#and say it's platonic ok

[orangesyellow]

Hi. Hello. I'm Sydney. Family style?

[knifearo]

i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a binary i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a sliding scale of "less" to "more" i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the only two options i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as significantly different things i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as all encompassing i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the two halves of a shallow concept of love that doesn't actually encompass anything at all i think we need to overhaul every popular conception about "types" of love so we can talk about things that are real and true for once

[warmfungi]

What fucks with me is an evil, despicable character, lost and alone while violently ill – abandoned without anyone to care for them... And then someone Finds them.

Someone who has no connection to them or isn't even remotely aware of their actions. To them, it's just a stranger that looks to be on the brink of death. As the villain, who's got more blood on their hands than they can brag about spilling, collapses onto the ground, this person rushes to them, completely unaware they're about to save the life of someone who's not worth their time.

However, I'm tired of this trope ending up with the villain back to their old ways in an instant. If that's your thing, sure – but I always find it annoying. Sometimes, I think, it takes a monster facing its own death to realize they should treat people better – were it not for mere coincidence, death would have swallowed them whole.

Instead, it only got to graze them – because someone cared. For once, someone cared, and the villain didn't plan to use it against them.

[haunted-xander]

Baby's first kiss(ing attempt)

[jewishcissiekj]

Quinlan was here.

Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022) Part III | Star Wars (1998) #38-39 | Star Wars: Republic #50 | Star Wars: Republic #69-70 | Star Wars: The Clone Wars Season 3 Episode 9 - Hunt for Ziro

[samanthamulder]

THE X-FILES (1993-2018)

SEASON EIGHT — I will go on record to say this: that I have seen things that I cannot explain. I have observed phenomena that I cannot deny. And that as a scientist and a serious person it is a badge of honor not to dismiss these things because someone thinks they're BS.

[turtledotjpeg]

when ur squad is size small-medium-large

[randombook4idk]

people will talk about how it is important to recognize abuse and how it comes in many shapes and forms, but the second sibling abuse gets brought up, you then have to shut up, because you clearly don't have a sibling if you don't think that bullying them, making them fear you, screaming at them, putting them down, beating up them up, emotionally/physically abusing them, giving them trauma, guilt tripping them and other abusive behavior is an ok thing to do.

[verxsyon]

canon compliant ptn. chief!gn!reader

! contains major character death ! 

hey, what’s up? finally started playing ptn. does angst exist in the ptn writing community? if it doesn’t, lemme introduce myself— /shot. 

as i was saying! i finished chapter 3 so i don’t know much about the lore yet. but something came to my mind the last few days since i finished it. okay, sinners are unshackled if the sinner themselves die or if the chief dies. zoya wondered about the chief’s shackles, one of which being the side effects, and even the chief doesn’t know the content behind their own powers (amnesiac protagonist amirite).

so this is my idea: what happens if you, the chief, dies? the sinners you shackled finally gained freedom, but why does it feel so empty? and as time went on, their unconscious reactions of grief, sadness, and other negative things that are indescribable caused their mania levels to spike, losing control over their powers and themselves, to the point where they start to hallucinate you being alive.

they hallucinate an alternate reality, maybe a dream. in one life, you and them are strangers. in another, you’re friends. in another, you’re lovers. in another, your relationship with them could be something else. why do their hearts ache when they see you? shouldn’t they feel overjoyed that they have control of their own powers back? to kill you over and over again, the cause of their misery, without the shackles holding them back? but, why is it…regret? should’ve they done something to prevent your death?

when they call your name, depending on your relationship with them in that alternate universe, either you’ll give them a confused look but ask for their name, give them a hug, or kiss their face. and when the dream ends, when they soon succumb to madness of mania, the grief, sadness, and pain finally hit them. they want you to call their name so many times they won’t forget, to hold them a little bit longer to feel their warmth, and to take your breath away as if their lives depended on it. afterwards their mania peaks. their dreamworld starts to fall apart, and you’ve become transparent, slowly vanishing from their memory. 

as they inch closer to death, they can feel your presence enveloping them. it’s warm and safe, as if death never came knocking on their door at all. as their consciousness drift away into nothingness, all they can hear are muffled noises, except one: your voice. in that moment, they found you in a field of flowers (the scene in the beginning of the game), in another place of existence where their darkness can’t reach.

“see you in heaven, those who have sinned.”

