#without your wife knowing

[yakwho]

아내 모르게 왕으로 거듭나는 법! ㅋㅋㅋㅋ (How to Become a King Without Your Wife Knowing! LOL)

아내 모르게 왕으로 거듭나는 법! ㅋㅋㅋㅋ (How to Become a King Without Your Wife Knowing! LOL)

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

Eramis Executors are up in arms that our favorite, bitter, lesbian crab didn’t receive a bullet to her head to no one’s surprise. What happened to the overarching themes involving forgiveness and mending the wounds of the past to build a better future for everyone resonating with people? Does the Traveler and what it has been representing for 10 years mean nothing when it comes to Eramis? Were we supposed to abandon the power of friendship? Is punishment with no consideration the only way of dealing with those who have committed wrong acts that people know of?

[nanatsuyu]

how do we feel about break-up (kandrew in their divorce era) fics? I just think they're neat (and probably not really broken up but yknow)

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"I was giving you an out—"

Kevin's glare turns venomous, so instinctively that Neil wonders if it was actually Andrew who learned the look from Kevin, rather than the other way around.

"No," he says, index finger uncurling from the neck of the bottle to point at Andrew. "No, you don't get to do that. Not to me."

"Do what?" Andrew presses. Neil imagines he's played out every possible scenario of this showdown in his head for the last five years, so he must know what Kevin means, but pushing the envelope might at least lay it all out on the table. Or lay one of them out flat if too much gets said. Either way, Kevin's animated gesturing takes a backseat to his sobering and rigid posture.

"I didn't want an out."

"You didn't know what you wanted."

"I wanted you to give me a choice."

Judging by the way Andrew flinches, this somehow isn't one of the hundreds of possible futures he'd outlined and rehearsed. "What?"

"You don't get to just—" Kevin swings the bottle in a choppy panorama, sloshing the contents of it in aggravated waves, "—just make up other people's minds for them."

A bullfrog in some low lying creek bed fills the silence that follows, and Neil realises it's the first time that he's ever truly believed the expression about biting one's tongue holding any weight. If Neil cared enough to excuse himself, he might leave the two of them to hash this out alone, but they waved off any audience the moment Andrew let Kevin walk out of the bar. More likely, Andrew handed him the keys to ensure there would be an audience. Whether that was to his benefit or Kevin's, Neil is still trying to parse.

Kevin stares Andrew down while taking another drink, as if daring him to challenge his current place to speak.

"You can twist it however you want, but I know you heard me every time I said it." He wipes the cuff of his sleeve across his mouth, the recollection of whatever was shared between them relaxing his brow. The number of years since crowds the room from any respite, though, and he takes another drink before adding, "You knew exactly how I felt."

[bumblingbabooshka]

Janeway crashing on Tuvok's couch post Voyager is a funny idea to me because make no mistake, she COULD just get another house in the no-money Earth future or stay with her own family but I think what she really needs is to just bounce between her new Admiral's office and Tuvok's guest room for a few months so she never has to think about her own personal life and she and Tuvok can talk about how fine they are and how unnecessary everyone's worry about them is while they're both very clearly going through something. Bonus points if this is latter mirrored by Tuvok staying at Janeway's place a bit later on and Janeway doesn't even know why and doesn't quite know how to broach the subject with Tuvok because they don't usually talk about that sort of thing and neither wants to change that part of their relationship because it's one of the few things that hasn't changed and that's comforting so she takes him on some maybe not totally official mission with her instead and it goes sideways and everyone gets mad at them. There's no real resolution to this, every planet just keeps spinning.

[shorthaltsjester]

"And you loved her once, too. You were inseparable. I remember the day the Featheringtons moved in across the square. From that day on, it was, “Penelope this,” and “Penelope that,” and “Penelope and I are going to read Don Quixote, and we are going to be knights.”"

Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington in Bridgerton // We're In Love by boygenius

[standardlovers]

theres definitely a moral element to severance surrounding severed identities and consequences which really popped out to me this episode. gemma didnt experience any of what her innies did. gemma still left the dentist touching her jaw in pain, still left allentown with pain in her hand. experiencing things directly doesnt impact that she still has to he the one handling the consequences (at least for now). she leaves and shes the one feeling the remenant pain, just with none of the understanding. the same as we saw with mark in s1 when he gets his head injury via stapler. the outie still holds that injury, but will never be able to fully trust knowing what happened

[longlivethewildernessyet]

Christian dating """advice""" stay away from me. Begone.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

actually the most important skills you can teach your kids are household skills. boy or girl. household skills.

[szaryherbatnik]

Ive been really sleepy these days so sleepy virgil. He falls asleep on desks etc, once he gets to his bed he cannot fall asleep. But hed wear horse girl pjs.

