#that is somehow made of my soul

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

I am reading Lessen My Load by moonymoment right now and:

Remus is me I am Remus for these reasons:

Stress induced headaches

Insomnia

In love with Sirius Black

Introvert

Fan of Red White and Royal Blue

Believes Wanda is the most powerful Avenger

In love with Sirius black

Does not believe in coats in cold weather

Does not believe in self-care

Writes essays at 1am due at 9am

In love with Sirius black

Okay i really need to go to sleep but am i going to? Noooo I’m gonna stay up and finish this bitch in one night 😀😀😀😀

[grey-viridian]

@cin3maa DTIYS! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[raineandsky]

#110

tw: implied violence

For the first three seconds, the villain is absolutely certain the hero is dead.

He’s just returning from a dart across the city and isn't even 100 metres from the little front door when he spots the hero. Who on god’s green earth has left a hero on the floor, out in the open? The villains are meant to be trained better than this. They’re practically begging for attention, and on their literal doorstep. Someone’s getting a good talking to about this.

The villain approaches tentatively, leaning down to hold a hand in front of the hero’s mouth. Okay, so they’re alive. He’s not sure if that makes the situation better or worse.

He pushes the hero over slightly to try and see what on earth got them here—and whether the villain needs to worry about any split-second, lifesaving decisions—and earn an incoherent groan in response. He almost drops the hero in surprise; alive, clearly, and somewhat conscious.

“[Hero]?” The villain can’t say why that’s his first port of call. The hero’s barely awake, let alone in any state to reply. He carefully brushes the hero’s hair out of their face; he’s not sure why. “I’m gonna try to get you inside, alright?”

Another halfhearted noise. The villain punches the code into the door, shoves it open, and, as gently as no strength and an ingrained sense of apathy will allow, drags the hero into the bright white of the villains’ hideout.

No one’s around, thankfully; he’s not about to take the flak for someone else’s mistake. He dumps the hero on the floor half-gently, abandoning them there momentarily to grab a first aid kit. Villains come back in pieces more often than not—they’ve learnt to keep ways to fix themselves within arm’s reach.

The villain hurries back, kit in his arms, dropping it and himself to the ground without a care next to the hero. He’s opened the bag and shoved his hand into it before he realises he didn’t hear the door shut behind them.

His gaze snaps up to the doorway. A figure is stood there, her foot holding the door open, her eyes roaming curiously. “Hm,” she says brightly, “nice little hideout you have here.”

The villain’s on his feet immediately. He has to be—it’s not like he can deal with the hero with a stranger wandering about. “Who the hell are you?”

The stranger’s gaze finally falls on him, part intrigued, part humoured. “Ah, I suppose you wouldn’t know me,” she says wistfully. “It’s been so long since I was in the field.”

The villain’s been in said field longer than most. He squints in an effort to place this random person acting like she belongs here, his hand against the sharp bump in his coat like a comfort. “That doesn’t answer the question.”

A bright smile, like the sun is invading this room and trying to blind everyone in it. “I’m [Superhero].”

The villain’s dagger is in his hand before he can even think about it. The superhero takes a half-step inside and lets the door shut behind her.

“Got your attention, didn’t it?” She nods her head to the hero on the ground. “I know you villains love your heroes… weak.”

The villain tightens his grip to stop the blade from shaking in his hand. The superhero looks mildly amused by his apprehension, as if she belongs here, as if she always has. She hums a laugh, turning her gaze onto the hero still laying on the floor. “Consider this my résumé.”

The villain’s gaze flits to the hero as well. They haven’t moved. Time is short. “You want in with us?”

The superhero positively beams like he’s solved an age-old puzzle. “I’m sure a bunch like you could find some use in an authority like me.”

The villain has to believe her. He tucks his knife back into his belt and kneels down to the hero. “Dramatic change in career path.”

“Who’s to say this wasn’t always the plan?” The superhero watches as the villain unravels bandages from a well-used roll. “You wouldn’t take me in as a novice, so I’ve made myself valuable. Wouldn’t you say so?”

A superhero genuinely being on their side is undeniably, colossally valuable. The villain carefully wraps the larger of the hero’s wounds in the dressing. Wounds the superhero has inflicted, for what? Personal gain? To prove something? Where’s the line in what she wants?

The hero makes some incoherent noise of discomfort from the floor. A smile teases at the corner of the superhero’s mouth, like this is right, like this is exactly what she wants.

The villain’s attention is so focused on keeping his hands gentle against the hero’s pain that he takes a second too long to realise the superhero is inviting herself further inside. 

“What—” is halfway through coming out.“Might as well meet my future coworkers, huh?” She laughs again, like this situation is highly amusing. Like she holds the cards and she knows it. The villain hates it, but she does. “I bet they’ll love me. Everyone always does.”

