#just to be called a cheater!!

[diabolica45]

My professor thinks I used AI to write my essay and so now I have to do another one on a different story or else I'll fail the class :))))) shooting myself in the head!!!

[whydontyourealize-viennawaits4u]

If you liked the entire Five × Lila thing in season four and genuinely shipped them, then I'm so sorry. My condolences. Hope you get better.

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the biggest things that makes me see Leo as trans is absolutely the size of his carapace in comparison to his brothers’.

And I’m not talking about height! I’m specifically looking at his shell here, because when you compare him to the others, particularly Donnie who is nearly the same height as Leo, it’s very clear that Leo’s carapace is much longer in proportion to the rest of his body.

Like - standing side by side, even though Donnie is shorter his carapace ends noticeably higher up than Leo’s does. And I like this not only because it really helps push the idea that Leo could very likely be trans (or intersex!), but it’s also just a fun design difference between them.

(It also lends way to future scenarios of Donnie eventually getting taller than Leo, but sitting down still has Leo being the taller one haha.)

[waitingforsecretsouls]

arguing in Irregular style

[aflawedfashion]

I genuinely believe that Moiraine thinking about sleeping with someone else is a hugely important piece of characterization this season.

It shows us exactly how hurt she is. It lets us know that everything that happened with Siuan is truly not something Moiraine could easily get over. It's something she doesn't know if she could ever get over.

Moiraine believes a line has been crossed in their relationship, a serious one, one that leaves her free to sleep with someone else if she wants.

She doesn't actually sleep with anyone else, and that's also important, but it's a huge part of her character arc that she felt this way at the time.

[cosblockcabin]

We started watching Pearl's POV of Double Life for the first time and it's so interesting but tragic? Like we knew that her and Scott were divorced since episode one but from every other POV we watched it always seemed like it was a mutual split. So imagine our surprise end of episode one when, after doing Martyn's silly game, Cleo and Scott said they decided to be one another's soulmates, explicitly saying they wanted nothing to do with their soulmates AND Martyn (in a fit of misguided frustration) also leaves Pearl.

Which in that same breath I'm surprised that people don't really seem to talk about what are they called, "cheater duo" more often. Especially since for most session one, Martyn and Pearl had been getting along amazingly? They were singing back and forth with each other, generally riffing off of each other. Even in some later episodes, Martyn and Pearl start getting along again. Martyn goes into the water to get Pearl's disc after Scott threw it off the bridge, pretending to run away from her with it to only give it back in his base.

I will admit I'm still not done with watching her POV yet and I know Martyn was trying to get Cleo back most the season as well but how does no one talk about them???

[thebongcloudopening]

went back and watched inquisition banter just to confirm yeah. solas doesn't know what a rook is

[genericpuff]

Hey so uhh about the Kawacy vampire comic my friend apparently is a fan and they said that it isn't grooming because the usual "He only loves her when she's an adult" and say that he also protect her from "actual predators"

[cherry-chaos-cola]

preface this by saying I'm joking or whatever. but literally no other ship is doing enemies to lovers like ghiralink. nothing I've been into has had such widespread fandom understanding of the dynamic, has gotten weird and bloody and codependent about it without turning into a therapy session. Every time I log onto ao3 for something else I feel like the "is it actually a cactus" meme. "why can't we have darker ghiralink" do you have any idea how good you have it that your metric of "dark" isn't so skewed that the basic concept of enemies to lovers is out of bounds? other so called enemies aren't even allowed to try and kill each other. shut up about people writing one or two fluff fics and be grateful for what you've been given, children in other fandoms are starving

[chericherilvr]

they're just joking they're just joking they're just joking they're just joking they're just joking they're just joking they're just joking they're just joking they're just joking

[sugared-violets]

this is an act of hubris so profound i fear lightning will strike me down the moment i leave my home

[solarismp3]

i always loved jaden smith hes like my fav celebrity hes like the kardashians to me i don't get why ppl are so rude to him

[madelynraemunson]

this was like 90% of eddie and shy girl’s arguments

[sexynetra]

7 for anarcia for the asks

7. ”go ahead, leave. i don’t care anymore just leave,”

