#and seven definitely gets it!

[haliaiii]

more pjo stuff

[lienwyn]

Kang Yo Han in his natural habitat, as observed by Kim Ga On

OR

You want to fuck that old man so bad it makes you look stupid

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[yunmeng-jiang]

that man does NOT think of wei wuxian as his gege

[bumblingbabooshka]

Hey, Star Trek Writers... -taps the glass-

[hopeswriting]

imagine you're luce, and you're born the heir to a mafia family. you're mafia-born, and so of course also mafia-raised, and then also a donna-to-be. you're raised to be able to take on the role, to be good and capable at it, are taught to make one of your core beliefs about how the many must come before the few, because the family must always come first. you're going to be the donna, of course you must always prioritize the family above all else, it's your foremost and most important duty.

if caring about the few too comes at the price of the many, comes at the price of the family, is it even worth it? if the happiness gained from it comes at the price of a greater suffering for others, is there even any meaning to it, even if it's your happiness we're talking about? you understand, don't you?

you're not sure if you do, but you care about your family, love it, want to do right by it once you become their donna, so you nod, listen and learn.

(you don't have to be taught the pain and loss and guilt and anger and bitterness is a fair price to pay for the pain you decide has to be inflicted and the sacrifices you decide must be made, including by yourself. it's the least you could do, even.)

imagine you're luce, and the gift of foresight runs through your blood.

you would not call it a gift. you did not ask for it either. and you'll never come to see it as something wanted by you.

you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course it's exactly the way you wanted it to go. you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course you didn't care to try hard enough to change it. you saw the future before the shape of it had yet to be breathed into existence, and who's to say it didn't come into existence only because you saw it happen? you saw the future, and it happened worse than it had to for it.

you can see the future, but you still can't make it anything else than what it was always going to be. you can even make the visions happen at your will, but you still have no say on what you see or how much you see. you still can only be the witness of it before anyone else can.

it does mean double and longer the happiness sometimes, means relief and gratefulness and hope beyond words, and it'd be cruel of you to voice out loud your feelings for others to hear the many more times it means something else.

you can see the future, and it doesn't make it any kinder on you than on anyone else, does not give you any more power or control over it than anyone else, but at least you can see the future. you're given the time to make peace with it, to brace yourself for it, to bargain with it, to plead and beg and fight against it however desperately and hopelessly, even if in the end it still happens exactly as you saw it would.

(you can see the future, and it still doesn't hurt you any less than anyone else when it happens, but you don't expect anymore for anyone to hold you any less responsible for it anyway. it would be nice for someone to do it one day, but you understand.)

you can see the future, and you decide it's a kindness to both yourself and others to keep it for yourself as much as possible whenever you can.

imagine you're luce, and your family has this set of rings they've looked after and protected for as long as your family has existed. they're one set of three of the most important artifacts in the world, ones that help in safeguarding its existence and balance. they're duty, the very first one and the most important one your family was created for.

the pacifier around your mother's neck is duty too, and the most important and powerful artifact among twenty-one in safeguarding the world and its balance. it's been passed down in your family too, from mother to daughter. it's duty, but less tied to your family and much more to the blood running through your veins. it's a curse, in fact, as it demands heavy sacrifices the rings don't, and one that can only be tied to the blood running through your veins.

(your mother looks at you as if expecting some kind of reaction from you, and you can only wonder at which point you weren't supposed to see it as a given. duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for a long time now. is it even duty if it doesn't require any sacrifices from you?)

imagine you're luce, and your mother dies for duty. she's the donna, and so she dies for your family. she's the sky arcobaleno, and so she dies for the world. she's your mother, but she dies anyway, doesn't fight it either, even knowing she will leave you behind, even knowing she won't ever get to see what you look like all grown-up.

everywhere you look, duty stares back at you, from your mother and the pacifier around her neck, her love for your family and the life she gives up for it, her love for you and how she dies anyway while you're still only a child. duty, from your family members and how they die for you and kill for you, how they do both at your command, how their lives are in the palms of your hands and how they weigh only as much as you allow them to at a time. duty, from the knowledge your foresight gives you and the shackles tied to the blood running through your veins.

your mother's only duty while she lives too. she loves you, but she'd have had to give birth to you anyway even if she didn't. she loves you, but she still gave birth to you even knowing the kind of life you'd have to live, the kind of hands you'd inevitably end up with, the burdens she'd have to lay on your shoulders, passing them down from her own. because she loves you, she finds the resolve to raise you to be able to face all of it head-on and come out on top, but she'd have had to raise you much the same way anyway even if she didn't.

(she doesn't die for you, doesn't fight to be able to keep living with you, and this, too, is your mother surrendering to duty one last time.)

