#and then at the end

[flipomatic]

Weiss’ reaction to Ruby’s outburst.

[ryanatwoodenthusiast]

my roman empire

[cloud-somersault]

something i love about chapter 5 part 1 is that whole. alleyway scene (and the consensus is that everyone was hurt by it, so that's fun) but we can talk about cheek touches and tenderness and threats that come off a certain way for days

the important part, at least to me, is Wukong admitting to himself that he was looking for someone to protect him.

and i kinda wanna get into that because I feel like it can be misconstrued because it didn't fit the pacing for me to delve deeper into that while there's an argument happening.

i'm sure some people looked at that and thought "what about MK?" we gotta understand that MK is wukong's successor, so he's not going to operate on the foundation of "MK is going to protect me no matter the cost" even if he knows that MK would rush in to rescue him, it's highly likely that MK will get himself hurt or captured in the process because he's not as experienced.

It's not a dig at MK; he's got a ways to go, and wukong knows that most of all. so he's not looking to MK to protect him. he's not putting that expectation on him.

and it ties into how wukong and macaque were in the past. they protected each other, and for a moment, wukong thought that he'd have that again. he thought "macaque is going to have my back" and he allowed himself to get sucked into that false sense of security because they had that talk, but he's overestimating how their relationship has changed, because he desperately wants it to change in that way.

and I think that's sad. Wukong has spent nearly his entire life protecting others, sacrificing, beating demons, rescuing people, saving villages and humans and demons alike, doing all that, and at the first instance of having someone he can undoubtedly trust, someone he knows is as strong as him and can fight and hold his own, someone he knows is capable and clever and in sync with him, at the first sign of that, wukong grabbed hold of that hope. that macaque would have his back.

but he's shot down. he's put in his place. he's crushed with reality that they have a long ways to go yet, but even so...even so...he is cared for by macaque. on some base level, he is cared for despite the murder he did, and that in itself is a miracle.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Long past when their lunch breaks should have ended -- not that either particularly care, and Evelynn still finds herself seated quite comfortable on the couch in Robin's office. It has been a busy week after all, so why not spoil themselves to a little longer break?

Such time passed, she's unsure of when she allowed her lashers free (after many, many pleas from Robin, as well). Fairly distracted by her phone, and really it's just texting Akali, does she hear the weary hum that rumbles from beside her.

The slightest hue of red soon hues her cheeks upon the sight, ever so soon acknowledging the feeling as well. Though he's not entirely tense, there is some restraint to how one of her lashers begins gently coiling around his forearm. A warmth to her own touch.

Her lips part, ready to speak before she relents with a mere shrug of her shoulders. After all, he did ask for her to 'be more comfortable' -- and it's not like she's going to harm him.

She'd never do that.

"... That happens sometimes," is what she grants, not entirely an apology. Nor does she retreat her lasher either, content with the physical contact between them.

═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ MODERN VERSE

It was a bizarre feeling. He had seem them many a time before under the guise of costumery, covered in leather and golds and every other pompously rich material the studio could afford in order to make them "pretty" for the public eye. So when the raw lasher slithered upwards along the frame of the chair he was situated in, his body naturally tensed, he assumed it was something along the lines of an instinctual response; from long ago telling him to avoid it because it was snakelike. He imagined that they often were used by Miss Evelynn to snuff the life out of her victims, of anyone that hurt her, or Miss Akali... and him too. Right...she would keep him safe, always. Robin had heard those words from her lips so many times, and she had never once betrayed them, what would give her sudden reason to?

The assistant allowed the lasher to stay put, affectionately curling along his forearm and up to his elbow, snuggly embracing him as though it were idly hugging him. His lashes fluttered shut as his mind tossed around the sensations, strangely he had always imagined them to be cold...but now stripped of all of the gaudy accessories, they pulsed with a comfortable heat. A strange air of content hazed over his thoughts as he sat there and felt the beat of the lasher - did demons have heart beats? Seemed a silly thing to ask as Miss Evelynn sat there with swaths of smoke practically dripping off of her, subtle glows of purple dancing amongst the blackened plumes.

That happens sometimes.

