#and they both blame each other

[cannibalisticvoyeurism]

fic where both hannibal and will are haunted by abigail. the hallucinations of their dead daughter drive them to do madness. they end up taking revenge upon each other in her name. or something

[inkskinned]

i'm still trying to piece together the truth of it. when you left, you said: feel free to spin this narrative however you want. i have no idea if you were being cruel or if you just genuinely don't remember what you've done to me.

it's hard because i'd done so much of the work for you. i had seen the parts that flaked off, the rust underneath. i started separating you into two people - the one i loved, and the one who hurt me. i had this fantasy version of you - my partner - and then i had this stranger, a third person who would show up randomly to shatter me. i am deliriously glad i'm no longer with "the stranger". i miss the gentle (unreal?) "other" you terribly.

at first, i was so strict about my boundaries. i remember telling you to get the fuck out of my house if you were going to talk to me like that. by the end: i would justify your behavior for you, accepting even your mistreatment as "my fault" in the grand scheme. i look back on the person i was before you - smart, independent, confident - and i feel a strange sense of detachment. i don't even recognize me.

even in one of our last conversations, you said: if you want a partner that always talks warmly to you, find someone else. there was a time that a comment like that would have made me leave. and instead, somehow, i just placidly accepted that kind of thing. you were literally telling me that i wasn't allowed to have a reaction to your cruelty - and i just took it, because you'd so fully turned things around on me.

when people are faced with irrationality, a rational brain tries to make sense of it. this is the trap. they're lovely in the morning, gentle and blue-eyed and sweet. like nothing even happened, they breeze around the house and kiss you on the mouth. but at night; who is that? they snap almost randomly; flying into an impotent rage about just-about-anything. it just doesn't make sense. so the problem must be me, and my brain, and how i think.

the traumatized brain just wants peace. so maybe i'm misremembering. maybe you were just having a bad day. maybe it's actually me.

you eventually would fully turn on me and start implying that i am the bad actor in our relationship. that's what happens, right? that's literally in the playbook. you went to therapy for all of a month, told her a half-truth, co-opted therapyspeak. you figured out how to reframe your actions as "seeking peace." any time i stood my ground, i was "gaslighting." when i asked you to be more gentle, you said i was "tone policing." you said, randomly, i had emotionally manipulated you - i still have no idea what that's even specifically referring to. maybe my consistent requests for calmness and empathy?

and while i literally know better, and i'm sitting here, trained by you, thinking: wait, fuck. was i actually the person you made me out to be?

and the thing that scares me is that i literally do not know if you ever actually saw what you were doing to me. when you'd tell me how you remember arguments, you'd always summarize them in a way where you come off as gentle and easy: "i was trying to set an important boundary." what had actually happened was 15 minutes of you shouting at me i know you did something shady, just admit it already. eventually you'd say my reaction to your shouting (when i finally reacted, which usually happened around hour three) was inevitably "disappointing" and "another way i'm silencing your feelings."

how many times did i ask you - beg you - to just take accountability? looking back, i don't think i ever heard you say: you're right. the way i talked to you was wrong of me.

i am trying to tie together the two people into a full version of you in my head. yes, you made my coffee and made me laugh and spent hours on the phone with me. and yes - you would scream at me until i had to run away and hide behind something.

i wish i did have a narrative i could pull out and shape to my whim. i wish i did have some semblance of reality. instead i just stand here, strange and vibrating, wondering: what the fuck just happened?

[camembri]

you wanted zoro to be on whole cake island to fulfil your weird desire to see zoro punish sanji. I wanted zoro on whole cake island because I think he's stupid enough to right place wrong time the plan and accidentally marry Sanji in full view of the whole wedding party in what becomes the most elaborately constructed comedy of errors ever written. we are NOT the same.

[signanothername]

“You always leave me behind” vs “I never meant or wanted to leave you behind”

[pixiefeatherkw3]

MISTAKES.

(Non-Corrupted Nightmare Au Comic)

This story is made by: @buubonita and Me

Ccino belongs to black-nyanko 

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

[whimsicalsesquipedalian]

Y’all I’m literally never going to be okay about Simon and Betty.

Simon realising that their whole relationship he hadn’t been examining why Betty always followed him because he was too focused on his love for her and not what she really needed. Not what they both really needed.

The devastating parallel of Betty being so blindly in love with Simon that she willingly and unthinkingly always put him first. And Simon being so blindingly in love with Betty that he saw her being happy and so never thought to fucking question whether those were the right decisions to make. Enabling them every time because they were in love and that was what she wanted, right? She wanted to be with him. She loved him. She was happy. So why would he think it should be any different?

And Betty reassuring Simon that she made her own choices. That he didn’t hold her anywhere. That he never forced her to be with him, or put him first. That she made those decisions and that she didn’t have any regrets. But that they both had to let this go because as long as they were focused on each other neither of them were ever going to be able to have the life they needed.

That they had both been trapped for so long carving pieces of themselves out for other people. Betty in her blind devotion when it came to Simon. Simon in his belief that his crimes as the Ice King, and that all the ways he had let down Betty, meant the only purpose and worth he could have was in sacrificing himself for others.

