#<- wtf is she doing here

[modawg]

when i start genuinely crying over the phantom emotions of fictional characters is when i know it’s time for bed

[captainpriceslilwife]

just got a package delivered by a woman with a NEWBORN BABY???? STRAPPED TO HER CHEST????? oh honey im sick to my stomach....i was in shock

could you imagine if that happened to one of the guys?

they're standing outside (doing yard work, committing warcrimes idk, etc. etc.) and a pretty young thing comes up, panting and sweating, but still smiling brightly as she greets them.

and their eyes are glued to her chest, taking in the sight of the sleeping baby wrapped up in a sling around her torso. what the fuck kind of man is this pretty bird with that he would let her take a job like this when she was clearly too fresh into motherhood???

only they find out that there is no man. classic case of a bastard not stepping up when he finds out he's going to be a daddy - leaving this poor thing lugging around her precious angel as she tries to work to pay the bills. bills that she shouldn't even have to think about.

oh, that's not going to slide with them. not a single one of them would just stand by as this lovely woman worked herself to death.

they'd take matters into their own hands, quick.

[ghost-bison]

i got curious which members of the doctor who cast could sing and now i have a crush on a lot more of them. especially jodie. omg.

[babygirlgiles]

I know that in the comics Matt travels the world (mostly as Daredevil) and even lives in San Francisco twice, but Netflix/MCU Matt has the vibe of a guy who has never left New York City except for maybe like a high school class trip to DC. Like this is a man who went to Jersey once six years ago for Foggy’s sister’s wedding and has never crossed the state line ever again. Him and Foggy house-sat for a law school professor on Long Island and Matt seriously considered making up some excuse to leave Foggy alone and head back home early. New Rochelle is “upstate” as far as he’s concerned. I know this in my heart.

[babbimetal]

BABYMETAL X POPPY YEAHHHHHHHH

[averlym]

"you're lost, little girl"

[adivinationwitch]

"Won't you turn around and steal and my power?"

[kraftykelpie]

Hera💚

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[valiant-typhoon]

The more I think about it the more interesting the Tsunade retrieval arc is. It's basically unquestioned by anyone that she'll be able to heal Orochimaru's arms. As far as I know literally not a single character doubts that she can. His arms. Which had the soul sucked out of them and sealed by the reaper.

The forbidden jutsu that uses a literal death god. The one the fourth used to partially seal the nine-tailed fox.

What part of healing would deal with that. Why can Tsunade do that. Why do they know that she can. Tsunade herself never questions that she can. Why can Tsunade apparently just undo the reaper death seal, or at least undo the damage caused by it. That's insane.

The implications.

Why does no one question or follow up on this.

[hanzajesthanza]

witcher netflix: [drops]

henry cavill fans: honestly, i don’t really care about the story, i’m just here because hcav is hot asf

me: wtf? how shallow is this… only there because the titular witcher is hot? talk about missing the point…

witcher 4 trailer: [drops]

✨ciri✨: 😡

me: … i understanded.

[evenfallbloom]

I haven’t been seeing enough Queen of the Baz house: Ms. Farah Baz so I’ve come to provide

[nuclearanomaly]

Wow, 9 years of Ninira Nira

[sensiblethingtodo]

Anna Kendrick and Daniel Zovatto react to the Woman of the Hour teaser.

[grahamcarmen]

[atotalpitch]

Anna Kendrick talking (briefly) about Beca's relationship with the Bellas was NOT on my 2024 bingo card. in fact, i'm actually physically shaking. what the hell.