#and you threw it the fuck away

[senxitive]

I hate my life & I hate everything ❤️

[sewerdad]

The hardest part of baldurs gate 3 is actually rejecting Wyll’s dance scene when your romancing someone else. Nauseating.

[rainofthetwilight]

"THE RESISTENCE NEVER QUITS!"

"WE ARE ALL DRAGONS!"

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THE PARALLELS. THE PARALLELS. MOVE OUT OF MY WAY I AM SO NOT NORMAL RIGHT NOW

[staliaqueen]

Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The beach 3.05

[superhell]

top ten scenes that send the viewer into cardiac arrest

[fuckingstupidbracket]

like a regular bin, not even recycled or anything

[punkeropercyjackson]

"We need more redemption arcs that're about found family instead of romance!!!"You guys couldn't even handle Prince Zuko

[youngpettyqueen]

I wish Julian and Martok would interact more cause I think they could have the funniest possible dynamic. they spent 5 weeks together in a Jem'Hadar prison I just know they have a friendship that looks fucking INSANE from the outside looking in

[introspectivememories]

amnesia by 5sos is sooo shuggy coded (shanks' version)

[nocasdatsgay]

I’m still throughly upset that Cassian has one of the most romantic lines in all the books and then in the following two books treats Nesta like shit.

Home girl needed to know she was worth it and be held for once in her life, but you listened to an old ass eldritch bitch who should have died in book 3 and waited until Nesta broke as a person and rebuilt herself in the image of the night court before you decided to love her.

Note: This is my onion and I will not be taking criticisms. I don’t hate nessian I’m just triggered and I know that’s a me problem 😂

[ayotamacorner]

damn thinking about the fact that mystra knew gale from the time he was an apprentice/kid to adulthood. and like. went from his teacher to his lover, like, he had no chance to ever really explore anything beyond her and magic. not to say that his interest in the weave and stuff isn't genuine but like. she's literally the source of the thing he is the most passionate about, the thing he views his entire value as a person off of. like. woooah. he spent whole life dedicated to a goddess who doesn't see him as more than a second of entertainment in her immortality. and if he hadn't been cast out by her for the whole orb business, he probably would've given her the rest of it, too. hell, if he didn't meet tav and everyone else he probably would've spent the rest of it trying to gain back her favor anyway!! like. augh. this guy,,,,,

[p4nishers]

i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.

like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.

meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.

and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.

it's truly like:

obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?

cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?

obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.

cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?

obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–

cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]

obi wan:

obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.

it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–

anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.

[dbphantom]

Hate having adhd went to go work on my fallout modpack, got distracted while going to disable the steam overlay, ended up in the points shop, went to go edit my profile, decided to change my pfp, found a buried folder I forgot existed, found some old Veneer art I forgot existed, spent 45 minutes looking at all the old photos, STILL HAVE NOT TOGGLED ONE SIMPLE OPTION THAT SHOULD'VE TAKEN 30 SECONDS AT MOST

[moe-broey]

LIKE THE POTENTIAL PARALLELS BETWEEN ALFONSE AND TRIANDRA DRIVE ME INSANE. Alfonse, Not Even Fucking AWARE of The Situation, but knowing what kind of guy he is, he ABSOLUTELY is thinking behind that strong face "I Should Have Stopped It". Meanwhile. Triandra Did. She did very much Stop It (her father's abuse, which was MUCH more noticeable/readable as abuse than whatever Gustav had going on. By Killing Her Father. Which Alfonse ALSO had to do. Under different circumstances BUT STILL.)

[daughterofyourdarklord]

Tell us the truth. Delphini isn’t the only one who calls Tom Riddle daddy?

He hears her slip into the room before he sees her. 

Lord Voldemort cracks his eyes open, glancing towards the large double doors where he catches a glimpse of her lithe frame blocking the candlelight. She pauses for a moment clearly taking in the sight before her, giving him a second to appreciate her figure. 

Bellatrix closes the doors to their adorning rooms carefully, her steps quiet as she ventures closer to their bed. His witch is very obviously biting back a large grin, eyes glittering over his face before drifting down to the little body cuddled against his chest. She’d already shed her robes, slipping quickly into her night dress before sliding beside him in the large bed. 

“Hi,” she whispers, all a smile. Her knuckles brush gently across his sharp cheek, thumb caressing his jaw before her hands settle lower to rest against a tiny back.  

“I take it everything went well?” He’s looking at her intently, though he speaks just as quietly as she - each of them mindful of the small witch sleeping peacefully with an ear glued to her father’s heartbeat. At this point Bella can hardly hold back her smile, eyes lingering on Delphini’s little face as she answers him. 

