#this man emotionally destroys me

[jj-dyl]

jey uso, the most tragic man in wrestling right now

[uspiria]

The Children’s Hour (1961) dir. William Wyler

[kelin-is-writing]

He has the prettiest hands in the serie, we get it! Really! We do! 😭

[starmocha]

call me master (and i'll call you mine) [Sylus/MC ★ 666 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Lines blur between the hunter and the hunted, fantasy and reality. A/N: No, I will not explain myself.

There is a hunter in Linkon City who has set her sight on him as her prey, not knowing that she is about to fall into his trap.

Under the dark cloak of night, the city sleeps, lulled to a deep slumber by harsh raindrops. Within his bedroom, Sylus lays upon cool, soft satin, unperturbed by the distant rumbles of thunder, his own mind occupied with endless thoughts of the woman pursuing him and his organization.

How cute, he thinks, that she believes he is the prey.

“Fuck,” Sylus hisses softly, his fingers wrap around his cock, his eyes closed as he envisions this sweet little prey in his grasp. His mouth parts, letting out little gasps, as his hand strokes the hard member in a slow steady rhythm, his mind already drifting away.

Gonna dress her in the prettiest little lace just so he can rip them apart. Have her body on display beneath him, her every curve just waiting to be memorized and mapped along with his kisses and touches. He groans softly, imagining his hands traversing across her smooth skin, eliciting gentle gasps. Pepper kisses along her neck, feel the swell of her breast within his hand, a soft squeeze as she writhes beneath him, her control slipping as she begins to whine for him, her words becoming incoherent the more he taunts her.

Gonna make her his, her eyes will only see him and her body will only crave him. Spread her soft thighs, sink slowly into her wet folds. Look at me, he murmurs, grabbing her chin and forcing her to face him, Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.

Let her get used to him, the feel of him buried deep inside her. Teasingly slow, he pulls out and thrusts into her again, the languid movements enough to make her resolve begin to slip away. Memorize her expressions, watch her fall apart because of him, her resistance weakening before she breaks, finally begging him to take her completely. He laughs, her desperate pleas awakening a desire within him. His hand finds hers, fingers interlocking, as his hips rock against hers, building a faster rhythm.

What sweet begging, he croons, his hands trail down to her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he pulls her to him to meet his thrust. Is this what you want, my sweet little hunter?

Gonna wreck her until she cries and comes undone by him. How sweet her voice will sound, spilling soft mewls and pleas for him, his name a desperate prayer on her lips as he takes her like a beast, fuck her hard and make a mess of her.

Sylus lets out a deep groan, his heart and breathing quickening as he opens his eyes, the evidence of his aimless thoughts on his hand. He sighs and leans back in bed, his head cradled by the soft pillow as his eyes wander up to the ceiling. The little hunter continues to linger in his mind, his idle fantasy of her still has him ensnared with images of her covered in him, lips bruised so prettily by him, her mouth still calling for him, aching for him.

Him.

He laughs, mirthless, the very thought stirs something within himself. To be needed in such a way, why, he could perhaps let himself be addicted to this feeling, to have a sweet little thing helpless for him.

Thunder continues to rumble outside, the rainstorm showing no sign of passing any time soon. Fatigue takes over and Sylus could feel sleep calling for him now, his body relaxing under the cool satin cover as he allows himself to drift off into a deep slumber.

The soft patters of raindrops mingle with her gasping cries, resounding within his mind. What a sweet lullaby, he thinks before he dreams of her, perfectly flushed and helplessly trapped in his embrace.

In Linkon City, there is a hunter pursuing him, but little does she know, he is waiting for her.

[vi-is-badass]

Saw this on twitter:

And this is hilarious but I also wanted to point out that in canon it’s actually the complete opposite. Silco literally has Jinx working for him and actively protecting his shimmer shipments (like we see in episode 4) while Vander is constantly trying to keep Vi from fighting and getting herself in trouble. He even tries to turn himself in to keep her out of prison and protect his kids while Silco was going to start a war (one Jinx would have been a part of) to protect Jinx.

