#I need to climb on him

[meownotgood]

every time I see manga aki I want to explode. like. he's so sexy

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[hyunpic]

hyunjin — arena homme korea [june 2025]

[raventhrush]

Traditional Hobbit garb does come with his own challenges . . . Sometimes you need help tying your cravat.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[vaguely-concerned]

huh. you know something I just consciously put together for the first time about caterina and lucanis' relationship is that through the game we get to hear them talk about each other a lot, but we get very few chances to hear them speak with each other at any length at all. contrast it with other companions whose storylines have elements of 'believed lost/long time no see relative returns!' like bellara and davrin, where we get to see both of them have several pretty in-depth conversations with cyrian and eldrin. hell I think even rook talks with varric longer in the regret prison scene than we ever get to see lucanis and caterina interact directly.

(and when we do see them interact, it's mostly one-sided -- it is, perhaps unsurprisingly, caterina who is doing most of the talking and giving all the orders, as he ruefully observes is her wont after murder of crows. including jumpscaring him with 'you're first talon now btw' and the shocked pikachu face in five acts he goes through in response lmao. perhaps it's more accurate to say that she talks at him and he reacts, than that they talk to each other much.)

it has such an interesting effect too, because in deliberately denying us direct insight or experience and only having this mosaic of description from each of them to go on, as well as forcing us to pay attention to the negative space of what is carefully not said, it's evocative along the same principle that you never actually show the monster in a horror film. if you've read the wigmaker job you have a clearer image of the more uh. worrying elements at play here going in, but there is something fascinatingly insidious and naturalistic in the way it's 'hushed up' in the game itself. she has his complete loyalty both as a member of her house and, more importantly, that of an abused child to a parent figure. he readily admits several times that she's a difficult person to live with, an even more difficult person to be loved by ("even for me. and I was her favourite")... but never once does he actively blame her nor truly conceptualize that he has every right to do so (that he can be angry with her and still love her, because whether he should or not he unavoidably does), or that she might have acted differently than she did, that she made a choice every time to hurt him. even affectionately he speaks of her as a force of nature, an act of god -- something that can't be reasoned or pleaded with or resisted, something you can only hope to navigate with as little pain as possible and pray to survive. let yourself get carried away by the riptide, resisting it will only make it worse. you don't compromise with a hurricane, you just try to find the best shelter you can and cross your fingers while you wait for it to pass and be calm again.

love is that hurricane. you do whatever she asks. you earn her continued affection day by day by never letting her down. you only want the things she tells you it's okay to want and cut everything else away preemptively. ("A wyvern tooth dagger?? I loved wyverns as a boy --Caterina would never let me have one of these, though." and as we have all wept and gnashed our teeth over, it never even OCCURS to him that he's a like thirty-five year old adult man who can buy himself any dagger he wants at any time. she said he couldn't have one. so he'll never have one. that's just how it works. and maybe if Illario could just accept that and find his peace with it like I have, this whole thing wouldn't be so difficult. oh lucanis.)

such is the price -- and the cost -- of being loved by her, it's a loan on which the interest will never stop piling up. you have to keep paying it down in perfection every day if you want to keep it. who got the worse deal there: the grandson who has abandoned everything else in life to live up to that and mostly succeeded, until the day he's so burned out and broken it threatens to no longer be an option, or the grandson who can never seem to scrape together enough worth in her eyes no matter how he begs, borrows or steals it, how he hustles and plays dirty?

one of the worst things that can happen to anyone is to be loved by a selfish god. another one of the worst things that can ever happen to anyone is to not be loved by a selfish god. (hope that helps, boys!) even in betraying everything else, Illario can't bring himself to hurt his grandmother, because that would defeat the whole point. who would he defiantly be proving himself worthy to, without her. in love, devotion, submission, hatred, frustration, bitterness, everything is defined in relation to her, you can spot the gravitational force of it through how the dellamorte family move through time and space. she -- her love and regard and attention -- is still the sun both of their worlds orbit around, even as adults. the game might never tell you outright 'she used to beat and starve them growing up. for their own good you see, so they'd be strong (and broken down enough for her to build them up again however she wanted but I'm sure that's incidental)', but if you know even a little bit about how these dynamics can work the writing is on the wall everywhere you look and all the more unsettling for it.

follow lucanis' freeze-logic and fraught interpersonal catch 22 irreconcilable mixed emotions problems back far enough, looong before the ossuary entered the picture, and you start to see caterina's ghost around every fucking corner. she is so proud of him. (well, she would be. she made him. she forged exactly the knife she needed and it rests willingly, devotedly, in her hands, it would return to her every time because it doesn't know love as anything but to be a knife. his tama never taught him how to be anything else. his biggest fear with her is that she won't even want him back, the way he is now.) to the best ability of her soul, whatever parts of it survived a lifetime of crow politics and 'five children, eight grandchildren, only Illario and me left now', I think she really does loves him. he certainly loves her, with all the sincerity and artless desperation of a child, of the little boy he was once. and what she's done to him (and to illario, for all his shitty gremlin scar-ass antics lol) is awful. the harm is real, and the love is real, and trying to find a way for these two truths to exist in the same space is driving all three of them their own individualized forms of insane. you know. the way only family can and so often does lol.

through implications and short glimpses and having to put the pieces together yourself, you can have the feeling that there is very genuine mutual love and attachment in this relationship... and that beneath that there is something so profoundly wrong. and the sneaking '...oh shit it gets worse the longer I think about it' horror of that is more effective for me at least than the stark in-your-face presentation of the facts of the matter could have been. the love is here. the love is here. it only ever makes it worse.