[vampirejuno]

Fucked up having a goofy ass romantic nature when you're not in a relationship or even have a crush on anyone specific. You'll be sitting there thinking "oooh I wish I had someone to kiss and take on gayass dates and dedicate my soul to" with complete sincerity like some kinda 18th century nerd who courts ladies just so he can have someone to write poems for. I have all this love in me and nowhere to put it, what a fuckin waste dude. You were right Freddie find me somebody to love

[hajihiko]

self indulgent little thing pulled from this sweet writing

[ferretwhomst]

alright guys. poll time

just wanted to ask because from what i can tell the gf fandom doesn't really seem to have a general fandom-wide consensus on this ship. rbs would be appreciated!!! also feel free to elaborate in the tags which option you chose and why! i'd love to hear people's reasoning :-)

[arkiwii]

What do you think of Saria / Silence / Ptilopsis? Silence has two wings, and Joyce was very affectionate in the manhua...

that's! an amazing question! you can get a cookie

so I actually did condidered it at some point. I have absolutely nothing against polycule ships, and I do headcanon some characters as poly, so I was wondering hey, maybe I should consider Saria/Silence/Ptilopsis! I started by reading a few fanfictions, and I ended up with the conclusion "it's very cute"

and. that's all

I'm not against the ship, and I'm ok with it, but I just can't be into it - and the main reason comes from Ptilopsis herself. you see, she's such an amazing and complex character, and I ended up with a few headcanons about her. I'll explain it;

firstly, I can't decide whenever I want to imagine that Joyce does have romantic feelings for Olivia, or not. I don't want to say "she doesn't have them because of device #9" - she had proven a lot that she can feel things, she just can't express them well. so saying that she can't feel love is very wrong. but in any cases, I came with a conclusion; even if she was in love, she wouldn't even recognize it. my main example is with how seems to struggle to understand the concept of affection, and it's proven in her operator record:

it's taking place after Rhine Lab... is she doubting her friendship with Silence??* not saying she never considered Silence as a friend, but I think she's... unaware. it's like she can feel things, but can't process what she's feeling. so if she was in love, would she even know? does she think she's even able to feel love?

*(adding that it might just be a joke. in Silence's operator record, she does "register Silence as a friend". but it's because Silence said that Joyce was her friend. and when Silence reminds her again "you're my friend", she felt the need to confirm it? and she notes it in her diary, too. a diary where she writes things she doesn't want to forget. it's like she forgets that she's not just "Dr. Silence's assistant".)

and the second reason is, even if she was in love, even if she realized it... I don't think she would say it or want to engage in a relationship.

she knows that she's dying, and she cares a lot about Silence. she really does. but Olivia is going through a lot - Joyce knows that her death would cause a lot of pain for Olivia. because she's Olivia's friend - now imagine if she was Olivia's partner. that would cause way more pain. I don't think Joyce would allow this to happen, she wouldn't want. as she says, she wants them to have a happy ending, even if it means that Olivia has to be happy with someone else.

Ptilopsis is a very tragic character. love is a strong and beautiful feeling, and my god, you can write so much story about it. I can understand that people would want her to be in a relationship, after all, we all want her happy, and I wanr her happy too! but I'm a dumbass bound to "the scenario" and I tend to build headcanons and ships based on if it brings something interesting or not. and I think Ptilopsis is an amazing example of "to love is to want the person you love happy, even if it's without you".

and I also want to add that Joyce is happy either way! well, she says that she's satisfied with her life. it could have been better, but she doesn't mourn it. despite what device #9 brought in her life, it also gave her another view on life, and opened her eyes to things she never saw before. and she thinks it's suffisant

ANYWAY SO big tl;dr - they're cute and I don't mind it at all, but I can't ship them because it would bring nothing but pain when she'll be gone. and I fucking love drama and angst and bittersweet scenarios

[shopcat]

the essence of zukka is incredibly easy to nail down it still confuses me that people ARE so confused but it's like ok... other than toph sokka was the most open one to actually accept zuko into their group in a non-hostile way (not that say katara was wrong at all but he was definitely not as mad as her) and as much as the life changing field trip jokes are funny they were ALREADY somehow ride or die the second zuko said no we'll take my war balloon. they didn't even take the damn trip yet.

they're enemies to begrudging acquaintances to immediate ride or dies for life. they're the plan guy (sokka) and the runs into action without literally ANY thought guy (zuko). hey JERKS how's your JERKBENDING 😙. they're the blue spirit and an honourary kyoshi warrior. in the comics they had a little club where they "swordbended" together bc they both fight with swords... like that is so stinking cute... they were taught by the SAME GUY actually... they're both the eldest of the group and brothers to prodigy sisters, they both lost their mother and in a way their father... nonbender/bender duo, firelord/ambassador or prince/son of the chief of the southern water tribe.

