#once without even realising it

[immortalsins]

CAUGHT out

[worstloki]

AU where Loki doesn’t interfere with Thor’s banishment at all and it takes Thor years to prove himself worthy and when he returns to Asgard everything is just. The same. Nothing seems to have changed at all and everyone greets him like his absence was a minor obstacle that didn’t fundamentally change Thor and the worst part is Loki stepped down from the place as regent without any delay and Thor can’t help but feel there’s something underlaying the way his brother looks at him now and won’t let him touch him and Thor doesn’t know what he could have missed because he doesn’t think he would have found anything wrong with the things around him and how everyone behaves if he hadn’t spent time on Earth reflecting.

[eclaire-went-bam]

npd + rdr culture is seeing people call dutch a narcissist and going "YEAA KING he's just like me ong" and then promptly realise they're actually insulting him with the word 'narcissist' & i proceed to backpedal ...

[finexbright]

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[cactusringed]

Girl I'm so embarrassed on Scott's behalf oh my GODDDDD girl shut UPPPPP JIMMY DOESNT LOVE YOU BACK HE'S SO OVER YOU HE REALISED WHAT YOU HAD WAS TOXIC STOP CLINGING TO HIM FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO CONTROL SCREAMS SCREAMS SCREAMS.

[kimtaegis]

I love taehyung and how he goes around his life, how he seems to just enjoy it to the fullest all the time, how he’s so unapologetic about what he loves and what he does, how he’s just doing whatever feels right to him. he always makes me want to be a little more carefree and to trust my gut and to stand up for myself more. love him so much seriously

[softdreamlesssleep]

God, "I missed you" sex is the best

[pastelskrulls]

percabeth yuri brain rot ahoy

au where everything is the same except poseidon and sally jackson have a daughter named ariadne (depending on the version u choose she got a happy ending with dionysus which is canon in the books) she probably goes by ari idk idk

anyways ari doesnt realize shes a lesbian, shes just like ‘oh yes my best friend annabeth who i have completely platonic feelings for’ and annabeth realizes shes bi but shes stuck in yearning hell not wanting to risk their friendship or creep ari out

most story beats would stay the same (tho titans curse would probably need a serious overhaul so good thing im not talking about that x) and they do still mess up circes island tho im not sure why yet, but in botl annabeth does NOT kiss ari, and only figures out after ari is missing that shes bi

(meanwhile on calypsos island ari is like ‘ohh sorry im not into girls like that’ and calypso is like yeah the gods always send heroes who cant love me)

anyways they dont get together after the last olympian, instead ari wakes up amnesiac in the woods with only the memory of annabeth and shes like ‘ohhh that must be my girlfriend’ and doesnt question it again

now this is my hc for just regular canon percy too that even after the gorgons blood the old memories and the new ones formed in the in between would get a little mixed up so the argo II arrives in new rome and annabeth runs up to ari to go in for a hug when ari just starts kissing her (annabeth is so shocked she forgets to even judoflip her) n e ways they make it official that night in the stables and that would make the rome date their first real date

[stankylobotomy]

Me when

[nobodieshero-main]

now i just wanna go write the mahina woods scenes....

[widevibratobitch]

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[lanaevyssmoved]

i want to restart dao now as a mage

[irisbaggins]

Seething as I realise how much they did indeed copy Korrasami, both Dark Horse kiss and Spirit Portal ending. Seething as I realise it's ten years of that fucking colour show, and Korrasami happened before this managed to even be conceptualised. Seething.

[rainbluealoekitten]

i genuinely feel so bad for my ex's gf though because she's out here posting on her insta that it's their 3 month anniversary but boyo is making me playlists with unrequited love songs and posts stuff about being nostalgic about when we were dating, keeps complimenting how i look, and literally yesterday was telling me he still has the sticker we stole from the library where we held hands and cuddled like. he's such an important friend to me but really i guess i will have to cut him off (again) bc i thought we were both over this but apparently not and it's just going to hurt a lot of people if i don't

[saviolum-sanguineus]

agnus dei

the beauty of childhood is in its ignorance; later, it becomes the object of a wistful, willful desire.

tw: worsties toxicity (light, through cassius pov)

(part one) | part two

He looks as though he’d liked to have passed his hand closer to her throat, but Valentine curls up prohibitively there, silent and bright-eyed. “You wanted to. You wanted all of this, Esme.”