[writersamlake]

MACKENYU as RORONOA ZORO One Piece (2023) S01E01 "Romance Dawn"

[stormyoceans]

this is the single most devastating look i've ever seen i need every single person in faifa's life to SQUARE UP

[in-som-niyah]

happy international women’s day to Jason Todd and his thick, fat and sexy thighs

my thoughts about him singlehandedly dismantle the entire feminist movement and i’m not ashamed

[stuck-in-jelly]

Corvus and The Mystery of All Those Concussions

[landoposition]

if anyone told me earlier this year that a charming flirty milf hunter argentine twink would join the grid with eight races remaining and make me go absolutely feral for him on the spot, i'd laugh.

[aphroditaeon]

it’s so hot either way and so him 🩷

[charlesxavierthirster3000]

Idk what to write rn so let us all just collectively appreciate Hugh's absolutely MAJESTICAL hair in Origins. Istg I still don't know why ppl hate this movie 😔

It's literally my fave alongside First Class bc the balance of humour was AMAZING and everything about it just does something to my soul 😭

Yes ik the cgi claws were kind of a diabolical choice BUT his dynamic with Kayla was so FUCKIGN cute bro wtaf and the plot is genuinely good i swear it's not only his luscious ass hair and constantly oiled up biceps 🙏☹️

Aaaaaand... Yep! It's official. It's all over the screen! Dattebayo! 😂👊

ANYWAYS if anyone sees this PLEASEEE request smt in my inbox I'll literally take most things X-Men 🥳 Maybe I'll upload my boundaries/rules soon but just request whatever you want rn and I WILL try my level best to behead my writer's block. :3

[hyunpic]

omg this diva…

[n0anix]

Polaris

started watching icebound, i like the big guy

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Four felt pretty satisfied, if he was being honest.

It hadn’t been a terrible night. Nor had it been a particularly hard one. But his patient had started out somewhat unstable, showing signs of a brewing infectious response, febrile, unstable blood pressure, and shaking despite being sedated. Four had spent hours in his room trying to sort things out, hours trying to implement the plan the night team had put together during rounds.

And, slowly, things had started to stabilize.

After that, Four spent the next few hours just tidying things up and doing maintenance work - changing lines to prevent infection, cleaning messes, taking out the filled trash cans, keeping up with medication infusions running dry, checking vitals and outputs. Over the course of a twelve hour shift, he’d probably sat down for maybe an hour over multiple little breaks.

And, in the end, the patient was on less sedation and fewer blood pressure medications by the time day shift came.

So yes, Four was pretty satisfied. At least until the Monday-Friday day crew rolled in, checking lines, pointing out caps that Four had missed, complaining about the state of the patient’s dressing that Four had missed.

And suddenly, all that hard work felt completely disregarded, and Four found himself in a sour mood as he headed towards the parking garage.

He caught sight of Legend, who looked similarly grouchy. “How was your night?”

”Fine,” the travel nurse shrugged. “Just some annoying patients.”

”Oh?”

Legend huffed. “One guy said I wasn’t taking good care of him simply because he was a Zora. Like I just was a racist to him. Meanwhile, his chief complaint was back pain that he’d had for four days, while my other patients had chest pain, an asthma attack, and a drug overdose. The doc gave the guy a muscle relaxer and some pain medicine and we were discharging him and he said I hurt him when I took the fucking pulse-ox sticker off his finger and demanded a bandaid. I hate people.”

Four grimaced. At least his own patient hadn’t really been an issue, particularly since the guy had been intubated and sedated the entire night. “Were the others at least decent?”

”Oh yeah,” Legend answered casually. “Chest pain dude was pretty chill considering he was probably having an nSTEMI. Even cracked some jokes. OD was an OD, usual nonsense. Before that group I had a teenager who had broken her ankle from running in heels and her friends kept trying to make her laugh so that was nice, and then there was the two-year-old who fell down a couple stairs… uh, what else, priapism guy came back—"

”Not priapism guy,” Four laughed. “He really never is gonna learn.”

”Hey!”

Legend and Four turned to see Twilight and Wild trotting towards them with a wave.

”Wait, are we all on night shift rotation right now?” Four asked, baffled. “I swear you were on days, Twi.”

”I picked up extra,” Twilight answered blearily. “I hate myself.”

”Oh shut up, you love night shift,” Legend huffed. “Best time to work.”

”I’m a morning person,” Twilight grumbled. “I want to go to bed.”

”I say we should get breakfast together,” Wild proposed.

Twilight rolled his eyes. “You always want to eat. I want to sleep.”

"I'm down for food," Legend said, shrugging.

"Breakfast it is!" Wild clapped his hands happily as Twilight groaned.