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[alive-thanos]

giggles. look what i made.

[parisoonic]

[nattikay]

friendly reminder that Neteyam is a well-adjusted kid who has a good relationship with his parents, that he tries his darnedest to be a good warrior because he genuinely looks up to his dad and wants to be like him, and that the idea that Jake and Neytiri are "forcing" him to be perfect, that they "stole his childhood" or that he's "not allowed" to be a kid, etc. are all pure fanfiction with little to no evidence in canon thanks bye

[crimeronan]

I'm relatively new to the OC story! Any chance you can share why Sol and Nova hate each other so personally?

i'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top, she's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock, it's a matter of time before we all run out, when i thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth.....

second chances they don't ever matter, people never change, once a whore you're nothing more, i'm sorry, that'll never change, and about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchange, i'm sorry honey but i pass it up, now look this way....

there's a million other girls who do it just like you, looking as innocent as possible to get to who, they want what they like, it's easy if you do it right, well i refuse i refuse i refuse...!!

[ahamkara-apologist]

oh so 8 eyed eliksni are considered lucky huh. I wonder if there are any other things or characters with a connection to aliens, the number 8, and spiders. who coincidentally might also have a connection to light based powers and resurrecting after death. vri-

KJSDHFGB SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. It's already bad enough that Eramis is a morally grey alien lesbian pirate who's half-blind, sparks a fuckload of discourse, and has a blue theme going on with her, the last thing we need is to evoke Vriska with any greater certainty

[lokiusly]

Consider—

Avengers 5 movie, Loki & heroes win the war against Ravonna Renslayer, the Conqueror—except one catch.

“See you soon.” Renslayer smiles a bloody grin as she manages to grab Mobius and slits his throat. They both die in each other’s arms.

“Loki.” Sylvie starts. “It’s over. We won—“

“No. We didn’t.” Loki knows what they have to do. Again.

Fade to black.

Avengers 6 movie, Loki & heroes save the multiverse from the Conqueror, while making sure Mobius stays alive this time around.

[airinn]

I just found out of have a bone spur in my heel so I came here for Kaz comfort ahhhh

How is Kaz when he gets hurt? What’s the worse injury he’s ever had and how does he act when injured or sick~?

NOOOO oh dude I'm so sorry to hear that 😭😭😭

Kaz is rather stoic when it comes to getting hurt, he had a very emotionally distant father so it caused him to sorta internalize a lot including pain (he's not above whining a bit now though, esp if sick).

Worst injury is probably UHHHHHHH DYING? Kaz has died twice in our game (it's ok he got better) but the first time was rather traumatic and painful (it was by ghoul... shudders)

[p2ii]

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[rhaenin-time]

[suspiciouslyheterosexualbehavior]

my favorite thing is when posts are obviously a joke and someone comes at it 100% /srs with a pretentious reply and op replies with either

the equalivent of an unskippable cutscene of a nat1 induced suicide

final boss eradicating the replier with a level 100000000 mega ultra death beam

[that-handsome-rogue]

hello sponge tf3

Now that is actually unique.

[phasianoidea]

have been thinking of like opening my home as a place for coworkers to come stay for the holidays if they don’t have anywhere else to go, since we all experienced the loss together… my coworker who also was an assistant of him with me held a solstice gathering last week and that was really nice… however there is one specific coworker that I fucking hate and our workplace is small enough that it would be obvious if I excluded her from an email thread or something

[fideidefenswhore]

@bunniesandbeheadings I might misunderstand the text you linked. How could Mary call Edward a bastard? KoA was dead by then, and of course widowers can remarry. Calling Jane a legitimate Queen in no way would take away KoA’s status as Queen?

all of hviii's marriages after catherine of aragon were not recognised by the catholic church/pope. when he needed dispensations for these marriages, like for affinity (his marriage to jane was one of them), they were granted by the anglican church, whose authority the pope and other catholic monarchies of christendom did not recognise (the last real 'papal' henrician appointment, irony of ironies, was thomas cranmer's). there was also the matter of all marriages taking place when the realm was in schism, thus "all other women of henry concubines and not wives". prince edward was (legitimate) heir as reified by parliament; both retroactively from the succession act of 1536 and in name by the one of 1543.