they were both raised with expectations, sokka was a parentified child and zuko an infantilised one. zuko is an idiot and sokka ISN'T but he's prone to silliness and having fun over the course of his narrative arc and zuko needs to relax once every 30 hours or he'll die from a stomach ulcer. they both tell dogshit jokes and are the only ones who probably think they're funny and they both hate each others jokes. they would probably invent their own language if they could. they're the most different ever and yet the exactly the same person. they're stupid teenage boys and child soldiers and forefront leaders of a nation. they're going to grow up together.

in 2021 there was an article pointing out we don't know who sokka was with as an adult and we do know zuko was a single father and mai and him DID break up and it would be weird for 100% of them to stay with the person you were dating when you were 16. it's one of sokka's va's favourite ships who is arguably knowledgeable about his own character. it IS the live action actors favourite ship and they call each other their boyfriend or whatever. one of the first full convos zuko had with him was him trying to make him feel better in the most insane autistic way possible talking about silver sandwiches. they would probably smoke weed together and invent a brand new brilliant machine that only one of them can run. IT'S EASY WHAT'S NOT CLICKING HERE.

[catboydogma]

a dirty business (dreaming)

wc: 1,536

notes: second entry for coday bingo! no sergeants were harmed in the writing of this fic.

summary:

“Not to worry,” Cody said evenly. “Sergeant Wake stopped crying a few meters back. We’re operating at full functionality.” His bucket wasn’t completely empty. He’d brought a pair of medics and a full squad of ARCs and ARFs, leaving Lieutenants Boil and Gregor as in situ battalion commanders. And Howl. Maybe there was a reason to worry after all. “You’re a fuckin’ terror, sir. When you get up there make sure you give the General a piece of your mind for letting his comm die out like that.”

cross-posted to ao3

“Sitrep,” Cody demanded over comms. Boil’s end of the line fuzzed in contemplation.

“’S pissin’ rain, sir,” Boil said at last.

He’d suspected this would happen when he’d promoted Boil for his ability to think creatively under pressure and circumvent standards to play situations to his advantage. The whole lot of his Command Corps were like that. Unfortunately.

“No good trying to make it up that slope for a good look, sir. Last engagement compromised casing integrity on the rock-climbers and the rain’s got all in the engines. We’re sitting nunas ‘till the gunships get here. But—”

Boil’s brief bout of helpfulness died with the next blustery gust of wind. Sheets of rain sliced sideways across the sky for a long moment and frigid water sluiced down the neck of his bodysuit.

“—‘s pissin’ rain. Sir.”

“Astute as ever, Lt.,” Cody said evenly. Visibility was approaching a neat zero with the rain and darkness. The 212th couldn’t afford to tip their hand any more than they already had. Cody was already acting on the conclusion that their base coordinates had been compromised. If not for this damned rain they’d already be moving onward.

Unfortunately, aside from the rain and the predominantly dark rotations resulting from a far-off and geriatric star—aside from the hostile terrain and rockslides and mudslides and sinkholes and the Sith’s own bad luck—their Jedi General had gone and gotten himself stuck halfway up a cliff with a malfunctioning comm unit and a pair of his ARFs.

“The General can find his own way down,” Boil said at last. It sounded like it pained him to say. He was likely right. Still, Cody found himself glancing up at the remainder of the slope he had left, one hand braced against a piton and the other jammed into the cliffside. “We’ll never hear the end of it if half our Command died in a freak rain accident, Commander.”

Ah. The good Lieutenant was feeling helpful again. Cody tested his weight against the piton, then levered his leg up to the next foothold. The rain had made the rock slippery and loosened the grit and pebbles in its various crevices. It was frigid—nearly to freezing temperatures—and Cody’d had to turn his HUD to night vision an hour back. He was soaked to the bone and his toes felt as if they would never be dry again.

All in all, it was a hell of a good time.

“Not to worry,” Cody said evenly. “Sergeant Wake stopped crying a few meters back. We’re operating at full functionality.” His bucket wasn’t completely empty. He’d brought a pair of medics and a full squad of ARCs and ARFs, leaving Lieutenants Boil and Gregor as in situ battalion commanders. And Howl.

Maybe there was a reason to worry after all.

“You’re a fuckin’ terror, sir. When you get up there make sure you give the General a piece of your mind for letting his comm die out like that.”

“I’ll take it under advisement, Lieutenant.” Cody cut the line and grunted with exertion as he heaved himself up the last two meters, relying on the strength of his shoulders and core and digging the fingers of his gauntlets into the cliffside.

The rocky slope leveled out into a slight plateau before climbing into the sky once more. The peak was obscured by the rain and dark and even darker clouds that hung low and heavy in the sky.

What Cody had missed from the bottom of the slope was that there was the jagged mouth of a cave just before the cliff went vertical again—and within the cave, the glow of red emergency light sticks.

Cody had to drop down to one knee and duck his head to get through the opening of the cave, and then it widened right out—his HUD picked out three heat signatures, then Cody was pulling it off so the glow of the light sticks didn’t futz with his night vision.