[catcake24]

God… I know he’s like the most basic option to pick from the movie, but I just wanna shake TFOne Orion/Optimus around in my teeth like a dog toy.

I want to see that twunk CRY and REGRETFUL and SAD, with sparkling big tears coming from his big blue eyes. I want him to feel SO MUCH GUILT for what happened, it’s EATING HIM ALIVE.

…and he gets hugs from Bee, and Elita One giving him a shoulder to cry on, and he feels a bit better. It’s not gone, but he can manage it - even if it’s just for them.

And yet… part of him can’t be completely happy. He’ll always be carrying around that regret and sadness, because he lost the person who was most important to him. And he couldn’t stop it.

This is me while writing this btw:

[queerofthedagger]

nothing, and i mean absolutely nothing, like starting a long fic and knowing within the first 2k words that it will absolutely wreck you. therapy has nothing on this mwah

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

sits up in bed. so lana and ema definitely thought they were responsible for edgeworth "choosing death", right?

(the rest of this post was supposed to go in the tags, because it's not very well organised or written, but it got too long so. here are the slightly edited tags for your reading pleasure (or otherwise)):

i was going to make this solely about ema because she's the obvious one with her open adoration of edgeworth, but the thing about rfta is that it goes to great lengths to emphasise the connection between lana and edgeworth as well.

the sl-9 incident showed that lana grows attached to people deeply, hence angel starr's comment on how, when neil marshall died, 'she (lana) felt like her own brother had died.' with edgeworth, i think it was similar but worse. because he's not just a coworker or subordinate who's dear to her. he saved her life. and it cost him his own.

at the beginning of the case, edgeworth says he was mistaken for thinking that lana was always looking out for him post sl-9 (a statement interesting on its own because that's when everyone else says she grew distant), and, later on, he brings ema fingerprinting powder because lana asked him to. then, of course, there's the 'lady luck' comment he makes.

similarly, on lana's side, you obviously have the end of the trial when she says he did well, but there's also that additional moment post-trial where she's the only one to notice — in a group comprising her, ema, phoenix and gumshoe — that he's 'hiding', listening to their conversation. point is, there's enough to suggest that she might have been the nearest thing edgeworth had to a mia; his 'chief prosecutor' to phoenix's plain 'chief'. they're as close as two people can be in a relationship where one of them is constantly lying and the other is von karma's star pupil.

rfta is pretty straightforwardly depicted as the case which solidified edgeworth's resolve to do what he did; i don't think i have to prove that. rumours about him have reached new heights, his car and knife were involved in goodman's murder, he makes an unprecedented mistake in court by failing to connect the evidence room and carpark incidents, thus forcing the chief of police to enter the trial to do so himself, and he's publicly revealed to have relied on falsified evidence to secure a conviction in the sl-9 case, all of which only happened because of lana. jake marshall even claims that from the beginning — that if you trace edgeworth's rumours back to their source, you end up meeting one person: lana skye.

and it gets worse because at the end of rfta, she thinks he's fine!! she literally says, 'i was afraid the pressure would break you, but you rose above it,' and reminds him he's nothing like gant because he's not alone. she leaves the case thinking he will be okay. and then, what, like a week passes, and she finds out that he wasn't, and that he's gone, and it's her fault. even after she was freed from gant's control, even after she had finally stopped lying, she couldn't prevent herself from claiming another life. so much for 'lady luck', i suppose.

and the game reiterates this multiple times. gumshoe states at the start that edgeworth's ties to those higher up in the department have made him the subject of constant rumours, and phoenix says (in front of ema) that he shouldn't be held responsible for the forged evidence because that was all lana's doing, which then leads to edgeworth commenting (again in front of ema) that he feels as though 'something inside him has died.' it all goes back to lana. we can argue and say that it was technically gant's doing that caused all of this, but lana still took actions that led to it. even her complicated friendship with edgeworth isn't spared; it's that closeness between them that exacerbated those rumours. how could she not feel responsible in some way?

