#once again crying over them

[drunken-devotion]

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THEY HOLD HANDS IN THIS VERSION??? WHAT THE FUCK GUYS??

[saltpepperbeard]

I hope you find that. I think I have.

[tanjir0se]

The fact that Iroh never stops calling him Prince Zuko. Even when they’re begging on the street or camping in the wilderness, when Zuko is at his lowest, when he doesn’t even know where his destiny lies, when he feels like anything but royalty, Iroh never stops reminding him who he is. Never stops calling him Prince.

I’m going to go eat glass btw

[arttsuka]

I LOVE Teen Stan and Ford, it’s sad they don’t get drawn enough, so thank you so much!

Does Ford ever help Stan when he gets overstimulated? Or maybe when he has a rage response and suddenly starts crying and calls himself stupid?

Here's the other post with Ford

[kristalijah]

HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!! I REPEAT, HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!!

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[writhe]

oh but now it is all grief

[impromptu-sketches]

Re-listening to the volume 1 drama CD...

In the beginning Kazuki is so close to giving up... he’s gambled his money away, he’s sad and drunk, he runs into Kyu-chan who he’s been avoiding because he’s failed so many of his jobs...

And then he meets Rei and his apartment gets destroyed (then he keeps living there for a month probably because he can’t afford to move) but at least he has the opportunity to keep working.

Then he moves in with Rei, agreeing to be his housekeeper essentially, but now he has his dream kitchen, a nice place, a partner to make up for his shortcomings at work. Someone to cook for that will (kind of) appreciate it. A home to take care of.

Going back to their conversation in the car in episode 8...

Kazuki: When Kyu-chan first introduced us, you were such a mess. Your room as full of garbage, all your food was instant crap. Unshaven, ungroomed, living like a shut-in with dead zombie eyes.

Rei: Like you were any better, acting like you’d caused all the world’s misfortunes.

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Maybe because he’s great at reading people (?) or because it’s Kazuki, Rei could sense he was blaming himself for something big or many things. The WORLD’S misfortunes.

And he invited Kazuki to live with him. Rei did. REI SUWA invited someone to live with him. In his house!! After meeting him barely 3 times!!

And I think it ended up saving him.

[possamble]

AHA thank u i was mostly just. frantically pulling the "no hetero" card bc farcille is super super always endgame for me and the "marcille has two hands" thing is absolutely not for me and my personal characterization of marcille

i like. can't find it anymore for some reason but there was a farcille fic set just after the shuro confrontation where laios reaches over to hold marcille's hand and ask her if she likes him or if she's just tolerating him too and it was so. the vulnerability. the puppyness.

that safety and security he must feel in knowing that she wears her heart on her sleeve and he will always know when she's unhappy with him because she will absolutely let it be known. the way that falin's first revival was the turning point for the way he felt about her because, for the first time in his life, protecting falin wasn't something he had to shoulder alone. there was finally someone else who cared about her as much as he did (in his eyes, resenting his parents for failing to protect her) and would stop at nothing to save her. the way it must have been proof for him that, not only was falin not alone anymore, he wasn't alone anymore.

idk why i like rather than dislike the fact that his only framework for parsing how he feels about "the first girl other than his sister that he's ever cared this much about" is a comphet romantic lens. like he would have the autism moment of fully assuming that he's in love with her for a while and just like. not? doing anything about it? because he doesn't feel the urge to, nor is he sad that he knows marcille would mostly likely never "feel the same way" about him?

like. he "figures out" that he's "in love with marcille" with all the passion of printing out a label and sticking it onto a favourite scrapbook for organizational purposes. he's equally happy to be her husband or brother-in-law so long as it means she stays close and is part of his family.

i know logically i should hate it but it's sooo crunchy to me. my comphet besties ever. designated plus one and dance partner to all fancy and formal occasions. having actual real chemistry but the "romantic" part of it is some weird shapeshifter smokescreen. augh

[eilinelsghost]

Reminded again today just how much of the unspoken text in the Athrabeth Finrod Ah Andreth is two friends mourning the loss of the same deeply loved person. Which is all the more poignant in that each's loss has been (directly or indirectly) caused by the other.

Finrod's thorough knowledge of and quickness to elaborate on the reasons and motivation behind his brother's decision indicates it is quite likely he was involved in that decision process. (In fact, I do wonder how much of his later above-and-beyond aid to Beren is not only his oath, but also lingering guilt, having seen the wreckage his probable counsel wrought for Andreth.)

But even besides that inference, Finrod states plainly that it is love and loyalty to his kin that bound Aegnor to make the choice he did.

So in the course of the Athrabeth, Andreth is mourning her deepest loss to that very same kin whom Aegnor chose over his love for her.

