#they've changed SO much

[meihouwangslittlecumslut]

A weird immortal who spends half his time in an eternal night pocket dimension. And the demon possessing his body

[akanemnon]

Go! Go! Nugget to the rescue!

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[procrastinationaccount]

One fun thing about the first gen Lyctors is that John quite literally took away their childhoods. Not that they had great childhoods they'd cherish the memory of, I'd bet against that, but god, they have so little context to understand themselves. They came into life, Pygmalion style, adults and in love but not knowing why. If the younger lyctors ever tried to swap parental horror stories, they couldn't even take a stab. They toss around "brother" and "sister" and "son" with each other, but a very real way, John is the only father they've ever known.

[ingravinoveritas]

Good Omens is forever. They are forever...

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.01

I refuse to believe that a tragedy had to destroy everything. But it did.

[dennisboobs]

standing in front of a firing squad would have been easier than reading this script i need to be shot

[loveridden1999]

life when you stop caring about fandom discourses

[feral-bird-enjoyer]

Pictures of a sapling love

[orym-blossoms]

An important takeaway for me from Vax's situation at the end of the finale is that he is still very much in service to the Raven Queen. Things look different now (and while I have my issues with how they got that way, that is a post for another time), but in the end he is still her Champion. The barrier of death has been lifted from between him and Exandria because he is needed to continue his duty. And as a bonus, he is now free to spend time with Keyleth and the rest of his family.

Vax didn't get a choice in what happened to his goddess, but he still chooses to serve her. In the end he does get the best if both worlds, but it's important that his service is not done. His duty, his calling, are not gone. And his family will still need to come to terms with that.

[sincerelyrf]

me: *seeing people yell about how they did Glintshore & Percy's death in the show*

also me: ..................anyway

[reflectingiridescent]

Okay, I'm doing my second watch of The Grand Complication Job, and in the jewelry details, there is a really nice but subtle callback to The Girls Night Out Job. There, Sophie and Tara were in white and black respectively, kind of emphasizing the contrast between them.

And in this episode, Tara's got the silver jewelry and Sophie's got the gold jewelry, just a nice little detail.

There's also a reference to a Boylan-Kim motion detector which I assume is a reference to Christine "Kit" Boylan and Albert Kim, who were part of the OG Leverage crew. I also think Redemption's S1 The Great Train Job was based on an old idea that Boylan had had for the original series. Kim went on to work on the live action Avatar: The Last Airbender series.

[transingthoseformers]

https://www.tumblr.com/transingthoseformers/781928453253595136

Extra angsty if it’s in post Predacons rising TFP cause Soundwave was sent to the shadow zone just before Megatron died, and at the end of the movie when Megatron ran off we get a THREE YEAR timeskip between TFP and RID15 before Soundwave reappears.

That’s three years you could have looked into his disappearance, and either nobody had the energy to investigate or everyone didn’t care 😭. His loyalty did NOT pay off, I’m sure you can imagine his disbelief and devastation had he ACTUALLY met Megatron and seen for himself that he not only quit but told everyone the Decepticons as a whole are dispersed. I need TFP Soundwave to get so unbelievably angry he’s too nonchalant. DO SOMETHING DRASTIC THEY BETRAYED YOU.

I don’t care if it’s not “not like that we just didn’t know where you were 🥺” I just wanna see tfp soundwave hate Megatron for a bit can you imagine the angry sex?

HEHEHEH OMG THAT'S GOTTA BE CRUNCHY

Especially considering the mentioned facts of Megatron's death and the fact that Soundwave was stuck in the shadowzone for years (which definitely has to have affected him)

Plus, didn't Soundwave get tossed back into the shadowzone for another year or two?? In between the events of rid15 s2 and s4

Such a fun conversation between Megatron and Soundwave here

I anticipate Soundwave having one hell of a crash out after hearing Megatron say that to him, so they might want to have him on Try To Kill Us All watch

(very supportive of the idea of them having angsty complicated post war hate sex :3)

[peliginspeaks]

Thinking about Fallen London as a backdrop for the theme of the horror of the inevitable today. I know it's The Classic Cosmic Horror Thing, but it's really woven through all aspects of Neathy life even as the PC is written powerful and capable: the constant backdrop of breath-holding for the Sixth City, the Masters and the Bazaar as a force higher on the Chain with a plan that cares not who it tramples, a ton of the Destinies aside from the LotN ones, literally anything to do with the Dawn Machine, the Flukes...the thing that changes you irrevocably could be around any corner, could drop at any second. Everything else, every other story told, is either dealing with that or written in its shadow. Sometimes the game lets you deal with it by fighting back, with the message that even though you can't hold a candle to all of it, you can change some of it and that's enough reason to try. Sometimes, the game lets you deal with it by getting drunk off your ass with a dozen rats and stealing a painting or something of the sort. Both are honestly such valid ways of dealing with The Cosmic Horror Of It All, as is just rolling out of bed every day and complaining about the weather, and the spread of each that the game's writing has is I think what's made it stick so hard as one of my favourite pieces of horror media despite only about 20% of it reading like horror.

[beingkilledwascool]

Holy shit guys can we please blow up this edit ! By @InternetIsQueer on Twitter!!

