#but i'm fucking losing my entire mind

[honestlydarkprincess]

I just can't handle how domestic and straight out of a fanfic buddie was this episode. Hanging out, helping Chris with his homework, going on a fancy lil date, Buck helping Christopher make cookies for his class and then making him dinner. They really said let's give the fanfic writers vindication

[ruvviks]

'You really just can't fuckin' quit me, can you?' Vitali scoffed, nostrils flaring on exhale and the smoke of his cigarette stung in his nose as his eyes followed Nick's frantic pacing back and forth through the tunnel. 'Assuming I ever was addicted to you in the first place,' he said in return, tilting his head up in defense when Nick's gaze snapped in his direction. 'It means nothing anymore, Nick— you ruined everything for me. There is nothing left for us now.'

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[sadnuggetsworld]

fanart I made for To Cage The Bird by @areyouscaredyet

[eugeniedanglars]

preemptively calling out sick on may 10th with female hysteria (colin hughes coming out episode)

[rexcaliburechoes]

does anyone else find it fucked up that moon's friends protect themselves from her with the skyfire at the end of moon rising?

[kaurwreck]

oh, i figured out aya's skill.

[lazuliquetzal]

Saw the tags on ur previous ask, Atreus having to mercy kill his father so obviously kratos does not want revenge on his killer literally pshhhh crying so hard rn

Listen there's this snippet of Lore called The Cycle Of Patricide, and I spent the entire four years between GOW 2018 and Ragnarok EXPECTING Atreus to stab Kratos. Cory Balrog baited me. When I saw that final image on the wall in Jotunheim, I fully interpreted that as Atreus stabbing Kratos and offering his body to Thor. My evidence:

"Is this what it is to be a god? Is this how it always ends? Sons killing their mothers, their fathers?"

We saw Kratos kill Zeus, and more importantly, Atreus saw Kratos kill Zeus.

The repeated motif of violence in parent-child dynamics (Thor and his sons, Thamur and his son, Freya and Baldur, everything with Odin, that side quest with the son who regretted killing his father in Fafnir's Storeroom, pretty sure there's a lot more I'm forgetting)

The enduring question of whether or not fate is inevitable. Is it possible to break the cycle?

Atreus's anger and thirst for blood.

Atreus literally shot Kratos and sent them into Hel.

"So you'd let me kill you?" "If it meant that you would live... yes."

SO IT'S NOT MY FAULT IT'S SAD, AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I WROTE THIS. THIS IS LITERALLY NOT MY IDEA--

[rosesocietyy]

oaurr mein gott I'm trying to be normal but the amount of pain I'm in knowing that boogeyman armand controlling everything and everyone is the most popular theory* plaguing this hellscape of a fandom

*can it still be called a theory when they've concretely set their mind on it and are watching everything through that lense?

[kimbapisnotsushi]

Grief was a heavy thing. 

It was supposed to be, at least. Tobio had heard it time and time again — how it weighed you down in your bones, sank under your skin, could shatter your heart like glass beneath the overwhelming pressure of it all.

But standing in front of his grandfather’s altar, Tobio didn’t feel heavy. Instead there was a hollowness, wide and aching, thrumming in his veins. His mind was blank; everything around him was white noise. It was all fuzzy and dim, and he probably would have kept standing there forever if Miwa hadn’t tugged on his arm.

“Come on,” she murmured. “It’s getting late. You need to sleep.”

Tobio blinked, tilted his head down at her. Some distant voice inside him noted that he was getting too old and too tall to let Miwa baby him like when they had been kids, but right now he was content to tuck himself against her shoulder as she swept him past people who talked in hushed voices and glanced over at them every so often. Tobio didn’t register any of it, but Miwa’s grip tightened around him. 

“Did you see? The parents actually left early. Those poor children . . .”

“I heard the boy was practically raised by Kazuyo, I don’t understand how he can look so cold about this.”

“The girl ran from home as soon as she could, and this is the only time she returns? Completely disgraceful!”

“Such a shameful funeral, honestly, Kazuyo deserves much better than something so improper.”

