#least of all possible mistakes

[leah-of-troy]

There are lines in some stories that just Hit and this from @rageprufrock is absolutely one of them for me

Because it absolutely describes when a friendship or any type of relationship has gone south and you aren't necessarily missing the person because you don't want them back but you miss there being a person who was that bit of your friendship interactions.

Every time I have read this line, it has reminded me of a friend (mainly one particular friend from 8 years ago) and it helps me frame that I miss the type of friendship we had, but it was fine that me and him could no longer be that friendship

Tl;dr I absolutely love Least of All Possible Mistakes and I re-read this line and had to share it

[mahou-no-momo]

I know the ending was bleak and tragic but I find it hard to believe that the crew's family would not be outraged with the company and go off to search for them on their own or at the very least hire a PI/search & rescue to find them. It definitely wouldn't take 20 years for them all to be found. Months at best. However, they all likely still would've been found dead because they didn't have enough supplies to last until they were all found.

At the very least I just can't fathom them all floating through space rotting away and NO ONE actually looks for them. No way. Specifically Daisuke and Swansea's family.

Like I think about this so much. How much would it cost? What would the company say to cover their ass? (We all know how corporations are. Especially this one.) Would they not even acknowledge any concern? How much hush money would they attempt to offer? How would the families cause enough of an uproar for the company to take action? What lies would the company spread before finally accepting that they're at fault? How long of a battle would the families put up with before taking matters into their own hands? Would this cause there to finally be proper work regulations? Not specifically for a crew since the Tulpar was the last, but in general for any job with humans at the helm.

I don't even wanna think about if any of the family finally finds the ship and goes on board. Daisuke's parents would be devastated and guilty. Swansea's kids would be outraged, seeing the bullet hole in their father's head. You even have to wonder about Curly and Anya's family too. I don't think they'd be allowed on the ship just simply for the fact that the investigator/S&R would know that the crew would likely not be in a good state when found. So that puts my mind somewhat at ease. None of their families has to immediately see that whole scene. But they would have to identify the bodies, and that's what hurts me.

[avirael]

Confessions

It was almost like one of these dreams where you thought you were falling and woke up with a jolt. Rael’s scream and the image of A’viloh tilting forward over the edge and into the abyss - a falling sensation Rael themself had suddenly felt like it was their own - violently pulled them back from their horrible vision.

For the short moment it took to regain a sense for what was real and what was vision, Rael howled as if in pain, raising a hand to their mouth and almost falling to their knees.

Then, as they suddenly realised the imminent danger A’viloh was in, a shudder went through their body and their head shot up. As quick as Rael’s feet would allow it, the Viera jumped up and raced towards the place they had seen in their vision - hoping that it was not too late already.

Out of breath they reached the corner of the square from their vision only a few minutes later. Their burning lungs and muscles were nothing against the painful stab in their heart as Rael noticed that A’viloh was truly standing at the other side of the square. They had hoped the vision had all just been a strange imagination and not reality but there he stood, just like they had seen it.

The coldness crept back into their bones and a horrible feeling of helplessness threatened to make them freeze, while all of Rael’s thoughts only screamed one word. No!

Not sure what to do, with no idea how to prevent this disaster, how to convince A’viloh that he was wrong, Rael quickly moved closer. Loudly but in a soothing tone, though their voice was involuntarily shaking, Rael forced themself to speak up.

“A’vi…”

The Miqo’te at the edge of the plaza flinched and then slowly looked over his shoulder a little, as if the voice alone hadn’t been enough to tell him who was standing a few steps behind him.

“Rael?”, his thin voice asked and his face was covered in frozen tears. With a sudden wave of despair Rael realised they had no clue what to say. No idea how to fix him.

In their mind they already saw him falling...

No! No, this could not happen!

“What are you doing here?”, Rael asked as casually as possible, like there was a perfectly fine explanation for all of this.

For a second A’viloh seemed unsure, then he looked away.

“Nothing.”, he lied.

Rael decided not to point out this obvious lie and instead calmly asked, “It is cold, is it not? Should we maybe go somewhere else?”

But the Miqo’te remained silent. His ears stubbornly folded back, he avoided Rael’s gaze.

