#theyre very smart

[stars-n-kites]

i dont know how taako got pigeonholed as the bottles up their feelings twin when taako after reaching a certain point of stress will just start shouting an emotional monologue about how upset he is, and lup was in love with someone she saw on a daily basis for several decades before saying anything about it and got lost in a cave for years because she didnt want to tell anyone about an extremely dangerous plan she made that concerned the fate of the entire world, for which her backup plan seemed to be "itll be fine dont even worry about it"

[notebooks-and-laptops]

God I love Wrex. He's genuinely so insightful. Whenever I took him with me he's nearly ALWAYS the one who knew before it was obvious that we were heading into an ambush or that something wasn't quite right. When we met Vigil Wrex was the one who said as we headed down that he didn't think what was happening was Sarens doing. He says he knew Saren wasn't a good guy when he met him prior to the events of the game and he met him once for a few minutes. He speaks about only being good for fighting; but he was genuinely trying to do something about the genophage before he had to leave his planet AND he still DEEPLY cares about trying to fix it now even if he tells you it's a lost cause because krogans are too focused on other things. He claims his species is best at war and not things like science but he's just!! So clever and he clearly KNOWS on some level that a lot of what the Krogan experience is is based on their subjection/treatment in the galaxy. He enjoys jobs where his opponent is smart and good at what they do; and he is smart enough to be crafty and manipulate individuals such as when he got an employer to pay him to be a guard even AFTER he failed to kill the guy he was sent after. He is grumpy, but he cares about Shepard and he cares about stopping Saren. He's cynical and not sure that things can change for the better but he's also got this little nugget of hope in him that comes out so strongly at times. I love him. Best alien. Smart little guy. Best friend.

[heavenbarnes]

every time i’m reminded simon canonically wears those fuckass jeans and hiking shoes while he’s working

[bullagit]

due to personal reasons i am now firmly on team “i hope aziraphale does change heaven for the better actually (going on the assumption that his return is as straightforward as it seemed etc” 

like if the alternative is just this ohhh he’s so NAIVE and SOFT and so WRONG and he’ll have to LEARN A TOUGH LESSON etc etc nonsense then yeah 1000% go for it babe knock it out of the park

i hope choosing hope and kindness pays dividends. i hope the soft traits that made other characters continually disparage and underestimate him and his intelligence turn out to be his greatest assets bc i kinda don’t give a shit about a “toughen up it’s the only way everyone else knows better” life lesson for this character

(which like honestly a lot of the rhetoric is dismissive of the fact that persistent goodness in the face of an existence of disparagement takes great strength and that at the end of the day aziraphale has always been able to stand up in his own way)

[jewfrogs]

will never not piss me off that the ballad of songbirds and snakes is an incredibly interesting and good book about human nature and trauma and authoritarian societies and how snow came to reproduce the conditions of the capitol that had produced him and what makes us who we are and how we decide who we become. and 90% of people saw that and went ‘i see. snow is evil because of something bad in his brain and spirit’

[yourstrulynobody]

SAMS lore but its imagined as an academic fight between long time rivals that coincidentally went to the same school after graduation

ft. Eclipse/Elias Watts and Moondrop/Max Hearst

without text + without text and effect under cut :3

(Eclipse and Moondrop being academic rivals has been a long time thought of mine since I watched the channel and got heavily invested lmao)

Where the lyrics came from: Descendant 2's "It's Goin' Down" (at 0:39)

I drew this at school since I couldnt get the thought out of my head c:

[enbysiriusblack]

peter pettigrew is smart, he just has exam anxiety

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

main difference between mason mccormick n darry curtis is darry is a 'you just don't use your head' brother whereas mason is a 'christ you're dumb' siblin. hope that clears that up. heart.

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

If the after credit scene of Thunderbolts isn't Bucky meeting up with Sam and Joaquin with Yelena, Ava, and Antonia in tow and being like "can we keep them?" Like a child that just found a box of kittens then what's the fucking POINT

[screechingcheesecakecheesecake]

JackLeela you have to stop. Your love too true. Your yearning too different. Your romance too fated. They'll kill you

[souryam]

I think it makes more sense that the Princes were pureblood – Snape naming himself "Half Blood Prince" indicates that he was the only half blood Prince — but half blood Princes growing on me alarmingly.. something about them not being included in the Sacred 28 because they married muggles whenever they fell in love, being into dark magic but actively against blood purism (which eventually got them killed) is so scrumptious to me. And would be refreshing from the bunch of "Pureblood Most Noble and Ancient *family name* aesthetic that people push into every single pureblood family in fanon. Also, it would tie nicely with Eileen leaving the Wizarding World: her family got targeted and killed for not supporting a rising Tom Riddle and she was scared the same would happen to her and her son unless they got out of the way

[atoeoth]

Consider: bsd au where bill cipher possesses dazai

[rhonissancee]

๑Superficial Love. Goldenratio (Ratio x Aventurine). WC: 1.2k [to note: not proofread !]