(you're so sick of it, so angry at it, so hateful and resentful against it. you're so stifled by it to the point you've stopped being able to breathe for a long time now. or you would have been if they had taught you how to face duty in this way too.

it's for the better they didn't. a silver lining, sparing you pain that isn't necessary for you to go through. everyone you turn to only teaches you how to keep holding your breath longer, and you listen and learn, obedient and dutiful as you've ever been.

you're grateful for it too. really, you are.)

everywhere you look, there's no room for you to so much as question any of it, let alone anything more. duty is commendable, something you ought to look up to and strive towards, strive to achieve. duty is the right thing to do. of course it is.

(you exhale a breath of relief that shakes you down to your very core.

thank god, it's at least the right thing to do.

you're grateful for it beyond words. really, you are.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know the choice you'll make when climbing that mountain, when standing on top of it, when waiting for a bright light to shine down on you from above. you know the choice you'll make then, even when pregnant with your daughter.

it doesn't matter since how long you knew, be it years, months, days, hours or minutes before. all that matters is that before you can even contemplate the idea of making another choice and all its implications and possible consequences, before the thought can even come alive in your mind, you already know the choice you'll make.

(you can see the future, but just because you already saw it, it doesn't mean it's now set in stone.

you can see the future, but just because you're given the chance to fight to change it, it doesn't mean it still won't happen every bit like you saw it.

it doesn't mean it can't still happen even worse than how you first saw it happen because you fought to change it, no matter how already dreadful it originally was.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know they'll be others with you standing on top of that mountain. you're the only one who'll know it before it happens.

(because you can see the future.

and oh, you did not ask for it.)

they're strangers, people you don't owe anything to. adults who choose to show up at the first meeting, and to show up to every following mission after that. the chosen seven, whose ambitions and prides lead them to walk the path of the seven strongest too once laid down in front of them.

you don't force their hands in making any of those choices for them. you're not responsible for any of them.

you become coworkers then, accomplices, your hands stained in blood to various extent, but now dipping in the same pool of blood as you strive towards the same goal together. you have each other's backs, learn each other's strengths and weaknesses, learn each other's personalities, likes and dislikes. you keep having to spend more time together as the missions keep coming your way.

inevitably, you come to care about them. even more damning, they come to care about you in return. enough so they'll look after your daughter even after what'll happen on top of that mountain. enough so they'll look after your granddaughter too, warmly and fondly enough she'll call one of them uncle.

you're still the only one who knows they'll stand together with you on top of that mountain, not knowing what'll happen on it like you do.

and you do care about them, you swear you do. really, you do.

(you care about them the same way your mother cared about you, and how she still raised you to have steel in you and be made of sharp edges you know how to use. you care about them the same way you care about your family, and how you still send them to their deaths as needed so the rest of your family you care about just the same can keep on living longer and safely. this is the only way you've had the chance to learn how to care and love.

duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for as long as you can remember. it doesn't matter at which point sacrifices came to mean love to you too.

and most of all, you love your daughter more than anything else in the world.)

imagine you're luce, and this is who you are. this is who you've been raised to be, the only way you've been given room to grow up to be. this is the life you've lived and the kind of life that has shaped you as the person you are now. this is what you've been taught and told is the best version of yourself you could have grown up to be. this is who you ended up being by what you've been taught and told are all the right choices to make.

you're still the only one who knows what is about to happen on top of that mountain. it hasn't happened yet. the fate of the world hangs on what'll happen on top of that mountain, the same world you'll have to give birth to your daughter in. the same daughter you're currently pregnant with.

now imagine you're luce, look me in the eye and tell me you'd know how to even form the thought of the possibility of there being any other choice to make. look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't look at the only choice in front of you, and know deep in your bones it's the only right choice to make. that it is right of you to make it. because it simply has to be.

(imagine you're luce, and you're not doomed by the narrative. of course, you're not.

why would you need to be when the narrative has painstakingly shaped you all your life to become its perfect, faithful and dutiful sacrificial lamb?

and then, imagine you're luce, and you're even grateful for it, so, so very grateful it held up its end of the bargain too.

truly, you are.)

[ottosbigtop]

Now why’d he say that

[bassysitch]

ok I know I KNOW they’re canonically putting their shoes on the bed and stuff and it irks me to my core but, I have a headcannon that they’re actually not allowed to have shoes in the house (like what else would that big ass entrance hall be for) so they all have all sorts of slippers. Also when Lucifer comes home with groceries they go out with the most ridiculous and random sets of shoes ever just to hurry.

[lemongrass77777-moved]

I will never be over the fact that Lily Potter was the one who defeated Voldemort in 1981 and she was never given proper credit for it in canon. We barely even know anything about her and she was the one who defeated the snake faced bitch the first time around. It drives me insane. Lily deserved so much better than what the books ever gave her.

