#like come on man they’re the same

[toasted-for3v3r]

Been watching Castlevania Nocturne and you can’t tell me this man

Isn’t John Laurence or at least Anthony Ramos Martinez

They’re they same fucking person

[fisherrprince]

it’s not necessarily that I hate the themes most prevalent in fiction set in the real world and it’s not necessarily that I don’t like stories revolving around real people or relationship drama or interpersonal issues it’s more like im a dog who doesn’t recognize that a pill is still a pill if it has peanut butter on it. I need like the little peanut butter spoonful that is aliens or robots or monsters or time travel or something fantastical and not at all down to earth real life so that you can approach me and be like “this story is about how friendships can deteriorate over time and also how this guy feels bad for being a bad friend and causing his buddy problems with their girlfriend” and then look at me making a face at you and be like “AND! they’re all aliens who are doing all that across spacetime” and I’ll be like OHHHHHH OKAY YAY (shlop shlap shlup the sound of a dog horking down peanut butter pills) wow what a poignant story

[buildoblivion]

i think the reason why thunderbolts works so well is that the team is like 80% legacy heroes/ knock off avengers but they’re all old enough to remember when princess diana died

[p0sitivelyemerald]

That Jimmy Fallon interview with Jonathan Bailey is so funny to me, cause they bring up Wicked and suddenly it’s like the two types of wicked fans on display.

“BUT THERE MIGHT BE A WEDDING 👊👩‍❤️‍👨🔥”

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[spadaaces]

Thinking about Akiren and his hometown…. I like to think/headcanon that he doesn’t hate it there. There is a strange sort of comfort being there at times, but it’s not really.. Home anymore. Same with his parents - my hc is that they’re pretty average (he goes through So Much shit all the time I think he deserves a Little bit of normalcy in his life lol). They’re nice and they care for him, but after living in Tokyo for a year and everything that happened that year, there’s this weird gap now.

Akiren went through so much in the span of that year and he changed a lot during that year. We obviously don’t know too much about pre-game Akiren, but it seems like he’s always had this strong conviction, but acted more reserved than he actually is, similar to how he keeps his head down when he’s put on probation. And then he does not only awaken to his persona and is able to rip of that mask both figuratively and literally, but he finds a place where he can truly start being himself. He finds people who also discover themselves and grow alongside him, and makes him stronger - and he finds people he truly belongs with. And despite all the shit they had to go through, it’s also some of the most fun he’s ever had and these people are so special to him and they understand him and he them and -

And then he has to go back home. And he knows they’re gonna miss each other, but also that he’ll see them again. And it is a little nice to be back, it’s peaceful for a change and at least he has Morgana with him. But it’s a bit too peaceful. There’s not the buzz of the city anymore, he’s not used to it being so quiet - he’s not used to having so few people around him anymore. The town is the same, his parents are the same, but he isn’t. And it feels weird cause nothing is necessarily wrong or bad there, he’s just so. Out of place. He’s a completely different person but no one in this town knows that. And so it’s really easy to slip back to how he’s always acted when he’s there. Because this isn’t where his real self is supposed to be.

Then summer rolls around, and he travels back to Tokyo and all his friends are there to welcome him and Morgana back and it finally feels like he can breathe again. Like he’s finally back where he belongs and he’s able to be his full honest self.

He’s home.

[valewritessss]

This fandom is so nit-picky that I’ve seen more criticism on every little thing about wottg (a book that came out 2 days ago) than people saying things they liked about it

Edit: someone has already gotten mad so I repeat this is a joke and not that deep❤️

[the-korova]

Contrary to a consensus among a lot of fanfic authors (who I love and respect so no shade) I think cannon Francis Crozier knows he is hot.

[teacup-gathering-itself]

Hannibal would be a firm believer or at least fan of the idea/practice of haruspicy.

[katsdynam1ght]

thinking about shouto todoroki and this line from season five of miraculous ladybug: “the love you have for your friends isn’t divided; it’s multiplied!”

i think as someone who grew up without friends (much like kagami) that line and that revelation overall would hit very hard for him. i imagine it’s difficult sometimes for him not to view love as a nonrenewable resource, but. time and time again, his friends prove that it isn’t. they love him and continue to love him no matter what.

[angelic-waffles]

Cold World: Warm Soul

Word count 1.5k. Rated teen for mild swearing and alluded to violence. Free form Ralmon

Summary: The world is a cold place that doesn’t care about you. Simon learned this lesson as harshly as one could, and now he’s reminded of it every day. Physically, from his scars, and mentally from constant nightmares. But maybe even in a horrible world, Simon doesn’t have to loose all of his own warmth.

Also posted on AO3 (preferred layout)

The air was cold as the day had been long. The oppressive heat gone and replaced with the stinging freeze.

He felt the water wash over him. Somehow cold enough to give his body a shock, even when everything else was already so frigid.