[thewandererh]

self love

do not tag this as a ship please

[butch-reidentified]

☠️

how are you gonna make all these claims, not even vaguely refer to 1 single example of my behavior to back any of them up, send me multiple anons with zero context, flaunt your ignorance regarding psychopathy (and frankly regarding my entire personality lmao) despite my having repeatedly shared various resources and information on psychopathy... which isn't even a diagnosis... 🤯

I actually am working on holding grudges! I have always had a habit of being too trusting and forgiving (which is literally one of the questions on the TriPM lmao) which has repeatedly harmed me in life. I never shared it on here bc I didn't wanna bum anyone out, but the lesbian couple I gave a room in my home to ended up leaving after a few months without paying a penny in rent OR doing the chores we agreed could substitute for rent. and robbed us, including a firearm -- and I didn't even learn my lesson then. girl I truly WISH I was sadistic and a grudge holder and whatever else. I'd almost definitely be better off in life 🙃

there is one (1) person on radblr who I could possibly see having any remote reason to accuse me of holding a grudge, and if you're her/from her circle, this is ridiculous. it isn't a grudge to not want anything to do with someone who has been genuinely awful. and if you're her/from her circle, the irony of you calling anyone sadistic or a liar is just too damn much. I've consistently offered & provided proof of the things I talk about on here, even repeatedly doxxing myself in the process. if you have a real problem with me - and I mean beyond your ableism and ignorance (ie clearly viewing me as not a full human person & very 2D because you've probably watched too many csi type shows and think you know anything about psychopathy), then either block me or be specific and say it w your chest.

maybe I won't have any problem being "called out" if you do it like a grown woman lmao

[recurring-polynya]

Incredible characterization move on Kubo's part to make Byakuya's theme song an instrumental version of a song called "I Sing to Pass "the Time." [YouTube link, it's very pretty if you like piano music]

I suppose it's possible that Kubo chose it on the sound alone, but I doubt it. The original version, by Léo Ferré, was from an album where he set the work of Surrealist/Communist poet Louis Aragon to music. The lyrics for this one are all about beauty and wonder passing out of the world, just like the rest of Byakuya's dead tree, last-of-his-line, color-fading-into-white schtick.

I have lived marvels during the day You and I, remember it And I have broken through the wall of the years The ears full of miracles Our universe is not the same anymore I have lived marvels during the day

(full lyrics under the cut)

(Translation source) (Here is the poem in its original French, if you prefer)

I sing to pass the time short amount of it that I have left to live Like you draw on the frost Like you make your heart pleased while throwing pebbles on the pond I sing to pass the time

I have lived marvels during the day You and I, remember it And I have broken through the wall of the years The ears full of miracles Our universe is not the same anymore I have lived marvels during the day

Let's have those fingers untangled now Like the forehead from the glory Our eyes were first to see the clouds lower than us And the lark at our knees Let's have those fingers untangled now

We have made moonlights For our palaces and our statues What matters now that we are being killed The nights will fall one by one China turned itself into the Commune We have made moonlights

And I would tell and I would tell So much was this life adventure Where man has become life-size His voice above the forests The mountains, the seas and the secrets And I would tell and I would tell

Yes; I sing to pass the time The bow wears out against the violin The pebble at the game of rebounds And how my love is touching Near me in the leaning shadow Yes, I sing to pass the time

I sing to pass the time Yes to pass the time I sing

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[pass3ra]

cressida's storyline was genuinely shameful tbhhh it's like they started rewriting it in the first half of the season then completely forgot about the changes they'd made to make it fit the book plot and it just ends up making everyone else look bad😐 every character in the second half got a "penelope did nothing wrong" lobotomy so we ended up with eloise completely ignoring cressida being sold off to an horrible man (when she made every effort to support her in the first half of the season) and for some reason resenting her for pretending to be lady whistledown? Then they somehow frame her ignoring colin's offensively bad pleas as it being her turning away from redemption when all she's trying to do is escape being trapped in the country with her likely abusive aunt... and it ends with her meeting her horrible fate and it still being framed as tragic only to immediately juxtapose it with the bridgerton family winning the idgaf war while gleefully seeing off francesca and her future dead husband. The bridgertons were the villains of the season frfr

[wikitpowers]

i cant help thinking that this is what we will get in twp and the way i want to SOB so badly :'((

literally not a single part of my being will be okay after this

artist: @nairafeather

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Double Sleeved Long Sleeve by @johnau6ust & @veegeealvarez.

[astranauticus]

Rolling With Difficulty as texts I have saved on my computer for some reason

(i drew every day for like a month straight and burnt out so have this nonsense instead)

[im-smart-i-swear]

i always assumed he cut his hair with a pair of shitty scissors in front of his bathroom mirror at like 2am

[landgraabbed]

sometimes you gotta take in the lil details

[californianedgeworth]

I can not believe that Yakuza 3 ended with Mine realizing the error in how he'd lived, being told that he could get another chance to do better, and heroically sacrificing himself to take out Andre Richardson saying "maybe in a next life" and then Andre Richardson is the one who turns out be alive in Infinite Wealth. like lmao?

[nightmare8-420]

i feel like a part of my soul has been ripped from my chest and i dont know why.

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

Love you till my last breath

No, even after that

Even when I'll be a ghost

🤍