#so there is no way to deny any of this

[bittasol]

smile, iruma! | hey ive been here before

[goodknightsweetcookie]

Had an idea for a comic and was upset that I’d probably never draw it, then remembered that the cookie run comic creator is literally a thing that exists lmao

[recent-rose]

yknowwww there is something... deeply uncomfortable about the way mel never speaks directly to viktor in the 'build hextech weapons' scene. she really only speaks to jayce. plenty of people have pointed this out already but like the one scene they actually share a meaningful interaction and she treats him like he's beneath her. all this after jayce has emphasized how important viktor is, that hextech is theirs, together. she unequivocally ices him out, there's no other way to interpret this scene. the way it's shot too - from viktor's perspective, looking up at her, as though to reinforce the same belief in him. like he doesn't even bother expecting respect from her - or anyone from the upper echelon of piltover. he's fully accustomed to being dehumanized by everyone around him at this point. sometimes even by jayce, despite the trust they clearly have in each other.

then of course after this scene is viktor experimenting on himself. it's pretty clear that he has internalized his own dehumanization. crazy.

[notfeelingthyaster]

a weird part of the fandom tries to make louis the victim of both armand and lestat, as if they aren't all mutually toxic and louis didn't spend years playing hot and cold in both of his relationships

[kephess]

| blue skies, warm sunshine, green grass underneath your feet, beautiful girls, good wine, good people, and a fine steed underneath your backside.

[treasureroffelines]

‘She said ‘No need to water yourself down,

I’ll take you as you are.

I never cowered from some bitterness,

And damn sure won’t start now.

Drop the guise,

You know you’re mine.’’

- Back To Us, Ike Dweck

Sad Wade :(

[multiheadcanons]

DO YOU THINK WE FIND EACH OTHER IN EVERY UNIVERSE?

mikhail did not want to do this.

he has been avoiding the infirmary like the plague, and avoiding its sole inhabitant moreover. it’s too much to even be in there anymore. he can’t think, he can’t reason, he can’t speak, he can’t exist in there anymore without looking like a fool. without feeling his face flush.

he can’t even go in for a visit anymore without his mind wandering. without slipping away into some asinine fantasy of him, and his own doctor.

it feels so stupid. they were fine as friends. they were fine as friends and mikhail got desperate. seemed fritz was too. and then they just… never stopped past the desperation.

and he knows it’s just him. it’s just him who’s feeling this way. the doctor never seemed to skip a beat. even as he wiped the fluids from his face, thanked the russian for a good time, ensured the cleanliness of his uniform and promptly exited whatever bedroom, bathroom, closet, or vehicle they had momentarily commandeered. even as mikhail stood alone, dazed from the flurry of action, the moment they were done the doctor was too, and they were to never speak of it. he never stayed long enough to talk afterwards. it pissed him off that he even thought about aftercare. what would they even have to talk about?

he can’t go in there anymore.

but he has to.

he took a deep breath and shut his eyes. he can’t blink in there or he’ll lose himself.

the swing of the infirmary door was silent. he was thankful for that. it meant he didn’t have to speak until he was ready to. he took stock of the infirmary. clean. organized. a dull scent of chemical, a whisper of blood under that. it smells too clean. he could change that.

but that’s not what he’s here for.

“ah, heavy! lovely to see you here, it’s been a while. you’ve been avoiding me. is there something i can do for you today?” well, there went his element of surprise. and the jab didn’t go unnoticed either. and that desk. that stupid desk. purposefully moved where it was not visible from the door, but the door was visible from its location.

a passing thought of whether the desk was free from paperwork entered mikhail’s mind, and exited just as quickly. he fully entered the infirmary and allowed the door to swing shut behind him. it’s cold in here. he could change that.

but that’s not what he’s here for.

“i need to speak with you. spare me a moment.”

“ah, i’d love to, but i can’t. i’m busy.”

busy? he walked towards the sound of the voice, rounding the corner to see stacks of paperwork.

“…with paperwork. you’ve never denied me before.”

the doctor gave an uninterested stare over his lenses. “well, the lack of denial towards you, specifically, is why i have all this paperwork. so i can’t today. perhaps another time? i’m sure i can fit you in tomorrow—”

“i am not your patient. we need to speak. today. now.” the doctor’s eyes narrowed, and his response was calculatedly slow. the ice they stand on was already melting, and neither seemed to care about the repercussions of falling into the deep.

