#<-Hes there in the last picture so Sure

[medicalunprofessional]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[cinna-bunnie]

was drunk at my friend's place yesterday and her bf was given some throwing knives, played around for a bit and i still got it 🧐 that was my last push to get back into knife throwing, haven't been into it since i was 17/18 lol. i ordered these ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა

edit: if ur here from my top posts you can see me throw them here!

[kagooleo]

aside from my rice here’s a doodle dump of my timeskip johto kiddos all scribbled during classes! forgot to upload this some time ago but it's a mix of silly doodles, profile studies and outfit ideations 📝

[silverpsychedelic]

Some various Cades, a Queenie and an unnamed Dreepy

[vickyvicarious]

Last night the Count asked me in the suavest tones to write three letters, one saying that my work here was nearly done, and that I should start for home within a few days, another that I was starting on the next morning from the time of the letter, and the third that I had left the castle and arrived at Bistritz. I would fain have rebelled, but felt that in the present state of things it would be madness to quarrel openly with the Count whilst I am so absolutely in his power; and to refuse would be to excite his suspicion and to arouse his anger. He knows that I know too much, and that I must not live, lest I be dangerous to him; my only chance is to prolong my opportunities. Something may occur which will give me a chance to escape. I saw in his eyes something of that gathering wrath which was manifest when he hurled that fair woman from him. He explained to me that posts were few and uncertain, and that my writing now would ensure ease of mind to my friends; and he assured me with so much impressiveness that he would countermand the later letters, which would be held over at Bistritz until due time in case chance would admit of my prolonging my stay, that to oppose him would have been to create new suspicion. I therefore pretended to fall in with his views, and asked him what dates I should put on the letters.

Not to quote almost the entire entry at y'all, but... Last night, the Count asked this. So the evening of the same day that Jonathan viewed the broken doorframe and found absolute proof that his fears are indeed true, that his sanity is intact and the nightmare is real.

I made a somewhat premature post yesterday talking about how it was sad that Jonathan's words about "acting accordingly" with this confirmation are disproven or at least made very sad by the long gap following this entry. That it proves he can't think of any safe actions to take in the face of this increased threat, that he hardly even tries out of fear of making things even worse, and so his only possible action is to wait. But I'd somehow forgotten this entry happened immediately after, and it makes the buildup to that decision even worse.

First and most obviously, in that it gives Jonathan a definite timeline. (Well, as definite as can be, if you subscribe to him losing track of time - that would make things even worse for him.) On the one hand, he can presume that hopefully he will live that long, but on the other he's almost guaranteed not to live beyond that time, at least if circumstances don't change.

But also... last night. Jonathan didn't even get a single day to consider a new plan of action before he was forced into another tense moment of having to decide 'play along or not'. And he hesitates this time! This newest demand is so blatant and so huge that Jonathan almost breaks! This is apparent both in the "I would fain have rebelled..." line but also in the line following Jonathan's justifications for not rebelling in the end. I've bolded it above. Dracula starts to get angry.

Dracula started out this conversation in his "suavest tones." He usually gets extra charming when trying to get Jonathan to agree to some new restriction, so that's nothing new. And usually Jonathan plays it smart and goes along with it. He did now too, in the end. But he hesitated this time, probably wrestling back his fear and outrage long enough to think through all the reasons he gives above not to speak up. He waits long enough that Dracula starts to get mad. He knows Jonathan knows, and knows Jonathan knows he knows. That's been true since the beginning, and usually the layers of fear and knowledge are fun for Dracula to the point that he seems to savor them. But this time he saw that he had almost pushed too far too soon. He saw Jonathan teetering on the edge of ruining everything, of admitting the truth and forcing an end to this delicious anticipatory game, and he started to get pissed off about it. Sure, he carried on through the conversation, kept assuring "with much impressiveness" but the fact that he had to annoyed him greatly. He knows Jonathan knows, which means that Jonathan should know better. The whole fun is that he does know better usually. Dracula doesn't want this to end, was very firm just a couple days ago that he isn't done with his Jonathan yet; if Jonathan were to say "no" to him that would end it, and he would immediately take out his anger and frustration on him. (Dracula voice: "no one takes my Jonathan time away from me. I'd kill anyone who tried, even Jonathan himself!")

Jonathan is able to read the signs appropriately; and honestly, I think that he very definitively saves his life by agreeing. I think that if he had refused to write the letters, or even resisted a bit longer, he would have been a goner. I think that he is well aware of that too.

Dracula's violence threatened to turn on him today, more so than ever before. Immediately after Jonathan confirmed the Count is his only safety from the vampire ladies threatening him elsewhere in the castle, it almost ceased to matter as he nearly failed to adapt fast enough to avoid this threat. And then he has to salvage the situation, and he does, but the risk is so huge. The sense of barely-averted danger (death) so strong.

