#whether platonic or romantic or whatever

[pippin-pippout]

Well shit. Ok thoughts on Law’s backstory.

I knew the gist of it going in. Law was ill, Rosinante was a marine. Rosinante loved Law. Doffy killed him.

I also knew that Corazon/Rosinante wanted to leave Law with a smile like his dad did for him. I was not expecting it to be a moment of hilarity because Rosinante’s smile is so scary it just freaks Law out. Good thing Sugar never met him or that’d be all it took for her to pass out.

I love that Corazon in many ways acted as both the adult and child in the relationship. He was the silly one. It felt like he was getting to relive a bit of his childhood too.

I loved his choice to keep from Law that he was a marine because he wanted Law to like him. In a way that felt like the action of a kid. And Law of course saw through it, but didnt care so long as Rosinante loved him.

It’s weird that Vergo was the first Corazon/Heart since he has none. Meanwhile Rosinante encapsulated that attribute.

The ending was packed with tear jerking moments. From Corazon’s I Love You to his pulling a gun on Doffy knowing it wouldn’t work to of course…

Staying alive just long enough for Law to keep the silence power and escape. The moment we know Rosinante is dead is the first moment we hear Law’s screams of despair. Just long enough so that they’re covered by the sound of canon fire as Rosinante’s body is covered in snow.

His last wish for Law to be free, and Law setting his focus on revenge and finishing Corazon’s mission in Dressrosa, and so not really being free from the past. Yet as that mission closes, Law is inexplicably drawn to Luffy, the symbol of Freedom.

Corazon would be happy to see Law with Luffy

[waitineedaname]

not romantic or platonic but a secret third thing (bonded pair)

[fenglianist]

thinking about xie lian and yin yu again and how much they have in common and how well they understand each other and how xie lian was the one by yin yu's side as yin yu died and hugged and comforted him in his last moments

wanting to be perfect and virtuous but failing to live up to their own idealized high expectations of themselves and others' expectations of them. falling from grace. losing everything from their old lives. becoming a burnt-out, faded, even depressed version of their former glorious selves. almost giving in to resentment and bitterness in their lowest points and carrying that guilt and shame forever. they have so much in common. they get each other.

[xjulixred45x]

I HAVE A ANGST IDEA FOR A HADES GAME READER!

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

Did you see how Demeter made all life on earth incredibly difficult for mortals as punishment for having "stolen her daughter"? Well, based on the fact that in myths people literally DYING OF STARVATION (and apparently in the game, of cold) this idea came to me.

Imagine that the reader is a normal mortal, nothing particularly remarkable, EXCEPT that she is a farmer with the rest of her family, who just before the eternal winter came, they worshiped Demeter so they could have good crops and so on.

but then, without warning, winter arrives.

At first it's not so bad, because they can ration certain things and get by with some groceries, but as the months go by and the winter continues to get worse, so does the situation in the reader's house.

The surrounding villages begin to have pests, have problems with resources, not having to eat, etc. and the first deaths begin thanks to this, which quickly spread throughout the community where the reader lives.

The first to fall from the family are the most vulnerable, the grandparents and children of the reader's younger siblings, to whom they perform the appropriate funeral rituals along with all the people who had already died due to the winter.

Everyone's life is turned upside down trying to find ways to survive without having a coast to fish and with now few animals, and the cold gets worse and worse...

The community soon begins to decay and reader participates in the funeral rituals out of respect and to not think about the horrible situation, becoming more educated in the chnotic gods.

They are all desperate to survive, but the snow makes it almost impossible to leave the city where they live, so they are stuck.

It doesn't take long until the reader's parents also succumb, either from illness, from the cold, or from starvation from giving all the food to their surviving child.

and it's not even the worst.

reader is now sick too. So the remaining people of the town cannot allow her to make them all sick and kill them, so after giving the proper services to her family, they lock her in her own house.

but at this point the reader is so tired that she doesn't even mind being isolated. but she knows one thing. she can't allow herself to die like this. not because it is degrading or unfair, but because she knows that if she dies and no one performs an adequate ritual for her, she will not even see her family in the afterlife.

all the pain and suffering in vain.

