#this was slightly cathartic

[elfcollector]

Don't leave me alone. Please...please take me home... — Okay, Shianni. Okay. Let's go home.

[nattikay]

OC lineup! All the characters that currently exist in this "story"

[upon-the-snow]

but I love you

[ID: A detailed digital painting of the Eighth Doctor and Charley Pollard in the audio Scherzo, drawing against a stark white background. The Doctor is wearing a green coat over a vest and tan pants, Charley is wearing a striped long-sleeved shirt under dark overalls. They are holding hands, standing apart, and looking at eachother with worry. End ID.]

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

watched RRR with my mom and sister and while they were laughing at the stunts and fight scenes and acrobatics I was fucking Enraptured. "that's so cheesy lol" no mother you are watching this wrong, you must watch it from the viewpoint of a very small child witnessing circus acrobats or anime for the first time. you will not feel the power of the cinematography or appreciate the symbolism unless you suspend your disbelief and just watch two beautiful Indian men throw motorcycles and shoot magic arrows at evil colonizers.

also we paused right at the aerial shot of the governor's palace and Sissy straight-up SCREAMED because we were only halfway through and yet so much had happened already.

anyway, RRR is a fucking good movie. I wish to purchase it on DVD.

[broken-clover]

Things that don't break Zato's zombie stoicism: being stabbed, getting stuck in purgatory, almost being nuked, his victim ex trying to re-kill him, being confronted by and almost killed by the man whose life he ruined for profit

Things that do: his dad being nice to someone else

[twin-fantasies]

For the ask thing: 🎵???

thank you for the ask babe!!!!!

last song i listened to was drunk drivers/killer whales live from the boston steel!! that version of that is so special to me and i am Not Normal about it

[greywardenmonkey]

hot take ooh ouchie but solavellan is not half as tragic as soladash would have been

[rooftopdaigos]

every time I hear that Yagami is a boring character who lacks flaws I scratch my head quizzically. How

[sovaharbor]

sometimes i worry i post too much about ships and Romantic Stuff but then i remember this is my blog in this tiny corner of the wide internet and i can post about whatever i want tbh...

[chiropteracupola]

there is an essay to be written on rosemary sutcliff and the way she writes about art and disability in particular, I think.

[iridescent-x-pixie]

Watching free guy with mates n 2 cans down so far. Feel depressed but can't tell any1 properly about it cos I don't want to stress ppl out

[pizzaisgo]

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[islanddboyy]

i just burnt the last 4 years of my life in a bonfire on the beach with my mum

[blackmoldmp3]

got so scared i was getting sick but i just forgot to take my nasal spray last night lmao. but my god my sinuses. heavy???? disgusting

[shotmrmiller]

living in some dingy apartment building because it is all you can afford on your income unless you want to eat danimals yogurt and saltine crackers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. the stern landlady lives on the first floor, and some neighbors blast music on weekday nights (even if they didn't, the walls are paper-thin. you know more about the cambrian period than you'd like to, thanks to room 105) but it's a modest roof over your head and while the darkened grout lines in the bathroom are permanent, at least there's hot water.

until there isn't. and the landlady has mysteriously gone on vacation for the next two months.

what used to be a cathartic cleansing has now become your torment. every other day is hair wash day which means you're bent over the cold, porcelain edge of your tub, back screaming in protest and pain shooting up your bruised knees even though you've sacrificed one of your very nice pillows to avoid exactly that.

and showering is torture. the icy cold water feels like a thousand tiny claws scraping over your tender scalp, sinking into your trembling shoulders. you don't wait for your body to acclimate, just hastily scrub yourself as clean as you can and hop out, your chattering teeth and shaky breaths echoing through the tiny bathroom.

it's like this for a week and a half, a whole 10 days of suffering with showers so cold it feels like shards of ice biting into your goosepimpled skin when it stops. warmth bleeds into the stream of frostbitten water. finally, it soothes instead of stings. your coiled, tense muscles gradually slacken with relief, with unadulterated bliss. steam rises, the tips of your fingers and toes tingle as if thawing. gratitude wells in the corner of your eyes.

if you had any money you could afford to give, you would to your savior, but every dollar you own is earmarked for the bare essentials. so, with your thick, warm bathrobe cinched around your waist, you pen down a little heartfelt note to stick to the bulletin board downstairs before heading out for work.

thank you, whoever you are, for fixing the boiler. i could kiss you <3

when morning comes, you use one of the dull, golden tacks that previously held a lost pet flyer (sorry, bilbo the hamster, but it's been a year) and pin your note up.

only to come home and find it gone, a torn corner all that remains. maybe it's karma for your callousness towards someone's pet. (justice for bilbo.) you shrug it off, giddily skipping up the steps to wash off the day's stress with hot water.

but before you even hang your keys on the wall, there's a pounding on your door, hard enough to rattle it in its frame. and the masked man you see through the peephole isn't familiar. against your better judgment, you clear your throat before cracking open the door. "yes?"

the piece of paper he's holding in his dinner plate-sized hands seems incredibly small— and it's your note.

