#my poor baby girl :(

[ellieabbyy]

the fact that this is her face the first time she walks into Joel's house after everything… i’m gonna cry

[milfhandholder]

I thought people were joking when they say Anthy suffered more than Jesus Christ 😭😭😭

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Rewatching the season 2 pall mall scene and all I can think about is if Kate got so into the game because it’s the first time in a long while that she can actually play without simply letting Edwina win.

Every time Kate gets even a little bit into the competitive spirit of the game, much like everyone, especially the ladies, on the field, Edwina clearly does not like it. Daphne is thrilled to talk strategy like it’s war and not pall mall, Eloise is egging Kate on and Lady Danbury is loudly declaring hopes for bloodshed but each time Kate gets into the spirit of competition, Edwina is all “Play pleasant, didi!”. And then, she simply quits the game halfway through when she’s asked to catch up with other players.

All this leads me to believe that Edwina is not used to actually playing a game in any sort of competitive spirit. It seems way more likely that Kate simply gives in and lets her win whenever they play together.

And so, it must have felt so good for Kate to be able to actually participate and try to win with a group of people are all doing the same and earnest in their spirit of competition.

No wonder she was so playful even before she fell into a mud puddle with Anthony, because for that stretch of the afternoon, she did not have to be an older sister, she simply got to be a girl enjoying a game.

[sweeetsh]

close ups of my beloved rin

[crescentstrike]

[potionwine]

Thinking about my girl Benna again.

Her final moments tore at me; the stone-cold terror and certainty underlying the hysteria in her ramblings about Barnabas, followed by the sinking despair and yawning regret about Cid—her two most important people, who both failed her, as she in her way failed herself.

All her pride and self-deception giving way right before the end.

She knew. She knew. The instant she stopped lying to herself it was obvious she always saw Barnabas and Cid clearly. That one would discard her immediately upon her loss of value she did not doubt, that the other only ever wanted good things for her, in spite of her perception of being abandoned by him, was the final truth she admitted only upon losing everything.

Benna is the character Cid and I most wanted to save. The game never even gave us the opportunity, Benna herself didn't give us the opportunity, but I refuse to believe she is slave to her fate. She's wounded and difficult but so clever and stubborn and her spirit remains mad fierce through it all. There must be an AU where she can be saved; there must be an AU where she decides to save herself, where she consents to be saved. Because I love her, I cannot help but think this, with more foolish hope than rational belief; and that makes me wonder how many years Cid thought this too.

Maybe he, like me, could never truly fully give up on saving her—I say, enraged and possessed, to the damned word document that will make it happen.

[golden-girl-daisy]

Mom I frew up

[heartfilsia]

no because why would you hurt me like this @ hiro mashima

[paeeje]

Fucking god the way Blake’s ears droop and Yang steps in front of her so protectively. The glare Yang gives Ruby. My poor little baby getting yelled at and her big bad girlfriend to the rescue 😭😭😭

[hufflepotato-18]

SHE JUST CAN’T CATCH A BREAK, CAN SHE??

[youngjaesass]

sometimes i wish i never ended up watching voltron just because of the ending

[pinkjawn]

[schumi-nadal]

Fabio Quartararo - Catalan Grand Prix

🥺

[florafounda]

WHAT’S IN A NAME? | Pt. 1

Warnings for Medical atmosphere, Psychological Torture, Child Abuse and Gaslighting

“The Tower? Kit, what was the Tower?”

She barely remembered it, a nightmare long past, but the word brought the taste of copper to her tongue, and she cowered before it like a frightened child. 

She woke up freezing, wearing nothing but a hospital robe that barely covered her knees. She was lying on the familiar post-operative gurney feeling as sluggish as she usually did after her surgeries. The scanner against her skin was just as cold, clutching to her temple and forehead like a head-sized wrench.

Every thirty-seven – she’d counted – seconds it beeped, a noise that gratingly echoed in her ears like a knife being stabbed into them. Too tight and too loud, the girl wanted nothing more than to rip the contraption from her head, but the operation had made her tired. She literally didn’t have the energy to move. Moving her hand – which she hadn’t noticed she’d been doing – took everything out of her.

The girl heard the sounds of pen scribbling on paper, the movement of a rolling chair across the floor. This wasn’t the first post-operative recovery she’d had. She knew right now they were watching her vitals, watching her brain waves, making sure everything in her brain hadn’t turned to complete mush.

It felt like it. Her brain felt like cotton and her vision blurred as she stared at her splayed fingers.

“Subject Zero? Is something wrong?”

Subject Zero…No that wasn’t right. No. Her name. Her name was something else. She had a name. A real name. Not just a title, not just what Oliver liked to call her. A real, true name.

The nightmares lately had been getting worse. Another name on her lips when she wakes. She was starting to get confused about a lot of things.

“My name…” she murmured.

“Subject Zero, look at me.”

A light flashed in her eyes checking her pupils. She assumed they worked properly by the way the doctor ‘hmmed’ above her.

“My name is Sophie,” she finally managed, “Sophie Poole.”

