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[caressthosecheekbones]

mum brought me half a dozen pastéis de nata from lisbon (my beloved 😭 i miss you) and their best before date is tomorrow so i guess this is my girl dinner destiny now

[blaithnne]

SO HE WAS JUST SOME GUY THIS WHOLE TIME??????

[iristial]

The childlike penmanship and utter abundance of hiragana and katakana that has its own implications aside, I was going to talk about how sweet and sad it was that the only kanji Shouma knows is "mother" (母). But then someone told me he also knows the kanji for "help [me]" (助)...that certainly adds to the context of Shouma's memories of his mother mainly being shrouded in fear

[mo-ok]

would you like a red boy? hold out your hand i'll give you a red boy 🥰

[loopyarts]

A little fanart sketch spread based on some of the scenes mainly chapter 2 of the one piece fanfic The inner mechanisms of the heart by Blizzard96.

I really like the concept of this fic and I’m really excited to see where it goes from here. I look forward to the somewhat comedic bits of little Sanji thinking his older brother Ichiji has kinda lost the plot or something.

[sugarsnappeases]

kara i wanna know allllll about your reg. tell me EVERYTHING <3

so obvs canonically pretty much the only thing we know about reg is his betrayal of voldemort and the cause etc etc so i like to centre that in most of my thoughts about him……

he joins the death eaters bc he’s a loser w a freakish voldemort obsession who has like three friends and bc he’s lonely and he hates sirius and he wants to spite him by joining the group to which he’s so opposed. he wants to prove sirius wrong and prove himself right and i believe wholeheartedly that, even if he was influenced somewhat by the way he was raised and by the circles he runs in, he joined the death eaters completely of his own volition!!! i’m passionate about this!!! i think it destroys the nuance of his character to say that he was forced to join or that he joined w the intention to betray them all along or whatever . to me, he was fucking gagging to be a death eater and he’s so smug when he’s allowed in. i picture him ranting to barty and evan about ‘the great honour that has been bestowed upon him’ whilst lovingly stroking his dark mark

anyway, then he gets scared. he’s just a boy!!! and he realises he’s in too deep when it’s far too late… to me he just can’t stand the violence of the death eaters. like he’s a blood purist and further than that thinks he personally is superior to pretty much everyone else, on account of his black blood, but he hates that he has to get his hands dirty in order to see his idealised vision of the world (sans mudbloods and blood-traitors) realised…. he’s soft and weak and squeamish and lonely and always so so miserable at all times as a rule. he also tries to hide how scared he is by being a massive bitch. classic.

then he realises that tom has a horcrux (and imo he would figure this out fairly easily after the kreacher thing, bc he’s smart but also bc tom read about them in a book in the HOGWARTS LIBRARY!! so it’s not much of a stretch to say that the same book and probs further, more detailed books would be in the library at grimmauld, likewise in most of the darker pureblood family libraries…. this is another thing i’m passionate about. horcruxes aren’t this big secret. nobody makes them bc nobody’s a fucking idiot like tom is. they’re also warned off properly by their rents. tom doesn’t have this…. ANYWAY) he realises tom has a horcrux and that the guy he’s idolised and basically sold his soul to is fucking bonkers (shameless self promo - i write a bit about this realisation in the regulus letter in my fic ‘where can i put it down?’…. makes me crazy) and he’s scared and alone and he wants out and he does the one brave thing of his life in dying…..

and he doesn’t think it’s a brave thing. he tells himself that sirius was a coward for running away and betraying them and specifically him. he tells himself he’s being brave, braver and better than sirius, when he’s like sticking it out, joining the death eaters, following the role prescribed to him, so when he decides he’s gonna go to the cave it’s like giving up, it’s being a coward, its admitting to himself that he’s never been better than sirius no matter how much he want or tries to be, it’s betraying the cause and everything he’s stood for but he HAS to do it. for sirius and for kreacher and for himself and for the chance that maybe he’s not past saving. he spends his whole life trying to be good but in the sense of behaving and then his death, his first (and last) real rebellion, is the only time that he actively attempts to be good in terms of a moral act even if it has nothing to do w a renouncement of blood purity. and i don’t think he fully realises that when he does it bc it’s all so tangled up in other things. and i’m not saying that he’s like morally reprehensible the rest of the time (he’s just a boyyyy) but the majority of his active choices have been kinda bad ones up to this point even if he’s been like . passively good . and also literally just a child. an angsty teen if you will