The smell of salt hung strong, filling his nose and mouth and ears as the tide rose and sank, and through a heavy shield of blur he watched the night sky. Decorated with stars and a brilliant dark purple. It was gorgeous, and that struck him.

Because amid all the chaos and cold and salt and pain, it was gorgeous.

And perhaps he’d been the only one to notice it.

He coughed, a metal flavor filling his mouth. At this point his eyes were too clouded to see from his vantage, and his neck was too delicate to move. His attempts at reaching a breaking arm to his neck or chest or stomach were equally fruitless, yet he didn’t need them to confirm his suspicions.

Simon knew, beyond a reasonable doubt that he was dying. If not, already dead.

He tried to scream or cry, but all that came out were hopeless snivels, and whimpers like those of a wounded animal. For all the blinding pain he was in, he couldn’t seem to get any of it out, if not even in the way of a measly scream or a tear down his face. Any tears he’d cried at the beating and stabbing and bruising had long since washed away.

He didn’t even know how long he’d been sitting there.

Bleeding. Stinging. Itching.

It was torturous.

He knew he was dying, was going to die, he didn’t understand why it had to be slow. Why he had to think through every second of how it happened. How it was his supposed friends, and lord how much it hurt.

It was a whole new world of pain, and he could feel every centimeter of it. There was sand in each and every cut, and the salt water washing in sure wasn’t helping.

He swore to god he could feel infection setting in.

Everything felt like fire.

He swore he would die.

He swore he was already dead.

Like he could just close his eyes and…

***

Simon woke up in a cold sweat. The room was quiet as always, he guessed it was late, the sky was pitch black through the window and Peter and Ralph seemed to be asleep.

In the quiet of the night he was resigned to sit and think.

The other boys would’ve called him crazy, but he swore the scars that lined his body stung.

As if his mind remembering wasn’t enough, and his body must too.

He’d been having the same dream near every night since the attack. He couldn’t say the dream was every particularly gruesome or violent, no. More so it was the aftermath of all the gore that reverberated in his mind. The itching, and stinging, and realization while laying in blood stained sand. Freezing, and feeling the warmth of his blood spill out more and more, his body slowly growing cold.

He didn’t even realize he’d started to cry, warm tears bathing his face and falling into his lap.

He knew he was going to die.

No.

He’d hoped, he was going to die.

For the cold to forever take him in its embrace, bringing him away from all the pain and force him to join it. To keep the cruel days from dragging him on whilst half alive. To let him become one with the night. And like it, to be gone with morning.

He dragged his knees to his chest, trying to control twitching hands as he brought them up to shield his face.

Weak sounds of crying and whimpering escaped him, and lord almighty, he felt like he was still there. Still trapped and cornered like a deer surrounded by hungry wolves.

Simon tried to keep his mouth shut. Peter slept like a rock but Ralph could practically be woken up by the wind blowing the wrong way. So he tried to keep quiet as his mind was spinning and screaming. He was crying so hard he had a headache, and he squeezed his jaw so tight it hurt.

The darkness of the night was oppressive, and his scars were burning. He didn’t care if it was impossible they stung like a fresh bruise and it was agonizing.

Everything was too much and overwhelming. It was terrible and he wanted to die. He swore, he swore it, that if he’d have died that night it’d be better. He wouldn’t have had to sit there and rot or relive it every horrible day.

His heart was beating a million times a minute, his eyes were pouring, his head was pounding and he felt like he was on fire. He didn’t know how much longer he could do it. All of this. All of this horribleness and trying to push on and acting like nothing happened and staying quiet and-

“Simon?” A tired voice from the middle of the room cut off his thoughts.

He felt the heat of embarrassment brushing his cheeks, “Oh god, sorry, did,” He rubbed his face to try and knock some sense into himself, “did I wake you up?”

He heard a shifting and suddenly the towheaded boy was sitting on the edge of his bed, “Well I’m up now, so it doesn’t really matter,” Ralph rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, “What the bloody hell happened? You look like a wreck.”

Ralph always had a sort of hardness to him, he tried, really he did. He had a noble heart and Simon knew it clear as day. But truly, talking to him, being vulnerable around him, it made Simon’s skin want to crawl into itself.

“It’s nothing. Not anything important. Really. Just,” He tried to stabilize his shaking voice or hold back his tears to no avail, “Just bad dreams. Go back to bed.”

He couldn’t see Ralph’s face too well, but he saw him inch closer until they were almost nose to nose. And as he wiped the tears off his face, Simon thought he must be some sort of angel.

“Well I’m already awake, won’t be able to fall asleep again for awhile. Might as well keep me some company,” Ralph said it so calmly, like he knew everything would be ok. It made his cheeks flush more, and he was suddenly glad for the darkness.

“Ok,” His voice was kind of sore and he didn’t know what to say.

“You said you were having erm, bad dreams, yeah was it?”

Simon nodded.

