#just to be perfectly clear

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Rebel Moon AU Thoughts

Just thinking about Lena meeting James the robot after waking up from her aoe heal. I'm imagining that he immediately drops the knee, relieved to have regained his purpose. He formally pledges his fealty, and vows to protect her.

And then Lena, gentle Lena in a body forced to do battle, leans down and lifts his chin, pressing a soft kiss to James' filigreed metal forehead before letting her own rest against it.

"Thank you."

He is a vestige of the life she'd once known, unchanged where Kara is irrevocably so. Then, flanked by her guardian and her savior, Lena faces the people of Veldt with her chin high.

It is time to reclaim her mantle, and finally bring peace to her people.

[lostryu]

raising a cat is wild. sometimes i playfully pretend to choke him and he just starts purring so loud. like damn son i didn’t know you were a lesbian.

[sbnkalny]

many so-called "cinephiles" haven't fucked a single movie

Yo garbage-empress technician if you see this so-called free Man, the human way twist away the gates of steel

[spiderh0rse]

i would very much like to climb into the coffin now please and thank you

[cuntvonkrolock]

loustat is a tumblr user/tiktok user relationship

[botanicalbasilly]

I hate being a person who loves bugs, I can't say anything without the person I'm talking to reacting with disgust. Today I had to literally beg a coworker for the life of a spider, and then after I put it in a nook outside she thought it'd be funny to show me a video she took of her killing one. Like idk man. Birds scare the shit out of me but I still get why people love them. They come in pretty colors and they sound nice and they're interesting to observe. I don't understand why people don't feel the same about bugs. The rich amber color of a cockroach, the iridescent glow of a fly, the intricate hydraulics that power their little legs, the chirp of a beetle, the art of the spider's web... It's all so beautiful. Why is it the habit of so many to destroy?

[frogwithastrawberry]

I don't think we talk enough about when Kaz was holding the parem to hide it from Nina. Because to me, that scene is a pretty good example of their relationship.

Nina was fully willing to do anything to get the parem from Matthias. If it was picking his pocket, fine. If it was sleeping with him, fine. I feel like she was probably willing to do more with Matthias than say- Jesper or Wylan. (I feel like she would have avoided Inej for Inej's own comfort)

But she was still willing to do things out of character for her to get the parem.

Yet, when she heard that Kaz had it, she stopped. You can say it's just because she knew Kaz would probably hurt her but here's the thing: I don't think he would have. Kaz is pretty big on "protecting his investments", and he isn't going to injure one of his crows greatly right before a huge plan.

And I think Nina knew that too. I think the reason she didn't try to reason with or steal from Kaz was partially because she knew she wouldn't win. But her knowing she wouldn't win also means that she was guaranteeing to herself that she wouldn't use her powers on him. Because even Kaz Brekker isn't immune to an altered Grisha's powers.

Nina wasn't willing to hurt Kaz and break his boundaries for the parem, and I don't think Kaz was willing to hurt her.

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

feeling emotional

about this

[cecoeur]

my sleep paralysis demons (affectionate).

[unloneliest]

in the lonely hearts club job leverage asks the question "does romantic love exist?" and answers it by having eliot buy parker a venus fly trap on hardison's behalf, expecting no recognition and revealing eliot remembers a throwaway comment parker made on their second job together.

we all know this.

but was anybody going to tell me hardison already had a browser window open looking for restaurants to buy eliot in portland in response at the start of the episode immediately after that? or was i supposed to figure it out on a rewatch all by myself?!

[somerandomcockroach]

A large burning canvas could be seen in the distance.

The neat fingers, full of small dents from the friction of the sword handle, caught a small flame, which immediately went out from faint pressure.

There was silence, a living silence, one of those that strains with its sound. A warm wind heated his battered, but carefully polished armor.

"You want to say something"

"I want" Blurr answered, turning sharply to the dark silhouette behind him that was quietly watching him until now. He clenched his fist with a grinding sound, where the spark died out, and demonstratively opened it towards the darkness. "And this is how you are paid for making the world freer! This is what remains of your legacy, and you react as if it doesn’t concern you at all!"

"It does not concern me anymore" the figure answered him calmly.

