#that old fuck is not seeing heaven

[cutemothman]

red dead has a ton of really great female characters it's such a shame that fans like to ignore them to only talk about hosea and dutch making out sloppy style

[designernishiki]

ladies and gentlemen. we got em

[faaun]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

[oceanatydes]

I'm fucking sobbing

[wanyinchen]

We all know that S3 is gonna be about the Second Coming-slash-Final Judgement blah blah blah blah blah but what i NEED is for Jesus to radiate so much little sibling energy™. I need them and Crowley to be a chaotic-sibling-bestie duo ok??? It's one of the only ways i can heal

[kelean]

hm. not a fan of how gearbox made "just a little guy who you help throughout your journey because even tho he is harmless everyone wants to kick and stab and shoot him (and other robots like him) but hey look at the happy silly dance he does after you help him :) he will also give you a reward for saving him every time because he's very nice and grateful to you!!" claptrap from bl1 into "hey look he is annoying and everyone hates him so much they won't even go to his birthday and will say something mean about him at any given opportunity even when he has done nothing wrong. btw you as player should also be annoyed by him and laugh when he gets hurt. oh and of course he has a big-ass ego so this hatred is justified lmao" claptrap from the next games

and like. don’t even get me started on how they portrayed him as the bad guy in claptrap's new robot revolution dlc lol. it's literally the classic "yeah this group of people (robots in our case ig) is systematically oppressed and everyone treats them like shit. obviously we need to do something about it. however. we will make the only person who’s willing to change that do something really fucking bad. like kill a bunch of innocent people or blow something up or. i don't know? resurrect someone against their will? or whatever. so now you won't feel so bad fighting them! and their cause doesn’t seem so righteous anymore! and actually everyone else was right all along and we need to continue oppressing their group so something this horrible doesn't happen ever again! :)"

[neomedievalist]

rereading ep7 is really strengthening my willness (will illness) because everyone remembers the scene where will kisses jessica's hand but i forgot that right afterwards it says

"Will had returned the greeting in what he thought was a perfectly serious way" 😭 😭 HE DIDNT EVEN REALIZE WHY SHE WAS EMBARASSED? THIS IS NORMAL TO HIM?

[cryptvokeeper]

Fudging the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Timeline so that I can pretend Giorno and Okuyasu could have interacted as kids

[bravevolunteer]

idk when i made my movie verse i was trying to keep it as unobtrusive as possible since everything was so fresh but man….. thinking about all the mike afton theories where he wasn’t necessarily too young to remember anything related to that but his “memories” are just so unreliable due to trauma

[hellboundhimbo]

it’s been about 4 years and some change, so i feel i can confidently say that i will never, ever get over the ending of falsettos. to this day i cry at merely the thought of “what more can i say?”

[movedtodykedvonte]

Imagine if some equivalent of police or detectives were actually searching for him, since he's gone missing and it got reported by addisons. Unsolved mystery... while Spamton, hides in the trash zone, under everyone's noses

I am in love with the idea that Spamton is like an infamous missing person in Cyber World that is literally there in broad daylight.

Like memorials for him for every year he's been missing, small and probably only attended by the addison and a few of the mansion staff out of respect. People who remember him expect foul play or something supernatural either not too far from the truth or theorists trying to piece together any and all clues. The police are at a dead end cause it's almost like he evaporated into thin air and while the addisons reported it, they won't comply past that. How many times could this cold case have been solved if they just looked in the right dumpster? Or walked down the right alley? Is it the case he's so unrecognizable they don't realize the little pest they've kicked out so many times is the missing persons? The irony and tragedy of the latter are so good in my mind.

[lakemichigans]

i’m finding mary winchester a lot more interesting now that i’m watching this season at 23, almost the same age as when she had dean. like. i love you girl but you never should have been a mom. i find it really fascinating and horrifying that all of heaven had to band together to push mary towards john and force them into having kids and being married. without that intervention, her life would have taken a very different path. she feared that her children would grow up to be hunters, but not because she herself hates hunting. no, it’s because she knew she could never quit it. she was still hunting after dean was born because she couldn’t let go of the person she used to be, the person she would have been. i really feel like it wouldn’t have mattered if mary came back to find dean and sam as adults or as little kids, she would’ve made the same decisions

[msftsn]

@tragedicn : five times reunited  ( five times they reunited after being apart . ) five times drabble meme : rosalyne & artyom.