I didn’t go into this intending to write hurt/no comfort but… I’m so sorry 😅

~~~~~~~~~~

Anetra was exhausted of this. She was exhausted of the constant fighting, of the passive aggressive remarks, of the thinly veiled resentment. She still loved Marcia. She would always love Marcia, but she didn’t know how much longer she could last like this. Something needed to change.

Her chest felt tight as she watched the clock on the wall tick over to the 9, the untouched dinner abandoned on the dining table long cold. She had no clue where Marcia was. She had stopped asking, for the most part. It never got her any answers anyways. And she wasn’t even certain she wanted to know. Confirming her suspicions would hurt more than the what-if’s.

Still, she felt her heart clench even more when she finally heard the front door unlocking a half an hour later. She didn’t want to do this. Doing this meant losing the most important thing in her life. But… in a way, she had already lost her.

“Marcia? Babe? Is that you?” She called out from where she was curled on the couch, date night attire swapped for cozy sweats and reading glasses, already on her third cigarette of the evening. She heard Marcia’s heels clicking on the hardwood floors before she saw the familiar coiffed blonde head of hair poking around the corner. She looked beautiful as ever, and Anetra could hardly look at her.

“Yeah, just me. You didn’t have to wait up for me, babe—“ she trailed off, eyes making their way to the smoldering cigarette still delicately held between Anetra’s index and middle finger. Marcia let out an indignant disgusted noise, crossing her arms and glaring at the offending object. “I’ve told you a million times not to smoke in the house. Plus, you told me you were trying to quit. Where did you get those cancer sticks anyways? I threw away all the packs in the house last week.”

Anetra closed her eyes, taking a long drag as she contemplated what to say. “It’s the only thing that helps me relax anymore.” She settled on finally. “And I’ve had a hell of a lot to be anxious about over the past few months. So forgive me for falling back to old habits, but I’m not sure you get a say in how I live my life. You certainly don’t let me have a say in how you live yours.”

Marcia’s eyes narrowed dangerously and Anetra steeled herself for the coming blows. “I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, Anetra, but I would be very careful how you proceed if I were you. You’d best not make any claims you can’t back up.” She hissed out and Anetra snapped, pushing herself to her feet and storming over to where Marcia was in the doorway.

“Oh, fuck all the way off with your empty threats. You don’t scare me. If you had nothing to hide, you would have told me where you were the first god damn time I asked you! But no. You’re fucking cagey every time I ask, and you’ve been getting home later and later and I have enough self respect to not let you string me along like some naive lovesick fool.” She growled, feeling her face going pink with anger.

Marcia took an instinctive step back, but the angry expression never left her face. “You don’t own me. You don’t get to know where I am 24/7 just cause we’re dating. You have no right to control me. I’m your girlfriend, that should be enough for you to trust me.”

Anetra threw her arms up in frustration, a humorless laugh escaping. “I never once wanted to control you, oh my god. I haven’t gone through your shit, I haven’t followed you anywhere. I’ve let this shit slide for months now. You’ve missed date nights, my performances. Family dinners, events, our fucking anniversary, and you still won’t tell me where you are or who you’re with. I want to trust you more than anything but I’m not an idiot. You don’t get blind trust anymore, you lost that privilege.”

Marcia’s jaw twitched and Anetra thought she saw a hint of sadness pass over Marcia’s face, but it was back to anger almost immediately, and Anetra half wondered if she had imagined it.

“God, you’re so fucking insecure, it’s crazy. Im spending time with my friends and staying late at work. You’re creating these fantastical stories about me to try and justify how controlling you are. I don’t have to put up with any of this, you know.”

Anetra stared at her, mouth open. Anetra was far from perfect, but she was far from a controlling partner. She had let so much slide without so much as a word of discontent slip. And she was done. “Go ahead, leave. I don’t care anymore, just leave,” her voice cracked on the final word and she had to blink rapidly to keep her tears at bay. She heard Marcia’s sharp inhale and brought the cigarette back to her lips, praying the nicotine would keep her calm enough to get through this.

“Wait, Anetra, babe, I didn’t—“ she started but Anetra cut her off before she could get her thoughts out.

“I’m serious. I can’t do this anymore. I love you, but… I just can’t. I’m sorry. Please just… just go.” The first tears spilled over and she clenched her eyes shut, embarrassed and overwhelmed. She felt Marcia’s thumb on her cheek a moment later, swiping at the wayward tears, and she flinched at the contact. “Don’t… don’t do that. Please. This is too hard already.” She whispered, more to herself than to Marcia.

Her resolve nearly broke entirely when she felt Marcia’s soft lips pressing a kiss to her forehead, wracking a small sob out of her. “I’m not letting you go without a fight, Neech. I can’t… I won’t. I’m gonna fight for us, even if you won’t.” She whispered against Anetra’s skin. Anetra wanted to believe her. More than anything in the world.

But she didn’t. “I’m sorry. I wish that was enough.” She sniffled, stepping back. Marcia’s jaw flexed and she looked down to the floor.

“Yeah. Me too.”

[andywinter16]

I just have got like four messages from different people about the yellow rose that Luche holds and what does that mean.😂

Well, the reason is actually really simple. Its all in the meaning in the flower itself. (I had once as a hobby flower language. It was really nice and maybe I should pick it up again) Anyway, yellow/gold rose means joy and friendship. And those two things are actually significant to Luche. (or are related in way to him) Joy is actually more of the thing that he needs, because during the movie did we ever saw Luche be happy or even smile? And friendship ......we all know, what happened in the movie, right?

So thats my reasoning for the yellow rose. 🌹🌹🌹

[losfacedevil]

Sometimes I wonder if being with a female would be better 😒