#worst brother ever

[dizzified]

Freedom in exchange for misery, even in death, he remains a plague on her mind.

"She'd never hear his voice again, she'd never see his face, she'd have nothing but scars to remember him by, soon, they would fade, soon she'd forget, whenever she thought of him, it'd be nothing but his face, cold and dead, never how she wanted to remember her brother.

This wasn't how it should've gone, this wasn't how he should've been, she wanted him to be there, the reality that he was no longer, never coming back, she'd never see her brother again.

So, she screamed to the skies, wailing and crying as she clutched at nothing but disturbed earth, none of this was fair, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be, all of this was a bad dream, she'd wake up.

She'd be ok, he'd be ok, he'd be the brother she needed him to be, he couldn't be gone, not yet, she'd never got her answers, she'd never understood why, she'd never know the truth, never get to ask him why he did what he did.

She'd live knowing Python would never see next spring, they'd never bask in the sunlight together again, they'd never chat over meaningless topics, never pick flowers together, she'd never get to hug him, hear him laugh, and.. Nobody but her would miss him.

Python Dynastia, now a monster to all that knew him, she knew that she should think the same, but to Amelia, that was her brother, inseperable since birth, and no matter how much he hurt her.

She'd bury him with the utmost care and weep for what she'd lost that day.

Because she loved him.

No matter what, she knew she always would."

[harapeveco]

I hate Seki but even I have to admit that him telling baby Tobi that everyone will die eventually including both of them without sugarcoating it is the funniest shit he’s ever done

[nicholas-wolfwood]

“It’s his birthday? I thought it was-... Wait.”

“KNIVES PULLED THAT SHIT ON THEIR BIRTHDAY?!”

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝Ｉᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ-ʀᴇɴᴀɪꜱꜱᴀɴᴄᴇ [ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ] ᴇʀᴀ (2000 - 2008)

[aria-greenhoodie]

You see, @localcanadiancryptid22, I’m a motherfucker who LOVES drama, so I fw anything that can create that.

I’m normal. Btw. In case you were wondering.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Just once I would like a Peter stuck in Gotham story where Tony gets dragged along with him for the ride.

Like they drop down and Tony is like

“Not an ideal situation, good news is we’re not dead. Bad news that looked like a one way trip for us. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now we should focus on short turn goals: food, water and a place to stay, everything else can wait.”

I want Tony to be out there working his ass off from helping people with broken items then getting a job at wayne enterprises and starting a technology revolution in this dimension because he just can’t stand how out of date everything is and then running to pick up Peter from the rich kid school and the two of them trying to do reconnaissance and failing miserably.

Peter for his part is having a great time with school and his new vigilante gig.

Peter’s vigilante friends in school are worried about how bruised Peter looks sometimes and think that Tony is abusive before breaking in and just hearing Tony being a mother hen.

Then one breakout things are not looking too good and Spider-man just says

“Karen, activate Papa Protocol.”

And then like ten minutes later in comes Ironman with a bone to pick with the rouges.

Bruce doesn’t know if he loves Tony or hates him but his kids find him hilarious.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Let the revenge games begin.

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[0vergrowngraveyard]

he is backpack sized <3

[madbard]

I was just thinking about post-canon Gravity Falls and imagining what would happen if someone mixed up Stan and Ford’s names. (They’re twins and traveling around a lot, it’s bound to happen eventually.)

I think Stan would take it in stride. It’s not his favorite feeling in the world but he spent 30 years going by ‘Stanford’ so he’s used to it by now.

But imagine Ford being called ‘Stanley’ and suddenly remembering the last time he was ‘mistaken’ for his brother. The last time anyone would have associated him with that name - standing in the pyramid, gun in hand, pointed at his brother’s head.

Whoever mixed up their names feels a chill go down their spine as Ford’s features harden, eyes darkening with that memory. His fingers twitch.

Then, just like a storm disintegrating into the sea, the expression is gone, and the two brothers are walking away. They’re talking cheerfully, and from an outsider’s perspective it would seem like nothing’s changed.

But they’re walking a bit closer together than before.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

[thiccsys]

i want to semirealism

[dizzified]

Python Dynastia, the worst man you'll ever meet, I hope he falls into a paper shredder and fucking dies. Worst brother of the century, get him far away from Amelia. Call him gay and he will cry like a little piss baby bitch.

Hot take: Being physically and emotionally abusive to and gaslighting your sister into believing she doesn't have autonomy and is devoted and in-debt to you is not silly.

"Don't do it."

"I-.. I- Wasn't-"

"I can see it in your eyes, you're being swayed, you're having doubts again, what did I tell you."

"Not to-.. AH!—"

"You listen here, you stupid fucking bitch, you listen to me. You don't listen to him, you don't listen them, you listen to the only one who actually gives a damn about you. I'm your brother, I'm all you need, I put so much time and energy into your worthless body, without me, you're fucking nothing. You're a pathetic wriggling maggot that can do nothing for itself, not without my word, because your body was never your own, it was always mine, devote yourself to the fucking god that grants you purpose."

"P- Python-.. Python-.. That hurts- Please- I'm sorry-"

"Amelia, I'm going to break your fucking neck right here and now if you don't wipe that stupid abused look off your face, I've done nothing to you, it's not my fault you're an over-emotional whore that's fucked up her life beyond belief. I bet you really believe he loves you, don't you? That he's not just clamoring desperate for the power you could give him, like every other of his kind. Waiting for the moment when you plead a longer lifespan for him, to make him a god such as yourself, that's all he wants. Mortals are greedy, they're cruel, they only think for themselves, all of them, you've seen it first-hand how horrible they can be, you've seen how horrible he can be."