“Would you at least step away from the ledge a bit? Please, A’vi. Let us talk.”, Rael pleaded and offered a hand for him to take.

“About what?”, he asked with a strange voice, unusually serious for him. “There is nothing left to talk about…”

Rael could feel how they were slowly loosing him. But the right words didn’t want to appear in their mind. Only panicked yells and pleas.

“You cannot do this…”

“Why not?”, he asked sadly. “No one needs me anyway…”

“I need you, A’vi.”, Rael almost yelled.

But the Miqo’te shook his head and looked the other way again.

“No you don’t. I’m just a burden for you! This has to end before anyone else gets hurt…”

“None of this was your fault!”, Rael exclaimed, the despair all too audible in their voice.

A’viloh, with his back turned towards Rael, made a sound the Viera could not quite distinguish, a sound somewhere between a sharp laugh and a desperate sob. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. Quite a lot of horrible coincidences, don’t you think?…”

The way he said that made Rael angry. They knew that yelling at him probably would only make things worse but before they could stop themself the words were already out.

“You have got to be kidding me! You are such an idiot, A’vi! An idiot and a coward! Don’t you dare to tell me this is for other people‘s sake when in reality you are just too scared! Too scared of moving on and too scared of getting hurt again! You have not understood a single thing Haurchefant was trying to teach you. He wanted you to be happy, A’vi! Happy!! Do you honestly think he would want this? That any of the people you think you failed would want this? Are you too blind to see that their sacrifices were made so you could live? That they sacrificed their lives for you because they loved you? And now you egoistically want to throw your live away just because it hurts?!”

As a heavy silence settled around them, Rael already felt that this had been too much. With a new wave of tears welling up in his eyes A’viloh turned around and stared at Rael with a peculiar expression. A mixture of shame and anger for being called out like this but also hurt and a certain kind of stubbornness too.

“Maybe!”, he sobbed and finally admitted the truth. To Rael and to himself. “Yes, maybe I am scared! Maybe I am just a weak little coward! Excuse me for not being as clever and brave as you! But nothing you say will change that it’s not fair that they are dead and I am not! That whenever I look back all I can feel is the pain of what I lost. And it will also not change that I could never be happy knowing that all of this was my fault!”

Rael felt like they had messed this up entirely. Their eyes started to burn as they stepped closer reaching out for him. “I am sorry… A’vi… I did not mean…”

“No.”, A’viloh replied gloomily and was about to turn towards the ledge again. “I am sorry…”

“Wait!”, Rael suddenly yelled and then said something they had not expected to speak aloud themself.

“Haurchefant’s death was my fault, not yours!”

A’viloh froze.

This was Rael’s last chance, they knew this. Maybe A’viloh would hate them, maybe Rael’s magic would forever be lost if they broke this one rule. They did not know what would happen and they did not care. Not as long as it possibly could save A’viloh.

“I knew it would happen.”

“What?”, the Miqo’te muttered confused. “What do you mean?”

“It means that I lied to you.”, Rael admitted guiltily. “…and that we need to talk. Please, A’vi, step away from that ledge and let us talk.”

Visibly shaken by this confession A’viloh furrowed his brows. “No, you’re just trying to… Why would you lie to me?… I don’t understand any of this…”

With one last deep breath Rael finally revealed the truth. “I have visions of the future. I knew Haurchefant was in danger because I saw it. I saw it and I still failed to stop it. So instead of blaming yourself for his death, you should better blame me.”

Like a lost child A’viloh simply stood there entirely puzzled, like all of the sudden he found that nothing he believed made sense anymore and he didn’t know what to do or say next.

“Visions? Of the future?…”, he repeated as if these words lacked any meaning to him.

“This is why I knew you were here too.”, Rael confirmed as calmy as they could, while their heart was hammering in their chest. In a desperate attempt to convince him they stretched out a hand one more time. “Please, let me explain everything, A’vi…”

For a horribly long moment nothing happened at all. Everything was silent and motionless like frozen in time. Like fate had not quite decided yet which path it would choose.

Then hesitantly the Miqo’te made a step towards Rael and took their hand. Immediately he was pulled a few steps away from the cloudy abyss while Rael wrapped their arms around his body with a relieved sigh. A’viloh neither returned Rael’s embrace nor rejected it.

