#maybe i’m reading too much into this

[laurrelise]

waiting for someone to say that luigi mangione is the irl five hargreeves but alas. i have to do everything myself

[hawthornetickethunter]

When Grayson dropped out of Harvard, was that a way of taking his life back from the expectations placed upon him?

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

idk, there’s just something that irks me about nesta changing her and feyre’s bodies. why is it the women that have to change? why is it the girls in their twenties that have to irrevocably alter their body to accommodate their centuries old husband’s? why didn’t sjm make cassian and rhys the ones to change their genetics so any future children don’t have wings that endanger their mothers? they sacrificed their bodies for what, their husband’s dreams of having flying babies? not to mention, feyre didn’t consent to it, what if she never wants to give birth to a baby with wings again? what if it triggers her?

[berrywinkle]

Is it just me, or does the scene of Genesis confronting Sephiroth in Nibelheim evoke imagery from «paradise lost» where Satan offers Eve the apple of knowledge, in this case being the truth about Jenova. Like Satan in paradise lost, Genesis has been cast out and wronged, and is offering Sephiroth to join him in his rebellion against «heaven» (this being Shinra)

[dead-gay-wizards-society]

reading “she’s everything, he’s just ken” before seeing barbie:

barbie is special and wonderful and ken is just there to serve as an accessory

reading “she’s everything, he’s just ken” after seeing barbie

barbie has to be special and extraordinary to have a worth (have 10 different careers, etc.), but ken is “just” ken (and that’s enough) and doesn’t need to do/be more to validate his existence and his place in the world

[wonhes]

girl if u don’t say something to ur friend let’s learn from ur sohee fic pls

it’s so weird though bc she doesn’t want him??? she’s always making fun of his age bc he’s 26 and she’s like 18 or 19. and then she tells me she wants my brother but that he’s a player? but then she’s like, “no, he’s 20 he’s too old ew!” idk i honestly feel like she kinda does this to get under my skin? bc when mr. yt boy and i were talking on sunday she would try and join in on our convo and tease him

[impaladin]

redraw? study?? of scarlet from the back of the limited edition tdp, because i’m obsessed with her expression/eyes on there. joy ang’s scarlet my beloved

speedpaint and comparison under the cut

[davidtennan-t]

It’s been pointed out that during the end scene, fourteens waistcoat is completely undone, showing his inner layers - it had been done up by one struggling button before this… because fourteen was hanging on by a thread… now he can let go and open up

[it-wasntaphase]

so dragon city is their joint lover? dan wants rats to fall out of the ceiling at his wedding? phil says “i’m exposing myself here” and it’s a video about someone’s husband making a mess? “i like your taste” “yeah you do”??? oh. okay. haha.

[wishchip106]

he’s got a staring problem

ready to jump into action if something goes wrong YOU JUST MET THIS MAN 🤨🤚

“What an adorable lab rat you make, Charles”

“Don’t spoil this for me, Erik”

“Oh, i’ve been a lab rat. I know one when I see one”

alright pack it up 😒

[plasma-packin-peep]

Do you guys ever think about this panel. Do you think about how in this moment he realizes he’s about to be killed by the demon and he is SMILING!!!!!!! He’s about to fulfill his one remaining desire, the one he hasn’t even admitted to himself, and it’s all finally going to be over.

Because I’m thinking about it a lot, in fact I actually cannot stop thinking about it

Bonus in case thinking about it made you depressed:

💞💝💕💖💗💕💓💞💝💕💖💗💖YOUR NEW LIFE BEGINS HERE!!💝💞💖💗💕💓💞💝💗💕💖💕💝💞

[butteronabun]

i think i read this concept somewhere before but imagine f! reader swooning with the other ladies of mondstadt abt this one particular romance novel that has been getting popular as of late. diluc gets word of this ( maybe it’s because of elzer, or probably even kaeya, the tease ) because don’t tell anyone this but he kinda likes you.

( “. . . kinda? what are we, twelve?”

“shut it, kaeya.” )

and he wonders what the fuss is all about—

“it seems that lady,” adelinde calls your name fondly, as she stands beside the master of the house eating his dinner. “has been involved with a book club. some of the maids are members, and they told me that it had been a joyous time. they would discuss the books over delicious cups of tea and pastries that she and her friends had made.”

diluc is happy to hear this, of course, that a delightful woman such as you is having the time of her life in mondstadt. his heart skips a beat in his chest as he imagines you, the ever beautiful, endearing you, sharing anecdotes. he tries to hide the growing smile on his face as he remembers how you focus into the small and tiniest details—it is no doubt that the people in your book club are always entertained by your presence.

they’re surely lucky to have you. diluc, if only he wasn’t so busy, would actually really love to be part of that book club as well. ( “eyeing something, master diluc?” lisa winks, when diluc finds himself in the library. ) but alas, it was only reserved for ladies, and he was too shy to actually be in it.

— not until this one fateful night. not until he finally understands why.

of course, the abyss is up to no good again. diluc does his daily patrols on the outskirts and even outside of the city.

then, he hears it.

