#presidential alert: the girls are fightinggggg

[crehador]

tsurune: tsunagari no issha ✧ kaito vs nanao ✧ street // range

[waterfall-ambience]

perpetua arc 2 chapter 9 is going to make me go insane (context: damien has found out that he's a clone of agustin)

script excerpt:

[Cut. Damien and Luna have dinner – sinigang.] 

[Damien picks at his food.] 

Damien: How much have you been keeping from me? 

Captain Luna: … 

Damien, I’m sorry.

Damien: Just how long have you known? 

Like I’m sorry you have to deal with me and I know it's several levels of horrifying but were you seriously just going to keep quiet about it?! 

Why?!

Captain Luna: Don’t apologise for existing. 

I know you’re angry at me. 

I was going to tell you, I just didn’t know how, and I didn’t want it to be true.

I didn’t want to scare you, especially if I didn’t have anything to substantiate my claims.

But when you figured it out, I couldn’t deny anything.

Damien: … 

Can you please tell me about him? 

Captain Luna: No. 

I’m not going to give you information for you to hurt yourself with. 

You should not change integral parts of yourself to make me, or anyone more comfortable. As your guardian, it is my responsibility to make sure that you are happy and looked-after. 

[Damien looks so mad and pulls out the red Tag. “By the rules of this game I will make you tell me”]. 

Captain Luna: Save it, Damien. 

Damien: >:( 

Why are you so insistent that I stay in the dark about who I’m supposed to be?!

If I know, I can help! I can help it hurt less! 

Captain Luna: You’re not supposed to have the identity of a dead man hanging over you, not at your age. Not at any age. 

The last thing I want is for you to limit yourself because you think it’s going to make me happy. That’s not your look-out. 

Damien: … 

Captain Luna: Whatever you are, whoever you are, it is my responsibility to deal with it. 

That’s final. 

[They eat in silence.] 

[ef-1]

max and lando complaining about charles not getting a penalty in parc ferme, presidential alert the girls are fightinggggg

[accultant]

Their heart leaps into their throat the second she jumps, but she's already transformed before she even makes contact. In another instance, Iago might be intrigued. They hadn't seen her transform before. They would be curious, even, about this process. They often find themselves fascinated by things they don't fully understand and could positively devour a new topic of research once one piqued their interest.

Unfortunately, this is not another instance. And this specific instance fills them with panic and rage rather than the more palatable wonder and whimsy.

Landing on the ground knocks the wind out of them, but they've got a lifetime of reflexes to fall back on even when dazed. Their hands are up in an instant, gripping the maw looming over them, desperately trying to keep her fangs at a distance. Saliva coats the fingers they have clawed into her face and makes it difficult to keep their grip. The twitching of their hands doesn't help either, but they hope it at least makes her mouth taste sharp and metallic.

"Katya, enough! Get off of me or I swear I will burn you alive, on purpose or not," they say through gritted teeth. It's an assumption that she's even able to understand them right now - Iago doesn't think she's completely out of control, it seemed intentional enough ( not that it makes them feel any safer ). Still, they resist like their life depends on it, not entirely convinced that it doesn't. They flinch when a glob of something red and warm hits their face and they dig their nails into her gums trying to push her back. "I'm serious, you damned-"

Drip, drip. Another drip.

Friendships are still new to Iago, hardly familiar territory, so they think they're allowed a little murderous intent. As a treat. Any lingering patience for this bit of hers dissipates in an instant when there's another vile drip. They're livid and sure they're about two seconds from throwing up when the spell flies off their tongue in what sounds more like a guttural scream of frustration than a proper wizard's cant. There's another frantic twitch of their hands that makes them lose their hold on her face, but it hardly matters since it's followed by an echoing crack of thunder and a pressurized pop! in the air before Katya is flung backwards through the trees like a ragdoll.

They're on their feet in an instant, frantically wiping at their face with one sleeve and stooping to grab the shovel with their other hand, wielding it like the well-used glaive currently collecting dust in their bedroom closet. Or perhaps like a very angry pet who wants to beat their self-proclaimed owner with a shovel. "You disgusting hound - Don't you ever do that again!"

Life is cold and cruel for many people - but that applies especially so for anyone that meets Katya's acquaintance.

Of course she appreciates the help Iago is offering. Even if it's technically slower than what she could do if she simply shifted and dug a whole in her large wolf form. But it's the thought that counts - and it did count.

But Katya was nothing if not a complete asshole that liked making fun of her... acquaintances. Especially Iago who struck her as a helpless, squeamish little kitten. And bad pets who insulted their owners needed to understand that that was unacceptable.

So Katya was going to be a good owner show them exactly what happened when pets were bad.