As Rael finally let go of him they looked him in the eyes and said, “I owe you an apology.”

“First of all you owe me an explanation.”, A’viloh replied blankly and Rael nodded in agreement.

Without letting go of his hand Rael talked for a long time while A’viloh just wordlessly listened. About how Rael had always heard the whispers of Golmore, about the visions that had led them on their journey, and finally about the omen they had seen but not taken serious enough before Haurchefant’s death. Rael did not try to justify their mistakes but at least they wanted to explain that their powers weren’t properly working anymore this far away from home and also why they hadn’t told him all of this a long time ago.

To Rael’s surprise there was no sign at all to signal they had broken the most sacred rule there was for the Viera. No sharp wind to bite them and no thunder striking down to punish them. Everything just felt the same as before. A’viloh on the other hand…

The thoughts racing in his head were plainly visible in his eyes. How his mind tried to make sense of all of this. “You mean you knew that all of this would happen before it even did?…”

“Not everything…”, Rael tried to correct him but A’viloh didn’t let them. There suddenly was something in his eyes, in his voice. Not exactly anger, but hurt? Disappointment?

“But you knew from the very beginning what kind of journey this was. That it would be dangerous and that people would get hurt. And you asked me to help you anyway…”

“Yes but -“

A’viloh’s ears folded back again and he almost hissed as he interrupted Rael.

“No! You knew all along that I don’t belong here. That I never belonged here. That I never wanted any of this! All I ever wanted-”

His voice broke off as he made another of these sounds that was half sob and half laugh.

Rael would be lying to themself if they said all of this had never occurred to them. Maybe they had just chosen to ignore it. But now that Rael thought about it, it made perfect sense. When they had seen him among the people of Silver Bazaar A’viloh had looked happy. As happy as Rael had rarely seen him at any other occasion. Had they possible demanded too much from him? Had he only tagged along for their sake when in reality all he wanted was to go back to a more peaceful life?

Rael didn’t know what to say. There was nothing they could say or do that would make him feel better. They just sadly looked at him as he shook his head and said, “I thought you were my friend…”

“But I am…”, Rael affirmed while also understanding how betrayed he probably felt.

“No.”, the Miqo’te said sharply. For another moment he looked at Rael, his expression full of disappointment. Then he turned around and walked away towards the lower parts of the city.

“Wait! A’vi!”, Rael called while fear rose up inside them again. “Where are you going?”

“Back to where I should have stayed before you talked me into all of this nonsense!”, he hissed without stopping or turning around.

Then he was gone and Rael was left alone.

They hated how hurt he had looked.

But they rather knew he hated them but was somewhere safe, instead of dead.

[ithacanradio]

"do you miss kissing?" is a bonkers line to say to your newly acquired ghost friend as you're dying of hypothermia ily charles rowland

[s0up-arts]

a sketch of solas' room circa mid-inquisition

(yes the water jug is painted to look like a fish bowl. yes he's the one that painted it. i had to give him at least one silly object)

[lovinggreeniehours]

i forgot. how exhausting playlist making is. damn. sorry about the tags i have so much to say about playlist making lol

[princessmyriad]

Actionable things to do, from a white childless non-usa womanoid:

- Think global act local

- Act woman-owned, woc/poc-owned, queer-owned, indigenous-owned as much as possible. Research which companies' parent companies should not be given money.  

-uplift women of colour, and lgbtqia+ and femme people whenever you can, know when your voice should be the loudest but give others who sorely need a voice have not just their turn but their respect too. Let them know openly and politely when they have earned some of your admiration, and stand up for them in social situations, if it is safe to do so. Find safe people, we have strength in numbers too. Ask around at libraries and youth group and elder activity halls if theres a space theyd be willing to help you set up a community garden in

- Decenter men, decenter money, focus on community and kindness.

  * adhere to the 4b movement and/or other woman+kindness-focused ideals that appeal to you with as much longterm conviction as you can find. We have been strong for so long and we can continue to be until we do not Need to be Strong anymore. We can, and will, get this right and make the world tender again. But we have to be strong enough for now to recognize our issues are each-others and we need to start with building a community where we are and building it out globally from there. We need to be amplifying the voices of the most truly deeply hurt peoples within our local communities and assisting those people the most, to build companionship and community and creativity and kindness and compassion into our joint futures. We need to not continue to isolate groups of people down further and encourage fear and distrust, this is what They want. Redirect people who are trying into genuine ways to help, instead of berating or complaining. Our issues might not be the same but they stem from the same roots of misogynistic bullshit and it's more important now maybe than ever to stand united and start fixing things locally first from a place of understanding, not separation.