So against all odds, the reader finds ways to survive on her own at home, constantly being in the limbo of life and death due to her horrible health.

and, thanks to this, the reader meets Thanatos.

I think I'll leave it vague if the relationship would be platonic or romantic, but they definitely got off to a bad start.

We already know that Thanatos finds his work exhausting, so the fact that the reader clung to life and did not want to leave even when she was in horrible conditions bothered him to no end.

and on the other hand, the reader OBVIOUSLY did not want to die and it was annoying that he wished her dead (even if it was technically his job?) and that led to several verbal fights. at first.

Thanatos appeared at the reader's house when she was especially weak, whether she could not move on her own, had respiratory attacks and/or was in special pain, etc. episodes that, although temporary, were still close encounters with death.

When Reader and Thanatos eventually get tired of insulting each other in these moments, at first they just wait to see whether Reader will survive this particular episode or not, in a rather tense silence.

It is not until the third or fourth time this happens that the reader begins a conversation with Thanatos in an "informal" way.

As one can imagine, at first Thanatos didn't even react or try to continue with said conversation, just do his job and leave, but as time went by he began to show more signs of listening to what the reader was saying. and eventually even give short answers.

He doesn't share much, but now the reader doesn't go crazy being alone.

I also imagine that on some occasions, when the reader can't move much, she DRAG to go get food/medicine, which bothers Thanatos because it seems 1- unhygienic and 2- stupid in a certain sense, mortals get sick because of it. not taking care of themselves, does she NOT want to get better?

It is from there that their relationship begins to improve, but the reader's health worsens every day.

It's the same as what happens with the other villagers that Thanatos collects, weakness, coughing up blood, pain in the rib cage, inability to eat, difficulty breathing--

but even so, the reader STILL wants to cling to this miserable existence, she can't even eat or stand anymore and STILL doesn't want to leave...

WHY? WHY SUFFER THIS WAY INSTEAD OF SIMPLY DIE?

and the reader's response is quite simple.

There is no one who can give her a burial, but her family did have one, without that she would simply wander through the Underworld and be alone AGAIN.

but at the same time, the reader no longer has the strength to continue holding on, the pain is UNBEARABLE and the little energy she has leaves her...

Thanatos is there, at least.

I like to think that the reader would agree to go with Thanatos VOLUNTARILY if he even lets her see her family one last time, thus dying peacefully.

And it would be especially ironic if by chance the reader ends up as a shadow in the house of Hades���

I think that in general, a deceased reader would be like a more responsible Hypnos, she is not going to bother the GOD OF DEATH so she does the minimum ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

She is definitely happier now that she is no longer in pain, but she was quite traumatized by the experience :') although on the positive side, she is one of the few people who can play pranks on Thanaros with almost no consequences!

simply....mortal reader sheneigans.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Maybe i could use this Reader with another characters? Idk. I didn't know how to finish this but i like it!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on. i just wanted to see their height difference and. and hold on-

ill probably clean this up & do the other neighbors but ohhhhh my god. hes SMALL!!!!!! TWELVE! APPLES! (bg Home included to see if Barnaby would be able to fit through the front door. nope<3)

[singswan-springswan]

Platonic marriage has such a special fluffy little nook in my heart because it highlights the importance of marriage being a partnership and not just the next step in a romantic ballad. Like these people don't have sexual or romantic feelings for one another but they acknowledge the fact that they love each other more than anyone else in the world and want to spend the rest of their lives together. They're best friends, a package deal, they are one. They might even raise kids together idk.

[awkwardarmadildo]

eight and a half minutes into the reigate squire part one and i love them all i love them all so much so so so much theyre so silly and goofy and i want to chew on them who let them all be so fucking perfect whoever it was deserves a raise and a bonus and paid time off but maybe not time off because i desperately need more of them all being silly and goofy and strange and lovely like genuinely sherlock panicking and ordering without thinking and then giving it to john to try is something i do all the time i love them so much i dont even have the words to articulate how much i thoroughly enjoy the simple domesticity and off time like the adventures and cases are incredible obviously but i LIVE for the simple moments like that or at the beginning when mariana and sherlock were teasing him for his atrocious handwriting like thats so cute so throuple to me bro

sorry for the absolutely Shit readability, this is an attempt at a thought purge to try and be normal for the rest of the day lmao

[galadriel-blue]

Why is the TROP fandom so toxic all of the sudden?