[isfjmel-phleg]

🌋

[stalling]

I’m just gonna say it was a good day today in regards to Glasses. This parasocial relationship is a two way street

[vinelark]

i'm semi-active on tumblr so you might have already answered sorry but how did you get into the batfam? I remember your mdzs works not thaaaat long ago so i'm intrigued (i love both/have been in both fandoms too!). i remember falling into batfam because i saw a pretty fanart of the batbros and i needed to know who they were..

i was lying awake one night around 3am silently scrolling through tiktok and there was one that was someone crying over a batfam fic, which was oddly random of the algorithm to put on my fyp (previously just dogs, lesbians, outdated book drama, and restaurant hosts reenacting customer conversations). i don’t for the life of me remember what fic it was, but i do know i opened it and despite it making zero sense to me (i was still at the “wait, there’s more than one robin?” stage of things) my 3am brain honed in on timothy jackson drake like my dog hearing the lid come off the treat jar. spent about five days jumping between the tim drake ao3 tag “just to see what’s there” and two dozen wiki pages giving myself a dc crash course. a week later i admitted i was actually invested and got myself to a comic shop. now they recognize me when i walk in the door 🥰

anyway i will always love mdzs. but my brain was primed for something new at that point and i think the “crafty genius with self-worth issues” part of my brain saw tim and immediately made room for another character.

[hauntingblue]

I think Invincible writers overestimate how much blood there is in a person's body

[bumblingbabooshka]

[TUVOKTOBER: Day 15] At First Sight. [Patreon | Commissions]

[catdotwav]

fave part of watching aita stories with my bf is when it starts with "I, M" and hes like "oh no its a man"

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #2: Horizon

She watched as the sun began to peek over the farthest edge of the sky; as light began to dye each tree that hazy morning purple and burnished red. It was a familiar sight. Something she made time to watch every morning. It was her routine. So much for the dusk in her namesake. So much for her routine.

Rakaso gathered herself up as she pushed out of the unfamiliar-turned-familiar bed she’d retired herself to the night before. Not her own, no, and something that spoke to her in the back of her mind as distinctly off-kilter of her. For the second time in recent memory she’d willingly laid her head somewhere other than her own home… Or her favorite spot to collapse in her clinic. She ran her thumbs under her eyes at that thought. The remnants of sleep fell away. The thought of her last time here crossed her mind. Showing up in her performance attire. More than slightly drunk. In the middle of the night. Declarations of apology. A long, quiet talk into the night… and a morning after spent in clothes not-hers and not-quite-fitting in a way that she was distinctly aware of. It drew dark blush to her cheeks that she attempted to work away with her fingertips. She couldn’t help but remember the way her eyes skipped across her- Undue thoughts- rather rude thoughts as well towards her circumstances. None of that, Rakaso, she couldn’t help but chastise herself. Frankly she’d committed an error that she felt had no way of being repaid. She hadn’t earned any of these errant thoughts. That she’d been forgiven- well, she assumed she’d been forgiven in any case even if she didn’t at all feel as if she’d earned it- didn’t mean she suddenly got to think of the entire night and morning after with some wistful blushing and a raised heart rate. She’d made those mistakes before. She rubbed at her face again to ease the scowl that snuck its way onto her features.

Her dress was folded and set to rest on a chair nearby. The desk it was paired to haphazardly crammed into this small guest room. It was if it was an invitation- an expectation. In that earnest and honest way she’d somehow become accustomed to. Reliant on? Another scowl was quietly done away with. A change of clothes was within a bag near the bed. If she’d decided not to put her entire ensemble on for the morning. If she’d decided to stay for a time. Accept the implicit invitation of morning tea. Conversation. A start to the day that involved one more person in her usual routine. She made another effort to discard the bubbling, aching thought at that.

Why was it that acknowledging something made it all the more difficult? In the constant denial she was at least suffering an old, knowable ache. She could look at Nathalie and see the troublemaker she’d been assigned to keep in line. The woman who, for whatever reason, had crossed a few lines and earned enough ire to be forced into working under the most frigid and uncaring caretaker the conjurers had. She never did ask how it had come to be. She’d never wanted to ask before. Rakaso shook her head. Should she ask now? Was that something you could do as morning conversation? “Oh, good morning. What did you do to piss off the guild and get stuck with me?” Yes, that would certainly go over well. In fact it might go so well that she’d crawl under a rock and find a new way to succumb to the wonderful embrace of the earth and decay on the spot. She looked at herself in the window’s reflection. Tinted with the dawn. She definitely looked like the overdramatic sort to have that kind of thought. You’d think getting dumped in one marriage would cause one’s self to mellow out. Instead here she was contemplating the sunrise and having thoughts that made her feel as if she’d been caught indulging the girl she could’ve been when she was seventeen summers and not one day older… had her life not had an entirely different trajectory. Here she was. Here she was. She rubbed at her face again. She set down her folded dress.

In the bag was a change of clothes. An answer to a request that Nathalie hadn’t quite made. Rakaso supposed she’d stay for a while, this morning. They could talk. At least this time she’d be wearing her own shirt.