#was sending me into a frenzy

[ash-and-starlight]

taking the crumbs of venetian agna qel’a chewing biting gnashing on them until there aren’t even bones left and then spitting out. carnevale northern water tribe style

[parksnark]

Your father hurt you and your sister and no matter what anyone fucking thinks about it, guess what? He never gets to hurt anyone again.

[corvophobia]

this one goes out to the griddlehark cosplayers i met at mcm london comic con that were quite frankly SLAYING... i believe the right are @/takemetothedark and @/th3.mane.attraction on instagram and jarofgrubs is the gideon on the left!!!!!!

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

When the baby wants to come out at the worst possible time…

[mxntio]

he's everything to me

[lokittystuckinatree]

Out of every single relationship in the Whoniverse, whatever the Doctor and the Master have going on just hits different. Like a rock. I’m sure everyone feels this way about their fave Doctor ship, but my experience is that once you go Thoschei, you cannot go back. Given the narrative symmetry, character foiling, interwoven parallels, tragically dramatic irony, frustratingly unspeakable ambiguous romance that defies traditional ship canonization in the true chaotic spirit of Doctor Who, and a unique backstory setup that allows the characters to have history that other individuals cannot match, while fate (and the format of the show) pushes them together over and over again indefinitely, without hope of lasting reconnection lest the setup break, the Doctor and Master’s codependent anti-soulmate life or death partnership arguably (narratively) cheapens every other pairing beyond comparison. Their tragedy never leaves you. (And keeps you up at night)

[weepynymph]

I gotta talk about this moment even though it's been discussed a million times

Zuko, opening up to someone about his scar for the first time (from what we’ve seen in the show at least, but we can reasonably assume he hasn’t spoken about it like this since he got it) and explicitly stating that whilst he's always associated it with with failures ('the mark of the banished prince'), he's finally ready to take control and change his life for the better. And whilst he has accepted that he can never change his scar, it’s ok because he still has the power to change his destiny.

And despite this assurance, Katara, the healer, still jumps in and offers to heal it anyway, understanding that this is still a burden she could lift from him - 'What if you could be free of it?'

She knows it won't change his life in the same way taking control of his own destiny will, but still, it's like she can't help but try to ease his pain. Even if it's a pain that's long since become a permanent part of him, something that might seem surface level or cosmetic to others - 'It's a scar, it can't be healed.'

And then we have this

'I've been saving it for something important.'

This. Healing Zuko's scar. A wound that has, for all intents and purposes already healed and is not longer a threat to his life, but still burdens him emotionally. That has come to represent all of his trauma. This Katara considers important enough to use her limited and precious supply of spirit oasis water. In the middle of a war. In the middle of a dangerous journey to save the world in which she and her friends might be seriously injured at any time (including in this scene, where Ba sing se is literally under attack as they speak).

And if that weren't enough

'I don't know if it would work'

Now, I don't know the mechanics of spirit water in the atla universe, but it seems to be pretty heavily implied later in the episode when she uses the water to heal Aang, and for a moment thinks that it hasn't worked, that it's sort of a one-time deal.

Which means that she's willing to potentially waste the spirit water just on the off-chance that it might remove the scar. Which in the context of the wider story seems utterly insane.

But Katara thinks it's worth the risk.

And presented with this opportunity, this beautiful, selfless offer to ease his suffering, even on a purely physical, surface level, Zuko wordlessly submits, and lets her touch his scar.

Now, Katara doesn't know quite how significant this touch is (although she's very emotionally intuitive so I'm sure she has some inkling of the gravity of this action) but we do. We know that Zuko doesn't let anyone touch his scar, ever. So what this communicates to us as an audience is that Zuko is allowing himself, for the first time, to put his complete trust in someone. To be completely, 100% vulnerable with them.

And the moment of touch is all the more significant because, in many ways, it isn't even strictly necessary.

Katara's hands are empty, she isn't putting the spirit water to his face, to attempting to heal it here. And while I'd argue this touch could be a practical one - assessing the damage of the scar with her hands to see how to proceed before she uses the water - the moment after, right before they are interrupted, isn't one of practical, medical assessment, but of intimacy.

The way Zuko waits, patiently, eyes closed, and the way Katara pauses, just for a moment, doing what I can only describe as gazing at him, and that slow blink in the middle- Again, not examining his scar or reaching for the spirit water to begin, but just taking it all in.

It's so breathtakingly intimate and vulnerable - a point of connection between these two people who are supposedly so completely different but are, here, somehow so alike in their openness and understanding of one another.

That Katara offers to heal Zuko's scar even when he's said moments before that he's made his peace with the fact that he's never be free of it. And the way he accepts her offer without words because she's right, part of him does want to be free of it.

It's just an absolute masterclass in creating an immediate and powerful connection and bond between two characters in an incredibly short space of time from a start point of complete opposition without rushing it or making it seem implausible.

[makalauriels]

Tom Bombadil song is sounding so good, I am going a little insane.

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Don't ask me what this is, I needed Jon and Elias at the end of the world

Here and there Jon’s eyes twitched as if he wished they would close; a faint, last echo of blasphemy that Jonah soothed easily with a gentle stroke of his hair. Neither of them talked much anymore — to each other, at least. There was plenty to say and to record, endless horrors to witness and exchange from one mouth to another, but that hardly left time for basic conversation.

Not that they needed it. They were beyond such simplistic notions. They were Gods.

Or, well. Jon was. Jonah was quite content to be the shepherd that had guided him there. After all, who was more powerful? The man who held the whole world in his pupil, or his creator? The monstrous divinity, or the king who’d trapped it in the gaze of his beloved and kept it well-fed and well-loved at his feet?

