#muse: madness

[toomanydamnmuses]

I’m throwing Byakuya at everyone today. What are some of your muses reactions to Byakuya Kuchiki hugging your muse? You can provide context if you’d like!

((No context, only icons LOL))

[spectrenun]

Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song

[soloveyko]

Russia invaded Ukraine.

Any "deal" which rewards Russia in its mass butchery, rape, and slaughter of Ukrainians is not a peace plan, it is a capitulation. It is a green light to Russia that they are free to murder their way through Ukraine as much as they please down the line, bringing 19th century style colonial warfare forward to the 21st century. This behavior by Russia has historical precedence stretching back centuries--longer than the U.S., in fact, has been a country. Ukrainians understand this. They have lived it, generation upon generation. They know what happens when you make a "deal" with Russia.

For any Westerner, and this includes the President of the United States, to lecture Ukrainians about peace is an abject disgrace to the sacrifices Ukraine has made for democracy and freedom. We in the U.S. should be thanking Ukraine, lest our soldiers be the ones dying in the fields for freedom. To those Americans who object to us supporting Ukraine by sending our decades-old tech, which sits unused in bone fields, to Ukraine so that they might survive another day, ask yourselves: Would you rather pay with your blood? Every civilian butchered, every Ukrainian child stolen, and every inch of Ukrainian land torn away incurs a debt to both justice and righteousness. What we don't pay in dollars now, we will pay with bodies later. Ask the Ukrainians what that means, for they have already been paying the ultimate price for over ten years straight.

I have been to Ukraine before and after the war; I have seen their beautiful town squares filled with flowers replaced with the long bulletin boards of portraits of soldiers who died defending liberty. There is no American alive today who bears the tired eyes of Ukrainians waking up to the sound of sirens every day, for three years straight, because their homes are under threat of bombardment and destruction. What happened to the America of my grandfathers, the lauded "Arsenal of Democracy", who would have stood unflinchingly behind a people fighting for their freedom and ours and been proud of it? Are we truly okay with voting alongside the real murderous, bloody dictators like Vladimir Putin, Alexander Lukashenko, and Kim Jong Un, who achieve their goals in this world by crossing mountains made from the bodies of slaughtered innocents?

To my Ukrainian friends, I'm so sorry. I'm ashamed beyond words to watch the President of my country berate yours in what is supposed to be the People's office. Please know that millions of Americans do not stand for this: We stand behind you and we stand with Ukraine, even if our country has abdicated its role in defending liberty. May America rediscover her priorities and recover from the disgrace of the words said today by men who have no shame, and may Russia lose this bloody, murderous, genodical war. It could end today if Russia simply went home. It is that easy, it always was, and it always will be, no matter how the powerful may try to rape the truth.

��лава Україні, until the very end. 🕊💙💛

[mscaseys]

love the detail that mark and gemma met in a library, surrounded by books, and connected over literature/knowledge, something that is forbidden on the severed floor. something that you wouldn't even know about outie mark at first glance, because he's essentially buried anything that reminded him of that part of his life in his basement. innie mark is so attached to ricken's book when he finds it because thirst for knowledge is in mark's nature. it's no coincidence that when he takes the book out, ms casey appears behind him in 1x05, and this moment is highlighted again in 2x07. likewise, ms casey is inquisitive and is always asking questions because she just wants to know more. down on the testing floor, gemma is given books to read to keep her sane. the piles of books in the montage, shelves of books in their home office. innie mark's reaction when he found out he used to be a teacher. i know people talk about love transcending severance when it comes to people, but their shared love for the pursuit of knowledge transcends severance as well.

[snowflakebottles-art]

finally finished this and i MAY JUST keel over and die but YAYYY IM FREE AND I WIN!!!!!!! i love u rhythm games ♥

[syckubota]

painted over a sketch !!!

[comatosebunny09]

Sylus, catching you at a bar—a bar that he owns—dancing with another man after putting you on house arrest because some shit’s going down and he needs you to lay low.

Thanks to Luke and Kieran—and a tip from the bartender—he finds you. And the club goers once writhing around you, part like the Red Sea, warped by the vexation he exudes, by the sheer power wafting off his person.

He signals to his men flanking him, that customary smirk crooking his lips, though it belies his cold irritation. He doesn’t take his eyes off you when they move, gaze like a provocation, a challenge.

His goons pull at your dance partner, drawing him away from you by his pits, kicking and protesting, through the crowd towards the back. You purse your lips, crossing your arms.

Shit. You were starting to like that guy, too.

You worry your lip between your teeth before you try to make a run for it. But your heels are too tall, dress too tight around your thighs, and Sylus is unfairly quicker, five sweltering digits encasing your forearm.

His breath scrawls against your ear, working with the liquor sloshing around in your gut to make you dizzy.

“Be a good girl and come home to me, hmm?” he orders in a deceptively soft, syrupy tone.

Loud enough for only you to hear as he coils one of your ringlets of hair around his finger, tugging in a way that pulls a strained sound from your throat.