"He's-.. Hh-.. He's not-"

"He's just like all the rest of them, Amelia. They all exist to leech off us for power, you've seen how they pray oh so desperately to whatever god they believe will give them a sliver of power, no matter how corrupt. You've seen the cults, how they've sacrificed, genocided, enslaved, innocent lives just for their own benefit. Are you forgetting, are you forgetting what he was, are you forgetting what he did, are you so blinded by false love that you cannot see the bigger picture here?"

"Please stop-.. Please-"

"Shut your fucking mouth, you lowly bitch, that's all you are, a stupid girl who always lets her naivety guide her, that's why you have me, that's why I'm the smart one, that's why I know everything, to stop my dumbfuck of a sister from falling into the jaws of a wolf who only wishes the worst for her. God, Amelia, you're so lucky I'm here, that I can see the things that you don't, you're so trusting, so empathetic, so forgiving, so fucking gullible.. You can't even see you've been manipulated, you're just so fucking easy."

"… Hh.."

"Citrex isn't your husband, he's just like all the other greedy cultists clawing at your heels for an ounce of power, and when he gets it, he's gone. Listen to me, listen to your brother, couldn't you see how he was trying to turn you away from me, because I was telling you the honest truth? He's trying to keep you in the dark, to hide his true intentions, he doesn't love you, nobody does, nobody except me. Do you think I'd have done all of this for nothing, wasted all this time, I'm doing this because you're my sister and I love you, I have your best interest in mind, and all you've wanted to do this entire time is be a fucking annoying little bitch and make things harder for me! Just give it up, Amelia, for fighting for something that isn't worth it, they're not worth it, he's not worth it, I'm worth it. I am and will always be your everything."

[valtsv]

probably the funniest thing i ever did as a kid was try to convince anyone who'd listen to me infodump about my favorite media that my ocs were actual canon characters in the story and then if they expressed genuine interest in checking it out i'd panic and be like no you Can't and just never speak to them again

[roberttingle]

he was a liebboy she was a webgirl can i make it any more webgottvious

[borgialucrezia]

“Cesare wanted his brother dead. He waited for the moment when he felt it was right. He knows that it will change him forever and it will never be the same. A part of him thought it was the right thing, and part of him did it out of jealousy and envy. Once he made up his mind, it was set. He didn’t want to talk anymore, because he knew Juan could change his mind. But I think there was something chemical in his hatred for his brother as well that's always been there.” — FRANÇOIS ARNAUD explains Cesare's dark turn. "The final confession is his one chance to unburden his soul and he’s nice. He forgives people. He says he’s been in pain all this time, he notices when everyone else is concerned about him and their own hurting and their own pain. It proves that he’s sort of self-aware and probably hasn’t had the best life, so it kind of makes it even worse that he gets killed." — DAVID OAKES on Juan's finale moments.

SPECIAL FEATURES || BEHIND THE BORGIAS: Juan's demise

[littleliterarylesbian]

Everyone knew not to trust Regulus behind the wheel. He passed his driving test with nothing but money and a twirl of his hair, not with an actual ability to drive. It wasn't like he minded, he very much enjoyed being a passenger prince. He still wrestled the aux and got to bitch about whoever was driving him like he actually knew what the third pedal did (he was probably told at some point, but he has much better things to remember).

However it sucked when it was too late to get an Uber without pissing someone off and all of his friends were either asleep or plastered. His brother included. So instead he has to stand awkwardly on the sidewalk, waiting for the person Sirius sent to get him. He knew the name of the person, of course he has. The infamous James Potter, who is the light of Sirius' life and an angel on earth. Regulus definitely thought Sirius had a thing for him for far too long until he realized James was a replacement.

All that is water under the bridge now, he doesn't care anymore. But now he's just fucking cold. Maybe going out on a Tuesday wasn't the best idea, but he was bored and wanted to do something that he didn't usually do. And also Barty and Evan came with him (That should have been a red flag considering they hardly got a drink in before their hands were all over each other. They 'only have sex when they're drunk' and 'there's nothing else going on.' safe to say that they have some things to talk about).

He pulls out his phone just as a car pulls up in front of him. He notices but he doesn't care, he's far too busy looking at a time lapse of someone rebinding a book. He hears the window going down, but still doesn't look up until he hears a voice.

"Regulus, right?"

He sighs, rolling his eyes as he puts his phone back in his pocket before actually looking at who is picking him up and. Oh. Okay.

Big brown eyes that match with messy, but charming, hair. James leans over, unlocking the passenger door and all Regulus can focus on is seeing the muscles in his arms flex and he swears that he can see a hint of a tattoo on his shoulder when the fabric rides up.

This is probably one of the only times that he'll ever say something has come in handy with how his parents raised him, his poker face still intact except for maybe a slight blush. Maybe.

"And you must be James." He takes a step and another and one more before James leans over again and pops open the door. Regulus really has no choice but to slip into the car now. It's too late to call Sirius again and beg him to pick him up instead.

"Don't wear it out, love."

This will be fine. Perfect even. Better than driving himself, that's for sure.