A memory cropped up slowly, painting his mind a myriad of colors and sounds, the same feeling of those lashers curling around him and Miss Evelynn's voice in his ear. The world felt cold around him as splits of agony riddled through his spine and legs, the taste of iron in his mouth while tears cut through the caked mud on his face to create channels of grief and regret. Clawed fingers he had held so many times caressed into his white hair, cradling his skull as though he were glass, and his damaged eyes just barely being able to make out those golden eyes. Lungs clung to life as he breathed in blood and smog, the sky stained a sickly green from the pollution around him. Where was he? The name trickling from plush lips above him echoed and distorted in his mind as those lashers held him close and cozy, the warmth was too welcoming. He wanted to rest...to make this pain go away...

The world blurred evermore around him as he stared into her gaze, quiet, desperate pleads for life, begging him not go yet - it was too soon. She'd said such words before, he had heard them, but never with the intent to heal... never with the intention of revival. Robin caught a glimpse of long canines shimmering above him, the shattering of air through screams of anguish causing his ears to feel as though they were bleeding. That sound...It was not a human sound, it was something so far removed from any of her disguises, any of his own. It was the noise of an animal, of life itself, venting its terror, hatred, and shock into the vapors of the uncaring thick air. Robin felt the last trickling of his life begin to spill out as those horrid sounds continued, sounds that served no purpose but to express pain in all its flavors. So she had learned what it meant to be touched by time. To kill and maim and butcher were innocent acts. Just food, the actions similar to how one must tear fruit open to gnaw at the sweet flesh inside. That's all... but...finally another living thing had learned the foolishness of loving something that could be kissed by Death.

Clean, cool air filtered into his body once more as reality returned to him, his gaze shifting to Evelynn who had raised a brow at him for the silence; both demanding and concerned. Robin's eyelids fell halfway as he turned his palm upwards in order to caress the lasher back; and he smiled as his cheeks turned pink. "Well I..." his eyes flicked downward to try and keep the casual air around them, focusing instead on the written words infront of him.

"I would not mind if it happened more than sometimes."

[eggcats]

DO YOU REALIZE HOW INSANE IT MAKES ME TO GO THROUGH MY FOLLOWERS AND HOVER OVER THE LITTLE "MUTUALS" ICON AND SEE "FOLLOWING EACH OTHER FOR 11 YEARS" BRO??????

[peachypede]

[sayruq]

like to charge reblog to cast

[chiisana-lion]

[pjharvey]

making fun of americans is pretty much always ok if youre not doing it in an edgelord “you guys have so many school shootings” way or acting like we’re the only country that has racism. but like posts about americans and hamburger get me every time

[witchywitchy]

Keep talking about Palestine!

[intersectionalpraxis]

[redstonedust]

yknow AI art has ruined an entire genre of painting to me, i saw one of those smooth anime-realism pieces and immidiately thought ''ugh, AI art'' until i noticed it was posted by an established deviantart user 6 years ago. like ive never been a huge fan of that genre but it looks like a pretty difficult style to master and i feel bad for the artists who specialized in anime-realism only to have their entire market jacked by people typing keywords into midjourney.

[oneshortdamnfuse]

One of many pieces of information rarely discussed that has stuck with me in studying the Holocaust in a literacy class is that people who survived the death camps often did not survive starvation. It is very difficult for a severely malnourished body to recover from starvation. A severely malnourished body will struggle to process food at all, and many people die in the process of “refeeding.” This is called refeeding syndrome for this reason. Reintroducing food can and often is fatal without careful, medical guidance.

Starvation is one of the most common and effective forms of genocide. What makes it effective is that past a certain point, even if aid has been delivered, it is not enough to save someone from death by starvation. What also makes it effective is that withholding food is viewed as a passive consequence of political turmoil rather than an intentional act of violence among a people. You will see more people die from starvation in genocides across history because it is an effective way to kill many people without the use of state resources.

The starvation of Gaza is intentional. The United States and Israel may gesture that they are delivering or allowing aid into Gaza, but in reality they are active participants in the starvation of Gaza by destroying medical infrastructure, limiting the amount of aid “allowed” in, and blocking aid trucks from entering. Throwing food into Gaza by airdrop at this point in the genocide will not be enough without medical infrastructure to refeed a severely malnourished population. Many will die anyways. Many have already.

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

[cat4755776]

I’d just like to acknowledge that South Africa wouldn’t have such a strong case without the work of the journalists, both alive and martyred, on the ground in Gaza supplying the world with firsthand information about the genocide and that they deserve thanks for it.

[politijohn]

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