#like a jilted lover

[butternutt613]

I fear I may have lost motivation for all my current wips.....

Oh how the mind can be a terrible place when you are a creative soul

[shesgonnachangetheworld]

i don't care that joe biden is old and tbh, i don't actually think the media cares either. they just want trump back because him sucking makes for easier clickbait

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

The "Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid, tendrils tucked into a woven braid," (x) to "Whether I'm gonna be your wife or gonna smash up your bike, I haven't decided yet," (x) to "I died on the altar waiting for the proof," (x) juxtaposition in the wedding imagery in the TTPD-era visuals still lives rent-free in my mind by the way.

The way the softness and vulnerability and youthfulness of the album photo shoot contrasts with the ornate gowns and styling of the Grammys and music video looks are so interesting and say so much. I know we talked a bit about the key art before the album came out but it really does tell such a story in itself and I'm floored at how they in themselves tell the story of the album.

[dinersaturn]

G1 Shockwave: Megatron, why do you never call?

Earthspark Shockwave: how dare you? We’re over.

[syneester]

following your scarred moon suggestion, another cool name for Them could be scarlet pearl??

oh my gosh it does fit but at the same time...... its just double life pearl, thats her nickname ;v;

[borgialucrezia]

for those who ship them look away and scroll but i'm joining the war on ********** on the side of myself like i'm sorry but get that hag away from that young gorgeous leather pants wearing narcissistic prince with pretty curls asap and let him be a siblingfucker in peace tf

[beastsovrevelation]

My Good Omens fanfictions are kicking off. Or, should I say, Lady Crowley is. In one of the stories, she was supposed to end up with Hastur. No, she decided she wants to be with Michael.

I guess, I'll need to come up with a seperate F!Crowley x Hastur storyline, because I'm not letting go of that ship.

F!Crowley x Michael... I like the sound of that. I really do.

Has happened to all of us, hasn't it? Your superior in the military waltzes in, and seduces the love of your life. Not to mention, that's his pregnant girlfriend, and when he finds out, it's too late.

Whatever, Calla Crowley can still end up an astronomy-obsessed, equestrian pastel goth, if General of the Heavenly Host is her stepmother.

I must say... In one story she's with Satan, in the other she'll be with Michael... Lady Crowley, honey, you keep pulling the Olympians. Good for you.

P.S. - I don't know how accurately to Good Omens I'll portray Michael, since I haven't seen season 2, and it doesn't matter. I have a very particular way I like to see the figure. Honestly, if she isn't the General, and the leader of angels in Good Omens, it's a crime. Because, if she is, why haven't I seen her in armour/uniform in any of the screencaps?.. Either way, her version I intend to paint is amazing.

[echospast]

@cordoliae as nikolai l.antsov : for the first time since i can remember, i don’t feel alone. because of you. [ feat. simeon sommerfeld ]

SIMEON’S SHARP TONGUE IS PERHAPS HIS DEFTEST FEATURE — CERTAINLY THE MOST SURPRISING TO THOSE WHO UNDERESTIMATE HIS INTELLECT. his bold wit can very rarely be silenced, a fact of which nikolai is certainly aware, for all the time they’ve spent together since sim found himself aboard the volkvolny. and yet he finds himself silenced now, momentarily upended by the other man’s words — or perhaps more accurately, by the sincerity behind them. sim’s mouth opens briefly as if to speak, before he closes it again quickly, turning his face toward the sitting room’s crackling hearth as if that might hide the warm flush he feels gathering in his cheeks. almost belatedly, he reminds himself to steady his breath in the wake of his momentary surprise, lest he run the risk of setting the entire room aflame. would the tutors at the little palace really be able to offer him better control? the only way to know for sure was to ride alongside the prince until they reached os alta and its little palace - as if that were his only motivation. and then what? a taunting little voice croons in the back of his wicked mind. silly boy, do you really think things can stay the same?

even after learning nikolai’s true identity, it had become easy on the sea for simeon to forget that he truly was a prince of ravka. as sturmhond, he'd earned sim’s trust, respect, and loyalty. yet that loyalty has never come blindly, a fact of which nikolai has been aware since he accepted the inferni upon his decks. simeon has never in his life hesitated to make his voice known, when he wills it. beside his effortless charm, which draws people like moths to flame, another fire burns within the kerch man, one of passionate rage that emerges far less frequently – yet when it does, it cannot hope to be controlled. miracle enough that he never managed to set the volkvolny properly aflame before the tidemakers could douse his inferni fire, but either way, nikolai was by now no stranger to sim's fury, which recognizes neither king nor captain.

the beginnings of it boil within him now, drowning the knife of premature grief he’d begun to feel slide into his lungs the moment nikolai entered the room. a low simmer of anger replaces it, a warning of sorts that does not always precede the explosion. despite his efforts, the uncertainty within him seems to stymie it, pressing it down beneath an undefined layer of embarrassment that dampens it like a sheet of ravkan topsoil that hasn't quite thawed for spring. he huffs, half a scoff that emerges sharp as a blade, which most would find out of place from the inferni. but nikolai knows better. he knows sim better, and the knowing is mutual enough to carve an ache into the singer's chest. he has always been a prince, but only now does it finally feel that way, a sensation which somehow, too, shares all the benchmarks with impending doom.