I. he still doesn't like the supposed prestige of being a harbinger, simply sees no value in being considered a higher rank than all of the people under them that put in just as much work - if not more given that most of them do not possess visions. that most of them are normal humans; well, technically he was one as well, one could argue. and yet, being one of the newest addition to people with such rank he finds himself less than awestruck. annoyed, to a degree. the few people he considered decent now treated him as if he was some sort of precious noble. right. and even worse, his new colleagues... either they did not acknowledge him or they argued with him as if they were still teenagers. the one they call la signora might be the one he clashes heads with the most. a young woman claimed by the flames that surround her, lucky that her deal with her highness the tsaritsa found a way to counteract the fire with ice.

and ice she seemed to have run through her veins with that cold expression. it annoyed him and yet he can't help but obey to the codex that demanded a respectful welcome to all members that'd been gone for long missions, as well as a briefing of all new events that transpired in their absence. his input is short, professional and focused. his paperwork done with diligence and the drive of a man who has to prove himself. and yet, when after the meeting he finds himself somewhat alone with the woman he can't help the awkward way he clears his throat with. pedrolino, the escape artist, at least according to his rank. and yet he can't find himself escaping any of these tedious moments where he would rather hide himself. it's as if la signora can see right through him, her gaze cold as though she could see past his professional self and knew of the deep-rooted sins that weigh his soul down. that or she just really doesn't like him, it seems. and yet, somehow, she is the one he trusts the most out of all the harbingers that have been named so far. how odd. intriguing.

❛ i've seen your report. good work, la signora. ❜

II. he shouldn't be calm, he should be frantic or angry or vicious and yet he finds himself in some sort of state of mind where all he can do is focus and work. this is no ordinary emergency, he knows. and yet, even when he finds out his own brother - the one he had done everything for - was the one who intended to absorb some sort of strange power of manipulated visions, he can only focus as he gives orders to his underlings. as the only currently present harbinger he had to act fast if he wanted to avoid trouble. by any means was he to detain the issue and resolve it before any other harbinger has to join the fray and aid him. such is his duty, and in the end... after his brother left, after seeing the path his own nation is going in with the delusions and what they do; la signora herself being a prime example of the doctors madness and how much he derailed the purpose of the harbingers, well, duty was all he had. and so when he arrives at the scene he takes any precaution that had to be done. makes sure to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, and that all under his command get out safely. he takes his equipment, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, focusing and letting all his life flash before his eyes. this is no easy feat, even for one of the highest ranking fatui members. if it were il capitano or pierro than perhaps they could come out alive. but him? no. he knew && despite that all artyom, no, pedrino, can find himself doing is open his eyes and ready for combat. it would come to an end here and with him. this fight, this stupidity, this struggle... and his bloodline. he would go out, but he would go out at his brothers side.

his head snaps back at signora when she calls out his name, asks him about the status and the situation. he gives her a quick briefing before his grip tightens on his sword. he can't help the tremble of his hands at the dreadful realisation that he was about to fight -and kill- his own brother. the one he had fought so hard to protect. the one he gave his all and more for. she looks like she wants to say something, like she wants to intervene and offer her aid but she's just come from whatever mission she was sent on, the effects of the delusion showing on the few stray frostflakes on her skin. his gaze hardens and he gives a small nod at her, voice firm when he speaks again. ❛ calculations show that my survival will be unlikely. no matter what happens, la signora, i need you to get everyone to safety. i will try to avoid complications but i don't know what this madman will cause with his insanity and craving for power. ❜ he gives a thin smile, one of the few rare ones he's given the past few years - oddly enough for her more than for anyone - before he adds one last thing, gaze softening just the tiniest bit.

❛ i'm glad to see you one last time. thank you for everything. ❜

III. the voices tell him to bite, to tear through the people surrounding him even when he can't see their face - that he should kill them even more because he can't see their face. his paws are cold, the endless snow of snezhnaya freezing him to the core and yet he can't even tell where it cools his body. he can't see anything, can't feel his body. all he can do is listen to the voices and smell his surroundings. this isn't his body, it's a monster that he became after his death ... oh, that's right. he's dead, isn't he? the beast moves it's leg, positions itself into readiness so he can attack. he snarls, he bears his teeth. and yet ... the smells disperse, make way for another much stronger scent. it's so familiar, so horribly and tragically familiar that his posture returns to idleness, his growls turning confused, something akin of a whimper leaving the beasts throat. he knows this one. she smells so familiar... he doesn't remember who she is, he doesn't remember most things, but he remembers her smell. the voices tell him to tear through her, too. she seems powerful, if he destroys her he will prove his power. but he hesitates, and then a voice cuts through the sound in his mind. yes... he knows this ones voice. he doesn't understand her words, all he understands is the familiarity of her voice. he feels weak, tired. so the beast drops down, lowers its head to the ground and lays there. if she is to kill him now that's fine, at least he will die surrounded by something that seems like he's known it for a while. it's comforting, amidst all the confusion. as if something that reminds him of home is finally back after a long absence. the smell comes a little closer, wary, he can sense she is on edge and it doesn't matter to him. his head lifts, wet nose pressing against her shoulder as he lets out a soft sound. only to growl as his head snaps to the side, angered by a new smell approaching. he doesn't like any of them, they reek. only the one in front of him brings comfort, quells the voices in his head.

yes ... this one has been away from for long, but the beast will forgive that. as long as this one stays for now he will behave, will control the destructive intent of his own mind if he has to.