“if i’ve never denied you before today, why would you continue to press the matter when i insist i don’t have the time? is it a medical emergency? are you dying? i could’ve caught it if you had come in to your scheduled visits.”

“no—”

“alright, then one more day of waiting won’t hurt, will it? i’ll see you tomorrow.” and with that, the doctor was done with the interaction. just that simply.

if mikhail were an emotional man he’d scream. but he isn’t. so he took a deep breath, and looked around. the blue clad doctor may not be an absolute psychopath like his counterpart, but he’s sure the man has something lying around here somewhere.

“should i leave?”

“if you want.”

jesus christ, he hates this man. if this man were to drop dead within the hour mikhail would celebrate. he perused the infirmary, opening cabinets, purposefully not shutting them, moving things out of the meticulous order the doctor kept them in, waiting for a reaction. and nothing came but silence and the scratching of pen on paper.

very well, he’ll up the ante.

he started peering through files. brute forcing the locks on the filing cabinets to go through them. leaving them open. rearranging the papers with others.

“are you having fun over there?” the doctor called out, the scratch of the pen never stopping. a crack in the stone. maybe.

“absolutely.”

fritz was not going to be happy when he realizes the extent of the damage. this is not a new tactic for mikhail to pull when he attempted to get his way, but the absolute decimation of the doctor’s filing system was grounds for death.

this is a hurdle he will handle later. he needs to focus on the task at hand.

“you don’t have a file for yourself?”

“i don’t need one.”

“hm.” this tactic was a no-go. it’s time to up the ante again. he looked around again. “where do you keep your bonesaw?”

“why?”

“just curious.” the silence told him that he probably should look elsewhere.

“if i give you the bonesaw will you get out? you’re distracting me.” oh, that’s perfect. he gave a satisfied smile.

“yes.” he heard the desk drawer open and metal skid across the floor, stopping at his feet. he grabbed it, finding the most comfortable way to hold it in his hands. “thank you, doctor. i’ll leave you be.” a neutral noise of acknowledgement came from the doctor, and with it, mikhail left.

and all fritz could do was put the pen down, and rub his temples. great. now his infirmary was trashed. he had just cleaned it. did he want to know the extent of it? not right now. he’ll explode if he dared look up now.

there wasn’t enough time to stew on it or let it go when something slapped the desk; spattering red across the stacks of paperwork. he did not bother to look at whatever was just thrown. he knows the sight of blood. his eyes slowly trailed upward. and he was absolutely unsurprised to see the russian standing before him, a pleasant smile on his face. the doctor’s eyes twitch.

“are you kidding me.”

“medical emergency. i need your aid.”

“you are an unequivocal nuisance.”

“i have feelings for you.” and the infirmary went silent. they stared at each other. “will you sew my hand back on?”

“get. on. the fucking. table.” mikhail complied. holding his stump out as the doctor grabbed a needle and thread.

“i don’t know why i like you so much. you’re horrible, when i think about it. you’re rude, and a liar, and—” he played up a wince as the doctor began to harshly sew his hand back on. “heartless.”

“shut up.” the doctor snapped. “i can’t focus.”

“really.” he honored the man’s request with a moment of silence. “i have feelings for you.”

“everyone has feelings for everyone. the sky is blue today. i’ve surgically removed two thousand four hundred and thirty seven various organs from a minimum of eight hundred twenty people and four hundred thirty two cadavers before i lost count. is there anything else obvious we would like to state today?”

“you are a cruel bastard.” that got a smirk. he liked that smirk. “i won’t repeat myself. i know you like hearing things repeated. sad little man with bad hearing.”

“i am already at my limit with you.”

“should i leave?”

“i’d say yes, but knowing you you’d just come back in five minutes.” they stared at each other, and the doctor took a deep breath and refocused on his task at hand. “i don’t want to know what feelings you have. we are coworkers. we shouldn’t be having sex with each other at all.”

“that’s an easy exit.”

“why make it hard?”

“ah. right. your need for efficiency. why live at all?” that stopped the doctor. he took a deep breath.

