#THEY FREED HER

[beelzcutiie]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[starcrossedconverse]

Im sorry, I interpreted Greta's "crush" on Tim as, "there's been a lot of things that have happened all at once and imma latch onto the first person to show me kindness"

please stop reducing greta to being straight on the sidelines moping over Tim when she could eat out some pussy with the rest of the girls ☹️

[linettefox]

They have released Minky Momo from purgatory... Currently they only have 15 episodes but at least they let her see daylight.

For those unaware there is an urban legend around this anime about it being cursed due to a series of coincidences where a natural disaster happened every time it started airing again. So the series has been partially lost for a while due to other unlucky coincidences. Surprised it is finally becoming available, I have been wanting to watch it so it's exciting. Hope an earthquake doesn't strike my house while I watch it.

(I don't actually believe its cursed I just think its fun)

This is my source for this info btw:

[elms-art-gallery]

youre not thirteen anymore. and thats pretty great.

[candyje11yfish]

MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE LOOK AT HER!! HER HAIRSTYLE IS SO CUTE SHE LOOKS LIKE A KITTY!!!☺️

[zelda-daily]

Water

Day 115: Unbothered

[dlartistanon]

A lady and her two knights

[mulderscully]

2.02 | 3.01

[novacqnes]

✩ nights like this // sevika

⋆ summary: no coherent thoughts…just stressed councilmember!sevika coming home to you after a rough day.

⋆ warnings: a shit ton of sappiness & fluff, reader loving on sevika

⋆ pairing: sevika x fem reader

⋆ word count: 1.3k

embers of scarlet and coral smacked against the screen of the fireplace, silently stirring sevika from a trance. her head pounded against her skull, locking the rest of her body into place. now this sofa, cheaply made of leather and nylon, was her only comfort. fragments of light reflected off the glass windows, briefly illuminating the door right across from her. in its midst she could single out a you-shaped figure leaning against the doorway. small crescents adorned your eyes as you rubbed away the fatigue in them.

“come to bed,” you whispered, trudging towards her. you hit the sofa with a soft thud, pressing a light kiss to sevika’s soft lips.

she let out a low groan, snaking an arm around your waist, “not yet, go on without me.”

you nibbled on your lower lip, tilting your head to the side as you inspected sevika’s face. her features were tense, eyebrows drawn together with sharp, pensive lines decorating the space between them. her legs were fixed into the ground, boots still on, which was completely uncharacteristic of sevika. for a brief moment, her hazy grey eyes struck yours, they were gentle and radiant. it always amazed you just how hypnotic they could be. they revealed everything about this woman, but this time they weren’t brimming with intense sexual desire but a fervent need for comfort. 

“that bad?”

she shrugged, “something like that.” you waited for her to say more, but nothing else came. rather, you were greeted by an uncomfortable silence and the impossible task of trying to read her mind. her eyes flickered between the fire and your eyes, calling, screaming, pleading out to you so that there was no need for words. sevika’s body was rigid against yours; she looked as if she’d crawl from her own skin and right into the sofa. she detested this feeling. you couldn’t know. you couldn’t see. she needed to protect you. that’s what she told herself as images of the council and their disapproving glares riddled her mind. deeper and deeper, she became trapped within her own mind, leaving you with no option but to intervene. 

she felt your hands on her thighs first, slowly traveling down to her calves before reaching her boots. 

“let’s take these off,” you cooed. 

you started at the dark laces, pulling each one through the silver loops that decorated the sides. once this was done, you tugged them off sevika’s legs, exposing her fluffy rainbow socks. your lips perked up into a smile as your girlfriend quickly looked away, fighting to keep a straight face. it was progress, although you could see that she wasn’t fully comfortable, so you kept at it moving behind her.

you reached for her cloak, peering down at her for approval. “this okay?”

“mhmm….” sevika nodded, sinking further into the couch. she closed her eyes, humming lowly as the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly began to rise. sevika’s skin burned with each slight touch of your hands against her body. warm and hot with determination, you ran them across her smooth skin, moving to undress her in one quick beat. with the cloak tossed to the side, you peeled off her vest, shirt, and bra, leaving her exposed before you. you ran your palms over her sculpted chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath you.

“you’re with me, relax baby.”

she sighed, “i’m trying….i just hate bringing this shit home to you.”

you brought your hands to her face, rubbing your thumb along the scarred skin of her cheek. her eyes were reluctant at first, but you continued with a soft tone emanating from your voice, “look at me sevika, i’m okay. just let me take care of you.”

you moved the dark strands of hair from her face, eager to meet her eye. they were gorgeous. half-lidded and heavy, they were trained on your face, unwavering in spite of the fatigue that pulled on them. it was like a silent battle, a fight that you only saw slight glimpses of before, but sevika’s mask was cracking. in piltover she was utterly alone, and the mere thought of her shouldering that burden chewed at your soul. thus you moved your hands to sevika’s shoulders, desperate to be the support that she needed. once more you looked at her face for a response. silently she nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw before leaning back. 

time slipped by as you undressed her, softly massaging her skin, freeing her from the strain that tore through her body. slowly her features grew more relaxed, shooting you small grins every once in a while as you worked. from the corner of your eyes, a bright halo and its golden rays peeked into your home through the window. half of the living room was illuminated with a faint yellow glow, making visible the antique table in the center of the room and the rest of sevika’s body.