" Well now you're just bein' cruel. "

Without missing a beat, she ignored the shovel & jumped at Iago - the sound of ripping & tearing clothing echoing through the vast woods as the newly turned rags fell to the ground in tatters and suddenly a large black wolf, well over Katya's regular height, was on Iago, pinning them to the ground. Slobber and blood dripped from her mouth and onto the poor bhaalspawn's face as she weighed down on them.

[youkaigakkou-tl]

Chapter 107 - Meiji Romance (Part 6)

Presidential alert the girls are fightinggggg

Happy 9th anniversary to Yohaji!! Gfantasy cover + color page + calendar + volume 16 + yoseito chapter next month too!!

I cried 3 times the first time reading this chapter. Do with that information what you will.

(Also on mangadex)

[crehador]

me: wtf this team is too op the team:

me: like they’re gonna win for sure the team:

me: ...they’re going to win... for sure... right? the team:

[lemondoddle]

the marble hornets viewing experience as catalogued by the memes i made/sent @questionthewitness while they put me through this

[I.D. a set of eight memes that are as follows:

a snapchat photo of jay merrick sitting under a tree and holding his knees to his chest. there's a caption in all caps reading "hes so small" with several crying emojis. surrounding jay are three more emoji stickers, one of a cursed emoji crying, one of a pink bunny crying, and one of a turtle with the pensive emoji face

a digital drawing of a figure sitting in a violent spray of blood and smiling while listening to music on their headphones

a tumblr post reading "message to all bitches: please survive"

a fake presidential emergency alert in all caps reading "the girls are fightinggggg"

a meme of leonardo dicaprio pointing at something he's watching while holding a cigarette and a drink in the other hand

a digital drawing of a figure with one arm crossed over their side and another held up to their mouth as they frown with big teary eyes

a two part digital drawing of a figure looking around in bed confusedly with big teary eyes and question marks

a motion blurred photo of masky holding down alex kralie who's moving to grab masky's face. the image is captioned "what if we kissed- and we were both slendervese characters (blushing emoji)

end I.D.]

[nomadjones]

Two less drinks in his system and two more hours sleep a night on average might have had made for a more reasonable Dallas who could let an accidental drink spill and some on purpose bad attitude slide, but that wasn't the one stood starring daggers at the shorter man who was giving him lip.

His hand reached back behind him for Wren's with a mocking laugh leaving his lips as he had the audacity to say he owed him a drink, just about to tell him that there was no free drinks for being a blind bastard when the rest of his is thrown his way and makes a temporary one of him when Jack and coke hits his eyes as well as the rest of him.

"Dirty bastard," He says of both the play and the hand that played it, blinking bourbon from his eyes, only registering then that he had accidentally drawn Wren into the splash zone, her costume -- and night no doubt -- also spoiled by what he's assuming is a spoiled brat.

That's when he see's an old friend in the form of a red rage he never could see passed.

He drops her hand, drops everything he had learned in the course of his court-mandated anger management and reaches both hands out with intent to drop the other man when he was done.

It's muscle memory to him when he grabs two fistfuls of his skeleton shirt, keeping a firm grip on him as he goes for dirty too.

Instead of a punch, Dallas' head surges forward with a deliberate dip, bringing the solid centre of his forehead down on Aiden's nose with enough force that it was almost as though he was trying to smash it clear off his face, as momentarily remorseless in his pursuit of spilled blood as Aiden had been liberal with spilled booze.

@aiden-stevens

With the scent of tobacco clinging to the collar of his jacket, Aiden heads back through the crowd. He has a new drink in hand he doesn’t plan to nurse once he finds Mack — that’s not a hard feat when he stands taller than most the guys in there — and the beeline he makes across the room is intercepted.

His cups sloshes in his hand, which very much so goes against his plan of downing it moments later, and Aiden reels back a step to look at his loss. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he mumbles to himself while the cogs in his head move slowly in their drunken haze. The tilt of the room doesn’t make it hard to discern who is now wearing most of his drink, and the words that cut through the chatter and music draw Aiden’s attention in.

The cogs turn faster.

“Hah, what? I’m not the one who’s not watching where I’m going. Go say sorry in the mirror to make yourself feel better. In fact, you owe me a new drink.” Who’s fault it really is, it’s up for debate, but Aiden stands his ground with the tilt of his scowl and the dead stare sent Dallas’s way.

He decides that the rest of his cup deserves to join the first half with a toss, and Aiden mockingly jeers, “So sorry.”

@nomadjones

[yuri-quest]

Excited for magic school? Darn tootin'! You could hardly sit still the entire carriage ride from your modest village to the capital city. Forests and farmland flowed by outside the window, giving you glimpses of a world beyond your sleepy life as the daughter of a sufficiently successful dry goods merchant. Perhaps some of the fields you saw are the sources of goods on your parents' shelves. The thought makes the world feel larger and smaller at the same time.