“The assignment went wonderfully,” she starts, regaling him with all the key details as her fingers gently run through their daughter’s curls. Eventually she opens her mind to him, sharing with him the details of the mission that would take too long to properly explain. They’re quiet for a bit after, listening to the sound of Delphi’s even breathing. 

“How’d you end up in this position?” She asks softly, nodding at their daughter. 

“Nightmare.” He explains simply, causing a quiet chuckle from Bella. 

They linger for a while, the three of them. Bella basking in the moment whilst Voldemort is dissecting the details of her mission. He is plotting already, trying to carefully pinpoint his next move to finalize their integration into the Ministry, not to mention this little prophecy Severus recently brought to his attention. It doesn’t take long for his mind to grow too loud. 

“It’s nearly morning,” He starts, body shifting. “I’ve got a meeting with Arcturus in a few hours that I need to get ahead of. Want me to drop her in her rooms or-”

“I’ll take her.” Bellatrix interrupts, rolling onto her back so that he can shift their daughter over more easily. The Dark Lord nods, having expected her answer. 

He leans over, gently passing the little witch into her mother’s arms.

Not nearly gentle enough. 

Delphini’s eyes snap open the moment her head is lifted from her father’s chest. 

She is positively glaring at him. If looks could kill this little three-year-old would be drawing blood with the way her glower cuts through the dark room. There is nothing but utter betrayal in her stare. 

“You promised!” She hisses at him, hands gripping fiercely onto his robes. The dark lord glares right back.

“Don’t start with me little girl - look who I am passing you off to.” It takes Delphini a moment to turn in his arms. She gasps, suddenly quick to twist out of his hold and to wrap around her mother. Bella laughs and the Dark Lord has to hide his smile.

“Mama.” She whispers into Bellatrix’s neck, her mother smiles in response planting gentle kisses into their child’s curls. The Dark Lord sighs, backing cracking as he makes to rise. 

“Papa, you said you would stay.” With a grumble Voldemort turns around at the edge of the bed, an eyebrow raising at his daughter’s word. 

“Your mother is here now, Delphini. There’s no need for you to have us both, your mother is more than capable of protecting you.”  

“But Daddy! You promised!” The little witch whines, eyes peering at him from across the duvet. Bellatrix turns them to their side, breaking their daughter’s eye contact as she pulls her against her chest. She gives him a devious glare before adding: 

“Yeah, daddy,” Bella’s voice is dripping in mischief. “In this family, we take our vows very seriously.” She mocks, her eyes full of mirth despite his returning glare.

It’s a standoff. Delphi turns in her mother’s arms to give him another pleading look.  

Lord Voldemort narrows his eyes at Bellatrix.

“You wretched witch” He mutters, his hands running through his hair as he resigns himself to his fate. Delphini cheers as he makes his way back over to her and her mother along the sheets. “You also promised that you would go to sleep.” He reminds the little witch, who giggles in response. 

He slides next to the pair of them on his side, one of his arms slipping beneath a downy pillow to support his head while the other reaches for Bella’s waist. The witch in question slips closer to him, her forehead coming to rest along his collarbone, despite being unable to see her face he can still feel her smug grin. Delphini is sandwiched between them, her back facing her father as her head is tucked comfortably beneath her mother’s chin, tiny fingers holding onto her mothers night dress gently. 

“‘Night, daddy.” The little witch starts, he can hear the smile in her words. 

“Delphini - go to sleep.” He warns.

“Goodnight, daddy.” Bella whispers against him.

Amongst the early morning light the Dark Lord sighs.

[rabble-dabble]

and by the way i fucking deserved better. you came back with your hand held out and asked me to love you again like i was a fool, like you knew i wanted you to do but you forgot friendship is a two way street and i loved you deeper than you loved yourself. i heard myself in your words and i knew the answer before you asked the question because i spent a year grieving and a year growing and another two years healing and three more years forgetting and you sent me a message asking me to forgive you as if i already hadn't done so. you asked to try again and i almost became the fool that did it because once upon a time we were best friends then we weren't and i cried at night wishing you'd come crawling back to say those words to me again. and i thought of all the ways i could tear you apart with my teeth before carefully mending you back together with my sparkly glue and my shaky sowing needle.

but in reality i knew if i let you in again that i could forgive you but i'd never be able to forgive myself. i'd be looking into the past and spitting into the face of the kid who gave up everything he felt about you to become me and i needed to let you go like the sand between my cupped hands. the ocean cleans away the grit and leaves seashells in them. its a reminder that there are still things to find and cherish. i deserve to love the world and you will not be a part of it. i am not sorry for that.