#I can't blame him though

[srnileforme]

“If P'Q doesn't like talking nicely, I'll show him the real deal.” Satang Kittiphop as Toey.

WE ARE (2024) | EPISODE 8

[naddahaintheforest]

[egophiliac]

:) hello! :D hope you have a nice day and absolutely do not think of the possibility of one of the last story cards being of silver! and that his groovy will very probably be crying!!! THERE'S SO MANY CRYING PEOPLE IN STORY CARDS LATELY!!! SPECIALLY LIGHT USERS!! I AM!!! SCARED!!!! bc so far we got Lilia and Sebek in the beginning book 7.... so at the end.... so we're missing story Silver... and Malleus is the one with less cards, so they might add one for him... but... the tears... ego.... THE TEARS!!!! EGOOOO!! (LOVE YOUR ART BTW EVERYTIME I GET A NOTIF FROM YOUR BLOG I RUN HERE TO SEE!)

(thank you! 💚💜💚)

YES I am ALSO like...90-95% convinced that we're going to be getting a story card for Silver once we wrap around back to diasomnia. 👀 especially because the way things are going, Silver will be the only character whose dream we haven't seen -- yet???? -- and that just. y'know. makes me wonder!

although I do think it would be VERY funny if he got a story card and the groovy was just "regular Silver except with one beautiful single crystal tear". this is actually a lot coming from him.

(he used up all his emotion yelling at a baby that one time, there's none left for a proper groovy-level cry.)

[bryn-not-brian]

"I think I'll be leaving the band now..." George Harrison, circa 1969

[elitecabela]

Bro thinks he's soooooooo slick

[vaguely-concerned]

I really really like that lucanis reaches the 'there must be some way through this' realization 'off camera', so to speak, while presumably looking at rook explaining the situation to spite. it just. hits right. he gets that moment to himself after 'this place is a nightmare, why would I want to stay here' to come back into focus, to gather himself and think it through in peace, outside of the demands of anyone’s gaze (including the player’s!), while rook takes care of spite’s confusion and urgency and distress as he can’t himself in this shattered state. they're inside his soul, but he still gets that moment of privacy, with rook and spite there and supporting but not intruding. idk there's just something so good and right-feeling about it. rook's presence in lucanis' mind at its most vulnerable and frozen could have felt SO invasive if the quest wasn't written as skillfully as it is, and I get skeeved out by that kind of thing incredibly easily so it's a testament to how well it's done that it always feels safe and supportive. lucanis has had both his bodily and psychological (slash spiritual/existential) integrity and autonomy violated so brutally and repeatedly, and having even the way the camera perceives him here grant him the dignity and respect and privacy of soul he hasn’t experienced in a long time… it’s a whole thing huh. No wonder it’s taken me a while to put it into words lol 

(also what a contrast to what solas and rook have got going on, and what a sly way to slide the point of comparison in there to build to the thematic whole. the solas version of this IS of course wildly invasive and skeeves me out but in the intended delighted horror movie way. solas, too, was let into someone’s soul through the cracks in the wake of a traumatic event, and he IMMEDIATELY sought to turn it to his own benefit and use that trauma as a weapon against them fhdsja I’m sorry but it’s just such a character-revealing instinct for him to act on without hesitation and I love how terrible he is, it’s all so unforgivably premeditated and consistent.

rook acting out of the desire to make sure lucanis is ok vs. solas going ‘well. When life gives you oops killed my friend, make dead friend poisoned lemonade and make his loved ones drink it. this sunk cost fallacy isn’t going to perpetuate itself’ is such a neat contrast and it’s not in your face about it but it’s still there, deep and solid down in the thematic narrative. rook doesn’t do anything to or in lucanis’ mind, really — they negotiate their way through the layers of defense and are let through, and they help him make the whole thing more explicable, but they never exert any force or go rooting around for anything that doesn’t present itself to them first. solas goes about gathering ammo for when he's going to nothing personel kid this person from like the first moment fhdskh doesn't waste a second before he's on that gaslight gatekeep girlboss grind. the fact that the game goes out of its way to show there IS a respectful, non-selfish and kind version of this process makes what solas is doing even more deliciously awful (glee) and rook and lucanis’ relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it might be in any given playthrough) all the more moving to me)

[fracturedodr]

"No!" Is his immediate, instinctive response. "N-no... She's nice. And she - she's gotta see something to pick me, but..." He appreciated her, appreciated her endless patience with him when he was still cursed and confused. Loved that she'd enjoyed hearing about the Other Bell that had been created in his head because of what had happened.