“you have no. idea. what i know about our lives. if you want to live, go. live freely, live wildly, kill yourself in the effort. be my guest. but that’s not what we’re here for and it will never be.” and he continued to sew. “i liked you better as a friend.” he added, softer.

“as a friend?”

“friend, teammate, coworker. whatever you want to call it. i liked you better then. you were happier. we worked better together. we talked more. but this?” he couldn’t help the snort that left him, though none of this was funny. “i— i hate this! i’m anxious, and i’m irritated, and i’m annoyed, all the time! and it feels like nothing helps, because all i think about is you! and you— you can’t help me. because you are anxious, and irritated, and annoyed. and we are fools.” he tied off a knot on the string, and gave the man’s hand a tug to ensure the stitches were tight. but he didn’t let go. “i’m infatuated with you, if it makes you feel better.”

mikhail processed the doctor’s words as he turned for his medigun to finish the job. they didn’t hurt as much as he thought they would, but he also wasn’t sure if this could be considered a rejection. he wasn’t sure why he was so concerned about this conversation.

“so, how do we go back to friendship? is it possible?” he asked.

“to tell the truth, i don’t know.” he said, flicking the medigun on.

the rays were cold. they are usually cold. it felt nice.

“… friends it is. we can be friends. i can treat you better. we can see what happens from there.” he slowly clenched his now re-attached hand, the feeling returning, and with it, the realization that the doctor never let his hand go.

“don’t say you’re going to treat me better. just do it.” the doctor regained the sense to release the man, turning to shut off the medigun and put it away.

“very well… friend.” the doctor could not help the gag that escaped him. and the stare he gave was palpable.

“actually, i hate you. vehemently. get out.”

mikhail laughed. this stupid little man. how could he ever avoid him? he’s never been so humored. and the smile the doctor fights.

perhaps they would be better off friends.

“so. honest question. do we stop having sex.”

“oh, god, no. that’s the best part of the day.”

“so, what, twice a week?”

“…that’s the best part of the day.”

…what kind of friends does the doctor keep? “you are… strange.” and the doctor’s brow quirked. “i like it.”

“aren’t you sweet. clean your mess and get out. i have to finish— ugh. i have to restart this.”

ah, right. that hurdle he said he’d handle later. he really thought this would go differently. but somehow this still ended up being the repercussions of his actions. so he supposes it went exactly how he expected it to. mikhail gave the doctor a final glance as he returned to his desk, and looked around at the infirmary. the files haphazardly stuffed into already overfilled drawers, the papers within the files no longer matching. this will take him a while.

he’s okay with that.

[chirpsythismorning]

I’m sorry but nothing will ever beat Finn’s drive playlist that he made during s3 filming, with songs like Me and Michael, The Basement, Gay Thoughts and No Woman lmaoooo

[free-luigi-mangione]

i've been seeing a lot of people talking about how Luigi might actually get sentenced to prison for life or for a long time (like 15/20/25 years) and that they'd be okay with it????? because at least he'll get to be alive and hopefully get out???? this sounds absolutely insane to me for a few reasons

do y'all realistically think he wouldn't be killed some other way if they're unable to kill him by death penalty??? that boy has no safety in any prison anywhere, he'd be killed within a year or two max!!!! don't let him get Epstein-ed y'all!!!! he deserves better

killing him would unfortunately be very very easy for the government and justified from their end, he's become a symbol of resistance against the oligarchy and is already being seen as a martyr for the people's causes. but he is no martyr!!! he is not a symbol!!! he's a human being!!! he's like any one of us!!! he doesn't deserve to have his right to life taken away from him by some greedy assholes who want no good for anybody in this world

given what the public loves to speculate on his mental health issues (by this i mean depression and possibly suicide ideation), it'd be very very easy to do away with him and make it appear like he killed himself and the worst bit is that the public would probably accept it as the truth this shouldn't happen y'all

given what we know about his health issues and what we know about the fact that he loved travelling and would defo want to live life to the fullest, taking away his freedom and giving him the possibility of growing old in prison and then maybe, at best, getting out years later would absolutely crush him. and even if it didn't, the authorities would have a very viable excuse to say he killed himself and honestly i think he might too if it comes to that

people in New York, please don't let him be killed in any way he deserves to live and whether you believe in his innocence or not, i think we can all agree he did a good thing, he shouldn't have to suffer more than he already has have some compassion and kindness and try to look at him as a fellow human and not whatever the media wants you to believe

anyways go find out about JURY NULLIFICATION!!! the power is in your hands, especially New Yorkers. don't let us down :)