[birdb1tch]

i hate that man but porter would literally thrive in the baronies. a group of countries that are so often at war that its easier to gps a town name rather than a specific country because from one week to the next it could have literally been conquered and the land settlements are constantly changing

[raayllum]

been weighing the mid-season Starscraper placement + confirmation that we only learn more about Kpp'Ar's arm in S7 and...

I feel like the second fact is our biggest clue that Kpp'Ar is only being released from the coin late s6 / early s7. Which means that if depending on where his coin is (the castle or the Starscraper) there's a couple of options.

If he is at the castle, it means if Viren is alive his plans (?) to free Kpp'Ar are derailed until S7 / he more likely doesn't make it back because he runs into Soren or something, and then plot and Claudia kicks in.

If he's at the Starscraper... it could just be that there's so much craziness going on post-release, especially if Callum gets possessed, that there's no time / no one with the wherewithal to ask for more details about his arm. Which would make sense!

However if I had go with my gut for this (+ more reasons)... I think it's looking likelier and likelier, maybe, that at the very least there's an Attempt to free the Moon fam this season, and it's unsuccessful, because it's Mostly There to be the Risk that Callum takes to get possessed and subsequently free Aaravos

[cornertheculprit]

see phoenix is fucking built enough in aa4 that i do believe he probably got into a fight at the borscht bowl every now and then. not of his own volition of course it was probably just him tossing people out on their asses if they started getting aggressive after losing a game but it probably happened at LEAST a few times over the course of those seven years. i don't think the argument that phoenix is too much of a baby to get in a fight really holds weight because he IS canonically willing to throw hands with people if he thinks they're out of line (or if he has to and the situation calls for it like in plvsaa) even if he might feel bad about it afterwards or whatever. it makes me wonder what trucy thought of it on the occasions that he might've stumbled home with bruises or a black eye. you ever think there's some part of her that feels guilty about the fact that she was the one who gave phoenix the diary page and maybe if she hadn't done that phoenix would still be in the courtroom and not getting the shit knocked out of him in the dinky little basement of a shady russian club? i do

[nuka-rockit]

I do try hard to be brave about being an adult but just when I think I may get the hang of it at last I get one mildly not great phone call that makes me so anxious I want to throw up so perhaps I should reconsider becoming a strange hermit in the woods that gives unsolicited advice to travellers

[crownrots]

↳ SIDE HOTD (2 /∞ ) 📜🏹 DYANNA THORNWOOD ── glass is only brittle until it breaks, then it's sharp. (x) (x) (x)

[setevulpo]

chapter 3 is out! ghost towns, exhausted driving into the late hours, and midnight calls with your girlfriend who you haven't seen in weeks!

[hippolotamus]

(more than) Seven Sentences Sunday 💍💜

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more you're where I wanna go (prev snippets here) Buck and Lucy are now real married and greeting "their" guests (also I'm still worried about some of their interactions so maybe tell me if you like it?) 😘

Relief washes over Buck when Bobby, Athena, and Ravi come into view, temporarily clearing away the tension in his shoulders. He and Lucy have one more couple to talk to first. The faces have all blurred together by now. Buck couldn’t begin to say who the silver haired woman and balding man standing in front of them are.   “Tell me, where are you planning to honeymoon this time of year?” The woman asks.  It’s a fair question, being November and all, even if Buck and Lucy have both refused to call it that. They look at the trip as more of an opportunity to travel, and have made that known to anyone in on their secret. Ravi has pushed his luck a bit by taunting Lucy, but otherwise respected their choice.

Buck risks a glance at Lucy. “I’ve done my fair share of traveling and Lucy here has a number of destinations on her list. I told her she could choose.” “Oh, is that right?” The man inquires, looking down at his wife. “How very… modern.” “Yes,” Lucy answers with a mischievous smirk. “It is, isn’t it? Evan is just full of interesting ideas. Aren’t you, darling?”  She reaches around to pinch his side and it takes everything in him not to squirm or yelp.  “Only the best for you, dearest,” he teases back.  The man and woman exchange a glance between them before she motions to move them along. Behind them, Ravi shakes and his cheeks turn bright red while he does his best not to burst out laughing.  “Yes, well, lovely to see you again, Evan. Congratulations.”  The couple hurry to get away. As soon as they’re out of sight Buck and Lucy immediately drop their hands from each other.  “Are you going to be alright?” Lucy playfully shoves at Ravi. “I thought you were going to pass out for a moment.”  “Shut up,” he says, pulling her into a hug. “I am happy for you.”  “Good thing because I can still take you in cards.” Ravi creates some space between them, but keeps his hands on her arms. His teasing expression turns somber. “Just remember what I said, okay?” Buck has to turn away, feeling like the conversation between the two friends is too intimate to witness. It doesn’t stop him from wondering what Ravi means even though it’s none of his business. Buck has plenty of his own secrets, he figures Lucy is more than entitled to hers.