his life is marked by inaction and bad decisions and his final act is kinda the antithesis of this and it’s tragic bc he’s not ever going to survive it. and sirius is never gonna know. it makes me miserable. does any of this even make sense lmaooo basically he’s a loser and he misses his brother and he’s so lonely and he loves sirius so much even as he hates him and he’s quiet and he wants so desperately to be a good death eater bc this is everything he’s ever wanted but he just can’t in the end!!! he’s just a boy!!! a boy who would nurse birds with broken wings back to health and cry when they flew away, a boy who would hold his brother’s hand and hang on every word he says and exist almost entirely in sirius’ shadow until said shadow is suddenly gone and he’s left reeling, a boy who’s so so soft and gentle but who hides it all behind layers of barbs and cold remarks, a boy who is desperately desperately sad and scared and GOD I LOVE HIM……

[bunnidot0rg]

Okay my brain is whirring rn so I haaaaave to post- here’s a lengthy headcanon about Charlie’s family and upbringing.

I feel like Charlie grew up always a quiet kid. Which wasn’t a bad thing, he would still act up and scream and cry like any other kid but it was more concealed. I think both of his parents argued a lot- they were probably quite young to even be parents too, which means he would spend more time with his uncle, who I’d like to think lived in like a crappy trailer, with strangers that came in and out sometimes.

Charlie’s uncle is like a mix of the weirdo uncle you were told to avoid, and that one favourite uncle everyone has. Since Charlie’s family is relatively small, they got very close. His uncle never really treated him like family and instead acted as his mentor, who really shouldn’t have been a mentor. He would cuss and swear around Charlie often, and would retell traumatic and violent stories of his past to Charlie as a young child. His mum would always get very upset if he found Charlie’s dad sent him to his uncle, and when Charlie got older he would sneak out more often to see him. I feel Charlie’s uncle and his mum would clash very often. In the show, Charlie will casually bring up his uncle’s crimes, probably from how desensitised he is either from social media, or just hearing his uncles stories as a child.

Charlie’s uncle didn’t live in a very safe area, and his uncle didn’t really think of his safety. Charlie to him was just that one kid that his brother had by accident. He liked him but that’s all there was to it. Just indifference. I also think he lived a lavish lifestyle full of drugs and drinking, which he never at all hid from Charlie. Sometimes roughhousing that went too far. Charlie’s uncle would also spew masculine ideologies, like not to cry, and often spoke down on people that were different.

I’d like to think his mum actually gave a shit about her son’s upbringing, and his grandma (of mums side) suggested she raised him as a catholic and nurture him more. His grandma was nice too when he saw her, and was the better substitute for his uncle. Though his parents were definitely not cut out to be parents, his mom and grandma were the ones who cared the most compared to his dad, who only cared when he actually remembered his existence. It never really hurt Charlie, but it definitely made him see his dad as less of his parent of more of a person he wasn’t familiar with.

I think Charlie also grew up quite quickly for his age because of his uncle, and also cos he wasn’t being monitored he grew pessimistic even as a child and early on in his teens, which just kinda stuck as an adult. His dad rarely attended parents evening, and could never be relied on to pick him up after school. Because his parents didn’t seem to care, Charlie would start to truant and show up late to school, bunk, or just wouldn’t show up at all. School was bullshit anyways to him, it’s not like he would need any of this. (That’s probably something his uncle would say)

On the instances he did go, it was probably from his mom telling him off when she found out, in hopes she’d get off his ass.

Charlie wasn’t a bad kid. He just couldn’t find it in himself to care. It’s not like anyone was motivating him, so who cares? They didn’t, so he didn’t.