The next time Cassius sees Esme, her silks are as crimson as her hair and the lustre of her title burns radiant in the absence of his father’s arm. The porter announces her as a Lady and he claps politely, wondering if she remembers him or if she had shed the memory of that quiet, cold evening along with the man who had left her there.

She does not approach him, but when Lady Esme Odile is speaking to a woman whose serpent dæmon slithers luxuriantly up one arm and down the other during their conversation, Valentine the ermine dæmon pads lightly over the floor to Cassius, not more than a foot away. Esme’s back is to him, but as Valentine makes his form slink in an elegant circle around Annika’s mourning dove shape, she tosses her hair back over her shoulder and a wave of gentle, sweet ginger and spicy rose fragrance floats to him like a wave hello.

Valentine does not speak, but sets his furry head atop Annika’s breast for a second and blinks at Cassius before he returns to Esme, shuffling around her skirts. She finishes speaking to the woman with the serpent dæmon and moves away; Valentine waggles his ears subtly at Cassius from Esme’s shoulders and the boy smiles, one small hand going to pat Annika’s soft feathers.

His Lord father catches Esme by the arm and pulls her towards him as he closes the distance between them—shock plies her into that smooth dance of celestial wounds and welcoming for an instant, Valentine still as stone on her shoulder, before she twists her arm out of Lord Taran’s grasp, gold eyes guarded behind mirror-like, polite smiles.

“Doing very well for ourselves now, are we?” Taran’s voice is smooth as ever, as sleek as Helæna prowling by his side with as much of a smirk as could appear on a leopard’s muzzle. “

Esme’s face went very still for a moment—in that stillness Cassius saw once again the unnameable thing that had slowed Valentine’s curl so many years ago, but this time he was able to read it spooling across Esme’s features. He watched the burning in her eyes and the set of her mouth like blood, like wine, like the opals flashing at her throat, and he knew that this woman and his father had hurt and helped each other terribly, and perhaps wanted to be hurt at the beginning of it all, or at least taken the pain as a sign that something greater at play had been working—and Cassius knew that it was because of this hurt that echoed between them that they could never have loved each other the way the other craved to be loved, and why they now felt a kind of resentful, wicked need of each other despite it all.

The hurting was the proof and the cause and the result, and it was why Lord Taran, who did not care for much at all beyond finding new vices, tapped out a little cigarette from the silver case he carried, put it between his own lips to light it, and nestled the glowing thing between the resistance of Esme’s fingers.

“Your hands are shaking,” he said, and it was as much a reprimand and judgement as it was a warning.

“The air is fresh,” Esme responded, “and I never liked smoking.”

Lord Taran raises an eyebrow and uses his hand to turn one goosefleshed shoulder to look over the gathered guests. He looks as though he’d liked to have passed his hand closer to her throat, but Valentine curls up prohibitively there, silent and bright-eyed.

“You wanted to. You wanted all of this, Esme.” As he releases her and leaves into the crowd, Taran adds in a murmur whose cruelty is in its sweetness, “Even if you didn’t know what game you were learning to play. You learned all the same. And so you know that there is no one else to blame.”

Cassius cradles Annika closer to him and watches Esme blink, breathing shallow; just as he plucks his courage up to go and speak to her, perhaps to offer a bit of verse that he has tucked away in his pocket for times of need such as this, someone calls her name—or rather, her new title first, followed by a surname that exists nowhere outside her own entry in the city’s registry.

The shallow, wavering thing disappears from Esme’s face and leaves her breathtakingly beautiful; more so than even Cassius’s mother, who had never been able to empty her face quite so quickly of the things keeping it from doll-like perfection. She turns, smile dazzling, and Cassius feels himself fading into the safety of being a quiet, well-behaved child of little import in a treacherous city.

Valentine, from his perch on Esme’s shoulder, sees Annika; their eyes meet for a moment, but the ermine’s ears do not waggle, and then Esme is walking farther away, laughing prettily at something while the opals at her wrist flash like lightning.

That night, long after they should be asleep, Annika whispers to Cassius, “We must be good. If we are to help anyone, we must be good.” She says nothing more, but Cassius knows. He turns over in his bed and tries to think only of how soft chinchilla-formed Annika is against his neck and chest, and recites verse until he falls asleep.

[rowanhoney]

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