But he didn't know how he felt about how... forward, she was sometimes.

"That's not it. She comforts me after training sometimes, when it's a bad day. Like to hear me talk about things. But why do I have to-!" He couldn't say it. He couldn't say it! Instead of words, he just flushed pink.

"She doesn't... need me to help her do everything, right? She's a Goddess! I'm just Bell. Anyone can help her with her-! Her. Um. ...Clothes..." He manages to say, finally, voice small by the time he's done.

((From Fracturedodr!))

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"If I could make her talk to you more often I would. She's really nice, and I really like her, but sometimes she asks really weird things! You can do them! I don't want to!"

[Unprompted]

The silence that hung in the air was palpable. The elf assessed the moment, his comrade's body language...how tense his shoulders were, though he might've been trying to hide that.

"Lady Freya has chosen you, Bell. Selected you to remain henceforth by her side. You wish to forsake that...?"

He paused.

It didn't occur to him that anyone would even think of turning away Freya. Or that they even could...

Who'd want to?

"...Does her presence make you uncomfortable?"

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

I will never recover from the knowledge that thymoma generally has a very high survival rate, and in most cases that it becomes fatal, the patient has unknowingly lived with the cancer for years. There's a chance that Wilson was sick for half the series and didn't even know it.

[ahappydnp]

No but Dan living with Phil while “studying” at uni is so fun I can see Dan trying to motivate himself with food and sex and Phil being like “we can fuck and eat pizza whenever✨✨”

It would’ve never worked

well you see it famously did not work as dan literally did not actually complete the one year of uni he attempted

[lochallthedoors]

Noel Interview on Take 5, 9 October 2023

Noel: That last tour, I was not happy--nobody was happy at the time. You know, the other fella's trying to rewrite history, that it was all fucking great, and it wasn't all great. That was a shit--it was a fucking dreadful last year of Oasis, 2009, whatever it was. It was a terrible, terrible, terrible time, uh, just kind of--yeah, it had--it had come to an end. You could feel it. Yeah, it was time to move on. Zan: Mm-hmm. Noel: It was time to move on. Zan: You strike me as the kind of person that, when you're done, you're done. You just get on with it--one foot in front of the other. Noel: Yeah, yeah. You get one shot at life. Why be unhappy? In any sense of your life, whether it be in your personal life or your professional life, or whatever it is. Because--why? Why? Why? You're just wasting precious thing, you know? Everybody knows the story--it all came to a head, and I was cool with it. I was like, fucking hell. (gestures to his guitars) I don't need this to make me happy. You know, if I never write another song--I've written some of the best songs, you know, of our fucking eras, you know what I mean? So I was cool with it. Yeah, there's not a day that goes by that I don't--that I don't think, "Fucking hell, we did summat really, really spectacular there." I still can't articulate what it was. Do you know what I mean? Because it--because it was more--although it's the songs and all that, it was more than that, though. It was more than that.

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: Lately, I have been participating in events and projects, and unfortunately it's become clear to me that my presence and name have only been used to attract the attention of my national and international community with the objective, as I see it, of generating more attention towards controversies - destructive controversies, and a rupture that is very clear in the community. [...] In advance, I ask the organizers of any type of events and projects like this to please show more respect to me and my community, because I've shown lots of sympathy and cooperation in these various projects and events, but it's become clear to me that their only interest is in using my name. My name and my community have been used to attract all this attention for distorted purposes, and I will no longer allow that to happen. That is not what my content is about - not me nor my content nor anything I’ve done.

Here's Quackity's commentary on respect and his reasoning for distancing himself and his projects from future events and awards shows.

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Quackity: Before I leave, I would like to talk about something that is very serious for me and something that I would like to tell you about. Because for me it is a very serious topic and it is a topic that- well, I had my mind on and I want to express it- [reading Chat] yes, thank you. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas.