Ralph tucked Simon’s hair away from his face, “Yeah. About-”

“-The island,” Simon said too quickly, “The island. Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

They sat together in awkward silence and proximity for a few seconds.

Suddenly, two unsure arms wrapped Simon in a bear hug of sorts. Ralph was nervously holding him to his chest in some lame attempt at comfort.

It was awkward and nervous and a real earnest attempt to help. Simon tried to be nice about it, but a small smile fell across his face, and the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger it became. A light genuine laugh escaped him. A big smile and a real laugh while tucked into Ralph’s arm.

“Hey!” Ralph said with a laugh, “I’m trying to help you and you’re being a proper dick about it.” He smiled and held him closer.

“No! No it’s not that!” Simon could hardly contain his giggling, “You’re just- awkward about it? Yeah that’s it.”

“Am not!”

“Are!”

They fell apart into each other in a laughing heap.

In the darkness of the night, Ralph was a beacon. He shone out in Simon’s eyes as a sign of life. A sign that someone else was there, someone who was looking for people. Who cared. Who wanted him in their life, and who would fight for it.

More memories flooded his mind, but this time they were different.

He remembered how Peter and Ralph had gone looking for him. How they took the time to keep him safe and clean his wounds. How some of the littluns would cuddle up to him afterwards, trying their best to comfort him because it was the only tangible way they could help. How his parents cried tears of joy when they finally hugged him again. Even if he had been covered in scars and missing an eye.

He remembered all of the love. How much people cared. And how with all the cruelty there was in the world, there was just as much care and love and hugs. Maybe even more.

He remembered the why. What kept him alive through the pain.

He remembered hope.

The world hurt. He was attacked and he’d have to live through it again and again. He knew he’d never escape it. But maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to. He had people who loved him. People who cared.

And maybe that was enough.

As he was in Ralph’s arms, his body was filled with a kind of pleasant warmth. A joy. A smile.

“Jeez Simon, are you alright? It feels like you’re squeezing the fucking life out of me,” Ralph said with a dry kind of laugh.

“Yeah,” He said warmly, loosening his grip, “I’m just really happy.”

[rooatgumpoint]

ranting about genshin and infinity nikki for some unknown reason

watches infinity nikki fall into the same rabbit hole as genshin where the community complains about the devs crappy choices and the other half of the community complains about the people complaining and tries to gaslight them into thinking there’s nothing to complain about because apparently you’re not allowed to give any criticism on a game you play . Anyway guess why I quit genshin

[tojiscrack]

how i feel knowing that when your ‘liar, liar’ fic gets big (and it WILL), i’ll get to say that i was one of your og readers, laughing as the new readers (peasants) wish they were here during the chaos - when people were shipping malakai with EVERY CHARACTER EVER or when people were making predictions about future chapters or everyone collectively losing their minds over the angst tag etc etc:

we’re going to look back at this time and feel nostalgic when the fic’s over. i need megumi and y/n together RIGHT NOW but i know that when that happens, their story will be over ☹️

liar, liar masterlist here:

AHHH NOT THE TIKTOK PROUD EMOJI LMAOOO 😭 fun fact: it’s my fav emoji in the world and if apple doesn’t find a way to let me use it outside of tiktok, i’m gonna combust on the spot 😀

‘and it WILL’ — your confidence is what i’m gonna hide behind, ty 🌝

DON’T CALL THEM PEASANTS OMG??? 😭 THEY’RE NOT EVEN HERE YET 🫨 i’m trying so hard not to laugh rn 😟

it’s already been, what, a couple of months since the first ever malakai x y/n ship started by that anon who, like, never returned after causing all that chaos? 🫢 so it’s already becoming an old thing the ogs would know about, and don’t even get me started on the panic the angst tag has everyone in LMFAOO, my fault, honestly, but idc i like it 😋

and girl, we have a LONGGG way to go before mercupine’s story is at a close. we’ll worry about that when we get there, i’m just glad the small family we’ve got are still here after nearly an entire year with such slow updates (i’m sorry 😭) <3

and ofc, i’m well aware that you are one of the og’s, sending a cute (albeit weirdly confident/funny) message about it was not necessary ‘cause ANY time i see ur user in my notifs, i remember that you were the first ever reader of SOANO (which i’ve yet to update but i’m working on it if you’re still interested 😔). your support has meant, and still means, the world to me. idk how to speak in such a sappy way, i’ll pocket that for when i’m done writing liar liar 😤💘

[seethinglikeme]

once you start making up fan kids for a ship it’s over i fear

[evanescentsun]

new wip

[quietwingsinthesky]

no wonder missy is insane about him. she just mindmeld trauma bonded with him and got confirmation through him that she was right the whole time about the thing that happened to her, AND then they traded life-saving moments. of course she wants her friend back. she needs him to see her again, as clearly as he did in that moment. she needs him to be like her, because among time lords, she is alone, but with the doctor, she isn’t.