#someone gave it to her as a gift

[binglepringle]

Batgirl, the World’s Prettiest Princess™️🫶🏼✨

[canisalbus]

Fanart of Ludovica and her unnamed girlfriend! I based her girlfriend off a Gordon Setter, one of my favourite dog breeds!

Also, cowboy Vasco and Ludovica

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[mulders-too-large-shirt]

thinking about how mulder loves to get scully a gift, usually terribly heartfelt, even if disguised as something flippant:

the superbowl vhs tape he brings her when she wakes up from her coma in one breath (and her deadpan "i knew there was a reason to live")

tickets for a football game to watch together in irresistible

bringing her flowers to the hospital in memento mori (he lies, saying he stole them from a guy with broken legs to make her laugh)

the birthday keychain in tempus fugit (and when she finds a meaning to it, he claims "i just thought it was a pretty cool keychain")

that is a man who is always thinking about her.

[conivolos]

kay. you know what i noticed!!!!

in the alt universe in s2, we see powder with this necklace

now this looks mighty familiar dont it :D

this is the same necklace vi had in the s1 prologue, right at the very start :)

[madebysimblr]

Ti: Do you want me to call in for some soup or something?

James: Uh, no. I'm mostly fine.. I think I just need to rest.

Ti: Ok, I'll leave you to it!

-

James pulls out his personal phone and dials Sorella's number.

James: [whispering] Shit, shit, shit.

Sorella: Hello?

James: Sorella, It's-

She hangs up.

James: Fuck.

-

Ti: I was going to make some tea, would you like some?

James: No. We need to talk.

Ti: You keep saying that.

James: The nanny has the kids?

Ti: Yes.

James: Then we're doing this now.

Silence...

Ti: Just say it, James. [voice quavering] You slept with someone, right?

James: …. Yes.

Ti: [chokes back a sob] I can't say I'm really surprised. But I'm still hurt.

James: I'm sorry. I should have said something sooner.

Ti: Yes. You should have. But now that it's out in the open, we can work through this-

James: What? You don't want me out immediately?

Ti: Of course not! We have kids, and you've already been away from them long enough. I'm not about to throw away 10 years of marriage just because you made a mistake!

James: It wasn't a mistake.

Ti: Excuse me?

James: It isn't just that I slept with her one time. I've been having an affair. I'm in love with her, and I want a divorce.

Ti: What!?

[anglerflsh]

wow ive been kind of off lately I should take a day to rest an[explosion]

[sincerely-sofie]

When Ruby was hospitalized from the wounds Merit and Constance gave her, did Opal feel guilty about not speaking up about what was happening?

Absolutely. Everyone was quick to soothe her about how Ruby was going to be okay— Twig in particular was especially intense about reassuring her that it wasn’t her fault, and what matters is that she told them at all— but she feels like, in a way, she’s responsible for Ruby’s suffering. After all, if she told someone about how Merit and Constance treated Ruby before she was injured so horribly she had a long and painful recovery that lasted almost an entire year, Ruby would have never been hurt like that, right? It’s her fault, at least halfway… Isn’t it?

Ruby, after recovering a bit, has a very different perspective of things, and feels like they worked out the best they ever could. It’s because of those injuries that she’s never going to see her abusers again. It’s because of those injuries that she was taken in by Opal’s family. It’s because of those injuries that she gets to be Opal’s sister. And it’s because of Opal speaking up when she did that Ruby was okay in the end.

Ruby would never hold it against Opal. She actually thought for a while that the timing of her speaking out was intentional because it ended up in the best circumstances she could imagine. But Opal sometimes sees the illusions that cover up Ruby’s scars waver and hates herself for being so scared of Merit and Constance when Ruby was the one who was actually in danger.

[fistfuloflightning]

she got the best of me

[karliahs]

this jumper is maybe cursed but now it's done and it can't hurt me anymore

i started this...a hideous amount of time ago. last autumn? and got the gauge wrong several times despite measuring a lot, had to remake huge chunks of it multiple times. and then i got too sick to want to do much of anything. and then once i was better i did another big chunk of it but started to get real bad wrist pain so stopped entirely for a long time. then stitching the sleeves on was weirdly difficult and annoying, and then i put one of them on the wrong way (seam at the top) and so it's just been sitting almost-finished for weeks because i couldn't face unpicking and redoing it

but now it's DONE. i am free to make other things. and maybe by the time it's actually jumper weather again, i will have forgotten enough of this to not feel instinctively annoyed by the sight of it

[orcelito]

Ok I'm putting this here under a cut as explanation for my sudden breakup :p

Also I'm still astounded by how bullshit it is. But oh well.