Down the hall, turn right, out the double doors, past the crumbling stone steps and into a fresh breeze and the night sky. It really was a beautiful temple — the center courtyard was lit by stone lanterns glowing honey-yellow, and the trees and flowers were in bloom. It was one of the smaller ones, which Kazuyo would have liked. Even with all his talent, Tobio’s grandfather had never been one for pomp and circumstance.

“Who cares about tradition?” he had said once, eyes crinkling with a smile. “Just dump me in a ditch and bury me there. Good fertilizer. We can grow bell peppers over my body.”

Tobio’s heart clenched at the memory. He didn’t think bell peppers would ever taste the same again. 

Nothing would ever be the same again.

“Nee-san,” he said softly, the first he had spoken the entire day. It sounded alien to him. Like he couldn’t quite comprehend that the words were coming from his own mouth. “What do we do now?”

Anyone else would probably have thought that Tobio was asking a literal question, but Miwa always understood him. She was the only person other than Kazuyo who did. 

She squeezed him tight. “We grieve. We heal. We learn what feelings to let go of and what to keep. And we don’t ever, ever forget how much Kazuyo-kun loved us — and how much we loved him.”

Loved, not love. Tobio didn’t know if he could do that. Kazuyo had taught him to love in the here and now, to cherish all the things you held dear and hold them in your heart as you moved forward. He had never taught Tobio how to love in the past tense. He had never taught Tobio how to love somebody who was no longer there.

— excerpt from so long, a character study of kageyama tobio and what his grandfather meant to him

[asurrogateblog]

I think paul appeals to me because learning about his psyche via obscure annotated sources and increasingly perplexing quotes scratches the same itch as reading house of leaves

[yolowritter]

My return to ACOLL posting!

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to...well, it says so on the tin! For those unaware, I've been off Tumblr for a little while now, mostly to focus on writing and updating my biggest Miraculous fic to date! A Case of Ladybug Luck! Now, now, I know what you're gonna say. "I have no idea what you're talking about", so allow me to enlighten you! Have you ever wanted a fake death AU inspired by Nine Lives and Cut My Life to Pieces? Welp you've got it here! And yes I am shamelessly self-promoting instead of ranting, but I genuinely love how this AU is turning out and want to share with everybody! So...do you guys like angst? Becuse I do! And I like character drama too! So please, follow me to the fic where Marinette f*cking dies (allegedly), Adrien is a bigger furry than half of canon, Chloe gets a more realistic character arc, Lila is a psychopath, and everybody needs a therapist!

It is...uh, worth mentioning that this AU is...over 283,000 words long and...we're only half done. And yes, the reason I'm posting is because I want to rant about it! Expect snippets, discussions (anon asks are open btw) and also ranting about characters! Seriously the amount of psychoanalisis Gabriel has been through in this fic is downright criminal. For me. Because I have research to do! Listen the point is that I have twenty seven pages of character analysis notes in my drafts and those have to go *somewhere!*

In conclusion, I plan to rant about this AU. A lot. So if you could do me a favor and check it out at least to see if it's your cup of tea, I'd be really happy! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and frantically look for my most recent notes on Eminath! For- unrelated reasons! I'll see you all soon, but until then, Stay Miraculous!

[villafordefeatedvillains]

2023 REALLY IS THE FUCKING HLVRAI RENAISSANCE HUH. We got RRY2K (very fucking good askblog, my friends run it, you should follow it NOW), we got the Return of the King (year2000electronics/Mothra), WE got back into HLVRAI after leaving the fandom in early 2021 AND NOW THIS????????? NOW THIS????????? GOD. GOD. GOD.

[anglerflsh]

assignment is due on sunday and she given better points if you hand it in early which is fineee it's finee it's not at all terriblepractice it's. fine

[winter-hoof]

My dad has finally been buried, by the way. I feel a little guilty for not being there & being with my family, and it's like was me falling last night & injuring both ankles a punishment for not going? lol. But for my mental health, I really really needed to avoid yet another death-related event and his demon wife. This weekend in Grand Rapids was such a fun relaxed good time, I really needed it and I feel a million times better omg

[surunoita]

i wanna draw so bad oohh but i'm literally just a floating speck of dust in this baka life