(Rant in the tags and spoilers for S2 E7 of TROP)

[crimeronan]

i'm only stumbling upon this interpretation after my like 14th time watching eclipse lake & i'm aware i have An Agenda (TM), so i'm not sure if this was INTENTIONAL or not, but like.

hunter tells amity "there's nothing worse than disappointing someone who thinks you're special" when amity is worrying about being a good girlfriend to luz.

and i think basically all the analysis i've seen has applied this line to belos and later to hunter's feelings about willow, both of which are 100% true.

but also.

is he. is he also. Talking About Luz.

like. is he talking about disappointing luz in hunting palismen.

just. god. listen to me. it is so fucking funny and sad if he's talking about luz PLEASE. hunter looking at amity's texts and gripping her by the shoulders like "blight. you're about to fumble this. blight i KNOW i know how this goes. i fumbled it myself in some mysterious way that i'm still working out. she didn't like me stabbing her in the back or whatever for some reason even though that's totally normal and fine behavior. blight please i'm telling you i've been in your shoes BLIGHT LISTEN TO MEEE-"

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Ignore all logistical considerations of "would they ever meet each other under these circumstances". If you don't think Jules Bashir would have chosen to join Starfleet, imagine he is on the station for some other reason, or they meet in some other location.

I wanted to make this poll because I've seen various fics where Garak reassures Julian that far from being upset over him being augmented, Garak is grateful for it, either explicitly because (he thinks) they wouldn't be able to have their usual conversations if it weren't for the augmentations, or simply because he likes Julian "just the way he is" and wouldn't want him to be "different". I disagree that Garak would think like this (or at the very least, I think Julian would react negatively if he did, rather than be reassured), so I wanted to hear everyone else's thoughts.

[ashendalia]

Everyone deserves a mentally unstable blonde fictional character of their own

[freshydip]

something about the dichotomy of boyd raised with a criminal family versus raylan raised by a criminal loner. boyd always surrounding himself with others. needing others. needing love and attention. ineffable verbosity a mechanism to command that love and attention. something about raylan often only seeking such things from one or two entities at most. raylan with his straightforward language and cadence. actively shrinking away from attention, though usually that's because those whose attention he's grabbed want to kill him. something about the two of them finding comradery in one another in some indiscernible way, that even they aren't sure where it comes from or how it works, that scratches their itches just right, but just being so fundamentally different in tandem with their fundamental similarities that they can just never, never bridge the gap. even if they wanted to. and neither of them are quite sure just how much they want to.

[angelsdean]

Honestly I’m in love in how Jensen and Dee love each other like I hope to have that one day. But also Dee is very lucky, but Jensen’s also lucky to have Dee and Misha, and Misha is lucky to have Jensen.

literally jensen and danneel are so cute and sweet w/ each other. jensen always looks so soft around her, you can clearly see how much he loves her. and w/ misha he's similarly fond and always so comfortable and relaxed around him. like, i always say, idk what they are to each other ! but i can see there's a lot of love there and mutual respect. and i just love that they have that, whether it's just a very close friendship or more, they clearly love each other and it's so nice to see. and same w/ danneel and misha. there's just a lot of love there w/ all three of them, in whatever way that is, and i'm just happy for them.

[watcheraurora]

Burning Bright

Lil Ranchers fic because they were so fun and I miss that dynamic 2.6k words

—

Tango was always burning. He didn't usually catch things on fire—he knew how to be careful—but he always burned. To be fire, like him, was to live fast and die young. He burned bright, but didn't last long. Keeping a fire alive took more effort than most others tended to want to use. Fire was dangerous. Once his natural lifeforce ran out and burned away, so would he. The only way to live past his lifeforce running out in one world, without jumping to another, was to be fueled. And no one would fuel him. He knew that. His friends loved him, but not at the cost of that amount of effort.

Then... The creeper. The canary.