Jon’s chant against his thigh was melodic, decadent and terrifying; Jonah was not getting tired of it — he knew he would never get tired ever again, for all of eternity. Let everyone else outside weep with fear. Jonah and Jon’s tears were made of ecstasy.

Soon it would be his turn again to carry the voice of the Watcher. Just for a little while — a gift, for offering Jon and the rest of the world to it. A small respite for his archivist, as well; a quiet lull to think, to itch ever closer to Jonah, grasping at him with the hunger of a starving man, cursing him and begging him all at once. Wishing for death. Wishing for more. Remembering that outside, somewhere, there was still a pocket of darkness that escaped their Eyes and not knowing anymore whether this was a threat or merely hope.

Under his fingers Jon shuddered, speaking faster. Jonah licked his lips, curled his hand around the smooth leather of Jon’s collar, and pulled it with no real strength. This, too, had become unnecessary. The smallest gesture built a whole picture that both of them knew and understood in a single heartbeat.

Jon raised his head to meet his gaze; immediately Jonah felt breathless, falling into the beautiful endless dark of Jon’s pupils. He acted fast, bending over his seat to swallow the words right out of Jon’s lips, and they both gasped as more knowledge poured in their heads. Oh, Jonah thought, how hungry he still was, and how powerful they both were, like this, right now, in this perfect equilibrium. Jon whimpered, rising from the ground to get closer. Jonah helped him up, well practised now in manhandling him until Jon was sitting on his lap, his two burning palms pressing over Jonah’s cheeks.

The heavy chains locked over their wrists were long enough for Jonah to wrap his arms around Jon’s waist, nails grazing over the length of his naked back. Jon rocked against him — out of instinct, with no real desire for completion as the God he’d become craved that sort of pleasure even less than his old human self had, and Jonah kept still, too busy devouring all he could from the never ending feast that lived unto Jon’s tongue.

The pain of being granted a small part of the divine was worth it, of course. Eventually Jonah let his head fall back, his throat taken over, his eyes filled to the brim with the beautiful nightmare that their world had been twisted into, and it was only distantly he heard Jon take a sharp breath, forehead falling into the crook of his neck. 

“Jonah,” he whispered hoarsely against his skin. “Jonah, they are coming again.”

Let them come, Jonah thought.

“They think — fire. Fire. They made sure we couldn’t run.”

“Would you run?” Jonah’s mouth asked. “Would you preserve this, what we have become, if you could?”

“I— Yes,” Jon breathed. It sounded wretched and guilty and absolutely certain, the horrid truth ripped from him like everything else. “Yes.”

Let them come, Jonah repeated. If we burn, they will burn with us. And if we don’t — all the more to gorge ourselves with, my love.

[minabyrd]

Title: black moons in those eyes of her

Author: minabyrd

Fandom: Agatha All Along

Pairing: Agatha Harkness / Rio Vidal

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 4430

Chapters: 1/3

Summary: the rise and fall of agatha harkness.

the key moments and players (especially the players) in her life to understand how we got to where we are on the road

Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Femslash, Romance, Humor, agatha: [speaks] rio: blah blah blah... proper name... place name...

Read on AO3!

[catz4ever]

Help!... Step-Dadar has me in a tight choke hold...🫠

[chiquilines]

I just like putting them in silly little outfits

[frenzyarts]

Not to uh, drag you into The Discourse, and you don't even have to answer this ask publicly at all, but you recently reblogged a post that criticized "men being lesbians". I understand that the post is directly speaking about making room for afab men over amab women (and even my description is a bit of an oversimplification for a few reasons), and this is a real problem, but I'd also like to encourage you to consider that the overlap between trans masculine people and (c)afab lesbians is a historical one, that there are many trans mascs who found community with lesbians when they weren't wanted anywhere else, that he/him lesbians exist and are real, that stone butches of many stripes (including trans butches!) are still driven out of their own communities, etc. "There is no place for men in lesbianism" is an inherently ahistorical claim, because there are trans mascs who held both identities at once, and struggled with feeling a sense of belonging *anywhere*. A good book to read is Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg. You don't have to agree with me, you don't have to respond, I just wanted to provide you with another perspective. Have a good day! 💚

If you think you're offering me "another perspective" you're making a lot of assumptions about what my perspective is at all. We are on the same page and the post I reblogged does not negate that. See this is the issue, anytime a lesbian is like "I don't like men" people are like BUT DID YOU CONSIDER THE TRANSMASCS AND THE HE/HIM LESBIANS AND THE- yes!!! They are all in the lesbian community! Bold of you to automatically assume we didn't consider them just because we're complaining about men! This is exactly what that post was about: any time anyone brings this topic up, they get instantly seen as terfs or get anti-terf talking points told to them as if they didn't know. No one is saying trans mascs can't be a part of the lesbian community, many nonbinary trans mascs are lesbians. I myself am literally a non binary lesbian.

I need you to think about the fact that I reblogged one (1) post, didn't even comment on it, and you're in my inbox like "have you heard of stone butch blues?" "Did you know about trans mascs?" "did you know he/him lesbians exist?" as if I'm uneducated.

Every point you brought up is something I already believed. But I need you to consider how many lesbians literally all the time from all directions get "you're a woman you need to like men" and "I'm a man and I can change you" shoved down our throats. In a patriarchal society, being a woman who doesn't like men is rebellion. So you can see why some lesbians might be a little irked that we can't complain about that shit without people assuming we're either 1) uneducated or 2) instantly responding with "saying lesbians can't like men is a terf dog whistle" - As if we don't consider trans women to be women. As if we don't include trans masculine people, nonbinary people, and he/him lesbians in our community. As if we dared to complain about men so we must be uneducated. As if we don't like men so we must be a terf. Do you see the issue.

[vibrantvetty]

“He was so proud of this one…”

[juletheghoul]

I am hanging on by a fucking thread