“Ah, Commander,” Kenobi said cheerfully. His hair was plastered to his skull and his robes were sodden against his torso. He was drenched. And he looked like a drowned tooka. “Excellent timing, as always.”

“General,” Cody said, voice flat. “Lieutenants.”

Kenobi made the particular grimace he did whenever he knew Cody was cross with him, then raised a hand to hide it by stroking his mustache. “In my defense, I only just realized my comm was out of charge. I suspect a bit of rain may have found its way into the casing…”

Behind Kenobi, Waxer—helmet still on, smart trooper—slowly raised his hand and pressed his palm to the front of his visor.

“And you lot?” Cody asked sharply.

Lieutenant Clayton grimaced and held up his helmet. It had a large crack running through the front and the visor was dull and lifeless.

“Thundercrack triggered a bit of a rockslide, sir,” Waxer explained. Clayton was a trooper of few words but he was a damn good officer. “And something in the atmo up here’s got my signal on the fritz.”

As General, Kenobi’s comm would have been the most long-range—and sturdy—of the three of them. Cody made a mental note to see if he could get comms antenna onto one of the General’s spaulders.

“Not much to be done about it now,” Kenobi said decisively. He clasped Cody’s shoulder. He could only feel the pressure of it through his spaulder and bodysuit but he half-fancied he might be able to feel the chill radiating off Kenobi’s white-tipped hands. “I’m glad you decided to come up after us, or we would’ve been quite stranded for the duration of the…”

Cody snagged Kenobi’s wrist and the General’s voice trailed off. He pulled a gauntlet off his with his teeth, then the other, and jammed them both over Kenobi’s hands. Now that he had his gloves off he could feel how cold Kenobi’s hands were—and he didn’t like it one bit.

“No fancy twirling that ‘saber of yours if your hands turn into ice blocks,” Cody bit out. There was a strange roughness in his voice: he blamed the cold for his sore throat and chest. “And I’m warmed up from the climb.”

Kenobi stared at him with his mouth just slightly agape. The shine of rain on his face made him look surreal, like either he or Cody had been caught sleepwalking—dreamlike and distant. “Quite,” he said in a strange and quiet voice.

“Commander!” Wake and co. crowded into the cave—the medics shoved to the front and immediately started headshaking at Clayton’s cracked helmet and the bruise he’d gotten from whatever had cracked his visor—and the chilly tint to Kenobi’s lips and fingernails. “Found ‘em,” the Sergeant said into his helmet comm. To Boil, it was likely.

Cody stepped back. He cleared his throat. He jammed his helmet back onto his head and ignored the way Kenobi was—slowly and thoughtfully—rubbing at his wrists and the backs of his hands. “Lines secure?”

“Ready and waiting,” Wake replied with a brief salute. “Rain’s starting to die down a bit, too.”

“It’ll pass by in a little less than an hour,” Kenobi said mildly. He was still rubbing at his hands—just absently brushing the tips of his fingers back and forth over the ridges of his knuckles hidden by Cody’s gauntlets. “You couldn’t have picked a better time, gentlemen. Shall we?”

Cody felt the welling of his frustration and ire trickle away and die down with each step out of the cave and through the rain. He jammed his bucket down over his head and watched condensation fog up the visor before the temp reg kicked in. There had been a part of him—the part that had gotten him through CC training on Kamino and a ponderous chunk of the war and watching his vode die in droves—that had been calmly and coolly calculating the odds of the General’s survival. In the night. In the frigid and hostile terrain. That part of him had known that the chances of Kenobi and Clayton and Waxer getting injured—crushed in a rock- or mudslide—ambushed by hostiles—were higher than anything so benign as a comm running out of charge or being carelessly left in the pocket of a different robe. It had been calculating what Cody would need to do, had his General fallen somehow: an itemized pre-mourning checklist.

And yet.

Kenobi was a dim silhouette in the dark and rain. He kept his shoulders square and his head up as he slid back into his role as General, heedless of the rain that fell into his face. His borrowed gauntlets weren’t quite the right fit: too short in the fingers and too broad in the palm. But his hands were sure as he clasped Wake’s arm just above the rerebrace and clapped Waxer on the shoulder.

Next time he’d chew his General out for not keeping an eye on his comms like he should. Even as he rappelled back down the cliffside, Cody could only find it in himself to be grateful that there could be a next time.

[roodveldt-arch1]

i won't hold you back. time throws us around and there is never just one future plan, our lifetime dreams aren't bound and you won't hold me back, won't keep ourselves awake : CLAIRE REDFIELD & LEON S. KENNEDY - a study in what ifs and intertwined paths.