#my point still stands

[atomicjellyb3an]

The main reason the minecraft movie will inevitably flop is bc the general rule of thumb is that if you want the best video game adaptation, you need to cast Ella Purnell in it as a lead

Bc i genuinely think Arcane and Fallout probably are two of the best video game adaptations

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

the fact that house has CANONICALLY WATCHED PORN STARRING WILSON is fucking insane it all just keeps getting gayer and gayer

[pieridae-art]

I just realized that Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli’s last words (that we hear in the story in his case) were directed at Wei Wuxian and not Jiang Cheng

Tbh I’d never get over that if I were Jiang Cheng lol at least he has Madam Yu

[aliennachos]

Drawing Mercer without the red obnoxious as fuck eye makeup should be a crime

I don't even recognize the mf without it, like that is just some guy. Who is this? What did you do with the hot topic employee? Where is he?

[theshslpumpkinghost]

I was looking at the weapon list from DRDT CH1, and I just noticed-

Charles is missed off the list-

Interesting :3

ALSO

HOW DID THEY ALREADY KNOW J’S NAME-

(did he see it before it got scratched off the door or-)

(more things for the timeloop whit theory guys!!!!)

(…also, when did he go through everyone’s rooms for their weapons- Min literally had hers in her pocket this whole time, how did he KNOW-)

(…..charles was probably the one who wrote the lists but then why did he miss off his weapon if he just told teruko what it was before- did he lie about it or did he just not put it on there bc it was a list for himself-)

[aggro-my-beloved]

erik’s out here feeding us like the single father he is and the government (youtube) is insistent on starving us

[semiotomatics]

i meant to make some big well-written post abt it but unfortunately my brain was otherwise occupied experiencing The Horrors so instead, have some wordvomit

this past monday marked twenty years since i went on a field trip to the library and ran my hand along a bookshelf in the children's fiction section and found a book called So You Want To Be A Wizard* and brought it home and read it cover to cover in like. a day. and i couldn't even begin to explain how that day has shaped my life but i do just wanna acknowledge it and say that i'm so glad my friend let me borrow her library card (cause i didn't have my own yet) so i could bring the book home and i'm so glad my mum special ordered the rest of the series from the local independent bookstore almost immediately after i finished it and i'm so glad i discovered the forums and i'm so glad i found so many cousins on tumblr—including my best friend and platonic soulmate @astraldepths—and i'm so glad i got to help plan and execute crossingscon (twice!!) and that i got to meet so many of you in person—INCLUDING DD HERSELF—and i'm just. so glad i discovered this series

i have like twelve copies of SYW but i think my favourite is the twentieth anniversary edition (which is now, itself, twenty years old—wild), because it contains both the short story Uptown Local, which i adore, and an afterword by DD, which i have read entirely too many times. anyway, i wanna share a quote from that afterword, bc it seems fitting:

Wizardry, too, changes with the times, because its practitioners do...and indeed it must change, to keep up with the Lone Power, Itself never averse to using new means to Its old end. Even the Wizard's Oath will seem to change from time to time, altering its appearance according to species, age, cast of mind, and (sometimes) simply according to where you're standing, in time and space, when you examine it. But beyond that, as the series continues, I can promise that some things will always stay the same—the knowledge of a partner's dependable friendship; a shared go-for-broke determination to get it right when the Universe is watching; and the glad adrenaline rush caused by the sudden incursion of the unexpected...as when you run your hand down a row of books on a library shelf and one of them catches your finger.

so yeah. in lieu of a more coherent post abt it, i just wanna say. thank you @dduane. for everything 💚

[linavender]

Someone get meeks and pitts matching cell keychains

[artsyannierose]

ALASTOR FANS ARE SOMETHING ELSE I SWEAR I JUST SAW SOMEONE OVER ON TWITTER SAYING ALASTOR’S ABUSE ISNT AS BAD AS VALENTINO

Your double standards are wild bro

Aight here we go

1 - Husk mentioned he “sold his soul to SAVE his power” not to gain more power, he was probably running low on luck and looking for a way to get back on his feet

2 - Blaming Husk??? Look I’m one of those people who LOVES character development and i sincerely hope husk was a horrible sinner, like i hope he was greedy and selfish and didn’t give a shit about his souls, long as he had the rush of a good gamble. I HOPE HE WAS AN ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PERSON WHO GOT KNOCKED DOWN SOME PEGS TO WHERE HE IS NOW