foreign dignitaries of course, when they visited, would honour whoever henry's wife was as queen to maintain good relations and as matter of diplomacy (this wasn't, of course, done by the imperial until the last weeks of AB's time as queen, but otherwise, she was, even if 'frostily' by the french as in 1534). but they were often under instruction to treat this status as transient, as lauren mackay has summarized in her biography of chapuys, for example, charles v was rather mercenary in his attitude towards jane seymour, continually referring to her as henry's 'mistress' well into their marriage in his own instructions to chapuys:

"It appears Charles [V] was at times rather ruthless in regards to Jane, despite the fact that her being in power benefitted Mary. Charles referred to her in several dispatches as Henry's mistress rather than queen [...]" Inside the Tudor Court, Lauren Mackay

[nulltune]

❛  ah, well ... would you look at that. ❜ he'd like to pretend this wasn't in his agenda the moment in which he invited to help walk her home, but even nicola cannot hide the knowing smile in which spreads across his features the moment in which his gaze lands upon the plant that has rested upon his mind all evening. the mistletoe stands particularly striking against the warmth of the café behind it, various patrons and workers rather distracted with their own lives to take note of the falzone's second in command cheerfully guiding the woman by his side with the firm grip of his hand to where it lay exposed for all to see. ❛  you know, i was starting to believe there was some sort of shortage. after dante had insisted we didn't buy any and the streets had looked rather sparse of their stock, it was beginning to appear rather dire for the future of any mistletoe related mishaps for the rest of my life ... ❜

it's a fraction of silence before the blonde inches a little closer, a glance spared towards the still busy crowd until it's drawn back towards the surprise of her gaze in turn. it's a unique one, truly, to be spared privy on it and even that in itself causes him to pause for another second, far too amused to simply stop and stare at her expression without a push into worrying too much. truthfully, a part of him would wish for everyone else to not have an opportunity to see it, but he knows better than to wish that, truly more amused at the idea of showing them who caused it in the first place. a juxtaposition to the gentleness in which he wraps an arm around her waist. ❛  so it's pretty fair if i request to indulge in such a thing for a moment, am i right? ❜

when only met with silence, the young second in command leans down to press a kiss to his companions lips, fingers curling ever so gently against her brown locks with an understanding ease, it's clear hes smiling, a little giddy with her lips pressed to his own and it sticks even once he pulls away, a truly pleased expression for a man who might be tempted to push for it again, enamoured with the sensation despite it still being new for them both all the same. / nicollaa <333

unprompted,  always accepting !   @dangaer  ♡

to celebrate the holidays like this was a first for kishinami hakuno.  hardly anything noteworthy to recall from the previous years  /  those bleak and empty years all blurring together,  there was no reason to celebrate the festivities when there was no one to celebrate it with.  such a solitary existence,  not knowing of any familial ties nor having any meaningful bonds with anyone,  she was bound to be alone.

this year was different,  however,  because he is here. 

to make the acquaintance of the underboss of the faizone would be a fearsome thought to most,  and hakuno couldn't say that she was without her own concerns  —  hard to comprehend nicola francesca,  the charismatic man with the perfect  /  crafted smile,  but the time they've spent together was always enjoyable.  today,  too.  walking together,  sightseeing together,  eating together.  such mundane things became something so precious,  and the hours slipped away before she knew it.  a view of the moon overhead tugs the corners of her lips downwards ever - so - slightly,  its presence a reminder that it's getting late,  and that they'd be going their separate ways soon.

so the offer to walk her home was a pleasant surprise,  though not one she could accept so easily.       ❛   you don't have to.   ❜       courteous,  yet perhaps a bit too blunt in its wording.  aware that the routes to their respective destinations diverged at this point,  it would be a hassle to have him go out of his way like that,  and for what ?   though she couldn't deny a ...  curious feeling at the offer,  even moreso when her response was met with insistance on ensuring her safe travel back.  hakuno still didn't think such a thing was necessary,  but if it could give him some peace of mind then ...  she supposed there was no reason to refuse.      ❛   then,  sorry for the trouble.   ❜       she ought to be more apologetic when saying this,  she realized that in the back of her mind,  but truthfully,  she hadn't been exactly keen on turning him down in the first place. 

it was selfish of her,  she realized,  but she wanted cherish this—  his kindness,  and the opportunity to be with him for just a little while longer.

leaving behind the chatter from the café,  click of her heels come to a halt in line with his own footsteps,  followed with a slow blink when realizing that they'd themselves under a certain plant.  having no particular feelings on tradition herself,  she was more curious to see how nicola would react,  though his response ended up taking her aback.  ( it doesn't show on her face,  however,  and hakuno recovers rather swiftly )       ❛   saying it like that makes it sound like you were hoping for something to happen ...   ❜       an observation,  mostly,  but there's the barest teasing lilt to silvery voice as she muses this.  peering at him from the corner of caramel eyes,  they widen slightly at the knowing look on his face.