- Find local shelters or soup kitchens or nonprofit places that primarily help women and/or poc and/or queer people, or facilities that supply safe sexual and reproductive health services for people with utersus, and volunteer in whichever way you can. Things that help often include serving food, preparing food that can be served or heated easily, donating cans or nonperishables. You can also donate blankets and clothes directly to the folk using the shelters if you're unsure of the people ‘running’ the place. Handmade items (knitting, crochet, quilting, sewing, etc.) might be a creative outlet for any frustrations felt too, keep in mind as many body-types that might make use of your item as possible. Some facilities might accept donations in the form of cleaning, or hosting their community bake-sales, or admin, or various other tasks so ask what kind of help they might need that would suit your personal skillset and limitations.

- Acquire books on edible gardening, on human anatomy and medical knowledge, -including mental health knowledge,- on cooking especially with cheap and shelf-stable ingredients. Find books on camping, survivalist tips, and general DIY tips for furniture and clothing and home-maintenance. Plumbing, witchcraft, electricity, tiling, any other book of practical skills could be useful too. Books written by (woc)women and queer people should be your first choice but take what you can get. Thrift stores often have cheap books (or are sometimes willing to give some away if you’re kind enough) but of course this does depend on where you live so acquire books in whichever way is most accessible to you. You can screenshot/save any information you find on the internet too, but it might be a good idea to print or write it out as well, and be sure to get information from smart, women, of colour, who know what they're talking about.

- if youre able, purchase as many contraceptive options and menstrual products as you can. Do not advertise that you have these, give them out to trusted women in need when needed. Do not hoard them, allow other menstruators to purchase them too but do look up the shelf-life of each product. Ive heard that a planB has a shelf life of four years, so thats possibly worth stocking up on, if you have the space and finances and support from within your home. I've not confirmed this though so please take this information with a grain of salt.

- get familiar with your body, aquire sex and selfpleasure toys, learn to use the tools you have safely to reach orgasm or whatever sexual satisfaction means to you. Be honest with yourself about your needs and limits. Post-nut clarity shouldn't be pushed to the backburner for women and femmes and it should be attained without the help of a man whenever possible. Emotional regulation will be hard but this is one of the best ways to stay focused and keep your body and mind from acting out out of a place of loneliness and self-hate. Dance, sing, scream, orgasm, create, do it all as primally as your vessel can handle to regulate, to activate social, empathy, and love and happiness centers of your brain and body.

- Don’t use period trackers or fertility trackers or any such websites/applications. Keep yourself safe online, use usernames and pseudonyms and nicknames that aren't identifiable back to your real life. Keep details of your real life limited to trusted people in trusted circles. Keep community in mind but use discretion as to who’s truly a trustworthy person to tell your thoughts or experiences to. 

- Australians call and write and email your states leaders, everybody do this actually but Aus is rapidly approaching its own crisis-scenario so make your voice heard, make your wishes clear, keep your intentions away from discussion with political heads but remain focused and concise with the outcome of upcoming potential bills and laws that you want to see. Make it clear and factual what you don't want to see too, without making it into personal threats or insults (despite how much you might want to sling some choice words toward your resident Rich Whiteman). Statistics are your friend here but remain honest with yourselves about where the stat comes from and about how Statistics are often played with for the benefit of the author.

***I’m too stressed to think lately. As I find or think of more tips i’ll add them. Please stay safe ladies. Carry a hammer, any weaponry you feel confident to use. Know that knifework can be dangerous to you if you’re not experienced at it. Know too that you must survive. Out of hope, out of spite, out of rage or love you must survive. We can not lose this battle when we have been fighting it for so long. Do not give up now. Please. Rest when you need but please, do not give up now. <3

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

I'm not sure how to put this exactly, but. In some episodes, we really get to see Stan show some qualities, we get to see why Dorothy still had some good times with him, and that makes the whole 38-year-marriage-turned-bitter-divorce worse to me. Because it means he had it in him to be a good person and a good husband all that time and he just didn't choose to be.