Jimmy was warm. He was made of soft things. Downy gold feathers and skin unblemished by the calluses Tango had from redstone work. All bark and no bite. He made threats in good fun, knowing full well he'd never even be capable of seeing them through. Despite being all soft edges, he had thick skin. It seemed that everyone else picked on him, and their words slid right off Jimmy's feathers.

And they were tied together. Tango, the fire who burned—and Jimmy, the soft canary with flammable feathers.

Soulbound.

Jimmy was asleep in the big ranch bed, holding a pillow and his feathers fluttering with his breath. The large gold wings splayed out haphazardly over the mattress.

Tango wasn't asleep. Tango should have been asleep. Tango knew it.

He was awake. His hair was casting soft light on the walls of the bedroom. They'd put up the house so quickly together that they hadn't thought much about rooms. Sharing a room was fine. They were soulbound—sharing a bed would have been fine.

But Tango couldn't sleep.

He slipped soundlessly off the large bed and out of the ranch house. The animals in their pens breathed deeply as they slept.

Tango went to the boardwalk built against the side of the mountain, looking down into the gorge. He leaned against the railing, hair flickering above his head, staring out over the landscape.

He couldn't fly here. His Blaze Rods could spin around him, but they wouldn't lift him from the ground like they would on other worlds. Jimmy, with those gloriously huge wings, couldn't fly here. Skizz wasn't here—not this time—but he wouldn't have been able to fly here. Grian couldn't without Admin powers that he couldn't use right now. Not everyone had the ability to fly naturally, but those who did were landbound until further notice.

It was strange, to Tango, not being able to fly. He was smaller than the average Player, and often just used his Blaze Rods to hover at eye level. Jimmy was taller than the average Player. And not being able to look him in the eye on a flat plane was a bit irksome.

He stared across the gorge toward the bases his other friends were constructing.

"Can't sleep?" a voice asked.

Tango's hair flared into a bonfire as he whirled, teeth bared in a threat.

Martyn was strolling up the boardwalk with his hands in his pockets. Not even a torch in hand, let alone a lantern. Lanterns were an expensive waste of iron in a world as small and limited as this one.

Tango didn't know Martyn well, but he knew Jimmy did. He could feel Jimmy's connection to Martyn down the yellow string tying them together inside. But Tango knew Martyn was a loose cannon. A wanderer whose loyalty was fickle. Skizz had warned him to be cautious around Martyn.

"Can't sleep," Tango confirmed nonchalantly, going back to leaning against the fence railing. Watching the stars drift across the sky.

Martyn pulled to a stop right next to Tango and plopped down onto the boardwalk, sticking his legs through the gaps in the fence and letting them dangle off, kicking like a kid in a chair too big for them.

"Let me guess," Tango said, dry and sarcastic. "You're here to warn me not to hurt Jimmy? Because he's your longtime friend and I'm the new, unknown party who got tied to him the moment we landed in this world?"

Martyn scoffed. "No," he replied.

“Why not? You’ve got that older brother energy.”

Martyn laughed. “I’m not going to because I don’t need to. Timmy is quite sh—” Martyn cleared his throat. The world rules didn’t allow for cursing, and the word wouldn’t even leave his throat. ��Timmy isn’t good at PvP, but from what I’ve seen you’re worse.”

Tango rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. Whodda thunk it? The guy with redstone under his nails who builds games can’t sling a sword to save his life. Literally.” Sarcasm rolled off him in waves. Like it always did.

Martyn put his hands behind him on the boardwalk and leaned against them. “Not that it matters anyway. In a fight between soulbounds—well. You both lose.”

“Said from experience,” Tango shot back, remembering the news of Scott, Pearl, Cleo, and Martyn all having troubles with one another spreading around earlier today.

“Obviously,” Martyn replied. He sounded hurt, but not by Tango’s words.

"Is it hard? How close were you and Cleo before this?"

"Not close. Met a few times. I considered us friendly. But with the soulbond... even being this far away feels like I'm missing a piece of myself. Like she took a few of my ribs with them."

"Sorry," Tango said.

Martyn shrugged. "Trust me, I can take it. I actually dropped by when I saw you out here just to chat because... well. Timmy couldn't take it. He's got such a big, soft heart. It's open and it bleeds love for others. He couldn't take his soulbound rejecting him. If it feels like I've lost a couple ribs, he'd feel like several organs were missing. I came to chat because I'm grateful. Timmy is like a younger brother to me. And I'm grateful it's you he's ended up tied to. I'm grateful you just... accepted him immediately. And seem to really care about him too."

