#we will never surrender

[theangelcatalogue]

Let the Space Age Bachelorettes Baby domination begin

[imaxyxia2]

[free-luigi]

We knew censorship was coming

I hope this blog doesn’t get shut down.

[capsensislagamoprh]

You can go ahead and blame @ruanek & @blonndiec for this shit. SUCK IT UP, BITCHES!

<3 you all. Party in Ten-Forward!

[wizzard890]

And I saw another beast come up out of the earth...and he spake as a dragon. (Revelation 13:11)

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The Coronation of His Majesty King Bastian I - The Hour of Wolves

When he was born he was a small thing. A screaming infant, a second son, destined perhaps for military greatness, but never dukedom. Never inheritance. Never conquest.

But at the inception of the light, the birth of the world, the moment between silence and splendor when The Glory breathed across the scope of creation: he was no small thing then.

Even then, he was coming.

His rise runs with blood: knives in the back, poison, betrayal, kidnapping and vengeance.

His rise burns with greatness: glory, family, rescue, love and ferocity.

The secret world recognized him before he knew himself. A fairy witch marked his passing and offered her slender wrist for his talons. A dead sun opens its mouth for him, a vanished Christ is his counterpart, a death knight worships before him, a raven-haired little girl holds the hand of her doting and beloved father.

The world we know calls him king of France, the monarch of a seized throne, a general who has promised the great lords England on its knees.

The Devil, in his own tongue, may call him son. The Glory has said nothing.

Would you know him if you saw him? Would you recognize what he is?

Bow, while you consider, and kiss his ring. There is a crown of flame upon his brow.

[ano-po]

Naalala mo yung tito o kapitbahay mo'ng asa sa nanay kase hindi ganon kalaki yung sweldo n'ya para magkaroon sya ng sariling bahay? Sabihin pa ng ibang magulang na batugan s'ya kase andali lang naman sana magkabahay. Ikaw na bata, may pangarap magka mansyon tapos feeling mo kaya mo kase masipag at matalino ka naman. Tapos pagtanda natin wala satin kaya maka-afford ng bahay at 25 even though 4-7 years na tayo nagta trabaho 😆. At hindi lang 'to problema ng kapitbahay mong batugan, kase ikaw manager or tl na, pero nakatira parin sa nanay mo. Okay lang, kase napauso naman yung 'take your time, 30s is the new 25', hindi beh, by the time na 30 na ako, 6million na ang basic unit. 'take your time, 40s is he new 30s'. Just tell me nalang beh that I will never afford a house ever. You're just making me surrender my right. Kase kahit ma promote pa ako, the ratio of house prices to sweldo will never change, worse, lalaki pa. Ewan ko kung may sense tong sinasabi ko pero... Mabuhay ang rebolusyon.

[novelconcepts]

Do you ever just lay awake at night, turning over in your head the stark difference in delivery between Hewson's Van saying--steadily, unshakably--"it's just something that's happening to you...happening to us" and Cypress' Taissa saying--imploringly, whiningly--"this was not just my dream, this was our dream"?

Do you ever just turn it over and over, how often Tai tried to scare Van away, and how it only made Van set her feet more firmly? How Taissa's first love was this person who saw a problem fall into Taissa's lap, a problem that was quite literally trapped inside Taissa's body, and decided unflinchingly: No, that's an us problem now? How she refused point-blank to walk away even with blood in her mouth, how she flatly informed Tai "I'm never gonna be scared of you", and promptly turned a moment of pain into a declaration of love? And how this would etch itself into Taissa for the rest of her life? How she'd take these things that worked with Van--with the person Van was, with the bond they shared--and try so hard to run through an identical script with Simone?