Meanwhile, Finrod knows through foresight that he is within a few short years of losing his brother for the duration of Arda. Which, to the best of the Eldar's knowledge, means permanently since they believe themselves existentially bound to it, as Finrod describes in their conversation:

'You see us, the Quendi, still in the first ages of our being, and the end is far off. As maybe among you death may seem to a young man in his strength; save that we have long years of life and thought already behind us. But the end will come. That we all know. And then we must die; we must perish utterly, it seems, for we belong to Arda (in hröa and fëa). And beyond that what? "The going out to no return," as you say; "the uttermost end, the irremediable loss"? 'Our hunter is slow-footed, but he never loses the trail. Beyond the day when he shall blow the mort,& we have no certainty, no knowledge. And no one speaks to us of hope.'

Morgoth's Ring, Part 4: Athrabeth Finrod Ah Andreth

Love and loyalty may have bound Aegnor to choose his family over his love for Andreth in the moment, but Finrod is under no illusions here and understands that this choice will ultimately be payed for in their own subsequent loss of Aegnor.

Loyalty may have swayed him to turn away from his heart's wish, but it will not be cause enough to return. Ultimately Aegnor prefers the timeless stasis in the Halls of Mandos over spending the remaining ages of Arda alongside his family without Andreth.

Finrod attempts to comfort Andreth with the beauty of "a memory that is fair but unfinished" because that is how he is simultaneously consoling himself. A fair but unfinished memory is all either of them will have of Aegnor, even those who Aegnor seemingly chose.

Just as Andreth knows or suspects what led Aegnor to turn away, so also Finrod knows that his brother's love for Andreth is what will soon part them till the end of the world - and potentially eternally if there is no life for the Eldar beyond the confines of Arda.

And yet here they sit together in grief, and through their willingness to share in mourning for their mutual loss, they bring together the two strands of knowledge that enable the unlooked for Hope to be said at last:

He paused a while, and then looking gravely at Andreth he said: 'Yes, Wise-woman, maybe it was ordained that we Quendi, and ye Atani, ere the world grows old, should meet and bring news one to another, and so we should learn of the Hope from you: ordained, indeed, that thou and I, Andreth, should sit here and speak together, across the gulf that divides our kindreds, so that while the Shadow still broods in the North we should not be wholly afraid.'

Morgoth's Ring, Part 4: Athrabeth Finrod Ah Andreth

[lit-in-thy-heart]

don't talk to me i'm still thinking about merlin telling balinor that arthur's name was lancelot in 2x13

[averlym]

some very very quick costume shorthands!

[asena-queenslayer]

my favorite fellow peeps who make themselves sick over the tragedy of the high cloud quintet and especially yingxing who became blade

I bring ya the Korean original musical Frankenstein (프랑켄슈타인) by Wang Yong-beom and Brandon Lee

It's loosely based on the Mary Shelley novel and actually goes almost balls to the wall off the rails unhinged plot-wise, but it does it so WELL and it's made me absolutely insane over the past three days or so and I didn't even like the novel so you know it's good

I'm not fluent in Korean (though I do understand a fair amount) but the songs slap so fucking hard (y'all music truly needs no translation for its emotions to be felt)

And for those songs that do have translations on YouTube,

GOD

WOW

basically, for the uninitiated to either piece of media,

disaster gay(s) decides resurrecting someone they loved from the dead is a good idea and ofc that goes horribly wrong for them and ruins their life and kills/destroys everyone they held dear and changes them irreversibly and they become everything they feared :)

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A few songs + English subtitles to get you started (23:16):

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Also it's actually being performed rn in Korea since this is the 10th anniversary of the musical

So a couple of the main actors were interviewed recently by an entertainment show and they got to each perform a song from the show (linked below) (no subtitles unfortunately, but there are other videos of these songs on YouTube by other people that DO have subtitles) (I just thought these were best visual + audio quality)

The Great History of the Creation of Life Begins by Shin Sung-rok (위대한 생명창조의 역사가 시작된다 by 신성록) (5:30)

Victor Frankenstein sings abt defying God and shit while creating his creature/monster from his dead (boy)friend

BANGER ass set & special effects

I am the monster by Park Eun-tae (난 괴물 by 박은태) (6:18)

About the monster's loneliness and longing to be loved but even his body is not his own and he's been rejected by his own creator :(

Also THE Park Eun-tae's vocals and acting (worth a watch for that alone)

TW for fake blood & stitches just in case

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I get shivers whenever I hear the "tick tock / tick tock / no need to overclock" lyric in "Poems of a Machine" ...

[valewritessss]

If you’re the one who wrote a rape fic and called it hot and sexy and when I called you out on it said it’s justified because it’s only hot when it’s fictional please go fuck yourself