Aventurine wasn't one to actively express what he was feeling. Think of it like a kaleidoscope, converting sunrays into different shapes and colors to distract you and bring your focus away from the source. In his case it was always much easier to showcase various different emotions and wear them like a mask. When he needs people to pity him he'll craft a perfectly pathetic face one to easily deceive. When he needs to get on someone's nerves a small quirk of his lips into a smug smirk is all it really took. So he didn't see the need for expressing himself when he can easily shift into something that'll cater to the other party, like a masked man raising the stakes of the game every time just for the player to realize that he had nothing but a bad hand. A master of deception who knows how and when to use it. It took years of practice to get him where he is now, years of observing people from the shadows, analyzing facial expressions when he'd play poker, and mimicking them perfectly to suit the facade he was trying to build. So imagine his surprise when all of it comes crumbling down the moment he becomes tangled with the esteemed Dr. Veritas Ratio. When face to face with another masked fool it was easy to tell, like a predator realizing that it's one of their own, alike to the point where the mask becomes undone for a split second; a moment of vulnerability. But a split second will stay a second. It was a barely there crack in one's facade, one that can't be seen by the naked eye unless up close.

"you're deflecting." Bored. Casual. But there was something, a small pinprick of emotion—that barely there crack and Aventurine was ready to hammer it down.

"responding to that serves quite difficult Veritas." He could see the small pinch in the others fine brow, an indication of annoyance, he always hated when Aventurine called him that. A small tell being the way the others jaw would tighten only for it to be forced into a relaxed state.

"with a mind like yours. It shouldn't be." Treat it as a yes or no question and you'll find yourself more likely to pick none. Except the question proposed was far more complex, sticky with emotions that Aventurine has spent years trying to bury deep in the alcoves of his soul, never to be felt again.

"you said I love you." Aventurine repeats as if saying it again makes it more digestible, more fathomable, more like a test instead of a declaration. It did no such thing, If anything saying those three words made his tongue numb and his head ache. He maintained his calm exterior, mirroring Ratio's own one.

"I did" his words mechanical, Aventurine almost found it comical. From gathered information one could easily tell this was probably the shittiest confession ever, in movies confessions are usually done over the pouring rain preferably with tears spilling from their eyes and voices screamed raw. There was no screaming, there were no tears, even the weather outside his apartment seemed cheerful.

"well thank you" that was dumb even Aventurine had to admit it. What's even worse than a shitty confession was an equally shitty answer. You say thank you when a gentleman opens the door for you, or when you receive a glass of water from the waiter, not when the supposed love of your life (Aventurine is still debating if that's the right term for Ratio) is confessing their unyielding feelings for you with a stone cold face.

"thank you?" The quirk in Ratio's brow was the only indication of his amusement. Aventurine could feel the steam of heat rush to his cheeks. That mask he so cleverly designed now getting dismantled with ease. This wasn't fair. Ratio was doing this on purpose .

"thank you for your confession. It must've taken a lot of courage to say that." Aventurine can't save himself now but he could at least try to play it out. In the game of feelings (at least with Ratio) the only loser is the one that folds.

"quite. I had an entire speech planned." Aventurine choked on his spit, he imagined it: Ratio hunched over his work desk trying to find the perfect synonyms for beautiful.

"the effort is admirable" only for the speech to be reduced to three simple words. Yet those words tangled deep within his heart strings, tugging and knotting itself orchestrating the loud thump thump thump in his chest. Honestly he'd prefer the grandeur speech instead, he'd rather Ratio go on and on about how his hair looked sun spun and how his eyes reassembled those irritatingly bright graffiti stencils on brick walls.

Ratio didn't even try to speak. His eyes said it all: 'deflecting' and a small hidden part of them seemed to say 'say it back, I'm begging you'

Aventurine laughs his tone a bit pitched—panic. "Such a thoughtful confession deserves time and thought put into it" he needs time. He needs time. He needs time. He needs time.

He can't do this right now and so he allowed himself a calculated slip up, a moment of vulnerability all for the sake of buying himself more time.