It’s not painful. Never is. He would only hurt you in the best of ways.

Your gazes interlock when you haughtily look back. For a moment, you forget what it means to breathe, lost in the scarlet-spun depths of his eyes. Danger simmers deep beneath his countenance, and it’s a rare sight. He hardly ever directs his ire at you.

You’ve been a sassy little shit as of late, disobeying his instructions at every turn, sneaking out from beneath his protection. But he’s surprisingly tame for a man on a mission, as if he expected you to challenge his authority.

You wouldn’t be his girl otherwise.

You test his grip on you, trying vainly to free yourself. He only holds tighter, effortlessly, still boasting that insufferable smirk. The veins in his hand jump, signaling how done he is with your shit. You always push his buttons, always test his limits, and he, yours.

Conceding defeat, you sigh heavily, shoulders dropping, mouth thinned as he maneuvers around you like smoke to deposit his coat onto your shoulders. You shrug and shimmy, one last-ditch effort to escape. But he’s a weighted presence behind you, an insistent hand at the small of your back, ushering you towards the red glow of the Exit sign.

On the surface, he’s a gentleman. Just a man picking up his drunk girlfriend who grew a little too big for her britches. But you know the monster he truly is beneath that regal skin he wears, beneath that facade.

You’re reluctantly ushered out of the bar, fenced in by Sylus’ men so you don’t go getting any bright ideas. You stumble outside into the balmy arms of the summery, evening air, heels dragging against the concrete.

He wordlessly covers your head to tuck you into the backseat of his SUV, slamming the door shut behind you.

He maneuvers to the opposite side with the grace of a gazelle, long and leggy, filling up the backseat. Dexterous, battle-worn fingers tightly curl around your kneecap, divulging the contents of one very pissed off mafioso’s mind.

He doesn’t need to speak a word—you know what he’s thinking by the taut pull of his lips. By the sharp gleam of his eyes as they cut to the driver in the rearview, signaling him to move.

Disobey him again, and there will be consequences.

You puff out your cheeks, cross your arms, and throw yourself back against the leather seat. Glaring at the streetlights lazily scrolling by outside the tinted window, you ignore the shock of white hair in your reflection, the eyes drilling down to your soul.

This night won’t end well. You just know it.

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Viktor Oliva - Absinthe drinker.

A similar painting, here

[lucabyte]

Happy PMD Red is on NSO day. Sadly I don't think King the Skitty and Muse the Cyndaquil will be returning to finish up their adventure regardless.

[toomuchracket]

hottest man alive

[compulsivewriter]

Hot take: The way Jack Wolfe played Gabe Goodman, I tend to believe that had he survived infancy, he'd be the kind of big brother to Natalie that Connor Murphy never was to Zoe.

[nothatsmi]

"A hundred and one. Going on a hundred and two." "You're a terrible liar."

He lived,,

I'm beyond the point where I can use words to describe them anymore.

Just know that I drew this instead of working and I'll probably keep drawing them more even tho the work's piling up-

I'm not even kidding, it's terrible how much they invade my brain, like I'm always either thinking about them or drawing about them or saving pins on Pinterst about them (the board is getting pretty stuffed), everything i see is ORANGE at this point (it's my favorite color fortunately so I don't mind).

Still not done with the third book btw. I try to make it last as long as I can but I constantly want to read so the end is getting dangerously near...

Next I'll probably draw Dan and/or the other foxes, cause let's be honest they're all so cool...

[sentrylightz]

I love and hate the way mcu/Disney uses kastle to promote ddba, not just as a ship but also the characters themselves. Love to see them getting the recognition they deserve and bring more people to our fandom, but at the same time WHY are using Frank and Karen to promote a show they barely appeared? Why so many Punisher posts if he was only in 2 eps? You gave Frank and Karen 10 minutes of screentime for the whole season, yet they're the ones you use for promoting bc it'll give better engagement to your instagram/show and yk it!!!

Same thing for my guy Wilson Bethel. 3 eps for him, but he's the one you're posting reels with (1mi views btw)

Those actors you're using for social media marketing were not even coming back, if you're gonna use them at least give Jon, Debs and Wilson more screentime next season!

[the-incredible-auraa]

I love how they put the entire budget in this singular shot where ryusei walks in

[ghost-bxrd]

Just saw artwork of Jason doing the heads in a duffle bag thing and—-

I’m sorry but there’s just something so visceral and horrifying about a teenager sawing heads off people in a display for power.

Were they bad people? Yes. Did they deserve it? Probably. Did it send a message? Absolutely. Is it still horrifying? Heck yeah.

Just—- knowing Jason and his background, it’s just so heartrendingly tragic. I don’t even think he liked doing it, I’m just imagining him having to throw up afterwards before putting his helmet back on and playing tough crime lord again. The amount of self loathing he must feel whenever he thinks too hard about his actions. Falling asleep and seeing that—

Just— emotional repercussions, man. They’re real…

[anonymousavenger]

Fisk when he found out Daredevil is back