"I'm not in the business of being rude to people who don't deserve it," Tango said. "I'm kinda dry, I can admit that. Some people find it abrasive. But I'm not rude. Try not to be, anyway. And Jimmy's good." He reached up and stuck a hand into his burning hair. "He's the one who should be upset about being stuck with me."

Martyn scrunched his eyebrows. "What makes you think that? Timmy has gone out first both times before now."

"I know. But he's not actively dying." Tango dropped his hand from his hair and held it, palm-up, perpendicular to his body. A ball of fire ignited over it. "My kind lives fast. Dies young. We burn our lifeforce. We're dying from the moment we're born. The first spark is the beginning of the end. Case in point: I'm the one who knocked us down to yellow, not him."

Martyn hummed in thought, staring out across the gorge. "Still," he said. "At least he's got you, rather than someone with sharp edges."

Tango looked down at the redstone dust stuck under his nails. "Don't make assumptions about my edges just because Jimmy's are soft. I just know who to sharpen them around."

Martyn laughed. "Oh I can tell," he remarked, drawing his legs back from the edge and pushing to his feet. "And speak of the cursed—"

A loud yawn roused Tango's attention. "Tango?" Jimmy asked tiredly. "What're you doin' out here?" He stepped down the slope and rested an arm on Tango's shoulder, leaning against it like he was going to fall asleep on his feet.

"Just needed the fresh air," Tango says.

Martyn smirked with a quiet, "Hm!" of a laugh before saluting with two fingers and sauntering off. He whistled quietly, spinning his sword casually as he retreated into the darkness.

“Come get some sleep?” Jimmy suggested.

Tango stared after where Martyn had vanished. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

Jimmy pulled Tango back to the ranch house by the forearm and nearly flopped on top of him to go back to bed. Tango laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, one arm behind his head, until Jimmy’s wing draped over top, blocking his view of the ceiling.

Rolling to his side, he smiled at Jimmy’s freckles all scrunched up while he slept before dropping off himself.

—

“So I’ve noticed that Joel is kind of a di—” Tango coughed on the word he wasn’t allowed to say. “—a jerk to you. What’s up with that?”

Jimmy shrugged, his wings sweeping the air with the motion. “Joel’s like a big brother. Thinks it’s his job to pick on me. Grian too, actually. And Martyn.”

Tango said nothing as he held some wheat out for the cows. One of them chewed at it distractedly. “So… what? Is it like your shtick at this point?”

“Something like that.”

“Did you choose for that to be your shtick?”

Jimmy looked up from where he was planting crops, giving Tango a sarcastic expression through his floppy dirty blond bangs. “Did I choose to always be the butt of everyone’s jokes?” Usually Tango was the sarcastic one in his alliance, but Jimmy was already absorbing some of Tango’s traits. The same way Tango was absorbing some of Jimmy’s.

“Point taken,” Tango said dryly.

Jimmy shrugged again. “It’s not so bad. I know it’s all in good fun and they don't actually mean it. Makes it easy to let the words roll off.”

Tango raised a vibrant yellow brow, swallowing the sharp retort on the tip of his tongue about how being made fun of wasn’t good fun in favor of giving another cow more wheat.

He just shook his head and fed the cows more earnestly. Martyn was right that Tango was worse at PvP than Jimmy, but listening to Jimmy's nonchalance ignited his protective instincts and he wished he could just sling a sword at the other Players who were mean to Jimmy. His fire didn't do anything other than give off light and heat in this world. He couldn't actually burn anything.

After the cows and sheep were fed, he boosted himself up onto the fence. Just sitting on it with his feet braced against the lower cross bar. "Ya wanna know why I keep agreeing to join Grian for these games?" he asked.

Jimmy looked up from the tilled soil. "What?"

Tango repeated his question. Jimmy went to the small hole they'd put water in for irrigation and washed the soil off his hands before joining Tango on the fence.

"Because it's fun?" Jimmy suggested.