BECAUSE THEN IT WOULD MAKE HIM REALIZE THAT ITS NOT SO FUN BEING THE OWNED SOUL NOW IS IT, AT THE BECK AND CALL OF THE RADIO DEMON NO LESS

AND YES YES I HOPE THAT’S WHY HE IS THE WAY HE IS NOW, AND WHY HE’S SO PERCEPTIVE

But wtf bro you literally are writing alastor off like he isn’t a maniacal psychopath that literally the entire pride ring fears because he’s a nasty lil power-obsessed shit?? Also Husk is well aware that his decisions got him here, that was the whole point of the prologue to loser baby

I desperately hope husk was unrecognizable as an overlord, I WANT TO SEE THAT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

Ironic how this genius says “he was no better than them” YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT ALASTOR ARE YOU BLINDDDD

Pisses me off so much how people are like “oh alastor’s abuse isn’t that bad” IM SORRY DO YOU GET TO DECIDE HOW BAD SOMEONE’S ABUSE IS??? HOW IT AFFECTS THE VICTIMS????? WHO DIED AND MADE YOU THE PSYCHOLOGIST

HUSK WAS SHAKING BRO HES USUALLY SO CHILL AND UNBOTHERED SO CLEARLY ITS BAD i want to say alastor’s done some pretty messed up things to husk because he like revels in physical pain and whatnot, so husk possibly thought he was about to go through something like that again??? HOW IS THAT ANY WORSE THAN RAPE GENUINELY I DONT UNDERSTAND YALL…

Valentino is a prick and so is Alastor there is no “levels of abuse” this is why domestic violence is bad bc nobody is actually bothered ffs YOU PEOPLE ARE MY CONCERN FOR SOCIETY

I NEED A HUSK CENTRIC EPISODE IN SEASON 2 RIGHT NOW BECUASE I NEED CANON MATERIAL FOR CLOWNS LIKE THIS

UNIRONICALLY THEY’RE A RADIODUST SHIPPER WHICH IS SENDING MEEEEE

NO WAY YOU’RE CALLING HUSKERDUST TOXIC THEN GO SHIP RADIODUST IM SOBBING

Yall some other breed istg

Ok thanks for coming to my TedTalk im literally in English class supposed to be taking a quiz bye

[aliceisaperson]

Love that Miss Mulberry is a Bio teacher that also directs the school shows. Gotta love a STEM queen supporting the arts.

[okiyans]

if the tenth doctor has a million fans, i am one of them. if the tenth doctor has ten fans, i am one of them. if the tenth doctor has only one fan, that is me. if the tenth doctor has no fans, that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against the tenth doctor, then i am against the world.

[f1-81]

"I forgot the laws of physics exist"

we know we watched baku oscar

[23fallencomets]

f1 2019 rookies: alex, george and lando

vs

Prema 2019 rookies: Frederik, Logan, Oscar

OH MY GOD IF FRED HAD A SEAT AT MERCEDES THEY WOULD ALL MATCH I REALIZED THIS HALFWAY THROUGH ME WRITING THIS HOLD ON

alex->logan

george->fred

lando->oscar

[lilacxquartz]

life beyond midnight

oc male!demon × human female!reader

w.c: 2.8k

plot: slowly but surely, you got to the bottom of why you had a live-in incubus in your bedroom. but can you actually trust a word it says?

side notes: being clear right away that this isn’t a multi chapter thing, but a series of one shots to explore my oc with. however, you can consider this to be a direct follow up from the first story.

other works in this series:

under the bed, where midnight slept

***

The monster was still there when I woke up.

This threw me off because it was always gone by the morning. My eyes next scrolled over to the windows, finding that not only were the blinds now closed, but a thick blanket hung over the otherwise bare curtain rails, blocking out almost all of the natural light.

Had it tailored the room for its own comfort while I was asleep?

My alarm went off shortly after, jolting me back into reality. I didn’t have work today for once, which was partially the reason why I chose specifically last night to finally get to the bottom of things.

And just like always, I felt refreshed.

Still, the looming threat remained and my composure was slipping away again. It was as if the sedative from the monster’s kiss was no longer coursing through my bloodstream and I was coming back to terms with reality.

There was a monster right next to me.

The panic was sure taking its sweet time to kick in, though. I knew it would happen at any minute now—likely as soon as I would regain full control of my lucidity.