He probably made friends with other kids similar to him. Ironically, truanting turned him into a social butterfly, and he made friends, real people that he could actually socialise with instead of his psychopath uncle. This carried on to his young adult years, and Charlie has a lot of friends now, counting on socials and in person too. Charlie spends most of his young adult years and even now at social gatherings.

I’d like to think it was his mom who pushed him to go to the smiling friends charity for work. I see her as like this stern figure who would butt heads with Charlie often, she’d scream at him if she didn’t think she was getting through to him (he’d scream back) and they’d argue a lot, but she has a genuine deep love for him and he knows it.

I think as Charlie got older and socialised more with other people, the less time he spent with his uncle. He didn’t love him any less though, and still thinks of him very highly and fondly, even thought everyone around him can tell he’s a psycho.

Charlie doesn’t like to bring up his family to friends. Not even to his girlfriend, leaving his background a mystery. The only reason being is that he knows that he didn’t grow up like other children, and doesn’t want to be judged for it, almost out of embarrassment. He gets very defensive too.

He loves his mum though, and she still calls often to make sure he’s okay and still breathing. He doesn’t talk to his dad at all to be honest, his parents split some time ago. Rarely will he call, and Charlie dreads talking to him because they don’t have anything to talk about. He’s a stranger to his own kid.

He never told any of his family that he died.

TL;DR Charlie is a mummies boy.

[smalltimidbean]

We are SO back!!!!!

(Got meds again)

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

You mentioned how actually endearing and compelling Justine/Verity and John/Shaun's bond is, and BOY I so agree with you. I don't see people talk about them often sadly, but I genuinely think it's one of the strongest parts of the game and its narrative (in particular John's character development itself, despite that he appeared pretty late in the story, his involvement in the final sequence was really tasty. "If I kill someone for revenge I'll end hurting people dear to me, so it all will be pointless" hmmm if there isn't a certain samurai guy in another game who needed to learn this as well... but I digress)

Prosecutor's Gambit's parent/child theme is a pretty heavy handed topic, but it's not like there aren't some really amazing parts in this whole deal! I kinda don't even care about the mastermind as much as I care about John (and Kate Hall for this matter)

THEY ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!!!!! I think much of their appeal comes from Justine's shift in personality after her connection to John is revealed (like her joking about smashing Edgeworth's evidence with her gavel), but also every interaction of theirs is so sweet and lovely.

I love how protective they both are of each other, and it makes all the more sense when you take into consideration that Justine wasn't much older than a child herself when she decided to adopt him. I love how they take care to show that, yes, to an extent, they both do look after each other, but Justine is still very much his mother, and she does her job well. The scenes where she's strict with him are so deeply important to me. You know she studied parenting books and did everything she could to prepare herself for this life. And yeah, John is such a great kid!! Genuinely one of the best parent-child relationships in the series to me.

I found it kind of funny how every other relationship in AAI2 involved a dad HAHA It was so much, but I get it. They really wanted to make sure you got what they were going for, and hey, most people seem to like it. I really liked Gregory's segments, which was a welcomed surprise. I didn't expect to love him as much as I did. And, yeah, the mastermind stuff did not work for me. It's probably because I didn't trust Simeon from the moment I met him (their heavy handedness worked against them in his case for me. They were pushing the idea of him being meek and unassuming too hard; I clocked it immediately as a red herring); but even the overall reveal and final confrontation were, like... eh. okay, then. HAHA The best parts of the game for me were those character interactions with the side character. Wasn't really paying attention to whatever was going on with Simeon and the president, but John, Justine, Sebastian, Katherine, Gregory, and Raymond? My actual world.

Also taking this opportunity to share all the screenshots I took of John and Justine <3 :

[stevebabey]

just glimpsed drama on the other side of the dash so i just wanna say hiiiiii writers i love you!!! readers i love you!!!

writers who want to hear feedback i love you! readers who leave little tags i love you! writers who write for themselves i love you! readers who tell writers when they reread pieces i love you! writers who write for the community and the validation i love you! readers who interact & reblog & encourage i love you! i love being in a lil fandom community that appreciates each other!!!!!