and with ema, it's rather obvious, isn't it? if she hadn't gone poking her nose into things, none of this would have happened or come to light. and, of course, she'd never choose anyone over her sister, not for anything in the world — it's simply not a question, but that's the problem, isn't it? it's not a question. it's not some hypothetical moral dilemma. it just is. she may not have killed neil marshall, but she still has one king of prosecutor's blood on her hands. and now she has to live with that. she just. has. to live with it. no matter if he chose otherwise.

moving on from that a little, i think it's actually wild how much of ema's journey to becoming a forensics investigator is paved with bad memories. neil marshall's death and her subsequent inability to testify are what drives her to begin pursuing it, her first proper investigation results in her idol's "death" and when she finally graduates, the person who saved her sister has been disbarred, and she can't even help because she isn't allowed to. all that pain and constant pursuit of her goals, and she's still the same ema skye, still that girl shrouded in darkness, always one step behind the truth, one step a little too late. no wonder she was angry in aa:aj. i would be furious.

[social-vampire]

congrats to Retris Sovstuck for hitting me with a nuclear kin missile

[blotlcss]

Malleus deserved to overblot during this event honestly. If i found out i didnt get invited because i was wanted, but to make sure i get my magic sapped, id lose it.

[mahi-wayy]

*lays on the floor* I'm gonna need three business days to recover from whatever the fuck that just happened.

[loving-jack-kelly]

kind of forgot how devastating julie and the phantoms is.

[inklore]

Mickey growing his hair out when he's not on a mission aka being able to grab those beautiful curls while he eats you out 😩😩

literally makes my brain short circuit omg ahhhh!!!

at first you think you just love feeling feeling how soft they are. how the curls feel like silk running between your fingers, how even when his face is not between your thighs and he’s fucking your still have something to keep his mouth pressed to yours—get to feel that softness as his mouth leaves love bites along the column of your neck.

you love every look of his. but the curls are your favorite.

and you realize—after countless nights of him not allowing either of you to sleep until you’ve come on his tongue—that it’s not because of the aforementioned things, but because when you grab a fistful in blinded ecstasy the moan he lets out against your clit is like a melody you want to hear again and again.

you can feel his mouth stutter ever so slightly when you twist, pull, grip at his curls; your hips gyrating, head thrown back, moans falling from your parted mouth, fucking yourself against his tongue. mickey’s fingers digging into the flesh of your hip, the only other telltale sign (besides his moans and his eyes rolling back) that he loves you tugging at his hair.

one night when you do it, when he’s just slipped another finger inside of you, the breathy “fuck” he lets out against your wetness enough to have your already spinning head—clouded with lust and need—in whirlwind.

[stardusteyes]

Does anyone else listen to EPIC the Musical and suddenly become extremely worried for Outis?

[kirbyliker12]

This is the deepest I can delve into how I view them n their implications through imagery before it bcomes incomprehensibl 😙😙😙😙maybe I’ll do a tiny bit of elaborating in tags idk(this was mostly an excuse to practice drawing dranzas head)

[maripr]

It seems Notre Dame and Les Mis fall on two different spectrums of what they leave the reader with

Notre Dame: the crushing weight of despair at realizing our feeble humans life are just a footnote in the majesty of history

Les mis: the hope that still burns in the midst of that despair, that even a feeble human life can do its part to change history for the better

Should reread the man who laughs to see how it falls in the spectrum. I can't remember if it was written before Les mis or after. In any case, the staggering mood difference between the two works I assume is due to being written in very different times in Hugo's life.

I would like to read his poems as well one day, as well as an indepth biography. I don't wanna sound snobbish or eurocentric but I do think he's one of the most important writers of his century.