Except Simone is her own person. A completely different kind of person. A person who hasn't been offered any of the context, any of the realities going on inside Taissa. So: naturally she doesn't respond the way Van did at eighteen--and will go on to do all over again in her forties. Naturally, she hears our dream as the excuse it is, not as a plea for connection. Naturally, she is scared away when Taissa pushes, and shouts, and begs. Because there isn't blood in her mouth, not yet, but there will be. And they have a son to worry about. And she isn't eighteen and a special kind of immortal, a special kind of romanticized. She's a grown woman with responsibilities, with priorities, with an understanding that you can't fix someone just because you love them. And Tai can't just perform a revival of the play she and Van had memorized twenty-five years later with a whole new performer in the works, and expect it to shake out the same.

Of course it doesn't work. But look at Taissa trying it. Look at Taissa trying to reframe her first love through a new lens. Trying to recast it. Trying to play it through again. Van taught her love was sticking out the blood, shaking off the pain, making a you problem into an us problem. Does it ever just eat at you, how tragic it is, watching Taissa try to shape her marriage around a woman who isn't even wearing a ring?

[vox-anglosphere]

'Never Surrender' was a WWII Churchill speech that inspired millions

[fragilefangirl]

Personally I think when Snow opened his eyes in the hereafter it would be in the meadow of the Covey house with Lucy Gray and her goat just out of reach, and he would call her name and she wouldn't turn. He'd walk and he still couldn't reach her. There were mockingjays in the sky chirping endlessly, and he ran and screamed and ran and screamed and Lucy Gray still wouldn't turn. She was there, at peace and on her own, humming her meadow song. Completely unaware of him as he was imprisoned in this most peaceful hell, agonizing for the control and love that was no longer his.

[kakerutori]

Mike (and Will when Mike wants to dance with him) listens to Conan Gray btw. Sobs to Superache and jams out to Found Heaven regularly in his 50s and beyond. Just so you know

[scoutshorror]

fall is abundant in bad news, unwellness, and letdowns. THE HORRORS PERSIST BUT SO DO I i’m gonna make this time of the year enjoyable no matter what, i might be experiencing agonies but they’re pumpkin scented agonies

[ofmermaidstories]

@chthonianqueen93 uploaded the first chapter of the podfic version of surrender and i wanted to make some art for it. 😭 i like pretending im a graphic designer. 😌 but anyways making these was fun bc a) it gave me a lil break away from writing and b) it made me realise how much i wanna make stuff for other fics by other people lmaoooo. (so i can play at being a graphic designer more hehe)

[decaf-mother]

My mental health decided to drop into the abyss so if I evaporate then oops

[capsensislagamoprh]

Okay, but hear me out.

They go to see Beka's falcon. Yes. His Falcon. (Delicious, YoI animators. Feed me more.) Because of fucking corse they do. Yuri will not let that pass. He has HAS to see it.

Traditional dress and all that. Very smexy Beka. They all look good, as they do. Love it. Moar.

ANYWAY!

So they also go apple picking, because Almaty + Apples = natch. You go to Almaty, you get apples. It's what you do.

Now, Yuri be smol. So Beka lifts him on his shoulders and they gather apples that way. Very cool. Fun times for all.

Victor is all: o.o 0.0 YUUUuuuuuUUUUUUri!

Yuuri: Seriously? Fine.

Only it's tall assed Victor on Yuuri's shoulder's picking apples. Because of fucking Course it is.

[tinogiehd]

ok

[gravesung-moving]

@never-surrender ( togame ).

❝ FINALLY. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH to show your face. ❞ the border between bofurin and shishitoren territory is no longer guarded by malice. the boys with orange jackets are starting to invoke less fear around sakura's neck of the woods — and on the occasion his ears pick up nasty gossip, he can't help but set it straight. they're still lame, but we kicked some sense into 'em.

he'd rather die on the spot than admit the anticipation that buzzes in his chest at seeing togame again. but that doesn't stop him from cracking a wicked smile at the other boy as he approaches. ❝ the hell are you doin' here? couldn't wait to come crawling back for a rematch, huh? ❞