That they both deserved self-possession and the ability to find autonomy and actualisation as individuals. That they deserved to make their own choices, the good and the bad, and just live without the blind devotion, and guilt, and sacrifice that was going to trap them in this loop forever.

That they meant everything to each other, but that now they needed to mean everything to themselves. That the only way forward was on different paths, but that they both deserved that. That they were able to show each other that they deserved that.

That Simon gets to live now.

I will never be okay about this show. Or these two.

[little-cereal-draws]

Ok but if Polites lived until Mutiny, it would've been so much more tragic.

He would've been defending Odysseus' decisions out of loyalty to his friend but also 100% understanding Eurylochus' very valid concern of starving to death. He would try to stay as neutral as possible and talk both of his friends down but would ultimately be unable to stop their sword fight. They are way past listening to his reasoning.

As a last-ditch effort, he throws himself in between them.

Right into Eurylochus' sword.

Odysseus and Eurylochus freeze as Polites clutches his stomach.

It was a strong thrust, intended to kill, and cut right through Polites' worn-down armor. As he falls back, both of his friends rush to his side in terror and guilt. His voice is wet and warbled by the blood seeping between his lips as he tells them they need to be kind. They used to all be brothers. What happened? How did such a big rift grow between them? Please, please swear to him to stop fighting.

They both swear and Polites' eyes glass over, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

There's a moment of silence broken only by the rumble of thunder.

Odysseus fails at choking back a sob.

He looks up at Eurylocus, tears and rage in his eyes. "You did this," he whispers.

[meagancandraw]

You ever think about how neither of them got to say goodbye?

[weekdaysend]

My SentOpLita 1AM relationship chart I did not think I'd be psycho-analyzing this dynamic as much as I thought I would..

[justaz]

Yeowch jumping from foot to foot as I throw a hot pan in the air then catch it again as my hands burn

Arthur knowing about Daegal’s importance and significance to Merlin as he watches Merlin cradle the boy’s head and cry silently when he dies protecting Arthur. Merlin insists that he will be the one to put Daegal to rest but it won’t be in Camelot, not under a Pendragon crest which is like a stab in the heart to Arthur’s already heavy guilt at someone dying for him, someone Merlin deeply cared for. But he understands. (Not really - can’t remember if the boy was a Druid or not but I’m gonna say he was because that makes the most sense bc Merlin was referring to the fact that he didn’t want to put another Druid to rest in a kingdom where so many of their kind has been hunted and slaughtered. Arthur thinks Merlin blames him. He doesn’t. Maybe a little but not really.)

Anyways, Merlin sets off into the woods to bury Daegal outside of Camelot, on the border of the kingdoms so he doesn’t belong to any one nation where his people have been killed. He thinks he goes it alone. Arthur follows far behind. Merlin puts Daegal to rest then kneels by his grave long into the night when magic grows stronger and Daegal’s spirit visits him before departing to the Otherworld. He thanks Merlin for giving him something he had not realized he needed - kindness, compassion, love. He thanks him for putting him to rest and says he is back with his mother now, so he’ll be alright. Merlin watches him go and spends the rest on the night still kneeling beside his grave.

When morning finally comes and he gets up to leave, he finds a horse a few yards down the path with a figure waiting for him. Its Arthur. He looks like he hasn’t slept a wink all night. Merlin slowly shuffles over and watches him for a moment before calling out his name. Arthur turns and takes in Merlin’s bedraggled appearance which Arthur mirrors, miserable and guilty - Arthur blaming himself, Merlin blaming himself, Arthur thinking Merlin blames him, Merlin tired from losing people.

Merlin stares for a moment before asking quietly, “You’ve been here all night?”

And Arthur just stares back and whispers, “I didn’t want you to feel that you were alone.”

[twentyfoursevenghost]

it never gets any less frustrating for me to see die hard Dean stans act like Sam is a selfish monster for "abandoning" Dean when he went to Stanford or when he ran away the first time. Sam didn't have the same connection to Mary that Dean and John did, he never knew her when he was old enough to remember her. It's understandable that he wouldn't feel the same drive to avenge her, and it's understandable that he doesn't feel like he deserved to be abused and manipulated for struggling to set his heart on a mission for someone he didn't know. Dean watched his mom die, he knew exactly what happened to her, so he understood John's issues in a way that Sam never could. Logically, Sam knows this, but you can't force yourself to experience feelings you don't have. Sam didn't abandon Dean those times he left, he escaped John. Sam basically outright says this in Dark Side of the Moon, he explains that family doesn't mean the same thing to him as it does to Dean because all he's ever known was John's worst moments. He never had the small comforts and happy family that Dean holds onto. And yet this is the scene I most often see referenced when Sam is being called selfish and a traitor. It's reasonable why Dean would feel like Sam betrayed him, but the truth is that he didn't, and I wish certain fans were able to look at both perspectives with more nuance.

[sysig]

Divided minds of the same thought (Patreon)

[marsbotz]

this line is perhaps the worlds biggest understatement LOL

[maxymanspeed]

Soulmates

[falafels]

the yellowjackets could survive Edgar Allan but the perfect court could NOT survive the wilderness

[messisiempremessi]

inspired by tiktok’s latest trend.