A part of me told myself not to fear it too much. That nagging, stubborn side of my brain kept arguing that if it truly intended to harm me, it would have done so earlier in the night. Yet when I woke up just moments ago, I seemed just fine.

However, as I thought about more and more of my strange situation. I could feel my mental state slowly continue to wither away.

Maybe it was something about the way the monster held onto me. It didn’t feel as though it was protecting me; rather that it was guarding me. The way it pressed against my flesh with its fingers wrapping around my body bordered almost territorial.

This little observation left me feeling as though I was the monster’s property, rather than its cause for affection.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment in an attempt to calm myself down.

However, it all started to come undone at last.

The dread was finally surfacing.

I turned around while still contained within its grasp, facing the monster head-on. I then slowly pushed myself to the side in an attempt to create some distance. Now that it was no longer nighttime, I could see the monster’s features with more clarity which only deepened the unease.

(And the rising panic.)

Smokey grey skin stretched around an impossible frame; freckled with ashen highlights. Its body continued to burn with shadowy wisps, resembling black fire. My eyes slowly widened in both awe and terror as I took in the sight of the creature before me.

Finally, the gig was up and my psyche started to cave in.

It all hit me at once again. A sharp stab that dug into my chest as my mental state struggled to adapt to reality. That this creature, this monster, was lying in my bed at my side as though it belonged there.

Maybe my reaction was too rash as I quickly tore out of bed in retaliation. A captivating surge of adrenaline pulsated through my veins, pushing me to lurch as far away from the bed as I could leap. My back kissed the cold brick wall right by the bedroom entrance; my hand threatening to press onto the door handle.

Every fibre of my being was screaming at me to escape.

But then monster came around, I watched with steady eyes as it opened up its own and slowly stretched. Its mannerisms seeming oddly human for the terror it appeared to be in my gaze.

I continued to inch towards the door as it stirred, intending to slip out of the bedroom and slip off somewhere, anywhere else that offered more security.

However, as my hands continued to push the handle down, an almost desperate voice halted me in my tracks, “Wait.”

In response, I froze. I could still talk however, so I attempted to ask a question it didn’t quite answer properly before.

It wasn’t as though I could do anything else anyway.

“What are you…?” I asked.

The monster faltered as it stammered. I could tell that its demeanour seemed rehearsed, somehow, not quite buying its behaviour as a result. Maybe this was how the monster truly acted, but something about it seemed uncanny, as though it was mimicking me.

“I’m what your kind would call an incubus,” he replied as he now sat at the edge of my bed, weighing it down, “sometimes known as a sleep paralysis demon.”

“The… s-sexual kind?” I asked, my voice tainted with discomfort.

“Not necessarily,” the demon calmly corrected me, slowly standing up and revealing its tall form, “it doesn’t always have to be like that, especially if you don’t want it to be.”

I started at him for a short while longer, my hand continuing to press at the handle and slowly pushing the door open. I knew already that I wouldn’t get very far, but it seemed to be nervous as I played around with the idea of leaving again and again.

It was odd. I had always thought that demons were supposed to be charismatic, yet this one mimicked a human personality more than anything else. I remained sceptical as a result, convinced that it was playing me somehow.

Maybe I just didn’t know enough about demonology, though.

The demon slowly drifted closer, continuing to speak as it did so, “Most demons, including incubi and succubi are neutral. I can assure you that much. We’re not too different from people.”

I tilted my head off to the side as it continued, his words seeming wrong to me.

The false comfort that it kept trying to feed me only unsettled me further. There was something about this creature that I couldn’t fully trust. It was as though there was some instinctual alarm going off in my gut; a deep primal response that begged me to not trust a single word that came out of his mouth.

It might not have been lying to me completely, but it did seem as though it was at the very least withholding the full truth.

“So, what do you… want from me then?” I asked, my voice croaking a little.

He slowly took another step forward and the closer he crept, the more urgently I pushed at the door. However, my body at the same time, slowly began to statue itself into place as the threat of looming danger worsened.

“When an incubus or a succubus seeks out a human to be with, it’s what is known as a bonded mate,” the demon explained with a gentle tone, although there was a certain intensity within its expression. Despite its lacking irises, the face he wore seemed frustrated for some reason.

My brows furrowed as I seethed out an exasperated whisper, “So, I have no say in the matter at all…?”

Also what? A… bonded mate?