[bakudanma]

My mum used they/them on me (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

[anintelligentoctopus]

The beautiful scarf Lucie @murderballadeer crocheted arrived yesterday (from Canada! super fast!) and I love it so much, especially the latticed tassels.

The light ig made it look v blue in the photo but irl it's more more of a teal colour

[tess-grey-maned]

Sender take a stab for reciever.

Tess and post shadowlands Sylvanas

thank you so much!! fic below the cut :D ngl i haven't written tess in a long time and i've never written post SL sylv before so pls be nice to me!

  She’s been struggling with her memories since the soul fusion.

  Some of the faces she guides out of the Maw are familiar, their names or their deaths hovering on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach; their consciousnesses brush hers, screaming wordless obscenities at her, stabbing her with cold, condemning anger as she sends them on their way. Not once does she flinch. Not once does she fight back. She keeps her eyes down, and her focus on her penance.

  One soul, brimming with youth and broken optimism, breaks ranks and rushes at her in a swirl of Thalassian tulips, a smiling mouth open and calling her name-

  But she flings them up before they can. Insults in Darnassian she takes in stoic silence. To hear herself condemned in her own tongue would… hurt.

  There are no days in the Maw, and Sylvanas rarely allows herself rest. She stumbles from one lost soul to another, worn down like a cog in the Azerite machines she can’t quite remember the blueprints for anymore (were there three levers or four? One goblin operator or two?) On occasion she cleans her leathers. When her boots go into holes, she hunts Maw-touched beasts to replace the soles.

  There are no hours in the Maw, no sunrises or sunsets, nothing familiar, nothing she can cling to. But no matter the circumstances, no Windrunner would be too tired or disorientated to recognise she was being followed.

  Followed by the living, no less.

  They’re good, she’ll give them that. Their footsteps are too soft even for her hearing. They cling to the shadows like a child to a blanket. But they are still human, and so she guides one more soul upwards, flinching at the psychic bellow of IHATEYOUIHATEYOUMURDERERBUTCHER it jabs her with as it’s pulled away.

  Then she turns to the rock beside her, and folds her arms.

  “Princess Greymane. An unexpected- surprise.” She has to pause to cough mid-sentence. She’s had no need for words since her sentence began; her throat feels dry and clogged. “What brings you- ahem- to the Maw?”

  “Oh, bollocks to it,” comes from behind the rock, and Tess Greymane emerges, brushing her own breeches off. “I should have known the Banshee Queen would sniff me out. What gave me away? Did I leave a footprint?”

  “To your credit, no. I did indeed sniff you out.” Sylvanas shifts her weight onto one leg. “You had roasted Gilnean boar for lunch, with a seasoning mixture from the Gilnean royal family’s cookbook. My spies were nothing if not thorough.” And, when Tess only blinks in response: “Though the recipe originated in Quel’Thalas. The Dawnstrider family. No. No, the Dawntreader- no- why are you here?”

  “Well, make your mind up!” Tess’ fists are clenched above the pommels of her daggers. “I want you to lead me to Liam. The Arbiter says he hasn’t passed through yet. He’s still down here somewhere and… well, I… you’re uniquely placed to…” She pauses. Her mouth works silently. “Erm, locate him,” she finishes, uncertainly.

  “… And who is Liam?”

  The screech that rips itself from Tess’ throat has Sylvanas stepping backwards sharply. “I beg your- how dare- what do you mean, who is Liam?” She lunges for Sylvanas, eyes wild. “My BROTHER! You MURDERED him!”

  “You must understand-” There are so many I killed here, how could I possibly know where one is, which one was he-

  “You fucking murdered my brother and you don’t even REMEMBER!” One flailing fist grabs Sylvanas by the collar; she jolts forwards with a grunt. “Let me enlighten you, you rotting bitch, you conquered my homeland and you slew my brother, yeah? Sound familiar?”