A slow blink was Ratios reply as if it just occurred to him that not everything is warranted an immediate answer, an immediate solution. Aventurine could see a small crack, ruining his flawless porcelain facade—shame perhaps?

A speck of guilt. He knew the agony of waiting for an answer to something the type of feeling that roots itself inside of your brain to fester doubt and insecurity. But if he knew Ratio (and he did) he wouldn't allow things as feeble as that cloud his focus, he'd snip every single one in a heartbeat. If anything he would warrant Aventurine as much time as he needed because Ratio was a sensible (albeit emotionally constipated at times), meticulous man. He wouldn't want a rushed answer let alone a forced one.

Aventurines assumption was confirmed when he felt gentle hands envelope his own ones. He couldn't help the small flinch he let out at the contact, something he wasn't used to despite hanging around the scholar almost everyday. His gaze met Ratios and he was surprised to find them warm and sincere, eyes like honeycomb encased in amber. He didn't like the look of sincerity in the others face.

He watched as Ratio slowly brought his two hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles with the devotion that would bring preachers to shame. He didn't expect to spark such a reaction, he didn't know what mask to put on. A miffed look crossed Aventurines face.

"take all the time you need. I won't go anywhere." Ratio mutters softly, it was out of character, it was unusual, it was making Aventurines heart malfunction and his mind muddled.

"you-"

"I'm sorry" what why

"I don't want you to answer for my sake." Ratio explained, another kiss to his hands. Aventurine remains silent, shocked. This was Ratio. The person behind the porcelain mask. Raw and vulnerable and so utterly smitten.

For me? Aventurine swallows thickly but he could feel that small panic from earlier thawing. An indiscernible feeling replacing it.

"Aventurine, anaticula. I love you." Ratio says and this time it wasn't to demand an answer, it was to inform, it was to declare, it was the type to be whispered under shared sheets in the dead of night.

Honestly Aventurine wouldn't mind that thought.

The blonde sighs softly with a small smile drawn on his lips "what am I going to do with you Veritas" he mutters, moving so that his forehead could rest against Ratios, his brows scrunch a bit as the words repeated in his head.

I love you

I love you

I love you

AN: gonna separate my writings actually. Fanfics for my OTPS will be here, x readers on the other account + Anyways take this ratiorine drabble that I wrote on a whim (so sorry if it's messy) because I'm so high on both of them + Fun fact: anaticula translates to 'little duckling' AND IK ITS LIKE KINDA CRINGE AND SHIT BUT IDC LALALALALA + They're both emotionally intelligent but constipated when it comes to each other me thinks. I honestly love this ship so much (it hurts) and I'd definitely write for them more.

[ajastu]

still THE funniest veilguard take ive seen is. like. 'rook is worse than solas, morally speaking, and therefore them taking the moral high ground with him makes them a hypocrite'

like. coughing baby vs hydrogen bomb moment but the competition category is war crimes

[iteratorsex]

I think all scavs should be allowed to throw rocks at people who hate scavs because they defended themselves against something that wasn't showing it was peaceful.

They literally throw warning shots and non lethal weapons (rocks, cherrybombs) first in 80% of cases! They don't even WANT to hurt you they just want to stay alive

[fisherrprince]

I wonder how much of Alphinaud's ARR attitude not only comes from the teenage "I know better" mindset, but also from him seemingly not having any actual friends growing up. He certainly seemed to *impress* people, but did he ever befriend anyone? No one talks about him having any kind of proper camaraderie back at the Studium...

im like, nearly certain you’re right. almost everything about his upbringing would lead to having no friends, and nothing that we know about vis a vis the twins as kids points to them having friends that aren’t adults? alisaie mentions shes happy hes hanging out with arenvald bc that Never happened before and ALSO she mentions not bringing anyone over to hang out. n despite alphy having people over they were all like... this 13 year old invites you a college student to his estate how are you. like look the twins are rich and go to private schools around their house. setup one. everyone mentioned to come over and hang out in the short stories or their memory is like, krile. urianger. grandpa's friends. theyre close with much older people. theyre INCREDIBLY smart as kids, and jump at least four grades. also, kids aren't often that fond of their-age kids who are way smarter, especially if they KNOW they're smarter than everyone. they absolutely thought they were better bc of it. they know better because they're smarter. 11 year olds in college are very cute, very impressive, but their brains literally haven't grown in yet so they cant be like, friends. they can be cool and rich and smart (whoa a 14 year old with a subversive understanding of politics!) but not friends. YKNOW? they were totally friendless kids who thought they were above most people if not just their age group. and they did not care at the time at ALL ghsdk