If Jonathan were in a different headspace, if he'd been given more time to prepare, maybe he would be able to sneak in some kind of cry for help into his letters. Sure, they're not going to be posted until the relevant dates so it might not matter anyway, but it would be worth a try and I think he would try. But right now? I'm not sure that he would have the ability to think clearly enough, filled with panicked adrenaline and fear as he must be. And Jonathan doesn't mention it, but I feel it quite likely that Dracula would insist on him writing the letters right then, under his watchful eye. Jonathan might be too afraid to push his luck enough to even try anything beyond using a different tone than usual (short, to the point, just what Dracula wants but nothing more).

And again, this is all right on the heels of confirming that he isn't safe anywhere here, not even when Dracula is gone. The Count is in fact keeping him safe from greater dangers. His enemies have quadrupled in number (at least, who knows if there are even more monsters here). They all have a variety of supernatural abilities he doesn't know how to counter. They want to drink his blood. He hasn't really had time to process any of this.

If he isn't safe when alone (except partially during daylight), then he can't explore freely. If they can move through windows and break doors, their strength and magical abilities mean he can't barricade himself away from them anywhere. If he displeases Dracula then he is lost. If he acts out he will displease Dracula. Even if he isn't setting his sights as high as escaping anymore, even if he only wants to learn more to record in his diary. Right now, Jonathan is having trouble thinking of a way to even do that much safely. As far as he can see, there's nothing he can do but wait for some kind of opportunity.

And he can only wait so long. He now knows the span of his life.

[fairyroses]

— SMALLVILLE, “Wither” (6.03)

[ssreeder]

Omg Ssreedy <3 saw you going off in my tags, you're the sweetest! ToT You have no idea how much i cherish your kind words, they really motivate me

Also congrats on the new chapter! It made me appreciate Reho so much, I keep growing fonder of this guy!! (Morrak absolutely wrecked him with his diagnosis tho, haha, my man didn't deserved to get dragged so hard)

Anyway that made me remember that I cooked something up last year, but never posted it. (apologies, I probably got some of their details wrong, I did this purely from memory ////) my headcanons of what Ara & Reho look like

GENTLE TREES NOOOOOO you can’t drop OC art in my inbox and expect me to be even the SLIGHTEST bit normal about it.

You’re so amazing, going off in your tags is a damn honor *salutes*

Dude Morrak WRECKED Reho last chapter, and I guess there’s not patient dr confidentiality in this AU because Morrak totally slandered the poor man to Katara of all people lol. At least Reho didn’t have to hear yet another person try to figure out what’s wrong with him haha.

Thank you Gentle you’re so amazing!!! I can’t wait to gush over your art some more in the tags

[doubledyke]

thinkin about edd today

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

something a little silly

(he's not actually angry at the "drugs" thing, just busy trying not to die)

oh i almost forgot

transcript of my bad handwriting:

Page 1 Panel 1: 2013, 1:38 pm (sfx: DING DING DING)

Panel 2: 9th period, 1:40 pm

Peter's internal thought bubble: "Oh shit my meds"

Panel 3:

Student 1: Hi, Mr. Parker!

Peter: mm-hm

Panel 4:

Student 1: Mr. Parker? Hello?

(Student 2: Huh?)

Panel 5:

Peter: Hm?

Student 1: What are those, tic tacs?

Student 2: No, he's doing drugs!!! (In class!)

Text pointing to Peter's hand holding his pills says "PTSD medication"

Peter: HKFGH (choking noise)

Page 2:

Panel 1:

Student 1: Are you okay?!

(Student 2: oh fuck)

Peter: COUGH COUGH

Panel 2:

(sfx: WHEEZE)

Peter: It's not DRUGS!

Panel 3, Peter cont.: Well, I mean, it is drugs, but it's prescription—it's medication. OK?

[crossbackpoke-check]

a junkyard dog ain't always pretty but you always love that toothless smile

[enter-drfrog]

So if you don’t know me, which none of you do, I am a biiiiiig Newsies fan. Last night I saw Casey Cott’s first night in Moulin Rouge.

I got to stage door last night and while I was waiting I was just kind of looking around at everything going on around me. While I’m doing this I accidentally make very direct eye contact with some random guy who was a good distance away.

I don’t think panic has set in for me as quickly as it did then. My head has never whipped away so fast. Because that was not some random man. It was Corey fucking Cott. I made intensely direct eye contact and immediately realized that I was locking eyes with Jack Kelly and couldn’t keep it together.

[moongothic]

[yellowvixen]

Hold on I'm obsessed with Amy's tarot cards

[murasaki-sama]

*Opens Assassin’s Apprentice Illustrated Edition Ebook*

*Scrolls through quickly to see illustrations from parts I’ve already read*

*finds first illustration of The Fool right where I’m caught up*

Uhh....how am I supposed to close this image and keep going? Its fucking gorgeous?

Look at this????? How do I keep reading and not just, stare at this for eight hours straight??????? My beloved Fool looks amazing?

@melaan​ have you seen this nonsense????

[apollos-boyfriend]

my mom’s been really into digging through our family tree and apparently we may be related to some like. super important founders of my home state?? she’s only found this info in one place so i’m encouraging her to do more research but. interesting if true