"i fixed the water." oh. "'m 'ere for wha' 'm owed." owed?

"i'm not— um. the kiss. it's just a figure of speech." the thick muscle of his bicep coils as he crosses his arms over his barrel chest. he's a very large man, as broad as your door.

if you slammed it closed on him, he'd probably leave it hanging by its hinges. that's not worth a measly kiss.

"okay. but on the cheek since i never specified where so it's dealer's choice."

he huffs out an amused breath but complies, hooking his thumb under the edge to pull up his balaclava just enough to expose his stubbled cheek. he's got a couple of scars; thin, slightly raised. run along the sharp edge of his jaw and disappear beneath the fabric.

he leans close, enough to hear his steady, slow exhales. he smells of dirt. salt. something smoky, tangy-- like on new years, minutes after the clock strikes 12.

your hands cradle his face as you rise to your tippy-toes, wetting your lips and crane your neck-- but he snaps his head to the side,

and takes the kiss he was owed.

(he takes a screwdriver to the ac unit next. wire cutters to the fuse box. nails to your tires. anything that'll inevitably lead you back to him. you tried paying him with dinner but the only thing he was interested in eating was your cunt.)

[thebctman]

Rewatching the show has given me a whole new perspective 3 years later. And one fundamental moment that I have an entirely new perception of is Viktor’s run. I truly believe it is the most important moment of Viktor’s story.

Not only because it underscores Viktor’s need for the hexcore but also because it fundamentally contrast Jayce’s inability to understand Viktor’s desires until the end of season 2.

Viktor is able to walk without support, to run. He is able to not just keep up with, but outrun the boat in the background of the bridge scene. The first moment of Viktor’s childhood we see is him try to keep up with the toy boat he made and set across the river. Viktor fails because of his disability and later him being able to do what his past self could not is an incredibly exhilarating feeling.

Jayce is the epitome of strength. He is a builder, a forger and a worker. He is loud, he is strong and unshaken. He is the personification of a hammer, always striking to leave an impact.

Jayce in his privilege, does not know what it’s like to be able to walk without support, to be able to live without the fear of having a countdown in your lungs due toxic fumes in your home.

And it is with this privilege Jayce does not understand how monumental it is for Viktor to want the hexcore destroyed. It is his one chance of freedom and he wanted it gone. Jayce does not understand this until it was too late.

Viktor was born waiting. He has always been waiting. Waiting for a chance to breathe, to live and to have a legacy. Viktor waits and waits to see if the Hexcore will him and it is that longing that binds his soul to the Hexcore.

Jayce does not understand this longing until Viktor is almost taken from him. He waits for him to return back to him but Viktor can wait no longer. Jayce is always a little too late when it comes to Viktor until the finale.

And it is in the finale where Jayce finally understands that makes it all more personal. That the Glorious Evolution comes from Viktor’s fear and his want.

The verbalization of his love for Viktor was incredible. That his imperfections were what he loved about him. That when he hallucinated Victor over that fire, Viktor had his cane with him. That Viktor can no longer wait, but Jayce can go with him. He can be there and choose him.

I now understand on a personal level what that scene means and what it meant to Viktor to not just be able to walk without support but to run.

I’ve been dealing with a knee injury for over half a year that has me unable to walk properly or even climb a single step without a brace. I don’t think it’s getting any better and I hope one day I have a bridge scene as well. I would do anything to be able to run again without pain, to wake up without pain.

I see myself in the way Viktor shifts all his weight onto his good leg without his cane, in the way he angles himself ever so slightly in the hopes that something will alleviate the pain. In the pure cathartic wonder on his face when he runs for the first time.

To see that all verbalized on Viktor’s face was incredibly bittersweet and I don’t if I could give up the Hexcore if I was able to do that. This moment underscores Viktor’s resilience, his personal strength and his want.