" you should know by now that your charm doesn't work on me. maybe I made you feel less alone, but we're both about to be again. I'm not obligated to be happy about it. " sim's attempt at a snarl falls flat from the first word, as unconvincing as a cheap komedie brute costume purchased from a stall in the staves and cut ever further for effectiveness by the way his kerch accent thickens in his frustration, unflatteringly twisting his otherwise impressive ravkan. his arms cross stubbornly over his chest, despite the fact he knows perfectly well that nikolai's profession is genuine. the shared understanding between them is the wound that cuts deepest, now that they both know it's all about to change.

but for all his stubbornness, sim has always known this was inevitable, and yet even in this moment, he refuses to examine why he reacts so strongly anyway.

no matter what face he wears – his own or sturmhond's – the weight of his gaze remains the same, recognizable even if they stood in the dark. it presses in upon sim now and he knows what it says as easily as if nikolai spoke in his mind. look at me. stubbornly, simeon refuses. every rational instinct knows it isn't the prince's fault that he is, after all, a prince, but in his anger, he must find somebody to blame for the irrevocable way in which things are about to change. the cruel hand of fate has decided that there will be no more nights of song and poetry aboard those familiar decks. no more laughing captain. no more quiet conversations in the early hours during precious first watches, when the inky black sea still reflects the patchwork of stars on its mirrored surface and truths seem to flow that much more easily from their lips. no more easy friendly affection, no more privately shared jests, no more witty fast-paced exchanges for the world to see. no more, no more, no more, no more.

reason tells him that he is foolish to think this friendship slips further through his fingers the closer they ride to the ravkan capitol, but he has never been a man ruled by reason anyway.

" besides, I'm already along, aren't I? no use continuing to try to convince me. " a bitterness twists the edges of his tone as the muscles in his shoulders visibly tighten beneath a new shirt, one far finer than what he'd worn aboard the ship. any other day, perhaps he'd feel grateful for the comfort, but in this moment, he resents it enough to twist the pit of his stomach. the sweet aroma of methane rises to meet him, and on instinct, he takes two steps back from the hearth as the flames leap harmlessly just once, a warning that seems to mock him. " anyway, your point is what, nikolai? that I should never fear because I'll always have a friend in os alta? that I will never be alone? think reasonably. even I am not so idealistic. "

it is then that he finally deigns to turn his head and regard the other man out of the corner of his eye, the bright blue of his gaze flashing in the firelight like a wild thing, something far less civilized and tame than the face simeon usually likes to show to the world. the soft flicker of flame against nikolai's princely jaw and impressive cheekbones makes him want to tear that finely pressed first army uniform right off the royal's shoulders and throw it into the crackling hearth. though he manages to restrain himself, the sarcasm in his voice when he speaks next is nonetheless nearly acidic enough to burn, despite his otherwise weak performance. " now, if there's nothing else, your esteemed highness, I must continue practicing my curtsy. can't afford to make a fool of myself in front of a prince, can I. "

[meteorstricken]

Listen. Listen. If this is one of the expressions that plays over the villain's face when telling the hero they don't need them, something significant other than pure hatred or malice is going on there. I'm just saying. Just suggesting. Just pointing a thing out.

[thisloveforyourmom]

i'm mad at tbosas because people are doing exactly what i thought they'd do, which is to make snow's hatred of katniss and the districts about lucy gray and not about the fact that the upper class and power is secretly so fragile that even one person who refuses to look past injustice in the name of self-interest can start a ripple effect that topples it to the ground

[imageingrunge]

not me feeling genuinly sad about the emperor :(((( i just keep reading his letter to ansur and thinking back to stelman's medical journal.......... like omfg he DID gaslight me i am in shock!!! this entire time n it was SO obvious

[attila-werther]

oh ho ho ho ho ho

so this is the motivation we're going with for this guy! marked me down as intrigued!

[thorinoakenbutt]

I know they said they didn't make Solas bi cause they wanted to avoid the stereotype but I think that's dumb

[bauliya]

y’all can hate me if you want but incest is one of the only universal taboos across cultures and its violation triggers a deep-seated revulsion and intrigue that can be employed to great effect in fiction. it immediately sets the mood. it grabs the readers attention. it demands interrogation, a deeper engagement with the material. it’s always a shock and memorable. and even when it’s only hinted at, our acculturation means it always catches our eye, like someone entering a still classroom twenty minutes late, and then we doubt ourselves, because did they just? surely not. it throws the rest of the narrative in a sharper relief as you look harder for evidence for or against automatically. It’s a VERY useful tool to tell a story and it works on so many levels and you can go ewwww take it away 0 stars all you want but people knew this before they knew to wipe their asses to not die of cholera and they’re gonna continue writing stories where people fuck their brothers and have babies with their moms because even if you close the book in disgust you’re going to remember it!

[infizero-draws]

Oh btw just to let you know pearl and scar ship name is pearlscar (idk if you already know that but I'm assuming no since you never use that tag)

no i did not know thank you for telling me!! i remember with pearl and mumbo i couldn't find anything on a ship name for them so i just used the generic "x" tag, so i just did the same for her and scar. ty!! i will add that

[sunnnfish]

It’s a fucking task to not just repeatedly post about I guess he wasn’t gonna touch me then. 今触らねえんだな. Please understand I am genuinely thinking about it 24/7. Like god. I know I already waxed poetic about it but SERIOUSLY what was Kagi gonna DO what was Hirano EXPECTING HIM TO DO. Huh? Okay… …I guess he wasn’t gonna touch me then. 今 right now 触らねえ not touch んだな I guess.

AND something else I’m thinking too much about the hanzawa how do you know you’re in love and I know he said 触りたいとか wanting to touch them and it’s the same word because of course it is that’s how words and translations work but I’m sick in the head !!!! And also the love is when you can’t stop thinking about the other person or so they say and fucking. Idk. I reread the series today and goddamn does Hirano think about Kagi a lot. It’s sickening. I guess he wasn’t gonna touch me then. I’m SICK