#and it hurts meeeee

[kaztheghost]

The reason qRoier is so adamant and insistent on the eggs being dead is because of how adamant and insistent he was that Bobby would live; he was so sure and not for a second did he entertain the idea, and when that ended in a goodbye it shifted his outlook and this is such a blatant showcasing of that!!! He doesn't want to get his hopes up because he knows how much it hurts to have them crushed and he cannot take that again

[kanos]

bonus:

[forcebookish]

(almost) every forcebook kiss

So it wasn't just a dream?

[liminalghost]

Fanfic writers got me like

@sebaurouge - sovereign of summers lost

@jesternlove - the malicious rod

Please accept this token of appreciation 🫶

[pearl-kite]

So new Vega audio, right. Heads up this got WAY longer than I meant so uh. Prepare to scroll, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In advance, I don't even really know when things get posted to youtube time-of-day-wise, so this is probably technically spoiler material, etc etc, and a bit heavily flavored by particular headcanon for the Warden, especially the details of their job.

You work at the Department, your favorite part is psychology-related casework. Sure, the serenity demons have got that corner covered, but you enjoy helping when they're short-handed in between the times you have to do demon-specific tasks like ward maintenance, etc.

You get this fucking file, red flags ALL over it, but you're good at your job, you know how to keep your personal shit separate and not fall for manipulation tactics, but the guy is good. You're also good enough to see through it all, but oh man is he pat.

Shit happens and suddenly you're kidnapped, sort of? And you can see every time he tries to be subtle and nudge you to think one way or another, but he is actually helping you, which yeah, sure that's a manipulation in and of itself, but he's almost nice? You don't agree with a lot of what he says, but there are some points he has that you've had before, but you'll be damned if you're going to let him know that. You can see what he's doing and you're not going to fall for it (maybe that's the problem though, you think you can see it but does that make you overconfident?)

And then when you're finally better he just. Lets you leave. But he gives you an option, and it sounds not only logical, but nice (ah shit did you start to like him? You know he's manipulating you, remember?). So you stick with him. You can leave anytime.

But you don't leave, because maybe you started to forget that he's manipulating you, you saw through it all at the beginning, after all, and there's plenty of evidence that he's not lying about shit going on with that cult.

One day he says he values you, and you immediately think it's a trick, and you can't read his emotions the way he can read yours, but something feels honest about it, and suddenly you believe it when he says you matter, and you like that, you like it a lot, and you think maybe you're a little fucked because you might do anything he asks you to at this point.

And then not even a half hour later something fucking disintegrates him in front of you, which shouldn't have been possible, and it terrifies you and you run. You forget that you can fucking rift away in an instant and you use your fucking feet and sprint, you're so terrified.

Where the fuck are you supposed to go? You ditched your job, even if you were abducted in the first place, do you even have any friends outside of work?

To make things more confusing, some fucking piece of paper materializes out of nowhere for you, and you read it. It feels like a confession, but it's from that bastard so how are you supposed to believe it, and it tells you to just forget him and move on and what the fuck, man, how?

So you read it again, and another couple times, and maybe you end up back at the safe house you had been abducted to at first and you reread it enough that maybe you start to memorize it. And when you finally put it back down to reconsider what you're supposed to do, the thing that killed him suddenly pops in with him alive next to it like he didn't just disintegrate in front of you hours ago.

And he doesn't remember it. He doesn't remember you. He doesn't address you properly, doesn't remember your name and doesn't call you darling. But he does remember? He remembers you but nothing about you? And he begs you to explain what's going on because his memory is about 2000 years old at this point and he doesn't know if there's anyone else that can catch him up.

He's begging, and you don't think this is a trick anymore. For the first time, you're positive he isn't manipulating you, he's pleading.

He asks what your relationship was (good question). You try to hedge and he calls you out. You tell him it's complicated.

What do you mean complicated.

You don't really know how to say "Well, I was your department-appointed therapist of sorts, you abducted me, but then you offered to have me tag along on your mission to save the world and you've manipulated me so much through the whole thing that I can't really tell what was real and what wasn't and then you died in front of me and left me this note that honestly just made it more unclear what we were," so you stick with "You died and left me this note" and hand him the piece of paper you already memorized to read.

And he doesn't just read it to himself, he reads it out loud, so you get to hear the fucking thing in his voice now, and why does he sound so shaken by the request to forget him, does he hate reading that part as much as you did?

He finishes the letter and doesn't understand why you said it was complicated, that made it sound pretty straightforward, why would he have called you darling and dearest and praised you like that if it hadn't been straightforward?

