#well she hasn't yet has she?

[getvalentined]

I wonder if people realize that if they don't like the way someone is organizing a fandom event, they can just make their own. They don't have to be nasty to the person heading up the event they don't like. They don't have to send anon messages with intent to make them feel bad. They don't have to spread lies about the person heading up the event. They don't have to do anything like this.

They can literally just make their own event. No one is stopping them.

But I guess I shouldn't expect better from this crowd.

[qoldenskies]

i feel like out of everyone april would be the worst with self-deprecating humor. the boys have self-esteem issues but they're literally all the types to play up confidence or double down instead of addressing them (raph the least, but he can be pretty stubborn at times), but april's momentum only takes her so far and she is pretty willing to admit defeat if her usual methods dont work. the speed at which she falls back into the idea that she cant do anything right,,, there's probably a point where she jokes about it before it even happens to prepare herself for disappointment, right?

[briskchips]

are u rocking with eternalholly

Not really... but I think the potential is there!

I won't lie, it hasn't really bitten me the same way shadowvanilla did. I think the thing about Hollyberry's chapters that's drawing me in the most is Hollyberry herself. I find the exploration of Hollyberry's alcoholism, its relation to her being a neglectful mother + ruler, and her possible self worth issues far more interesting than any ship. I'm REALLY looking forward to seeing how that resolves in ch 10.

I think I'm having trouble finding an interesting dynamic between them just yet because we don't know enough about Eternal Sugar. The main appeal to me with beast x ancient ships is the "you are the only one who understands" mentality; they are all literally soulmates (not necessarily romantically), and that divine, irresistible connection is what draws me in, but I don't think we've seen the empty part of Eternal Sugar's struggle that Hollyberry is meant to fill just yet. Based on the little bit of her past we saw, I definitely think there's potential! But as of right now, I only see it as exactly how its presented in canon: Eternal Sugar is obsessed with Hollyberry for specifics we don't yet know, and Hollyberry just wants out (still a fantastic dynamic).

Also just as a personal preference for shipping, I LOOOOOVE a slowburn. That's why shadownilla was so good for me, because it was set up a year ago irl, and AGES ago in fiction (and in my ideal world, it would take them ages beyond where they left off in canon before they approached anything resembling a real relationship). They had a lotta time to cook. But with eternalholly, because Hollyberry is only just now becoming aware of Eternal Sugar's existence, it doesn't really hit the same for me

[hideawayfairy]

Hellaverse G/t Appreciation Post

[slayerdurge]

i gotta say i do love durge & minthara just standing in the corner cheering on astarion as he ascends. best enablers in baldur's gate. 💖

[kelvintimeline]

severance ship wars are going to destroy the fandom meanwhile it's just gonna be me slutting devon out with every female character i can think of. devon scout? devon scoutting for women to rebound from her shit marriage

[gingermintpepper]

For the longest time, the quintessential song describing Apollo's wrath and consequent murder of Coronis for me was Marah in the Mainsail's 'Your Work isn't Done'.

It's dark. It's seething. Its image of Fate pushing the scorned speaker to complete his foul, terrible work of killing the man who stole his lover away from him is particularly powerful and it's always evoked this gruesomely tragic evolution of a glassy eyed Apollo stumbling through the streets, weak-legged and trembling from the betrayal growning more and more wrathful 'til he can think of no other course than to aim his bow and shoot. The price of betraying his trust is death and Coronis betrayed so much more than just his trust by taking Ischys as her lover.

The song itself captures that sensation of building wrath so well too. From the lonely guitar and vocals at the beginning which evoke this lonely, stripped back but distant grief to the way the singer is practically screaming his refrain of "Your work here isn't done" by the end, accompanied by the full blasting of instruments and an omnious chorus at his side, everything about this song is centered around building stakes, building realisations, building tensions and it creates this feeling of the speaker growing closer and closer with each new verse and chorus that adds to his anger.

There's also the absolute treasure trove of lyrics that work so well for specifically this tale. A brief overview of some of my favourites include;

- There's a crow overhead singing "Oh, Death is my friend."

- And though you think your time has come, the wheels of Fate have spun. Death has declared your work here isn't done.