what a surprise.  the words had been a jest,  and she hadn't expected for it to carry any hint of truth in it.  did he really want to ... ?   the blatant inquiry made it abundantly clear,  but such a thing was still hard to believe.       ❛   e - eh .. ?   ❜       the sound comes out as a small squeak,  barely audible,  but leaving lips parted in a small gape afterwards.  when his gaze turned to the distant crowd to ensure privacy for the two,  she found her eyes unable to leave him,  cheeks warm despite the chilly breeze that swept past them.  stunned at the thumping in her chest as her vision remained on him,  a hand would place itself over the area,  as if to verify the actions of that organ.  her heart really was racing,  and—  ah,  irony.  she knew just what it was a mistletoe implied,  but wouldn't dare to ask,  never one to indulge in her own wants or needs.  if he were to ask,  however,  then it'd be acceptable  —  because hakuno is a giver,  dutifully fulfilling that which was asked of her.

though a request of a kiss is ...  much too personal.  as generous as kishinami hakuno is,  such requests were ones she'd typically reject,  for she is quite the romantic deep down,  holding the belief that such intimate acts should be reserved for someone special.

—so maybe that's why ...  the thoughts trail off at the feel of his hand on her waist,  and she is still without the proper words to say,  but actions would speak volumes where speech failed.  dark lashes fluttering close,  head cranes upwards to accept the kiss.  there's a gleeful skip of her heart when their lips met at last,  a soft hum sounding from the back of her throat.  every touch,  every feeling brought on from this moment is unfamiliar,  but it is far from unpleasant.  the smile on his lips is felt  —  cute  —  and while her inexpressive self can't so easily mimic it,  the sentiment behind it is reciprocated with a subtle shift to deepen the kiss. 

there's another sound as he pulls away,  a small whine.  head canting with a sigh,  brown locks spill over small shoulders,  stray strands obscuring full view of flushed cheeks.  rosy lips remain slightly pursed,  pouting a little,  a faint disappointment over wanting it to last longer.  a feeling that melts away easily at the sight of his pleased face.

... he's much prettier up close,  she notes idly.  having someone,  having him,  in such close proximity was yet another new experience for the maiden who was usually so distant,  viewed as a flower blooming on a high peak  /  someone so out of reach.  it surprises even herself when she finds her arms wrapped around his form,  an action to keep the two of them remaining close like this.

dainty hand tentatively reaches out to carress the side of his face with a delicate touch,  half - lidded eyes peer up at him,  mirth in that gentle gaze.  a moment's indulgence,  is what this may have been,  but it had felt much more intimate than that.  they'd come this far ...  why stop now ?   that smile still hasn't left his face ...  a smile that seemed more genuine than usual,  or was she still in a daze from that kiss ?  ( what a nice sight it is,  though. )  despite giving ample time to,  he doesn't pull nor push her away when her hold tightens.  could she take that as a good sign .. ?

a beat,  and voice comes out as a whisper between what little space lay between them.       ❛   another,  please.   ❜      

[meezer]

I feel lonelier than I've ever felt

[felixferitas]

@signetied: " that's my favorite way to be an ally. you just say you're doing something, and then you just don't do any of those things. "

the remark arrives right as one of felix's livestrong bracelets slides down a hairy forearm because he'd been gesturing too much whilst he spoke to india, and that'd been too pointed to be coincidental. a quizzical brow shoots up, a soft gaze flitting towards farleigh's end of the table with an amused lilt of his lips. he knew to take his lickings like a good boy, and it was funny, even if it was at his expense. felix rolls his eyes. "no intention of letting me live any time soon, have you, farls? besides! it's become something of a fad. vee fuckin' kleptoed my susan g. komen bracelet." not that he had minded much. felix wasn't so much of a pussy that he got intimidated wearing a pink rubber wristband, but the weird looks the girls shot him for it even after he excused it as philanthropy did strike him as incidental. "tell me, mate, what have you done to be a feminist ally as of late? can't be an ally to a community you're apart of, i don't believe, so." he shrugs his shoulders with a shit-eating grin, wondering if he'll ever be able to see farleigh socially flounder the way he manages to get the rest of the cattons to. likely never. quick as a whip, his cousin was.