The doctor froze, lips pursed tight. “No, it’s not,” he said, in a way one chastises a child. “Subject Zero, can you sit up?”

“I…don’t think I can.”

She tried anyway, because the doctor would force her into the position whether she liked it or not. It was like moving through water or perhaps more like mud, sloshing around and struggling to move forward. But she made it into an upright position, though she swayed in place, nevertheless.

The girl looked around the room but everything was too blurry to make out.

“I don’t feel so good.”

“Post-op fuzziness – it will pass.”

She stared again at her fingers, counting them as if expecting one to be missing. Her name…Why did she keep coming back to that? The beeping behind her ear seemed to drown out any other thoughts, bringing her back around to the same thing. Who was she? Subject Zero? No? No!

“My name is Sophie,” she said again, firmer and this time she made eye contact with the doctor as she said it.

“You are not Sophie,” the doctor chided, peering over his glasses as if she was doing something wrong.

“I was….,” she trailed off, staring at her fingers again, mulling over the cotton that was her brain, “I am. I am Sophie.” She let the words fall from her lips softly as if it could call her old self back to her body, as if she’s been lost to the stars and nothing more.

“Subject Zero—”

“No—I don’t want to do this anymore.”

She knew she’d said something wrong the minute the doctor paused in his movements. “I’m tired,” she added, in some attempt to lighten the words coming next.

“Just a little more Subject—”

“I’m Sophie!” she protested loudly.

The beeping behind her ear was growing more incessant and Kit felt the need to raise her voice to be heard over it. “I’m Sophie!” she repeated, “Sophie. Sophie. Sophi—”

That was the last straw. The doctor slammed his clipboard down onto the counter making the young girl jump. She stumbled to the floor fueled by pure adrenaline and childish rage, but her muscles could barely hold her upright. Her eyes were wide with fear, breath coming quickly – wild like a cornered mouse as the doctor approached her.

The scanner was so loud now it was practically one singular stream of static.

“Sophie Poole was a disobedient little nuisance whose parents didn’t want her!” the doctor snapped, grabbing her by the arm, “Do you want to be disobedient? Do you want Dr. Kendrick to send you away where no one will ever want you again. He can you know.”

The girl snatched the scanner forcefully from her head with her free hand feeling it scrape some skin as it went. She ignored the pain, in simple euphoria from the relief of the lack of static. “You’re a liar! Dr. Kendrick would never—”

“He will if you don’t stop this nonsense, SUBJECT ZERO!”

Kit screamed at him as he clung to her by the arm, slamming her fists against his chest. The movements were too slow and sluggish to do any real harm, her body too exhausted. “Liar, liar, liar!”

She could not say when she actually collapsed to the floor or when she started convulsing and which one happened first. She probably fainted long before either started, the last of her energy seeping out of her with her short-lived spat at the doctor.

By the time the convulsions ended, she was trying to move again, babbling incoherently. The doctor had hit the red emergency button and a new wailing sound had begun. If she’d been more coherent, the girl would have covered her ears in annoyance. As it was, she curled her legs towards her stomach, moaning. Everything in her body felt wrong, it didn’t feel like it belonged to her, too far away.

The convulsions started again, conscious lost in a tirade of darkness.

As several agents flooded in the doctor directed them to get the girl off the floor and back onto the gurney as he readied what he needed for an IV. “After I get her stabilized, she needs to be put through conditioning again.”

One of the agents – newer to the crew and possibly on his last day – had his eyes glued on the seizing child, frozen, horror evident on his features. The Commander pretended he did not see, pretended everything was fine, pretend, all he had to do was pretend he was apathetic and all would be okay. For everyone.

“Conditioning? Sir, in her state?”

“This, Commander?” The doctor quirked his head towards the girl as her second set of seizures came to an end. “Is simply a child throwing a tantrum.”

The doctor gestured at the commander to hold her arm up for him. Preston hesitated before moving forward and doing as he was directed. Stay quiet, keep your mouth shut. That was the way things were done here. No one asked questions about the tiny girl seizing on the table. No one protested what they were doing. No one—

“Sir, please…Conditioning? After an operation?”

“Commander, need I remind you what happened the last time someone started asking too many questions?”

“No…sir.”

“Good. Anyway, she will be more moldable in this state anyway. Perhaps it will finally take. Perhaps she will finally learn what she is now.”

Kit was still now, breath coming in shallow gasps, face white as a sheet. She did not move as the doctor had placed the IV or when he hung the fluids above her. Her eyes were opening, blearily trying to take in everything around her. But it was far too bright and she shut them again. Shut it all out.

The last thing she heard were the doctor’s words, “Give her an hour for the fluids to get into her system then escort her to the Tower.”

She didn’t have the strength to panic or run. Only slip away yet again into darkness.

[golden-girl-daisy]

Pippa just started her first heat and unfortunately doesn’t have enough tail nub to hold her puppy diaper up.

[roosterarts]

"Far from shore, a pacific war

Bombs are falling from the skies

It's a bomb run day, it's the naval way

A bloodred sun is on the rise"

- Midway, Sabaton