“It’s a decision materialised from fate, which is why my kind often tries to adopt a neutral approach for things like these,” he said, his words deepening my unease.

I did finally get it, though.

“So, you’re trying to coerce me into accepting this… this fate?” I asked, trying to confirm my suspicions.

As far as I understood it, I had no choice or say in the demon being here with me right at this moment. But it also seemed equally trapped. I didn’t like the idea of this one bit, though. However, if this thing was going to continue to play nice for the time being and answer all of my questions, then I had to take advantage of that opportunity lest it slipped away.

The demon sensing my dread tried to offer me comfort, “Look, I don’t want to force you… nor hurt you.”

“Yet I still don’t have a choice?” I asked, feeling my expression sour.

“You do not,” he confirmed.

Such a blunt answer churned something that just wouldn’t settle in my mind. I didn’t like the idea that it seemed insistent on staying here, claiming that its presence was determined by something beyond its own control. If I was going to get anywhere with understanding this creature though, then I had to push aside my fear and seek answers while I still had the chance.

(It was easier said than done though.)

Perhaps though, if it was fate that truly controlled my destiny, then maybe there was a chance that it paired me up with something (somebody?) compatible and my judgement was too early. Maybe this monster was actually perfect for me, despite its unsettling form.

I looked at him once more, sighing as my brain struggled to accept that creatures from hell actually existed and that there was an actual demon standing right in the middle of my bedroom.

Looking at me.

Talking with me.

Reluctantly, I parked my disbelief away, hoping to get somewhere with it.

“So, you’re a demon huh?” I asked in a resigned tone.

It nodded.

I also bobbed my head in an attempt of forced understanding, “And… do you have… a name?”

The incubus paused for a moment as though to deeply consider my question. Its body language relaxed slightly, almost as if this particular question was a breakthrough point between the two of us.

The more I thought about it, the more I wondered exactly how first meetings go between other bonded mates. Was there usually more yelling involved? Or were people usually strangely acceptant with demons attempting to court them?

“The closest translation in your language would be Midnight,” he finally spoke up, “so feel free to call me that.”

I pondered that detail for a moment. Would it be silly to assume that its language was Latin? Or was it something completely different? I tried to envision how demons could possibly speak to one another and it didn’t sound too promising in my head, though.

I attempted to introduce myself next, awkwardly mustering up the courage as I continued to croak out my words, “And my name is-“

He quickly interrupted me though, relaying my name right back to me. It seemed that he already knew it, prompting me to hum in confusion.

“And you’re how old… exactly?”

“I’m a little over two hundred,” Midnight replied.

“A-and you haven’t had any other… bonded mates?”I asked, trying to understand how his kind worked exactly.

“No, fate can take a while to assign the right person. Some aren’t matched for centuries,” he explained further.

“So… why now for me? I mean, I have been in my twenties for a while now,” I enquired, struggling to understand the timing.

Midnight’s expression however faltered as if he didn’t quite understand my question either, “I’m not sure about that much, I apologise.”

“Then… c-can you… can you tell me more about you so I can understand what’s happening here exactly?” I asked, feeling my brain short circuit a little as my words scrambled.

“I can be as transparent as you’d like,” Midnight nodded in response, his voice sounding soothing despite carrying an uneasy undertone, “I don’t want you to be afraid.”

“Ah,” I admitted with a unsure smile, “that part might take a while.”

He remained still as I studied him.

The only thing that was getting me through this entire encounter despite his scary appearance, was that he both acted and sounded human to me. Maybe this was an intentional play on his part, hoping to puppet something that resembled a human so that I wouldn’t be screaming bloody murder if it just acted normal. Maybe that much was an unfair assessment, but something about the way Midnight composed himself felt masked.

I warily eyed him up and down from head to toe as he drifted just a little closer, taking mental notes of his appearance. Greying skin glittered with charred specks and certain parts of his body that were deeper consumed by the shadows than others. My eyes trained on his hands where black claws extended from his fingertips, making me wonder if his teeth were similarly pointed.

“I can understand,” he said after a short moment, his words sounding tinged with slight conflict, “my kind can be… unsettling to humans, but I can assure you that I mean no harm. Especially not to you.”

I nodded in an attempt to comfort myself but something still knotted away in my mind. A certain detail about incubi and demons in general that I prayed to be wrong.

With a hesitant tone, I dared to ask what was on my mind, “Don’t incubi feed on something…?”