- There's a girl on my heart safe ashore in her lover's arms

There's just such a vivid image to be drawn here - of Apollo's emotions being swallowed by his rage, of his resolve to end everything the more he bears witness to Coronis' brazen affair. There's even a strong female voice in the first two verses which seem to egg the speaker on in his spiral - a perfect opening to include Artemis who wishes for her brother to hunt that which brought him such pain alongside her. An Artemis who reinforces just what Coronis has done, an Artemis who does not want her brother to repress his anger after such grave an insult just because love was once there.

To me, it was perfect. Apollo's killing of Coronis was a crime of passion, an execution he sometimes cannot even bring himself to commit according to who is telling the tale. It's a wretched situation, harrowing, suffocating and cruel but if not by Apollo's hands, Coronis would simply die by another's. She cannot live after what she has done. The gods simply would not allow it.

AND THEN MY BIAS WAS COMPLETELY WRECKED BY LORD HURON.

Now, let it be known, I am a huge Lord Huron fan. Strange Trails is perhaps the most Apollo-coded album I've ever heard and songs like Yawning Grave and The Balancer's Eye capture such a visceral, gorgeous portrait of cosmic grief and anger that they haven't really left my brain since I first listened to them. Still, 'Setting Sun' from their Lonesome Dream album completely flew under my radar. Maybe it's because the commercial version is so much snappier than the Alive from Whispering Pines recording, maybe it's because I just hadn't listened to Lord Huron's discography in a while but my god. My god.

This song has it all; a quiet menace in its music, a strong male singer who sounds only barely restrained, an absolute HOST of lyrics that are so wonderfully perfect for the scenario -- after getting over how wonderful the song itself is, I immediately dethroned Your Work isn't Done because ultimately, 'Setting Sun' has something in abundance that 'Your Work isn't Done' minimised in order to focus on the wrath driving the song forward.

And that's love.

Setting Sun is so powerful because it's not just a revenge ballad - it's a dirge, a breakup song, a lament, a regret manifesto. So many times during the song, the speaker wonders when his lover stopped loving him. He recounts intimate moments and wonders if his lover was thinking of the other man when she was enjoying herself, wonders if anything she'd said was even real. And I love that so, so much.

Ultimately, Apollo adored Coronis. As inevitable as her death was, he regretted every second of it. No matter how angry, no matter how betrayed, no matter how intensely he was shamed, he still loved her. He weeps for her when she dies, he screams and grieves and cries when he's faced with her corpse. In some tales, no matter the cocktail of emotion driving him, he simply cannot bring himself to kill her. He'd rather cry in Artemis' arms and take his anger out on his own servant than hurt her. His own father has to dispatch Ischys since Apollo can't even bring himself to hurt that which Coronis once loved. Of course, in this case, Apollo's going to kill someone but the point is, it's not a decision of pure anger so much as its this complicated, horrible mix of resolve and lost love.

And my god does Setting Sun capture this conflict, passion, grief and love so well. UGH, I'm vibrating just thinking about it -- there are so many points where I hear its lyrics and can vividly picture Apollo, jaw clenched looking Coronis in her eyes and quietly confronting her.

Coronis, returning home at twilight after spending the day with Ischys to Apollo stringing his bow, "Oh? Is he ready to die for you baby? No, but you know I would."

Coronis lying to him about who she's spent her time with and Apollo's soft, near pained, "Does it hurt when you lie to me? If you asked, I would set you free."

I even really love the image of a Coronis who runs away from Apollo upon realising what will soon happen, not to escape his arrows but to warn Ischys who does not know what will happen. Of Apollo getting into his stance, taking aim at them and gathering his strength as the final refrains rings out "I know I'll never reclaim your love and that's as hard as it gets, so I'll be taking a life when the sun sets."

Other favourite lines of mine include;

- Oh, is he ready to die for you baby, now that the deed is done?

- Tell me when did I lose your love? Was it him you were thinking of?

- And I could never betray your love, you had me heart and soul. You might never have known it girl, but I was all yours.

And ultimately, I just like this conflicted portrait of premeditated murder much more than the crime of passion 'Your Work isn't Done' paints. Crimes of passion - especially when Apollo is concerned - are tragic in their own right, but in Coronis' case, I think I prefer it so much more when there's no way for Apollo's action to be misconstrued for anything other than what it is, especially since he goes on to cut Asclepius from his mother's corpse then carry on with building her funeral pyre. I think there's something so much more impacting about Apollo being unable to hide away from Coronis' blood on his hands and him having to raise Asclepius with those selfsame hands.