Anyways, lately I have been participating in events and projects, and in these events and projects, unfortunately it's become clear to me that my presence and name have only been used to attract the attention of my national and international community with the objective, as I see it, of generating more attention towards controversies - destructive controversies, and a rupture that is very clear in the community, and this is what I want to say: I'm NOT ok with these types of dynamics or stuff like this, and I want to make it very clear to my stream, my community, and everyone that, for this exact reason that I just mentioned, I want to make it clear that I want to distance myself and any of my projects from the Esland Awards, which you all know is coming up.

Sadly, the Esland Awards have been an event with a history of much controversy, a lot of division, and a lot of divisions within the community, and as you guys know, as you know, my content has never been characterized by seeking controversy or divisions or anything like that. It's for this exact reason that I don't want to be involved with these awards.

In advance, I ask the organizers of any type of events and projects like this to please show more respect to me and my community, because I've shown lots of sympathy and cooperation in these various projects and events, but it's become clear to me that their only interest is in using my name. My name and my community have been used to attract all this attention for distorted purposes, and I will no longer allow that to happen. I don't want it to happen. That is not what my content is about - not me nor my content nor anything I've done. That's what I want to make very clear here.

That's about it. I'm going to continue with the projects I'm doing and I want to thank my community so much for the support and love. I appreciate it very much, but I wanted to make this clear - I wanted to make this clear. This is just a topic I wanted to address quickly.

Thank you for all the love and support, I love you all so much.

[onestormynight]

he has one reaction

[newsies-united]

did someone say angry soda

[copia]

ashamed to say that i didn't realise the problem with "do you like things that go boom" in manchester until yesterday's queue. rip to five big booms you were fun but coincidentally extremely inappropriate in the wrong kind of way

[softquietsteadylove]

Hear me out

This picture from the Ice queen and Tyrant king wedding (they are already married, the party is just to make it official)

"Gil," the Ice Queen chided as his lips moved from her cheek towards her neck. Usually her hair sat in his way, but she had twisted it up at the back of her head for the rare occasion.

"What?" he whispered directly against her skin, inhaling as if she were his favourite delicacy.

"We're nearly there," she pushed faintly against his chest. Perhaps it was her own fault for allowing herself to be swayed into sitting in his lap in the back of the limo. Maybe she too was riding the high of their nuptial elation.

"Nearly," he asserted, nuzzling the base of her neck and trailing his fingers down the area of her back her dress exposed. "I like this thing."

Thena tittered faintly as his touch both tickled and soothed. "You picked it out--I imagine you do."

"I like everything you wear," he somewhat corrected her statement as his hand moved from her shoulder to her thigh. He didn't grip strong enough to leave a mark, but he traced where the hem of her dress met her knife holster.

"Leave it," she told him mildly. "We don't have time."

The Tyrant King pulled away and pouted at her.

She laughed. He just looked so uncharacteristically jilted when he used that face--like a dog teased with a treat only for it to disappear on him. She cupped his cheeks, "or do you wish to be interrupted in the midst of things?"

He pursed his lips - just like she did - emphasizing the sharp peaks of his cupid's bow. "Would you really leave in the middle of things?"

Well, no, she would be just as eager and willing to finish. But that was not the point. She shook her head and kissed him again. "It's bad decorum to be late to your own reception, Gilgamesh. Especially appearing mussed and reeking of sex."

He grinned like a fiend, leaning in to kiss her more passionately again. The kind of kiss that made her have to gasp in air upon surfacing, as if she were drowning in him. "But you never look more beautiful than when you're all messy and smell like me."

"Of course you would think that," she murmured, although if she were being completely honest, smelling like him was not strictly something she despised.

Gil leaned back against the seat again, toying with some of the strands of blonde dancing around her face, curling up around the sharp line of her jaw. He lazily twirled one around his finger. "Can't a man simp over his new wife?"

Thena shook her head at him again, only because her smile was far too extreme to control. Even then, her body betrayed her, leaning into his embrace again. She pressed her nose into the shoulder of his - rather fetching, actually - light checked suit. "Are you not the one who has insisted all this time that we have been married for years?"

He chuckled again, his hand running down her back to the bow of her dress at its smallest part. He slipped his hand under the knot, claiming that particular spot as his own territory. "You're right. You've been my wife for a long time, Ice."