[quotablefanfiction]

All in all, it takes about an hour for George to conclude that public school is the worst influence a child can have, because Eugenia Holmes is quite possibly the nicest woman George has ever met, and the only way Sherlock and Mycroft can be, well, Sherlock and Mycroft is that Eton did something to them. “If it did, it did it to Sherlock in extremely short order,” Eugenia — she’d forbidden George from referring to her as Mrs. Holmes within two minutes — says cheekily. “He was drummed out in less than a semester.” “I am wholly unsurprised by this turn of events,” George laughs. “Harrow?” “Two months,” Eugenia sighs.

Lestrade meeting Mycroft and Sherlock’s mother (chp. 6)

The Least of All Possible Mistakes by rageprufrock (AO3) Sherlock (TV) – Mature – Mycroft Holmes/Inspector Lestrade #Alternate Universe #Female!Lestrade #Lestrade POV #Violence #Relationships

If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses.

[georg-prime]

I'm wondering if Billy thinks he only causes bad things around him and that he isn't even a real person (why he gets clearly upset when the witches deny his humanity), and so very similarly to Agatha plays the role of a "not so nice" person, with a purposefully ~scary~ goth appearance to cut from his, previous to the car accident, "good kid look" and what was till then Billy Kapla's personality, not contacting his loved ones, possibly having been arrested by real cops for some reason before getting to Agatha's etc.

I think he might even hate himself for 'replacing' the Kaplan' child. But I think he's wrong. There was never any other soul/mind/essence than his. He IS Billy Maximoff, created by Wanda with Tommy from pieces of the souls of their own future 13 yo reincarnations who were in Westview dormant like the other children at the time 🤟🙃

Anyway, things we know as fact in no specific order:

It was about 2010 inside Wanda's hex when she had to tear it down.

Billy Kaplan was born in the 'real world' around 2010 since it should be now 2026 in the MCU time and he is 16.

Sharon Davis was having a bad day even before Agatha enrolled her in her new makeshift coven.

The night before, late enough for someone to think it's a good time to do some breaking and entering she was driving (home? Away from home?). And she hit Billy while he was running away from Agatha, could have been anyone on Westview and it was 'Mrs Hart'?!

Wanda said Agatha will be safe while under her spell and that nobody will be able to bother her. So people who could harm her could only approach her after the spell was lifted.

Alice is played by a great actress, and is too cool and kind to be wasted as a character and be actually/permanently dead.

Agatha and Jen have known each other before Jen lost her powers.

A prophecy was told about the (a?) scarlet witch, so by someone who can see the future: the Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. Her power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It is her destiny to destroy the world.

Agatha's magic is purple.

Wanda's spell on 'Agnes' spell has weakened as soon as she disappeared from this world.

The world is not destroyed (yet).

Incursions from other worlds have begin to happen since Spiderman No Way Home.

In the comics during the Secret Wars, different earths ultimately merged together to create a new one, destroying the previous ones in the process.

Billy Kaplan was in a car with his parents in 2023 driving towards Eastview away from Westview while something was happening to the hex, and they had a severe car accident hitting a tree in the woods between the two towns.

Wanda told the people of Westview freed from her control to run away before she reformed the hex when she realized it would erase her new family.

A powerless Agatha found her broch somewhere in the woods in 2026.

Lilia had a vision of her past with a black-hooded figure with a skeleton face. Lady Death and her skull face had a statue of her with her fellow cosmic entities in Eternity's temple (seen in Thor Love & Thunder).

In the comics Death is able to kill anyone she wants as long as they aren't more powerful than her.

Marketing for AaA included tarot cards where the characters appear very clearly as themselves (similar appearance in addition to their usual color scheme). The names of the cards are automatically called by Lilia when she realized who they are. J'en is The High Priestess, Agatha's card is Three of Swords, Alice's the Knight of Wands, their coven is the Three of Pentacles (where Billy appears too). The cards promoted left are the Tower (with two of the Salem Seven on it), and Death (who's holding the same knife 'Rio' has, and a black heart, which is also linked to Rio).