[kradogsrats]

@dragonprincedrabbles prompt Harrow + Damian, Breathe

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A particularly nasty cold works its way through the castle, the first winter after they move in. Even Sarai gets the sniffles, though fortunately no more than that. Being sick and six months' pregnant would be truly miserable.

Callum stays healthy, thanks to diligent hand-washing and restriction from the areas of the castle where germs are most freely spread, but he grows moody and standoffish. He was already struggling to adjust, obviously feeling like an out-of-place guest in the castle and seeing Harrow as more like a distant uncle than a stepfather. Sarai knows he needs time—the only way encourage growing into a home and family is to allow the space to do so, and then step back. She just hates seeing her son unhappy.

Then Claudia, the one playmate he's truly grown close with, gets sick enough to spend a week in bed, and he starts acting out in ways he never has before. Not even when Damian was dying.

Harrow spends most of that week with Viren, who is understandably beside himself over his daughter's condition, mild though it is. Once she's undeniably on the mend and Harrow's able to escape, Sarai shares her own frustration and worries about her son. Always thoughtful, he suggests that they go to the lodge—there's a blanket of fresh snow on the ground, and a change of scene and activities will do Callum good.

It's a fantastic idea, one Sarai is embarrassed she didn't think of herself. Of course, she's not exactly used to having an entire lodge to retreat to for relaxation.

The first few days go better than she could ever hope—he and Harrow sled, build snowmen and snow banthers, and have snowball fights more epic than any Border skirmish. Sarai joins them sometimes, though she feels a little too pregnant for some of the more vigorous activities and is content to watch from inside, sipping hot cider. Callum runs to her pink-cheeked and laughing when they come back inside, happier every day than he has been in weeks. In the evenings, he falls asleep on the couch, nestled between them as Harrow reads aloud in his deep, soothing voice.

Then the castle cold catches up with Harrow.

Sarai suddenly finds herself caught between overseeing regular deliveries of hot soup and honeyed tea to her husband and near-constant tantrums from her son. Everything becomes a battle—getting up in the morning, what food he'll eat for any meal and when, putting on warm clothes before going outside, baths, bedtime. After a particularly bad fit over wanting to go ice skating—it's not cold enough for Sarai to trust the pond's ice without it being checked—she gathers him up into her lap for a talk.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" she says, rocking them both gently back and forth while he snuggles in her arms. "I can tell you're having a lot of big feelings—are you sad or mad that Harrow can't play anymore? Do you miss the castle?"

He shakes his head against her chest, but says nothing.

"Did something happen that scared you? Have you had bad dreams?"

Callum hesitates, then buries his face in her shirt, clinging to her. "I'm sorry, Mom," he says through fresh tears. "It's all my fault, I'm so sorry—"

She shushes him soothingly, stroking his hair. "I'm right here. It's okay to be overwhelmed. You haven't done anything wrong."

He takes a hiccuping breath. "But I did! I—I wished that King Harrow would die, so we could go home. I just wanted everything to be like it was before, with Dad. Now he's—I don't want him to die!"

He's crying hysterically again, and Sarai holds him tight. All the pieces suddenly come together—this year's cold takes root in the chest, leading to a wet, hacking cough. Harrow's coughing fits, while already subsiding, had been loud and frequent for the first few days. Loud enough to be heard from nearly anywhere in the lodge.

She and Damian had kept the worst of his condition from Callum, but not everything could be hidden, especially if Damian was to have any kind of life in his remaining time. So Callum saw when he coughed convulsively until he strained to breathe, air barely wheezing in and out of his lungs. Even if that wasn't the case, he'd heard his father's labored, rattling breaths at the end.

"Oh, sweetie," she says. "He's not going to die, I promise. He'll be just fine in a few days."

Callum shakes his head wildly, clinging to her. "I'm sorry," he sobs again.

"It's okay," Sarai soothes him, rubbing slow circles into his back. "It's okay, Callum. Sometimes, when we're angry or scared, we think or say things we don't really mean. There have been a lot of big changes, and that can feel scary and unfair. I wish we could have done things differently."

She swallows around the lump forming in her throat. "Your dad—I was angry and scared for a long time, when we found out how sick he was. I was angry that he wouldn't get to see you grow up, and I was scared of what life would be like without him. I had a lot of mean thoughts about people who I knew loved me, and were only trying to help. I didn't let those thoughts take root, and I know you won't, either—you'll breathe, and let them out."

She inhales deeply through her nose and exhales slowly through her mouth, repeating until Callum was breathing with her. His crying slows as he relaxes.

"Harrow can't ever replace your dad, but whatever he becomes to you, I know he loves you very much." She hugs him close, smiling when he hugs her back. "How about this? We can toast some cheese sandwiches and bring some soup up to him for lunch, like a picnic. He'll be happy to see you."

Callum nods, rubbing his nose with his sleeve. Sarai pokes it lightly. "Then, if the Crownguard say the ice is safe, we can go skating."

"Maybe, instead of skating," Callum says tentatively, as he hops down from her lap, "we could play a game from the game room this afternoon."

So Harrow can play, too. All of us together. She smiles, levering herself up from the couch. "That's a wonderful idea, sweetie. Go pick one out, and I'll start the sandwiches."

She's still smiling as he scampers off excitedly, and she heads for the kitchen. Lunch and games with all three of them, together—it looks like they just might be becoming a family.

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo and max verstappen, 2024 vs. 2016