What a romantic, her Tyrant.

He had told her so, all this time. And he included it when they were in Korea, and in Russia as well. Gil always made it clear that she was the woman for him.

Imo knew, of course. She had overseen their business in Korea. Gil still hadn't told her all that Imo said to him, but apparently it was laden with compliments for her and lecturing him to be a good husband and cook for her and not skip on helping clean at home.

Thena hired cleaners for that (she wasn't good at remembering to clean either). She did tell Imo that he always took care of the dishwasher and made sure their laundry was sorted for their cleaning service and took care of the grocery deliveries.

Gil was right, they had been married in all the ways it mattered for quite some time.

But now they had two pieces of paper to certify that. Three, actually; that was what the party here was to inaugurate--their third marriage certificate.

It was just a piece of paper. There was no reason it should feel different, she had always said--always insisted. But then something had felt different. She had woken one morning, looked at Gil in bed beside her. That was all it was; even when he asked she didn't have a better explanation for him than that.

They were in Korea already for business, why not get married? That was all she had said. And he had no questions or concerns. He immediately kissed her and told her he would call Imo and arrange everything.

And then why not stop by Russia on their way home?

Gil still had no way of knowing who of her associates in Russia were actually old 'contacts', as it were. His Russian was rusty, and his accent when speaking often caused miscommunication.

She did all of the talking for him. Especially when her excommunicated family contacts happily informed them that marriage was not for the feint of heart, and if any trouble happened, they wouldn't be receiving help. They would instead be coming to cut off the fingers with their wedding rings thereupon. She had happily told each and every one of them to go to hell and she wouldn't be allowing that.

Gil had happily just nodded and said 'da' most of the night. Such a good boy.

Thena kissed him again, laying her arms on the solid width of his shoulders. Their lips parted as if it was torturous, like each kiss felt like the last and they were desperate for more.

"As far as I'm concerned," Gilgamesh brought up his last train of thought again. "You've always been the one for me, babe."

Thena gave him her driest, most icy glare.

The Tyrant King didn't even flinch. "From the first time we made love. Maybe even before, really."

Thena rolled her eyes at that. She could no longer deny that even when they were having purely carnal trysts with each other, perhaps there had always been a layer of feeling to it that she had always tried to deny. "Always?--truly, Gilgamesh?"

He softened, though, bowing his head to her to all but hide against her exposed clavicle. "Always, Princess, even if I wasn't always the best at showing you that."

Thena ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Even now, long after the fact - long even after his shooting incident - he carried the remorse about the Little Heiress deep in him. She had long forgiven him, even if she once thought that she never, ever would. But it was Gil who had never forgiven himself for it. "Gil-"

He turned his face into the hollow of her throat, wrapping both arms tightly around her waist. "You're my one and only, Thena. I don't need some paper to prove that to anyone."

Thena let him cling to her, only because it was to help him feel better about it. She pressed her cheek to his hair. "All is said and done, Muzh. You know I've forgiven it."

He said nothing about whether he could join her in her forgiveness. But he pulled his head up again, kissing her cheek. "Y'know her family contacted Imo?"

"What?!" Thena actually squawked, forgetting her usual comportment and gripping Gil's shoulders. She all but shook him. "When--how?!"

He laughed faintly, letting her rattle him over it. "I was shocked, too. And I'm sure Imo absolutely let 'em have it for having the audacity to speak with her directly."

Thena could only imagine. She had never truly been on the receiving end of real, unmitigated fury from Imo. And she never wanted to be. The small, 149cm (4'11") crime mogul was her one and only true fear in this world. She also loved her dearly.

"She told them that they had no right asking about her son's marriage," Gil chuckled, obviously proud to state that his aunt was still the terrifying mother figure he had always known, and that telling people to mind their own was still her specialty.

"Leave it to Imo," Thena mused with a smile of her own. She would have liked to see what kind of fear Imo could strike into the Little Heiress' family. Sometimes she wondered how the nine-fingered brat was faring. She had been the last time she had practiced the tradition of those in the business from her home country.

Gil gazed at her, his thoughts shifting. "You looked beautiful."

Thena's gaze shied away from his. "You always say that."