You don't know what else to say, and thank god he drops it, but even though he knows now what he called you he keeps addressing you wrong and you hate it, you're not just an inchoate you're his warden, but he asks if you'll keep helping him and you almost want to say of course you idiot but you just say you will.

Anyway I was very insane about this last night, I don't know if this accurately gets that across, but then again it's about 5 times longer than I meant so maybe that's the insanity.

I've never really been good at putting my reactions into words, it never quite gets across the vibrating flailing aaaaaa feel that my brain goes through, but be assured my brain is vibrating flailing aaaaaa

[yellowloid]

(forbidden) love, secrets, memories and regrets in am's 'tranquility base hotel and casino'

[boneskullravenriver]

Darrow saying that he and sevro can't be away from each other, sevro saying after they get to Mars that he's done & wants to meet his new baby... IM FUCKING SICK. MY CHEST HURTS. DONT DO THIS TO ME

[barghest-land]

me when mexico....

[alluralater]

the most amazing woman on earth likes me. time to get in a staring contest with the sun because i am now officially invincible

[brown-little-robin]

MY FAVORITE UNCLE IS WATCHING MOB PSYCHO 100 THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[makesometime]

If you're still doing the angst prompts: “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.” for Zolf/Wilde (GIMME MORE ANGST)

#75: “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.”

(set before the first epilogue, closer to the end of the show than yesterday's)

Getting drunk was a mistake.

He’d thought it might help, given that Oscar’s not stopped looking at him with a faint hint of betrayal ever since he said he was leaving. And it was better than just existing in his head without any dulling of the ache that refuses to leave him be.

But, as always, getting drunk doesn’t change anything.

He wants to stay. 

Gods, he wants to stay. Staying would be easy. Oscar would give him a good life, would keep him safe.

He doesn’t deserve it. 

Oscar pours him another glass of wine, something that they shouldn’t really have access to. He reaches for the glass too soon, touches his fingertips to the edge of Oscar’s hand and watches a shiver chase up the length of his arm.

“Zolf…”

It’s a quiet chastisement, but it doesn’t discourage him. With this much booze in him, there’s little that could.

“C’mere.”

Oscar sighs, topping off his own glass and dropping the empty bottle onto the rug at their feet. Then, without speaking, he gets up from his seat and twirls to sit across Zolf’s lap, one long leg on either side of his thighs.

“This is a bad idea.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them move, though. Oscar bends back to snatch up his wine and Zolf does the same for his own, sipping at it and enjoying the weight of Oscar on top of him.

“Have you considered…” Oscar starts. “Changing your mind?” 

“Yeah. Course. All the time.”

Oscar drinks his wine. It takes him a while to speak again, several savouring sips of his drink. Zolf doesn't mind. 

“And that's not enough?” 

He shrugs. “Guess not. Else I'd stay.”

“I managed to get my hands on a newspaper this morning, did you know they were printing those again?” Oscar murmurs. His lips are stained. “I saw a little house for sale on the coast. I thought about us living there, happy, nothing to prove.”

It sounds wonderful. Impossibly possible.

“Don't you ever think about that for us?” 

“Course I do. Won't lie to you.” Zolf says. “But don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.”

“I have, darling.” Oscar sighs, fingers warm as they stroke over his cheeks. “I have, and I know that I will hate every single moment.”

They can read each other so well at this point. When Zolf lifts his chin, Oscar knows to duck down and press a kiss to his lips, lingering, soft, saying so much more than they can currently put into words.

When they finally part, Oscar’s smile is sad enough to gut him.

“If I thought there was anything I could to make you stay, I would have done it long before now.”

Zolf nods. He fits his hand against the side of Oscar’s throat and feels his pulse rabbiting along beneath the skin. “I’ll come back.”

In the moment, he thinks they both believe it. 

And maybe that’s enough.

[harrowedsoup]

There is just something about that fact that Gideon is convinced that the best thing she can do is to kill until she dies. That the ultimate gift she can give is her death.

But there has always been someone that wanted her to live. From the moment she was born Pyrrha wanted her as a daughter. Aiglamene took her as a child to train her and was so angry that she’d been killed so young. Harrow, who has such pride in her mind and skills, lobotomized herself just to try and keep Gideon alive in the loosest sense of the word.

[willowser]

listened to evermore from beauty and the beast i'm SICK

[d3m0n1c-cl0wn3ry]

hm :]

[imminent-danger-came]

The fandom's consensus on Li Jing kills me because Wukong has been more directly cruel to Ne Zha on screen than Li Jing ever has and yet. AND YET.

[lesbianspeedy]

stanning a real person is the worst personality regression ive ever been through what the fuck do you mean im missing a TOUR? GET A GRIP