  “I-”

  “Don’t give me that shit! Nobody fucking forgets something like that! I don’t care if your fucking Scourge brains are turning to fucking liquid between those knife-ears, I want you to find Liam so he can be at peace, so that my family has justice, and so that my father will finally fucking accept he’s gone!”

  “What did he look like?”

  “Like me!”

  Of course. But long red hair in a ponytail, where hers is raven-black (like Minn’da’s). Steely faced- it was obviously his first battle. He was on horseback. A blade in one hand, a blade with gleaming runes, the dewdrops froze on her skin as he charged her down no he held a torch he was another human prince it impaled her and it stole the air from her lungs, it cut her so deep, cut her soul

  “-Windrunner! Fucking snap out of it!”

  She jerks back to reality as Tess Greymane slaps her in the face.

  “Ow,” she says, on nothing but instinct.

  And Tess- actually rolls her eyes, like a gossiping maid-servant. “Oh, come on. That didn’t hurt.”

  “No. No, it didn’t. Though if you want to tell everyone on Azeroth that you hurt me, I’m sure they would be delighted to know.”

  One hand still gripping her collar, Tess tilts her head, staring at Sylvanas. “You know,” she says, and wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, “I always thought of you as this malevolence. This wordless evil in the dark. A brooding, ruthless assassin who stole my brother away. And you’re just a-”

  “You’re not the first to call me a monster, and you won’t be the last.” Tess’ brows furrow. “For what it is worth,” Sylvanas continues, and gently untangles Tess’ fist from her shirt, “I had no quarrel with your brother, nor your country. Garrosh- whom I did have a quarrel with- he gave me the “choice” of staying together and risking my people’s annihilation in a hopeless, pointless war with Gilneas, or watching my people be carved up into regiments and thrown at the Alliance until none of us remained.” She shrugs. “Obviously, I chose the former. I cannot apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  “Well,” Tess snaps, “I won’t apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  And she slaps Sylvanas hard enough to send her stumbling backwards.

  There’s a pause, as Sylvanas silently prods at her teeth one by one with her tongue.

  “No ‘ow’ this time?”

  “My apologies. Ow.”

  “Huh.”

  The silence falls again.

  “I… fuck’s sake. I thought this would give me closure too. But I knew it was Garrosh. He admitted it all at the trial. I-” Tess’ shoulders slump. “He… he was really going to do that to the Forsaken? Deliberately send you to your deaths?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you tell us or something? Pretend to invade? We could have-”

  “You would have slaughtered us on sight, like every other human nation.”

  Tess opens her mouth, the beginning of a protest on her lips-

  And promptly closes it. Sighs, heavily, and plops down on the rock beside her. “Yes,” she admits. “Yes. We would have.”

  “And Garrosh knew that too.”

  “Fuck him.”

  “That,” Sylvanas says, and prods her face to check for any blood, “we can agree on.”

  “Yes.”

  Finding nothing but dry, cold, lifeless skin, Sylvanas straightens herself up, hands folding behind her back. “If you are willing to help guide me to him, I am willing to find your brother. It may take some time. The Maw is a hostile environment to living creatures.” Even now, a presence is creeping nearer, and she readies herself for another psychic bombardment from a night elven soul. “Many adventurers died here in their attempts to stop Zovaal, and many condemned entities remain even after his demise. Entities that will slaughter anything living they come across.” Is that a soul? Do you need guidance?

  No, comes the guttural answer. Sylvanas stiffens.

  Tess stares at her, oblivious to the shadow materialising behind her. “But our reports said there was nothing-”

  “MAWSWORN!” Sylvanas shouts, and dives at Tess to throw her away from the dagger that lodges in her stomach instead.

  The Mawsworn rears back with a screech, dragging a second blade from its holster and Sylvanas yanks the dagger from her belly just in time to parry the killing blow with it. “He’s gone,” she cries. “Zovaal is gone!”