( a cackling abyss mage approaches your quivering form. you have books in your arms, tightly clutching them to your chest. you bought these for the new members of your book club as gifts since some of them can’t even afford it, and like hell you’re gonna lose them to some monster! these are expensive!

and since gods do really like tampering with fate ( or is this just destiny? ) before the abyss mage gets to throw its icicle at you, it disintegrates, and you blink upon the arrival of a familiar figure.

clad in black and donned in a mask, your lips part in shock. the smell of burnt wood and grass reaches your nostrils. the figure—the man, turns around, and you can’t help but feel a little clumsy. “t–thank you so much, um—!” some of the books fall to the ground, and you yelp. the man kneels down to grab your novels, and you feel your cheeks begin to steam. “um, wait—!” )

after rescuing you from a pesky abyss mage, diluc is really happy to get to interact with you again. last time he did was when you were in the tavern, drinking out with your peers. there, he realized how low your tolerance is, and there, he also realized how actually weak he is for you. you had been so friendly and sweet to him—you included him in your conversations and was always so understanding. how can he not like someone like you?

or maybe the cherry on top was when you invited him to go stargaze at the starsnatch cliff ( how did you not know what that meant? is it because you’re from fontaine, and you’re still getting used to mondstadt? ) and requested for only diluc. no master of the house diluc, nor wine tycoon diluc. just diluc. just himself.

he’ll do everything for you, as long as it is okay with you.

as he descends to the ground to retrieve some of the novels that you carried, diluc lifts one. he listens to you stammer— and he wonders why you’re so flustered, not until he sees the front cover.

it’s an image of a man. he’s wearing a dark getup: a dark brown tunic, black pants, and a midnight cloak. diluc ponders over why he’s getting deja vu.

then, he also has a a bird mask, and red hair peeking out from his hood. wait, red hair?

on his muscular arms, is nothing but a damsel in distress looking at him with so much adoration. much like to the expressions you’ve had with the ladies whenever you ramble about the popular book that diluc has been curious on ever since forever—

oh.

diluc raises his head slowly, and sees you fumble over you words. “mr. darknight hero, i apologize—!”

oh.

[myokk]

She chances a glance at Sebastian before getting out her copy of Divining the Undivinable from her bag and wishes she hadn’t. He looks uncomfortably big sitting on the tiny tea chair across from her, barely any hints of the boy who had completely swept her away two years ago visible on the sharper planes of his face. When had he - had they - grown up?

Sebastian Sallow was - is - charming, and that had been her downfall. She had successfully avoided his charms the year before, and she isn’t going to let that happen this year, no matter how much her body rebels against her mind and resolve. Because, as she reminds herself, Sebastian Sallow is also manipulative, and cold-hearted, and selfish.

“Well,” she says archly, opening her book. She will not look at him. “I suppose I am still quite ignorant of the practice of Divination, so do forgive me if I have to double-check my readings in the textbook.”

He says her name as she opens the book, and she ignores him. He says her name again. She continues to ignore him. He grabs the book from her hands and puts it the correct way for her. She was looking at it upside-down. Her cheeks heat up and she continues flipping through the pages, as if nothing has happened. She finds page two-hundred and thirty. She pretends to be interested in what she sees.

(Divination is unfortunately not interesting.)

Oh, fine.

“Do you want to start, or should I?”

These are the first words she has voluntarily spoken to him - not including the events of last week, which do not count as they were most decidedly not voluntary - since he called her ignorant a year and a half ago. He somehow looks surprised to see that she has addressed him, and for some reason this fills her with rage and a strange sort of confidence. Why shouldn’t she be able to talk to him?

“Here,” she says, putting her hand out towards him, palm up, ignoring the strange fluttering feeling in her chest when he gently grabs it with one of his. Sebastian looks up at her, waiting for her to continue speaking, and were she not looking at him so intently she would have easily missed the bob of his throat as he swallows nervously. “Show me how it’s done.”

from my oneshot, clumsy🫶🫶🫶

[gillionmeowstrider]

i wanna just say, Chip’s character is even more tragic on the rewatch because now you know (partially) what led up to this. you know how he bartered violence for love after he lost everything. you know how deeply he loves the people around him, and just how scared he is not only of losing them but of letting them see who he is. they make it very clear from the beginning that Chip’s background is the haunted one. he clings to his past like it’ll save him, but the tighter he holds on the more lost he becomes. we don’t even know what happened to him in the hole in the sea, and he doesn’t either. idk man it’s just really sad.

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

@randomslinky here it is. I found it while scrolling on Pinterest, i do intend to finding out the real tweet soon (not today tho, it’s super late at night)

Huh. I seem to have missed the 2020 pansexual Frank iero coming out tweet

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

I hate it when people don’t take aromanticism seriously. I hate it when they say “oh it’s just a phase I also thought I was aromantic but then I got a partner.” It doesn’t apply to everyone.

Respect aromanticism as you would respect any other identity