Tango raised a sarcastic brow at his soulbound. "I mean, sure. But you've seen how much this is not my usual gig. I don't do fights to the death. Not with any expectation of winning, anyway. I don't swing a sword like it's an extension of my own arm. I make games for people to play. Even here. It's what I do."

"Alright. So. Why do you keep agreeing when Grian asks if you want to participate again? Your friends are here?"

"That, I guess. But I keep agreeing because it brings me to a new world. Every time."

Jimmy scrunched his eyebrows. "Why's that significant?"

Tango's Blaze Rods appeared, orbiting his head quickly before vanishing. "New worlds reset my lifeforce while I'm on them."

"What?"

"I'm fire, Jimmy. My kind... we burn like fire. And all fire requires fuel. For us, it's lifeforce. And we have a finite amount of it. If I want to survive longer than I have lifeforce, I have to be fueled. Like any other fire. And new worlds... refill the tank, as it were. I've never run out of lifeforce yet. But my kind lives fast and dies young. The brighter and hotter we burn, the faster we consume. I keep agreeing because I don't want to put the burden of fueling me on the people I care about."

"Do they... use their lifeforce to fuel you?"

"That's one option. But anything else that can fuel fire can fuel me. Wood, coal, charcoal, lava. But it takes a lot more to power a whole body than a campfire and the need to refuel is constant and not something I can easily achieve on my own. That's a personal failing, though. Being forgetful and easily distracted. So I keep doing this despite being bad at it, because it starts my timer over."

"How long will it take for you to get low?"

"Depends. If I burn bright, it'll be shorter. If I burn low, I can drag it out. It's usually years, but I don't like getting even that close."

Jimmy put his hand on his chest, looked down at it, then looked over toward Tango's heart. "If it comes down to it, you know I'll do what I can."

"Jim. It's not the kind of death that would take you too, even with the link. If it came down to it and my life was running out, I'd appreciate if you helped me gather outside fuel. But don't you dare give me your lifeforce, understood?"

"Tango..."

"Do you understand, Solidarity?" Tango fixed Jimmy with a bloodred glare.

Soft hazel eyes blinked in shock at Tango's edges sharpening. "You can't stop me," he said. One of his favorite threatening phrases to say with a laugh and a broad smile. He wasn't laughing or smiling now.

Tango grabbed Jimmy's arms. "Not an option. If we're here that long, I can stop you, and I will."

"How?"

"Grian's the Admin. He'd delink us if I asked."

"Don't you dare."

Tango hopped off the fence and started moving toward the crops.

"Tango!" Jimmy called, leaping from the fence with a single beat of his wings and rushing after. He grabbed Tango's arm and spun him around. "I'm not losing my rancher. And I'll gather outside fuel, of course. But if the situation was desperate—"

"I won't let it get that desperate," Tango said. "I'm not losing my rancher either and that's not something I'll respawn from. I'm not letting you take that same road. You don't deserve it."

"Hey. Neither do you." Jimmy set his hands on Tango's shoulders, holding him in place.

Tango shrugged, slipping out from under Jimmy's hands. "It's the way my kind has always lived. That's one reason Blazebloods are so uncommon. We don't live long outside of the Nether without lava to fuel us past what we're born with. 'Deserve' has nothing to do with it." He lifted the bag with seeds in it from Jimmy's pocket as he moved away. "Just who I was born."

"Well I hate it," Jimmy said. "I hate that something like that could take you away too early."

Tango's expression morphed into a sly one. "Coming from the canary?"

Jimmy straightened to his full height, several inches taller than Tango. "Yes."

"Ironic." But Tango was smiling. "C'mon. We got work to do before going to check up on other people. Gotta establish our ranch, right buddy?"

Jimmy's expression softened. "Yeah. Right."

They split the seeds between the two of them and went back to planting.

"Hey. Wanna go steal Scar's horse?"

"Heck yeah! Let's do it!"

[bumblingbabooshka]

Rare Chakotay-Janeway-Tuvok moment: These three have got to get together and see a ball game or something.

[hooved]

honestly the funniest part about the quodo kiss blooper is that kira had like no reaction to it. it just made so much sense that even she just stood there and watched it happen