#soulmate like lets be real

[andy-888]

Finally ppl are talking about Jayce background erasure like I feel like some arcane fans will turn a blind eye to Jayce's hardships, struggles and him in general just to lift up the other characters so much so that it's bluring him as a character. Jayce is working class, lost his father, almost died trying to reach Piltover, came from a lower house and depended on the Kiramann's money, him and his mother livehood on a tight spot. Like in the first moments we see of him are:

Him almost dying as a child

Him losing the work of a lifetime

Him being threatened to exile only saved by his mother pleads

Him almost killing himself

Even after being successful ppl kept using him as a marketing mascot and then as a political figure. Even in the council he tried to do right by Zaun and realized he shouldn't decide for Zaunites, consulted with Viktor, and even signed peace with Silco in exchange for their independence before Jinx shot the council. Btw I cannot belive there was actual discourse about Jayce shadowing Viktor during their partnership. It's crazy.

In season 2 his mistake was not letting Viktor die, a selfish action with big consequences for Viktor. He then gets absorbed into the arcane going through literal hell and becoming disabled himself. The fandom was so fast to turn on him when he shot Viktor even seeing his state and when it's demonstrated he was right it was like "eh whatever" bc I do think some ppl like Jayvik but not Jayce. Also I think he was right about being angry at Mel for using him, but he could never hate her and he keeps supporting her bc they did love each other in the end.

My hot take is that Jayce tried as hard as characters like Ekko, the difference is that Ekko wasn't put in the spot of making political decision that he was not prepared for, he was not played like a puppet unlike Jayce. He just don't get the recognition bc there are huge biases in the fandom and Jayce ends up reduced to a himbo/pretty face that is naive, the smiley guy who doesn't get it and is always wrong. Even CL (ew) says he was just the face of hextech as if he wasn't the one who created the theory and idea.

As a last note, I don't think ppl treat Jayce's sequels from the arcane seriously like his leg, ptsd, etc. I feel like I hardly seen it reflected in fanfiction or fanart. I think it would really nice to make more deep dives at this character that seems simple on the surface, but has a lot going on.

Anyways end of rant I needed to get it off my system.

And just in case this isn't hate towards any ship or character I genuinely don't think I hate anyone on the show lmao Perhaps Maddie. Good riddance.

[divineandmajesticinone]

Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (2024) I EP. 2

[guardian-angle22]

This or That: Tarlos Edition -> Loft or townhouse?

[fighting-naturalist]

[ambeauty]

Anti-SydCarmies be like I want Sydney and Carmy to be together in every way under the sun just not THAT way…. Hmmm🤔

[kaiser1ns]

TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153

[lichqueenlibrarian]

[mrsokkotsu]

i apologise for having not being active at all as of late, however it is my pleasure to announce that i now have a very loving boyfriend, whom i adore immeasurably ..🤍

[dnpbeats]

Knowing their dynamic, neither of them asked if they wanted to be boyfriends. It just happened, lol. They're going to be 80 and still be like, "So... what are we?"

60 year long situationship 😭😭

[kinokoshoujoart]

i couldn’t find a video of this version so here’s Rock’s post engagement event if you choose the negative option for my own reference. please enjoy my framerate dropping to hell trying to record anything because of all my mods

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[halfdent]

how people thought Harv would react to learning Bruce was Batman: YOU BETRAYED ME WHAT THE FUCK ? all these years how could you ? you ruined my life ! how Harv actually reacted : *shaking sobbing crying* I know you're Batman please lock me away or do something before Two Face finds out . I need you , I don't want him to hurt you . how people thought Twos would react to finding out Bruce was Batman : YOU BETRAYED ME WHAT THE FUCK ? all these years how could you ? you ruined my life ! Now perish . Two Face: Hot . alright lets go save his ass ...

[notwithstandingclause]

Gerald: "Are you as scared of death as I am?"

Damien: "No some of us have an immortal soul"

Gerald: "Rude! I'm never gonna talk to you again!"

(and then he didn't leave Damien alone for 3 books)

[ravenffxiv]

MiqoMarch Day Three-Free Day

A moment of respite

[orcelito]

ok i am actually so very angry and there's literally nothing i can do to fix it. life keeps going on. she might even be happy. and fuck dude, i'll make sure im happy too, i was a fully developed person before she was in my life and i'll continue to be one without her. but God Damn, the fact that she can just do something so blatantly awful and unfair to me and then run off without any actual repercussions is just so fucking rankling to me.

like perhaps she feels guilty. she said she did when it was all going down. but it was just something she "needed to do". so obviously she didn't feel guilty enough or she wouldnt have done it like that lmaoooo

i really did deserve to have a good solid yell at her. but unfortunately, by the time i did see her in person i just wanted her out of my fucking life. so. no yelling was done, unfortunately.

[recurring-polynya]

oh nooo i want to see all of the deleted scenes!!! but if I have to choose then so it be. Can you post a deleted scene from final training montage or SS tattoo au or a little in love act 4?

Here's one from One Final Training Montage. All the deleted scenes from that one are just variations on how it actually ended up, but I thought this version was kinda cute.

❄️ ⚔️ 💞

“It sounds like maybe you’re the one who could have figured all this out a little earlier,” she grumbled.

“Maybe I should have,” he agreed amiably. 

She fiddled with the ribbon on her sword. “What… do we do now?”

“Well, we could trying making out while we’re sober.”

“I mean, what are we going to tell Brother?”

Renji shrugged, and in a most uncharacteristic way, replied, “He can deal with it.”

“Brother had never ‘dealt with’ anything in his entire life.”

“Yeah, well between us, we’ve got three bankai and he’s only got one, so he can learn to deal with it.”

“What about--”

“Rukia. You’re… scared, aren’t you?”

Rukia’s pupils narrowed. “Never!”

“It’s okay to be scared.” Renji pulled off his bandanna and wrapped it around his hand. Then, carefully, he reached out it take hers, which burned with cold, even through the cloth. “It’s scary to love someone, especially someone who has the gall the run around fighting Arrancar and Quincy and standing too close to Kurosaki when he’s shooting his mouth off.”

“Are you talking about me or you?”

“Does it matter? It’s also scary to *admit* that you love someone, which I think is why you have lowered yourself to some ungodly temperature to have this conversation.”

“I’m think I’m actually pretty close to my limit. I don’t think I can stay this cold for very long without hurting myself.”

“Well, don’t do that. You love me and that’s all I need for today. We’ll figure the rest out when you’re ready. Why don’t you warm back up?”

“I might start crying. Or kissing you.”

“That would be okay. I’ve seen both of those things before and they’re not so bad.”

“But before I do that, I… I think I’m really close. To Bankai. I want to try.”

Renji grinned. “Really? Go for it.” “You should probably… leave. I think it’s going to be big.”

“Good. I want to see it.” His heart was swelling with pride for her. And also… reiatsu? “And I intend to keep fighting by your side for a long time, so we better practice dual releasing.”

“Dual releasing?”

“SOO ZABIMARU!”

“HAKKA NO TOGAME!”