Eventually you arrived at the coach depot in the capital nearest the academy. From there, clutching your luggage in the iron grip of an overawed hick, you located the staff member who'd been tasked with wrangling the new students. A softly-glowing magic sign hovered above them while their hands were busy juggling clipboards and lists. Apparently your coach was among the last to arrive, as you didn't have to wait long before your luggage was magicked onto a baggage cart that surely had enchantments of its own to be able to fit two score trunks and bags within its confines.

The staff member led your cohort on a twenty-minute walk to the academy grounds. They were too preoccupied to speak with any of you who didn't have a crisis, so you kept your own counsel, busy goggling at the buildings that soared around you. Those'll be described when it's time to Choose Yuri Own Destination for a later day off, so cool your heels for now.

Anyway, you've arrived at the school. There's a grand auditorium where your group meets with the other new students of your year. It seems those who arrived by coach were only part of the incoming students. Some must be townies, and perhaps there are others who have come from the docks or other places.

Soon it will be time to test your magical aptitude and learn your dorm assignment. You know you have some amount of magic from the results of the basic magical screening everyone gets when they turn thirteen, but the testing equipment at your town's hall is only sophisticated enough to give a rough idea. You can't wait to learn your magical affinity!

Well, you're gonna have to. Seems there's still some time before the ceremony actually begins. Hurry up and wait and all that. You glance around to see if any of the other students are feeling as impatient as you are. A few folks catch your eye, the ones with character designs that mean they likely have custom dialogue portraits. Since you've got nothing better to do, why not go talk to one of them?

Nearby, at the center of a group of interchangeable rich-looking girls, is a regal young lady attired in fashion far finer than anything you'd before seen in person. She has immaculately-styled blond ringlets and piercing blue eyes. Just as piercing is her voice as she lets out a predictable "ohoho!" with a hand up to her mouth.

A short girl with mousy brown hair and wide brown eyes flinches at the sound. She clutches a worn school satchel like a lifeline. Its strap has been mended several times over, and the bag itself is more patchwork than original fabric, but it's clearly important since she didn't leave it with the rest of the student luggage. Her gaze darts around, looking for a safe escape from her conversation with the blonde.

You weren't the only one whose attention was caught by the oujo-sama laugh. A tall, dour girl with large glasses looks up from her book, her eyebrows narrowed in irritation. You can't see her eyes because the light strikes at just the right angle to render an obfuscating glare. The book she's holding seems to be a textbook, and it's got enough heft to it to kill a small moose. Her fingers drum against the back cover, but she doesn't seem inclined to interject all the same.

Also there are some men, but you're probably not interested in them. So? Who do you want to approach? Or do you just wanna kick back with some popcorn and see what unfolds?

[monitor-kernel-access]

PRESIDENTIAL ALERT: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG

[moththeender]

Where's that presidential alert 'the girls are fightinggggg' when you need it? Because damn.

[dallonwrites]

revelations, revelations opening: dorothy argues with her brother in a laundromat after not seeing him for three years 

lover boy opening: beau pretends he’s normal and unbothered about being stood up by a date, taking photos for a gay couple that has what he wants, impulsively hooking up with a stranger at a bar, bumping into his ex boyfriend’s twin sister, hanging out with his ex boyfriend’s twin sister and driving her home to the apartment he knows his ex boyfriend is in, the fact his best friend has been dead for almost a year now, and all the other ways it gets worse that i can’t reveal yet 

RR book 3 opening:

[UNTIL HEAVEN. Chapter 1. December 23, 1990. The morning after his father dies Felix is on the rooftop of a stranger’s house with Cocteau Twins on his Walkman and a cigarette in his mouth. It’s the Sunday before Christmas, it’s colder than usual but the rain is soft on his face. At twenty-six, this is the closest he gets to prayer.]

dad died but i’m still chilling!!!!!!!!!!

the first chapter of lover boy is really intense on an emotional level because So Many Things happen in quick succession it's like beau barely gets a chance to breathe and process it. meanwhile RR opening chapter is just felix and dorothy arguing in a laundromat.

[youchoseeachother]

8.17

[salty-dracon]

You, small brain: girls fighting is so uncomfortable and toxic :(

Me, galaxy brain: have you ever seen an eco goth and a punk interact?

[saint-dominik-of-zadar]

i simp for croatians for three years straight once, first demografija_hr follows me on ig, now this. interesting

[rockange-a]

"God you're fuckin' annoyin'. Wound up tighter than a damn spring. Always wondered what meeting my twin would be like, but so far you're a straight up bitch."

"Fuck does that mean? How are ya gonna look at ya fuckin' mirror and say that shit?"

@rockange

" It means you're being a ficking piss baby, you fucking brat. Jesus fuck, if this is how I am I'm gonna get Lute to slap me one of these days."