  “BETRAYER!” Their blades clash so hard it sets Sylvanas’ ears ringing. Her feet scrabble desperately for purchase in the dust. “THE WORLD MUST BE BROKEN!”

  “He,” she pants, feinting this way and that way for some sort of opening, “is-”

  There THERE her blade flashes in to puncture its heart just as Tess’ buries itself in its back and the Mawsworn screams in agony, flailing at her wailing at her and they jump back from its death throes.

  “Dead,” she finishes as it dissolves.

  The cloud dissipates to reveal Tess, one shirt sleeve bloodied, staring dumbly at her.

  “You… you saved me.” A hand comes up to point at Sylvanas’ belly. “You- you actually took a dagger for me. You did.”

  Sylvanas looks down at herself. At the black blood oozing lazily from the stab wound to her belly. The sluggish, half-forgotten ache of her cold body going through the motions of mending.

  She looks back up at Tess.

  “Oh, right,” she says. “Ow.”

[in-tua-deep]

had a dream last night where i was actually the main character (sort of), but as a three year old

we were out for dinner and there were masses of people around and outside. my mum went out to do something - I don't know what, but I remember seeing her running through the crowd

suddenly lots of people were running. except this man with a suit and some weird wire-like tools in his hands. i opened the door of the restaurant to try and leave to find my mum, and my auntie katherine tried to stop me. the man in the suit calmly walked up the stairs to come into the restaurant with the most menacing aura known to man

i think i was supposed to die there. maybe i know i was supposed to die there? but I ran instead, and sprinted off into the crowd, kind of immediately being obscured by the legs. i didn't see any of my family again for the rest of the dream

i didn't find my mum. instead i eventually ended up alone. i was walking through this big empty building, until finally i found an office with a light on. when i looked through, there was this... vaguely unkempt detective looking dude cursing and stitching up the man in the suit, who was not looking so great

another grown-up walked in and seemed alarmed to find me there, but kind of immediately was like "shit i guess we're responsible for a child now?"

i don't know how i knew, but i knew everyone was dead. everyone who was there, all those crowds, all those people - gone. i knew that the man in the suit was responsible, but in a way where maybe there was a bigger picture or he was mind controlled or something? unclear.

i remember creeping into the back room and patting the leg of the man in the suit and saying "I hope you get better soon." but part of me wanted him to look at my child self and feel guilt, so it wasn't completely altruistic

the man in the suit was very quiet. he had long black hair and no facial expressions. he didn't seem to like me very much. i think he would speak to the unkempt detective but he didn't speak to me.

turns out that he could shapeshift into a cat. a black cat with golden eyes. i actually didn't know this at first, and was thrilled by the appearance of a cat

i decided i had to give a name (speaking over the nice grown up) and immediately dubbed him "banana winks"

anyway i think i was just sort of an extra in a wider plot about the vague enemies-to-lovers thing between the unkempt detective (definitely trying to catch the man in the suit) and the man in the suit (who was DEFINITELY an assassin of some kind) as they teamed up with nice grown up (who maybe was the computer guy - he was definitely the one who found my file and determined my age to be 'three years and three months') to figure out who mind controlled the man in the suit and why

while also now being responsible for a three-year-old

i hope the man in the suit got his answers

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Shout out to the folks at work the other day that enabled/encouraged me to go on a lil infodump about being transgender and who had genuine questions and listened to my answers. Obviously it's not something queer folks should be expected to do but I love being a point of information for people! I love talking about my experiences and my understandings of philosophies that intersect with that and I think alot of cishet people are maybe uncomfortable asking blunt questions? But so long as they're posed in good faith and with willingness to think about the response, I enjoy answering those weirdly specific things. How else to we dispel the willful ignorance that places of power want to foster towards us? I refuse to he a scapegoat and am deeply grateful to the people that are receptive to experiences outside their own

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

MY MUM JUST BOUGHT ME AND HER TICKETS TO SEE SIX?? UNPROMPTED???? SHE IS THE MOST CONFUSING WOMAN ALIVE??????? BUT YAAAAAYYYY