“how’s this?” you hummed, massaging out the kinks in her neck.

she slurred, “perfect…i swear if i have to hear the word contingency agai—“ 

“you’re doing the best you can.”

sevika shook her head as you removed your hands from her shoulders. “it’s not enough. y/n you should see the look on some of their faces; it’s like they don’t even see me.” hurt, frustration, and anger, it spilled from her in one stifled breath. you moved swiftly to her side, cupping her hand in yours. the two of you sat in silence, caught in the sun’s warmth. 

“sev,” you began, “you’re one person, you can’t put that on yourself.”

“i have too,” she whispered, her voice small. sevika’s eyes stung, they begged her to close them and stumble into your bed, but her mind argued the opposite. doubt crept to the forefront of her brain, pervading her perceptions of herself. was she strong enough to do this? could she be enough for you? in the midst of the murky clouds there was no definite answer, and that tormented sevika beyond belief. she’d stayed up for hours, the allure of sleep looming over her as she clawed for an answer, desperately seeking it in the form of solitude.

“i’ll go with you to piltover.” 

her eyes widened, a sheepish grin taking hold of her face as sevika brought a hand to her mouth, “oh, you wouldn’t last a second.”

“what?” you sputtered, playfully smacking her hand away. “i’ll go everyday if i have too…i hate sleeping by myself.” 

she let out a low chuckle, snapping her neck towards the sunrise, taking in the bright, soft pink and yellow hues that fully lit up the room. sevika looked back towards you, her heart beaming with an intense longing and love for the person before her. she adored the way the colors merged with your skin, basking you in a warm glow of sunlight. it captured your beauty like no other, making your girlfriend fall even deeper for you. bare and exhausted, sevika yearned to pull you close. she wanted to feel your skin hot against hers as you floated into a deep slumber, fleeing the world and its worries for just a moment. this was her answer. 

“i love you so fucking much.”

“do you?” you teased, leaning in to place delicate kisses to the underside of her chin.

she nodded, “yeah baby, i do.”

you moved to her ear, allowing your breath to lightly tickle the sensitive skin, “then you know that you don’t owe anyone anything. not those council members. not even us zaunites. you can walk away, and i will love you all the same. i just want you happy.”

“this makes me happy,” sevika smiled, rising from the couch before quickly scooping you up in her arms. 

“good, let’s go to bed.”

[no-resolution]

One of my least favorite tropes is a character who feels burdened by their power or general uniqueness losing their powers/becoming a normal human at the end of the story. I think that's part of why the ending of BTVS is so powerful to me.

Buffy has been doomed by the narrative for the whole show. She has a sacred destiny to be the protector of the world. This gives her great powers but also means that she can never live a normal life. She HAS to protect the world because she's the only one who can. She can't just give up because who else will do it? This is a burden that she carries and can only escape in death. Except that she can't even do that because she doesn't even stay dead.

Throughout the show, Buffy pushes against this role. She wants to be a normal girl. However, over the course of the show, she realizes that that isn't just impossible, but also not necessarily what she wants. She is the Slayer. That's a part of her, just as much as the quippy valley girl that wants a boyfriend and wants to be homecoming queen is. We see her slowly reconcile both parts of her personality through her trials and tribulations. She learns that being the Slayer can be fun, that she enjoys the kill, but that it doesn't make her a bad person just because she enjoys it. She's so full of light and love that it inspires others around her to be better people, too.

The show ends with Buffy not giving up being the Slayer, but by freeing herself from her fate by sharing her power with others. Now, she isn't the only Slayer in the world. She has a community of women that can help her bear the burden. If she wants to, Buffy could give up being the Slayer, but she can also still work to protect the world. She can do whatever she wants. She still has her power, but it doesn't rule her anymore. It sends a message of liberation through community, rather than liberation through changing yourself (as would have been the case if she had given up being the Slayer, in my opinion), which I think is much more uplifting and altogether healthier message to send to the audience.

[riveluart]

One of my favorite head canons is multilingual Levy intentionally swearing in languages she knows people around her don’t understand and even just unintentionally slipping into different languages randomly

(Gajeel thinks her cussing people out in languages they don’t understand is hilarious and will sometimes intentionally set her off)

Ko-Fi Commissions are open!

[schwarznummer1]

Stars fell into his jar and fled away

(cullen x amell)

[sophfandoms53]

Hazbin memes/spoilers bc these episodes were NUTS???

LOST my mind and then the AUDACITY to end on a cliffhanger after Charlie collapsed on her knees in despair about Vaggie🤚😭

[drolta]

CASTLEVANIA DYNAMICS 2/?: ANNETTE & EDOUARD

“I am a creature of nightmares.”

“Not there, Edouard. Everyone on Saint-Domingue has had nightmares much more terrifying than you. And you’re beautiful. Everyone will see how beautiful you are. Including your bass player. There will always be a place for you, Edouard. Saint-Domingue would be empty without you.”

[robinissobbing]

this is canon in my head

[valtsv]

i keep thinking about digital ghosts. or maybe digital hauntings would be a better term. the final messages shared between you and someone you no longer speak to, for whatever reason. a webpage, or blog post, or inactive profile on a social media forum that you still return to sometimes, no longer even hoping for something to have changed, just to remember, like returning to a grave year after year. video and audio recordings of people who've left your life that you play back over and over until the tape wears out. in the realm of the more fantastical, maybe a hologram that bears their likeness but only a pale, shallow imitation of their complexity, their personality, or an AI or other imperfect replica built on a lifetime of data collected from them that only reinforces their absence but is all you have left to remember (or replace until you forget the difference) them by. all these records that they existed that will inevitably only last as long as the technology that supports them takes to become obsolete, or the data corrupts and begins to break down, or the archives storing it are no longer hosted anywhere. you haven't cheated death, or the grief that comes with losing someone. you've just prolonged it.