The overall summary is that she realized a few days ago that she's "in love" with one of her coworkers after only a few days of thinking of her like that (I feel like she's just blinded by infatuation, but she won't listen to reason on that). It's been an open relationship that I Would have been open to poly negotiation with, but she just went blazed earth about it since she doesn't think she can feel with me what she feels for this girl. She stood me up yesterday, then ignored me for half the day. Came back with apologizes and a promise to talk it out today, but then ignored me for the rest of the night and much of this morning until I was basically begging for her to just respond to me. And even though she says she knows she'll regret this, even though this person she's choosing over me is ALREADY dating someone else (all parties know) and is planning on moving soon, she's so blinded by her infatuation that she's throwing away a nearly 6 month long relationship out of the blue. Honestly, I think it's impulsive, stupid as hell, and a form of self harm for her. I recommended she talk with her therapist about it :p

But at this point, she said she doesn't love me, so what's done is done.

Put me thru a hell of a morning and I was a spiteful little shit about it, but I'm feeling surprisingly better about it now

Oh the worst part was that she did all of this over text 😭😭😭😭

I made sure she knew just how shitty of a move that was of her

[bonefall]

in my headcanon brighthearts dog attack also took off all the whiskers on that side of her face, what would this change for her realistically?

The loss of the whiskers is actually more devastating than the loss of the eye.

Whiskers are important for judging distance and are one of the reasons why blind cats are so good at navigating in close quarters without vision. She would have to re-learn skills she took for granted before.

For example, running full-speed through the forest. She used to be able to feel if a stick or tree was too close for comfort, but now she's constantly getting grazed by thickets and other obstacles. She also has no sense on that side of the face, so sneaking up on her is very easy.

Canon greatly overestimated how dehabilitating it is though. It's really not a great big inspiring story that Cloudtail helped her figure out how to adjust. The biggest thing is having a buddy to help her practice who's patient and fun to be around.

I do like how Darkest Hour gave her a distinctive "bob-and-weave" move, even though it's not necessary LMAO. I just think it sounds cool for her to be a very tricky fighter who moves around a lot.

Realistically, she does keep her good side turned to the opponent, so she can keep her whiskers on them. The worst part is that it would expose a broad side of her neck... could be fixed with an armored collar of some kind.

[helgiafterdark]

okay that's enough

[lovenikkitimeprincess]

Just finished the event story. Brb, crying over Benjamin and the Tin Soldier

[anmaries]

rogue saves everything that anyone ever gives her

[derpinette]

sometimes i will get bored & go through someone's entire blog since its creation

[dichromaticdyke]

psst...did y'all hear, it's our St. Cecilia Jameson's birthday?

lil something with ceelie and devon! decided on a post-aotd fic, loosely based off the idea that charles takes over at crystal mountain records. <3

ceelie belongs to @gointothevvater. hope i did her justice! she's so cool 🥰 (more author's notes in the tags)

"I love him, but I could kill him," sighed the woman at the bar counter of the Mastodon. St. Cecilia Jameson—the St. Cecilia Jameson, Devon still couldn't believe it—was on her third drink. She did a pretty good job of pacing herself, all things considered.

"Offdensen's awfully devoted to his job, isn't he?" Devon leaned onto the counter, resting his weight on one arm, his other hand on his hip. "Abigail's been workin' a lot of long nights, too. Lot of bands came crawlin' out of the woodwork once Dethklok announced their post-apocalypse hiatus."

St. Cecilia sighed. She'd finished her gin fizz and was now gnawing on the toothpick that Devon had speared through the lemon peel garnish. "I understand why they must be so busy. The world needs music..."

"Exactly. The world needs music." He pulled back the empty glass. "Have you been workin' on anything? Stiletto has a sound I've been missing these days."

She smiled. "I've been thinking about it. Though I haven't had much inspiration lately…"

"We can't have that." He pushed himself off the counter. "I'll be right back. Can you, uh, make sure no one steals anything?"

St. Cecilia only responded with a quiried up eyebrow and wry smile.

"Right. Okay, two seconds." She watched curiously as Devon quickly ran to the back room of the Mastodon, returning just a minute later with a flower in hand. It was a long-stemmed lily, vibrant yellow like butter. "I, uh, keep some of these in the back. They represent joy and devotion. Sounds like somethin' St. Cecilia might know a thing or two about."

Her mouth fell open a little, her hand gently reaching out to it. "For… For me?" she asked, her voice quivering a bit.

"Ah, yeah. "

As soon as her fingers wrapped around the stem of the lily, tears ran down her face, and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Damn it," she whispered.

"Oh. Fuck. You alright? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, love, you didn't. You're a sweetheart. Thank you." She leaned over the counter, pulling Devon into a hug, drunkenly sobbing into his shoulder.

"Hey, take it easy, huh? What if Offdensen comes in to pick up his girl and sees this?"

She sniffed and let out a gentle laugh, pulling off of Devon. "Maybe then he'd stop working so many late hours."

"Heh." Devon smiled. "Wanna make both our partners stop workin' so long?" Despite it clearly being a joke, they both quickly shook their heads and voiced dissent at the idea. He handed her a cocktail napkin.

"My makeup's smudged now, isn't it?" St. Cecilia asked, taking the napkin from him.

He shrugged. "You look like the cover for Live Through This." And while he meant this as a compliment, St. Cecilia's mouth dropped open in horror.

"How dare you!" She ran to the bathroom, and Devon cringed a bit. He just missed out on a tip, didn't he?