IV. it has been a good few years, perhaps a dozen or two. but artyom still hesitates when he knocks on her office door, except his nerves catch up and he forgets to manifest his hand, phasing through the door with his arm as if he's trying to spook her. it had taken a long time before her highness and the doctor deemed it a success to help him control his powers. truth be told, he is not quite sure if he likes it. artyom didn't like being a harbinger, in no way does he enjoy being what the doctor has called a "domovoy". supposedly he named it that after a old snezhnayan tale of an ancestral spirit, the guardian of kins and tribes. oddly befitting, he has to begrudgingly admit. at least if one is to consider that all of snezhnaya has to be seen as the household he guards, then. they told him that for a long time la signora had been the one to oversee his case, that she'd spent quite a significant amount of time ensuring he attacks nobody else because supposedly he'd only calm in her presence. and now that he was mostly back to having a mind of his own rather than all the voices in his head commanding him around he thought it'd be good to thank his former colleague for her help. however awkward it might feel to him. not like it could be any more awkward than a giant shadow monster supposedly acting like a tense dog around her. oh well.

when she permits entry he opens the door, clears his throat as if it will help him find his words and then all of a sudden artyom finds himself stunned, looking at the tiniest of smiles on her face as she welcomes him back. he offers a faint smile himself, offers her a cup of tea he'd brought along and sits down on one of the chairs in her office, his voice soft and uncertain when he speaks.

❛ i was informed of all you've done for me. thank you, signora. ❜

V. the room is dark when the door closes again, the shadows manifesting into a silhouette sitting on the chair next to her desk. despite her long absence the office is tidy, as if she'd only stepped out for a short moment. the tea on her desk is hot, freshly brewed in a cup he's had to clean of old tea for probably the hundreth time today. other than to do what he had to do, other than to visit feliks artyom not once left this office. waiting patiently for rosalyne to return. she'd come back from death before, he knew her highness and the dreaded doctor, would eventually find a way to bring her back again. and if not he would have moved the abyss && celestia to do so himself. he stands up, extends his hand as it shakes, asks silently for permission to embrace her only to have her meet him halfway. whatever replaces his heart feels like it is beating now, a warm and tender feeling finally making his tense body relax as he holds rosalyne close, silent sobs racking his body as if he sheds tears his body can't produce. she's back... she fought valiantly, she died and she's back. the good parts of him think she would have deserved to rest finally. the selfish parts of him are glad she's come back. he doesn't speak, fears that if he opens his mouth all the love he's tried to bite and swallow down would pour out. no, he's selfish enough already, right now this is all about her. all he will do is be there for her like she was for him. at least once he's finally spoken.

❛ thank you for coming back. please don't go where i can't follow, . rosalyne. ❜

voice soft, gentle and full of unspoken emotions he finally relents, lets go of her just enough to look at her. she looks so fragile, tired and exhausted beyond belief, and yet he can see the tiniest smile curling on her lips. his eyes focus, take her in properly now that he has to courage to truly look at her. if his emotions were to pour out of his chest now he wouldn't mind. but he'll let them out once she's rested, when she feels better. he smiles softly, tenderly and his voice matches his expression.

❛ you should rest. i'll stay with you until you send me away. ❜

[urgothgfsbeltchain]

“you say when i’m dead,

i will never feel afraid again,

you say when i’m dead,

i will never feel this strange again,

and in a day, we will never be this young again.”

[that-wildwolf]

i have a hard time picking the absolute highest point of eyes of heaven but i gotta admit that moment when annatsui, a convicted murderer, saw 17 years old depressed jotaro who has been on the road for the last six months at least without stop, is just at the beginning of realising that not only does he have PTSD but also it is bout to get worse, hasn't slept in at least a week, and just generally looks like he might fall over and die at any moment, talking to Jolyne, and his reaction was to scream. Peak simp behaviour annatsu 10/10 you misread this so fucking badly but you get points for consistency

[arytha]

googles "how to draw the thing vividly in my head when i dont know how to blend colors in the way my brain shows me"

thinking about the elder's stained glass robe. i. i dont know how i'll draw it but i Can describe it. its killing me to think about drawing it lol