“Emotional energy, yes,” Midnight confirmed without skipping a beat, “it can be any type and it isn’t limited to just sexual energy if that’s your cause of concern. Every demon is different.”

“So… you’re trying to establish a relationship with me so that you can feed off of me?” I asked, beginning to understand why he was so keen on manipulating me into accepting this situation.

“You could say that, but it doesn’t have to be so one sided. I want to care about you too,” he assured me, his voice taking on a possessive edge.

I hesitated as I attempted to push him away, “I-I mean-“

“—I want to protect you… if you’d let me,” Midnight interrupted, his words coated in concern, continuing the claim that his intentions were good despite admitting that I was a source of food for him.

Such a proposition left me wondering about how exactly he survived for so long without feeding, but my mind held off on asking about such curiosities just yet.

For now, my mind was lost in a barrage of overwhelming thoughts that spread through my brain like wildfire. I didn’t even notice how he had already closed a considerable distance between us as my head ached. I audibly gulped when I did realise it though, feeling dread as he towered over me.

Looking directly down at me.

Despite his looming posture, something about the way he acted once again forced me to let me guard down. It was as if my fears were slowly becoming diluted outside of my own influence.

Was this his doing?

Midnight continued to lean down slowly, his index finger lifting my chin so that he could kiss me again. I felt that familiar rush that resembled a sedative settle within my body, both comforting me and lulling me into trust.

As he closed in, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was some sort of magic at play here. If fate and demons were real, then maybe there was more to the world than I knew was possible.

Such a thought both scared and excited me.

In a way I was thrilled that the world wasn’t so mundane, but in contrast, I felt terrified that monsters were actually real.

As the effects of the kiss finally settled, I felt a wave of warmth sweep over me and looking back up at Midnight, he seemed to be looking at me in a different sort of way now.

“Do you still feel afraid?” he asked me, his voice now carrying the same coldness that it did right before I fell asleep with him last night.

Something sinister lurked in his tone as if the kiss was partially laced in some sort of poison in addition to the sedative effect. It felt as though my acceptance for him was fabricated.

“Not right now,” I admitted in a slur. I felt buzzed, elated, even. I knew that I should have been more afraid yet something controlled the way that I spoke, even how I reacted. Deep down, I knew that I didn’t like this but the softly simmering realisation didn’t come to a boil just yet.

Despite this, I still retained some hope through to all.

For one, he could have talked me into something much worse than just a kiss, into something much worse than just reluctant acceptance.

If this was only to make me lessen my fear of him, then it did make me wonder what exactly he was truly up to.

As such, I still held onto my initial scepticism deep down, that Midnight wasn’t being entirely truthful, that there must have been more to him than met the eye and what he was telling me.

After all, wouldn’t I be delusional if I just outright believed his claims? To entertain the idea that something so heavenly that was forged from the hells was offering me a neutral choice in how our relationship would go?

I just couldn’t buy it at all.

The idea of my existence serving as food a monster didn’t sit right with me and yet, I almost wanted to see where this whole thing would take me.

Even if I was terrified to see just how far we would both go.

(To hell? Or maybe even worse…?)

[hazbinash]

when demigods get sick

Percy : internal clock gets messed up sleeps all day and is up at 1 am once he feels a little better and then probably wants to fight the gods

Annabeth : freaks out , dose not want to get anyone else sick and will lock her self away and make building designs , with Percy contesntly trying to visit her and once she falls asleep he gets in to where she is at and gives her a blanket

leo : "sick , wdym sick nope no I can't I have stuff to build no no no no no I cant be " - will be in denial and then once he gets better will act as if nothing hapend

hazel : is the only normal one and just takes stuff slow and least dramatic

frank : turns into animals that he thinks cant be sick so he is a snake and it seems like the snake is half dead but that is only for when he is really sick he is normal most of the time if it is just a fever or something simple

jason : is never sick as he has a good immune sytem from being rased as a wolf

nico : will babys him if will finds out Nico is sick , or Nico is sick but never shows it untill it is really bad

will : TAKES MEDS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON , can not afford to be sick and is the only one to rember that meds exsist

piper : trys to charmspeak herself into not being sick

reyna : takes a day off but still is crazy busy but her being sick dose not change alot and she needs to get shit done

[jon-is-blorbo]

I just know Alice was wanting to reach across the table and hold Gwen’s hand or smthn I swear