He traced his lips along her cheek, though. "Doesn't make it any less true. I think Imo was secretly really happy you wanted to wear it."

Thena had never worn a hanbok before. "It was truly stunning. And I consider myself lucky to have worn something made by a textile master like Imo."

Gil had burst into tears as soon as he saw her in it. Her sweet, romantic, sentimental Tyrant. She'd had to hold back her own tears purely in reaction to him.

Russia had far less pomp and circumstance. She had introduced Gil to a few people, not as a boyfriend but as a husband. She had worn a dress she already had with her, although using her lace as a veil was a tradition Gil thought was just a cute idea she'd had the day of.

"My blushing bride."

She huffed and pinched his side. He did not have to bring it up.

"We could make a thing of it," he suggested with renewed glee. "Get remarried every year?"

Thena laughed, letting him pepper kisses along whatever part of her he could reach. "You mean renew our vows, I believe. And that sounds like far too much upkeep for us."

She was right. They had businesses to run. Business was the primary point of their trips; marriage had been a - very, very - happy addition to the itinerary.

"Fine," Gil feigned a long, deep sigh. Before, of course, giving her a devillish grin again. "I'll settle for going on a honeymoon every year."

"You certainly have your priorities," she drawled. She meant it as an indictment of his lack of self control when it came to matters of the flesh. She refused to acknowledge that she was hardly better in matters like those.

"Damn right I do," Gil growled, using his renewed vigour to grasp at her with his bear paws. "I've got the most beautiful woman in the world as my wife, why wouldn't I want all the alone time with her I can get?"

"We have had nothing but alone time since returning home," she reminded him, still determined to arrive in a presentable state (making out aside).

It wasn't even upon their return home. The plane ride back from the other side of the globe was long, and they'd had plenty of time to...celebrate. And in the car home. And then for the three days at home before arranging this reception, as it were.

She was walking fine, but the insides of her thighs were showing signs of redness from the frequency with which Gilgamesh...attended to her.

"Enough is never enough of you, Ice."

Thena kissed him one last time. Their lips fit together and their tongues stole what time they could, weaving in a most ungraced way. She allowed it, though, tasting the coffee on his tongue. It had been a whirlwind of a month, from start to finish.

Perhaps they could take a vacation next year, whether they called it a second honeymoon or not.

The limo came to a stop, and Gil adjusted her on his lap. His fingers dragged down the line of her thigh muscles. She could hear him grinning. "We're here, Sweetness-unless you'd like to continue."

She gave his chest a light smack. "Very funny."

"Fine, fine," he sighed, letting her slither off him. He turned in the seat, following her out.

Thena paused, half in the car and half out of it. She leaned back in to him. His knees parted, letting her rest her weight on the seat to kiss him. His hand so naturally came up and spread out over her back, sealing his skin to hers at any opportunity. Her body breathed a sigh of relief, unnaturally happy just to have him close.

Gil blinked, the dazed one - for once - as she pulled away.

She swiped at her lips to make sure her lip tint was still in place, then at his to make sure not too much lingered on him. "Shall we?"

Gil chuckled, leaving one last kiss on her hand before it escaped him. "After you, Dear."

"Darling," she humoured him, pulling his hand out of the car with her. He smacked the door closed, letting his hand land on her thigh again. She almost told him to behave himself.

"Hey," he barked, half serious and half joking. "Get that camera off my wife's legs."

Druig winked at them, promising to send them the picture he had just snapped of their newlywed nonsense. Knowing Gil, he would make it his new phone background (much to her mortification).

Ajak was at the front of the crowd waiting for them to arrive. She raised her champagne to them. "To the happy couple!"

Those invited cheered for them. Thena pushed against Gil, as if she could disappear inside of him until all the extra attention had drained away. He held her to him, happy to absorb the well wishes for her.

Ajak took a sip of her drink before feeling the need to add, "at least you never fucked each other in my office."

Truly the most evil of all the crime lords in this city.

[soaps-mohawk]

A bite mark tattoo on Simon's wrist

A bite mark tattoo on John's bicep

A bite mark tattoo on Johnny's ass

A bite mark tattoo on Kyle's thigh

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Mmm I do like this idea 🤭 the reader can mark them all permanently