#my tags are spoilers noooo!!!!

[toffeebrews]

I wonder if there's a single fan of Supernatural that liked the ending.

[lesbiansforboromir]

Veilguard spoilers but I can never play Inquisition again cus theee MOMENT that fucking wolfboy says something about the Grey Wardens I will instinctually put my head directly through my monitor in my rabid need to wring his stupid little neck OH THE FUCKIING 'I HAVE THE ONLY POSSIBLE SOLUTION, EVEN IF IT IS IMPERFECT SO YOU SHOULDNT JUDGE ME' GUY IS JUDGING OUR??? COLLECTIVE IMPERFECT SOLUTION TO THE PROBLEM??

HE MADE??????????????

[sparring-spirals]

And the other side of this, of like- Imogen and Laudna acting so differently around Ashton, versus around each other. If you put the three of them together something different (something regular?) spills out. But when they talk, just Ashton to Laudna and just Imogen to Ashton- the common threads stay strung out between them.

Ashton and Imogen talk about each other, and mention Laudna, the agreed similarities between Ashton and Laudna like a shorthand for understanding more, like a glossary in a textbook.

Laudna and Ashton talk about themselves, but refer to Imogen like a thing of admiration, like a wonder. A mirrored fascination like a shared road, like a steady standard, like moths to a flame.

Its not the same as getting them all in a room, we've seen that to an extent. It's like- lights, and crystals, and threads, fuck if i know, things strung up and shining when the light hits them differently and refracting into new colors and directions. Its not a balancing act, exactly, its like a chemical equation.

[kuppikahvia]

[emoreooo]

solution to hunters dilemma

[eleiwitch]

Bnha 419 spoilers under cut

[2nebula]

having several (VERY GOOD) Emotions over Murderbot book update

my System Collapse is finished, my crops are watered, and my soul is fed

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 58

Chapter; Highlights

Not that there was much Elide could do.

Despite the generous gift of power that ran through the Lochan bloodline, she possessed no magic, no gifts beyond reading people and lying.

Rushed to get bandages, hot water, and whatever salves or herbs the healers calmly requested. None of them shouted. They only raised their voices, magic glowing bright around them, if a soldier was shrieking too loudly for their words to be heard.

The sun was barely over the horizon, judging by the light at the windows set high in the Great Hall, and so many already lay injured. So many. Still they kept coming, and Elide kept moving, her limp becoming a dull, then a sharp ache. A minor pain, compared to what the soldiers endured. Compared to what they faced on the battlements.

She didn't let herself think of her friends.

Didn't let herself think of Lorcan, who had not come to the chamber last night and had not sought them out this morning. As if he didn't want to be near her. As if he'd taken every hateful word she'd spoken to heart.

So Elide aided—and did not stop.

No, that magnificent horse trampled them, fearless and wicked, just as Chaol had predicted. A horse whose name meant butterfly

—stomping all over Valg foot soldiers.

Had his breath not been a rasp in his chest, Chaol might have smiled. Had men not been cut down around him, he might have laughed a bit, too.

But Morath was launching itself at the walls and gates with a furor they had not yet witnessed. Perhaps they knew who had come to Anielle and now hewed them down. Aelin and Rowan fought back-to-back, and Fenrys had plowed his way down the battlements to join Chaol by the second siege tower.

Morath, it seemed, did not think to surrender. Only to inflict destruction, to break into the keep and slaughter as many as they could before meeting their end.

His shield bloodied and dented, his horse a raging demon herself beneath him, Chaol kept swinging his sword. His wife lay within the keep behind him. He would not fail her.

Soon now. They'd win the field soon, and the song in his blood would quiet.

Part of him didn't want it to end, even as his body began to scream to rest.

Yet when the battle was done, what would remain?

Nothing. Elide had made that clear enough.

She loved him, but she hated herself for it.

He hadn't deserved her anyway.

She deserved a life of peace, of happiness.

He didn't know such things. Had thought he'd glimpsed them during the months they'd traveled together, before everything went to hell, but now he knew he was not meant for anything like it.

But this battlefield, this death-song around him ... This, he could do. This, he could savor.

The golden helmets of the khagan's army became clear, their fiery horses unfaltering.

Finer than any host he'd fought beside in a mortal kingdom. In many immortal kingdoms, too.

Obeying the death-song in his blood, Lorcan let his shields drop. He did not wish it to be easy. He wanted to feel each blow, see his enemy's life drain out beneath his sword.

The earth shook beneath thundering hooves, and arrows screamed overhead. Then there was roaring. And then blackness.

[eggs-love-loki]

Me: I’ll watch one episode of my hero after dinner that’ll be fun :)

Me three episodes later, having gone from crying earlier to just pure distress by the end: Well that was the worst choice ever

[lottieurl]

[wakes up in cold sweat] they're gonna eat jackie aren't they

[necra-loid]

you WILL look at them

[arthurwilde]

YOU LIKE PANCAKES AND WAFFLES AND KISS GUYS ON MOLLY

[lovehoarder]

It takes place during 2020 and there's no confirmation of Foggy and Karen. It takes place in 2020. And there's no confirmation of Foggy and Karen.

[heartsoji]

hiii! just watched the demon slayer movie! will be crying myself to sleep now!

[cheerfullycatholic]

Accurate depiction of me explaining the ending of Wednesday to my brother

[galaxyhybridscentral]

welp guess alon's getting character development then

she'll be subjected to the horrors soon :)