Love of the mortal does not supercede the responsibility of the divine. If Coronis' sentence no matter what is death, who better to lead her gently to the knife than he who still loves her?

[bumblingbabooshka]

In 'vis a vis' Janeway doesn't mention B'Elanna in the list of people who're worried about Tom which implies that B'Elanna didn't report the fact that "Tom" grabbed her arm, called her a disappointment and broke up with her (as Janeway definitely would have mentioned it as evidence of him acting strange if she knew about it) which makes sense on several different fronts but also makes me scream and cry loud enough to break glass.

[tricoufamily]

a current day nils and a 90s college student nils who's way too intense about his internship walk into a bar

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Rambling about the Springtrap fangame idea in the tags.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

the t-rated beginning to what would be a lemon featuring (1) transgender Nana, (2) a porn trope so shamelessly horny and weird about women i feel compelled to say that kotarou is NOT conceived between them, and (3) the friends-with-benefits nanahiko situationship of all time

wc: ~1.2k

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“I’m back!” Shimura cried out, gracefully sliding through the open window of their shared office space. It was a practice they maintained if one of them had to stay tied to the desk (for overdue paperwork, if nothing else). Since she was in the habit of letting her boots hit the floor with a thump, Sorahiko didn’t flinch from the noise.

What did cause him to look up was the lack of any indicators to Sorahiko’s missing lunch. Shimura had been gone for two hours with no warning other than a brief text. His emergency stash of taiyaki eased the worst of his hunger, but he was, to be blunt, annoyed that she hadn’t picked up even a courtesy carton of yakisoba.

And then he forgot to be annoyed.

“Shimura?” he asked.

She twirled around. Her skirt and cape flared, her hair swung with the movement, and Sorahiko gaped, because the flight suit had been tailored, but never had it had to accommodate these particular curves. Thighs. Hips. Waist. Breasts.

The buzzing, useless voice in his head insisted that this could not possibly be Shimura, because for the entirety of their friendship, Shimura had had the figure of a man.

Well. Perhaps he could be more frank in his head. 

For the entirety of their friendship, Shimura identified as a woman. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t removed the fish and tackle, or that her pectorals were dense muscle and not fatty tissue. It didn’t matter that she sometimes arrived to the agency with a ghost of stubble, or that her throat had a defined bump. If it weren’t for Japan being a little reluctant to get with the times, Seventh Wonder would be giving Recovery Girl a run for her money at the gendered popularity rankings.

This absurdly fantastical vision of a buxom, muscled woman of incredible stature was undoubtedly Shimura’s dream-goal. But—how?

“Who the fuck hit you with a Sex Quirk?” Sorahiko demanded.

“Sex Change Quirk, Sorahiko,” she corrected. The register for her voice was still low, a warm seductive sound with the same lilt, the same cadence. “And who said I didn’t ask for it, hm?”

“Who, Shimura?”

“Ah, relax, it was Minamori-chan. You know, the lady who ducked the illegal Quirk usage ticket because you’re an ally, and I’m a member of the community?”

“… I remember,” Sorahiko partially lied. Minamori. Illegal Quirk usage ticket, but never recorded. Caught on-site at some independent filming location. His memories informed him it was a barely furnished apartment studio that benefited from Jet’s gusts of wind. Shimura had gotten her number. “I remember her Quirk affects bodies, but didn’t they revert within the day or whatever?”

Shimura stopped at the front of his desk and slapped her gloved palms on the surface. “That’s the thing! I asked her a while back whether or not she’d figured out how to make the change permanent, and—well! You’ll find this funny. For one whole lunar cycle, if you wanted to keep a male body, you had to, uh, empty the tank. So to speak.”

“The tank,” he echoed.

“Come dry every night,” she said, and Sorahiko wanted to sink into his seat and wither away in embarrassment. He didn’t even have a minute to sit with this particular statement, because then Shimura said, “And if you want to keep a female body, you… uh… you have to just. Be. Well. Ejaculated into? Every night?”

“I’m sorry,” Sorahiko said blankly, half his attention fixed on the task of not staring at Shimura’s new chest, eye-catching as that bust was. “The condition for permanence was what?”

“Don’t make me repeat it,” she whined. 