The Death tarot card doesn't signify actual death"but rather a profound transformation". Please take a look at this including the health AND romantic relationship readings:

Ralf Bohner was in witness protection, but also wore an ankle monitor, which was disconnected when the hex was created and that's why Jimmy was alerted. People who enter the witness protection program do so voluntarily and don't wear ankle monitors as far as I know, those should be put on people on probation and other criminal related situations. (He could be both?). Usually witness protection means new identity, so relocation somewhere safe with a new name (which is why I still don't understand why people where mad about that name it clearly wasn't his real name). There was a delete scene where he goes back to the basement with Monica and the twins to take the Darkhold, but they had to face a demon form Señor Scratchy. In an other one he cut the ankle monitor off in the confusion of the end events, escaping discreetly.

One of the few informations we have about him is that he has a mother.

Jen thinks that Agatha wouldn't recognize her own son if he showed up on her doorstep.

We see what we can assume to be an adult man from behind in AaA mid season trailer.

There are remors that Agatha's son is still alive and working for Mephisto.

In the comics he is also the leader of the Salem Seven.

The Daughters of Liberty are in the comics a group of women seeking justice and freedom since the 18th century, and we're taught magic since then by Agatha, who recruited princess Shuri in the 20th century, all working alongside members like Peggy and Sharon Carter, in this team recognized and even mandated by the US government some times.

Ralph seemed to only occupy a room in that house in Westview, suspiciously located near the piece of land the Vision aquiered. Agatha ended up living in the place out of all the neighboring houses where the government had put a mysterious secret witness.

There is a rumor that Jac Schaeffer might be running one of the MCU's next project, reason why she left Vision's Quest production. Possibly about dimensions jumping and or looking for Tommy, kind of like Kieren's run of The Young Avengers?

In the comics, Mephisto created a powerful being called Blackheart from the evil energies accumulated in a certain place in New York.

But because his new 'son' rebelled against him he banished him from 'Hell' to earth with diminished powers.

Blackheart is fascinated by humans and likes to focuse on those who walk the line between good and evil.

There is also an unrelated character who's hero alias was Greenwich Guardian, and turned out to be a villain who took the name Black Death...

In the comics Billy and Tommy's souls were at first pieces of Mephisto's, but became so different from existing as Wanda's and Vision's children that they made him explode when he tried to reabsorb them. That btw didn't happen on Earth, and when their souls went back there escaping from Mephisto's pocket dimension, they didn't got back to the year they were supposed to come from, but several years before. They reincarnated into two different families - not taking the body of pre-existing teens - and magically were born with the same face (how they realized they were somehow related).

Before that Wanda made them real not just from bits of Mephisto's soul, but also thanks to Agatha's energy/life force.

It's Agatha all along.

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I'm wondering if Agatha even as Agnes didn't try to leave Westview immediately (as mind manipulation is her forte, and she still had all her powers Wanda never took them she just blocked her real personality and memories away), stumbling in the woods and losing her broch, then found a dying Billy in a crashed car with passed out parents and used all her powers on him to save his life in a reverse way she usually use her special ability.

[deus-ex-mona]

up next on chapter 36 of idol sengen… _(:3 」∠)_

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

watching the eighty-six. stomach turning, sweat, walked, fought the air, air screamed, i cant.

[sonicprim3d]

fstbmp replied:

See, I was always under the assumption that the regulations are wholly different between the games and other media. Which is just how these sorts of things usually work anyways.

There is a chance of that, but I've always viewed it as Sega just trying to keep spin-off media in line with the games as the biggest issue before the death of Archie was how out their every piece of spin-off media got for like. No reason lmao

[enlichened]

they really made the corvo and jessamine romance explicit in the same game that they made it canon he met her when she was 12 and he was 18

[zevrans-remade]

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[aria0fgold]

Got distracted and I ended up working on my drawing But then I realized a major mistake on it when I thought I was done with the star veil (yes, again. I changed up the stars at the tips of it, this veil is kicking my ass) and I was erasing stuff already so when I realized I'm like: FUCK-- undo undo undo undo und o un do u n d o. And now I gotta... move All those new lil designs at the tip, Again, so I'm like: Okay... alright... I'll do that Later. I'll write now cuz god Forbid I do anything in that design, it's all mistakes!