"Shockwave, stop!"

"Is that an order?"

"It's a request” His angry expression made it clear that this request was an obligation. “I just don't recognize you for these few months." His hand shook slightly with anger. Black smoke seeped through the cracks in his armor.

"I don't recognize myself for even longer time." Blurr visibly trembled at these words, realizing where the dialogue was leading. Shockwave slowly approached, his long, deformed fingers, three times longer than one of Blurr's fingers, carefully reached out to his hand and wrapped his palms in his huge paws, kneeling down to be on the same level with him. "Blurr, I-"

Blurr turned his head away so as not to see one piercing, but such a swampy dim light of his terrifying eye, which had become more precious to him than his weekly knightly brigandage. "Shut up. It's too early, we haven't agreed on when exactly to do this"

The dull mass of metal, which was only a tangible casing, after some hope of catching at least a spark of doubt, only lowered its head heavily. The crackling of the fire continued to be heard around. The soot reached them, gifting them with at least some warm light among the shades of cold before dying. Realization, regret, reluctance were not reflected in the knight's optics. His armor, always proudly looking into the face of danger, now reflected only the cowardly lights of the fire from behind. Despite this, he did not remove his hand from the strong lock until the blades themselves parted. Shockwave disappeared. Disappeared as he had done for the past few months.

Blurr turned back to the burning wall. From afar were heard screams, squeals, grinding, clanking. The column of fire did not subside, as if it was fed by fuel from secret reserves. It had been burning like that for hours, as if to show the greatness of this building over others that would have left only a column of smoke long ago.

Shockwave's last school of dark magic was burning out, as was the will of its creator to live.

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

“he's like a brother to me”...”he's my best friend”....

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

The Buckley siblings’ endgame relationships both being best friends to lovers is soooo fitting.

These two siblings who grew up really only having each other as a support system. Who were beaten down literally, verbally, or neglectfully for so much of their lives. Who never had anyone fight for them the way they do for each other.

And then they find these two men. These two men who are part of their growing L.A. family. Who welcome them into their lives, who are as desperate for connection and for someone to see them as the Buckley siblings are. Who are unendingly gentle and supportive of the people they love, would never hurt the people they care about more than anything. These two men weasel their way into the Buckley siblings’ hearts until they can’t remember life without them by their side. Their family becomes the Buckleys’ family, and their sibling becomes these two men’s family too. They become a unit unto themselves, and their other family thinks of them as such. They’re partners in every sense of the word, but they were friends first. They have a foundation of mutual respect, trust, and joy, and their relationships can withstand any test.

There’s plenty of arguments for these two relationships never being just best friends, but Madney and Buddie certainly have spent time building their friendships into a relationship, and I adore that. Maddie and Buck having their best friends as their endgame makes so much sense because who could understand them better than their best friend? Who else could see every part of them, every hurting piece, and still love them so completely?

[gaywarcriminals]

I think Shen Jiu resents Yue Qingyuan for getting him into the sect.

As a 16 y/o who is at best seen as an unknown rogue cultivator, and is at worst recognized as a suspicious demonic cultivator, Shen Jiu had little to no chance of getting into the sect on his own merits. People like him don't belong in illustrious cultivation sects; its just not the way of the world.

In Shen Jiu's eyes, his place in the sect is riding on Yue Qingyuan's good graces. Whatever SJ thinks YQY is feeling-- guilt, pity, some vague sense of obligation-- he doesn't trust it. He doesn't trust this man who stands in Yue Qi's place with fine clothes and perfect manners. Yue Qingyuan has stepped beyond him, and no longer needs the despicable boy who stands so far below. 

With his new life given to him at YQY's word, couldn't it be just as easily taken away? How could Shen Jiu feel safe with his position in the hands of a man who has become a stranger to him?

[fictionadventurer]

Never underestimate the power of a good mediocre piece of fiction.

It's not deep. It's not mind-blowing. It's not going to blow you away with its layered character arcs and intricate themes. It's just a story that's just well-constructed enough that you're not going to be distracted by major flaws, and it's pleasant and relaxing and doesn't demand too much of you.

Those kind of stories are a vital part of any interior landscape.