[homophyte]

people keep bringing up eugenics in my evolutionary bio class

[riccissance]

it's pretty obvious that shauna is lying about how the others felt in the wilderness (they were not enjoying that hunt), but i also think that she's lying to herself about how she felt. she did love the power and violence and thrill of the chase, but shauna was also fucking miserable 95% of the time. the power never lasted. the violence didn't fix anything. the thrill ran out. and she was always left empty. it was more like an addiction than freedom. she needed to keep escalating to feel alive

and now shauna has lost her family and her best friend. again. her trauma is basically all being brought to the surface. so she's reverting back to the only way she knows how to cope. she's wrapping herself in power fantasies and reveling in the destruction around her. but it's hollow, and it always has been

[yashley]

Say something true!

[bread-wizards]

I think that Orym actually does doubt Imogen, but this isn't a thing that is unique to Imogen. Orym doubts all of them to an extent, because paranoia is something he struggles with (and this is continuously reinforced by the story).

It's not a 'good' thing that he should never get over, nor is it an immoral character flaw that proves he actually hates Imogen. However it's also not something I think he can get over as long as the threat of having to possibly fight his friends exists.

"I have all the faith in the world in you guys, all of you. And I have also spent time thinking how to neutralize each of you."

[theophagie]

it always both amuses and confuses me when (adult) players claim that the beginning of KH1 is so innocent and happy compared to the rest of the game. Knowing what they all think and paying attention to the dialogue adds so much tension to DI that i feel genuine anxiety and misery whenever I play it. The FF kids pushing home how everyone relies on Riku, "Are you two even still friends", Kairi saying That Thing on the pier, the implication that Riku might've heard it, Riku being really mean to Sora - everyone is so hurt and not speaking up about it. This air of passive aggression is palpable. Seeing Sora add to the cave drawing, knowing that Riku feels excluded. Kairi only ever finishing the one good luck charm (did she ever mean to make another one when she started this late?). These kids are all hurting, and hurting each other, and meanwhile the sun is bright and music cheerful and Selphie is trying to put romantic paopu progaganda in my head. DI is insane man

"This is my home. Everyone makes me feel bad all the time and my best friends are being weird in opposite ways and even though we've been preparing to leave on our great adventure together it just feels like something has already happened without me knowing what and now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Happy tropical percussions :)". IT'S SO GOOD!!!! I think that much of what makes DI so interesting and chewable goes over people's heads because they don't realise just how many optional lines of dialogue its npcs have (which is true of KH1 npcs as a whole, and is something I miss a lot in the other games 😔). And it sucks!! Obviously the cutscenes do their job, but what the other kids say paints such a clearer picture of the situation...... eg I've personally been haunted by "we swam out really far last time, there was nothing in sight but water, water everywhere" since the moment I first read that line, I think it does so much to place Riku's urgency to leave and drag Sora and Kairi with him (forcibly if he must), contrasted with the other kids' seeming contentment with their situation 😵‍💫 and the line about Sora and Riku's friendship makes the flashback of them discovering the secret place so much sadder, like. Oh, Riku has been cruel to Sora for so long that people have forgotten that they're best friends. Oh :) Which kinda contextualises Kairi's attitude towards Riku, kinda. girl. "The three of us will always be together" in the morning vs "Let's take the raft and go, just the two of us" in the evening. Girllllllll. But it also makes her that much more interesting and Real, especially coupled with her lying to Sora about her memories when we know that she at least remembers her grandmother and RG's castle. Because those memories are painful and hazy, sure, but she still lies!!! She turns her back to Sora and lies!!! Kairi interiority moments </3 Ugghhhh [appreciative] DI section 🫶🫶🫶

[latenightsundayblues]

Billy's way of showing affection is a bit... Unorthodox.

(it will happen again)

Stu is probably way more pleased about the discovery than any other sane individual would be

[mephoj]

nickel and balloon would be so much more interesting if people explored the way nickel became everything awful that balloon used to be but so much worse ironically all in the name of "protecting" everyone from that history repeating. and not softboy tsundere yaoi or whatever is going on in those tags rn