#she hasn't done anything wrong!

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Shauna calling Lottie sweetie lives rent free in my head. Shauna filling the makeshift tub with water for Nat lives rent free in my head. Shauna tucking her daughter's stuffed animal into bed with her lives rent free in my head. I love you Shauna.

[ventique18]

> This is... Black Scale Castle!

> This is Hornton's home..!

They're rushing to get the egg to Maleficia. Lilia's SO DESPERATE because he says HE HAS TO GET TO MELEANOR. HE HAS TO. Baul's telling him that it's a suicide mission to do so, but Lilia won't listen. UNTIL A BRIGHT LIGHT PIERCES THE SKIES.

Lilia: "This is... Don't tell me, this light!"

Soldier B: "Witch! You're still fighting even after that attack?"

Soldier B: "Dark magic completely enveloping the skies, pure black thorns blocking off any chance of escape... This is exactly what an evil tyrant would do!"

Soldier C: "There's no way we could coexist with a monster like that. We will definitely take that thing down here!"

Knight of Dawn: "Just where did we go wrong? If only we could understand each other, if only we could compromise... Maybe we could have seen a future together."

"But I... This path we took..."

"We've hurt each other, lost too many friends... We've reached the point of no return."

"I will not ask for forgiveness. But, allow me this dream.

"Fae and humans. A world where all races can laugh together. One day it will not be just a dream... It will come true."

[froxythedumb]

WDYM you dont like Kesha's fursona.

[we-love-morioh-cho]

me on my bullshit

[althaeaofficinalis]

girl. you came in here and immediately started using mind control and illusion magic to torment people in their dreams, manipulate people into killing people, manipulate someone into your arms, and to take away people's free will. yeah idk that's gonna make people think you're bad

[shinyvibrava]

why in the world did avery predstrogen get nuked off the face of the website but that one freak that's running a pedo and bestiality ring got their blog back and is still happily posting with not so much as a slap on the wrist

[spybiote]

do you care for her????

[wellthatschaotic]

neurotypicals are so frustrating,, i keep forgetting that "can you do x" means "go do x"

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Okay so I'm only 6 episodes into w.bg so needless to say I have absolutely no idea what to expect regarding the actual narrative arc of the show, but one thing I can say for certain is that Mike Walters is definitely a Character who makes Decisions.

[beagremlin]

moira misericorde is the kind of person to tell airport security she has a bomb as a joke

[lossisyours]

i am astonished by how many people either don't remember or don't care that blake lively and ryan reynolds got married on a plantation. but ok, they're funny and beautiful so it's fine!

[omniblades-and-stars]

Holding on to hell?

Fellow Zaeed appreciator you are. You sniffed a Shaeed one out! I wrote a little microstory to this effect a bit ago and then I was like ... fuck that's good, I need to explore both the way dying changed Shepard and made her feel alien to much of her previous life, and how I think Zaeed Massani is actually a really fucking good mirror for that. (Plus I'm obsessed, alright?)

Anyways, in a post destroy ending, Zaeed and Shepard just kind of gravitate towards each other but haven't actually talked about whatever is going on between them. Despite living together. Cause I'm a messy bitch who likes messy bitch things.

Shepard pushed the front door open, but kicked her shoes against the metal frame plate, trying in vain to knock enough mud off of them to make a difference before she stepped inside. She tossed the keys to the ATV at Zaeed, who caught them with ease, and sat down on the little step stool propped up across from the door.

"That boy's in love with you," he remarked so matter-of-factly she thought it sounded like he was giving her the weather forecast. It was a balmy seventy-three degrees outside, with a forty percent chance of rain, and Kaidan Alenko was in love with her.

Shepard paused her efforts to get free of her mud caked boots and looked up at him. A flicker of grief passed over tired eyes before she looked back down at her sopping wet laces. Briefly, she considered tying them back up and going back out on the four-wheeler. The wind whipping through her hair and the leaves stinging at her face as she tore through the narrow trails was almost enough to distract her from the dark clouds and rolling thunder that ate up all of the thoughts in her head, replacing them with horrible, twisted specters and vivid memories that smelled like blood and acrid smoke.

Still, one by one she pulled the laces free of the hook eyelets. "No, he's not," she said, finally breaking the silence. "He's in love with the Commander who got an obituary and a twenty-one gun salute. He thinks now that he's done his grieving everything just goes back the way it was." As though they had even been together long enough to build some sort of "normal".

Grief twisted itself up into a horrid knot in her gut with the passing of every second and turned into something more palpable - the bitter taste of anger on her tongue. How dare Alenko just drop in on her like that? That was the whole point of going to the middle of fucking nowhere, so people were disinclined to just pop on by like a neighbor asking for a cup of sugar. The day had started off good, she had even fooled herself into believing she might scrape through the night without a waking nightmare. Her luck couldn't be that good though. Not when the whole fucking galaxy felt like it owned little pieces of her.

Like she was some sort of fucked up, living, breathing timeshare.

One boot came free and slammed into the wall next to the front door, leaving a muddy print behind. It's companion followed immediately after, propelled by the fury hiding beneath the carefully schooled neutrality on her face. She wasn't fooling either of them.

It built up, and she felt like she could scream and rant and destroy everything she had and then some. It passed in a matter of seconds, a feeling she should have been used to by now. Like a candle suddenly guttering out in the wind, all that were left was wisps of smoke, and the feeling like she was melting wax. Her shoulders fell and she dropped her face in her hands as short-lived rage gave way to exhaustion. "That Shepard stayed dead."

The Shepard she was, the one stuck in a body rebuilt by terrorists and then sort of rebuilt again by military doctors working with nowhere near the technology or time as the first time, was tainted by Hell. She was a fire-blackened carcass covered in cloned and grafted skin, stuck back together with donor parts, and held in place by what remained of her fancy cybernetics that hadn't been utterly destroyed in the destruction of the Citadel.

She wondered then, as she often did, if there was even anything of the original Shepard left.

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

i don't want to meet with my bestie for lunch but idk how to cancel

[repressionrepresentation]

fuck all louis, armand and especially lestat, claudia should be able to permanently kill all of them and eat that seamstress out who is on her period

[romanticatheartt]

Sometimes some an/ti Nesta posts have better analysis on her character than pro Nesta ones and that's so ironic isn't it?

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

People ignore Loona’s misdeeds because

1. she’s hot

2. She has a cliche tragic backstory

3. Because blitzo lets her get away with everything

Now, I must admit I’m a simp for her too but it’s so aggravating how everyone keeps excusing her actions

You said it, dude