He re-worded it for her. “Who the fuck has a Sex Quirk—”

“Sex Change, Sorahiko—”

“Some kind of porn trope of a Quirk with the condition that you need to be inseminated from one new moon to the next?!” he barked. He shook his head like a dog trying to shake water from its coat, except in his case, it was him trying to shake off the thought of Shimura being—goddamn it—fucked raw. And, if it hadn’t been clear yet, bred like there was nothing more to her desired body than her uterus. His mouth twisted. “You don’t need a baby to be a woman, Shimura.”

“I know that,” Shimura said.

“Can’t you transition using, I don’t know, shots and gels?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she said, “if I had the goshdarn money, partner.” She gestured at her body, drawing full attention to—everything. If Shimura had been built before, she was stacked now. Sorahiko was rapidly coming to terms with his apparently flexible sexuality. “I didn’t have an issue with how long it would take. I would’ve waited years for the surgeries. The problem is that our medical insurance doesn’t cover transitioning.”

“I know that,” Sorahiko protested. “But surely you don’t want to have unsafe sex with strangers?”

She gave him a cagey look. It was remarkably similar to her guilty one. “It doesn’t have to be with a stranger…”

He jerked upright. Surely—no. They had mutual friends, and friends who were out of each other’s network. People who they wouldn’t have to see for work in the day after a night in bed. But Shimura was circling his desk and trapping him at his seat, kneeling and holding his wrists at the arms of the chair. There was a new curve to her jawline; had she wanted it softened? Was his memory already adjusting to accommodate Shimura’s favored form? She said, “It needs to be nightly, Sorahiko.”

There was something like panic building in his nerves. “Me. Me? The whole time?”

“Do you—not like women?”

The crestfallen note in her voice caused Sorahiko’s panic to boil over. “Women are great,” he said loudly, tripping over the sheer inanity of the statement. “They’re—they’re awesome. I love ‘em. But, uh, I don’t know if you want me to—every night?”

“I trust you,” she said plainly. 

This, on top of everything else, lanced his anxiety and bled it clean down to his most basic instinct: to be her best friend, her partner through thick and thin, her fucking (pun not intended, shit) bulwark against the bigots of her family and society. Sorahiko swallowed his self-doubt and steeled himself. He nodded. He said, “Alright, Shimura. You’re happy with how you look, though? No buyer’s remorse?”

She grinned. “Sorahiko, I couldn’t get better boobs if I tried.”

A bubble of helpless, affectionate laughter escaped him. “Ha! Ha, yeah, they’re—geez, you look good, Shimura. You’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I’m happy,” she echoed, and she boosted herself to her feet by pushing her hands against his knees. Sorahiko got a glorious eyeful of her chest rising above him. “We’ll talk after work, yeah? Hash out the specifics.”

“Yeah, sure. My place?”

“You’ve got the nicer bed.”

“And a stocked kitchen.” When Shimura scoffed and pretended to dust off her red half-skirt, Sorahiko cleared his own throat and bravely ruined the mood. Because if Shimura was going to retain her new anatomy and physiology for the future, then… “Should I buy you, uh, sanitary… pads? Tampons?”

Shimura pursed her lips. “Are you asking if you have to suffer period sex?”

“I’d do it for you,” he said honestly.

“That’s…” She bounced on her heels, and it took everything for Sorahiko to study her hair (still shoulder-length, but he knew Shimura wanted to grow it out longer) instead of the new perkiness of her assets. “That’s really heartwarming, Sorahiko! I don’t think Minamori-chan said anything about a menstrual cycle for the first month, but I’ll ask her later.”

“Alright.”

She grinned down at him. “Wanna go clothes shopping with me and Chiyo-chan?”

“I have limits, Shimura.”

[thefabelmans2022]

if my 15 year old anti-rpf warrior self could see me now. in the mattfleck trutherism trenches.

[brionysea]

I have been reminded that s3 is one big sigh. my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

[getreadytosmash]

Decided to do some lil' piccrews of the team as kids to help deal with irl stress right now. Order of the pics are in the tags and this was fun to portray everyone as when they were younger!

[bitchthefuck1]

Literally without fail every couple of weeks my manager will be like "this communication should have gone out already, why have you not sent it???" and I have to find a polite way to be like, girl YOU didn't approve it

[widowshill]

r/v + loneliness.

102 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch. 4 / 4 / 8 / Art Wallace, Shadows on the Wall / 603 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch 4. / 473 / Richard Sherman, Demo: "Lovely, Lonely Man/Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Finale" / 2