#came across this scene again

[reanimatedgh0ul]

[crestedpalls]

"For the Japanese, the cherry blossom represents the fragility and the beauty of life. It’s a reminder that life is beautiful but that it is also tragically short. When the cherry blossom trees bloom for a short time each year, they are a visual reminder of how precious and how precarious life is."

- The Magic of Falling Petals

[schnuckiputz]

what if...what if after season 2 the hospital called the harrington's about steve and for once they actually picked up the phone.

what if, hopper, and the kids left him that night, safely tucked away in a hospital bed, and when they came back the next day, steve was just...gone.

at first, they think he just checked himself out of the hospital (because steve definitely is 'that dude'). but no, the staff assured them, his father came and took him home. but when they try to visit him, the only thing they find are a moving company and people packing away the harrington's entire house. the harrington's are just gone.

months later, nancy gets a postcard. it's beat up, the ink so smudged it's nearly illegible. there are just a few words: "they took me. trying to make my way back. steve."

in the end, it'll take nearly two years until they see steve again: when he rolls back in town in a beat-up truck just in time to help them stop the apocalypse. he's lost a lot of hair but apparently gained a sarcastic loudmouth soulmate and a fluffy haired metalhead on the way instead.

because, you see, two years ago, when richard harrington got to the hospital, he didn't care about how steve got injured but only about him getting in another fight. and he finally had enough of this problem child, who seemingly refused to fall in line with what was expected of a harrington. so richard harrington took his drugged up concussed son out of the hospital, loaded up his wife and a few clothes, and drove a few hundred miles to a boot camp in the middle of nowhere to finally get him straightened out.

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

So uh, do you guys ever think about how Tenko grew up with a man who had the capacity to take away his Quirk - the thing that ruined his life, took away his family - yet seemingly never once took his? That was probably a way to make him internalize he truly wished for destruction the moment he was born?

And Tenko probably questioned it but never dared ask because he was the one who accepted him, and sure he gives you a sinking feeling in your guts to the point you scratch your neck at the mere idea of talking to him (when was the last time you've had a doctor's consult? Or a simple ointment to relieve the pain? Isn't he friends with a doctor?), but he picked you up from the streets (because you don't deserve gentle touches when you're followed by the dust of death. your name is defined by it how do you know the name of that kid who wanted to be a hero) he gave you a place to stay (because your home was based on silent rejections and lies on the very ground you decayed), he accepted you even though you're only an individual born for destruction (and so is the crafted garden you're rooted on, but you could've thrived in another garden, another life.)

And maybe, you're just ungrateful. Your sensei is the only one who can understand the lonely traces of death that follows you, unnervingly so. Even though he's the one who can take that away from you with a mere touch.

(just like you can. just like you did. why can't you feel joy with that? you were born in from for destruction.)

(you could decay your allies with one single touch. they're irrelevant to your goals. why does your heart stop you from fulfilling that now? you had it in you back then. it never mattered before.)

(you tried to help someone ungrateful, once. he was killed by his your hand. they've helped him. why weren't you offered the same?)

(isn't this why you reject the hand that wants to save you? you could've killed him. and he still held your hands. the denied reality you had since you were a child.)

(do you still want to be a hero, shimura tenko?)

(... why can't you start now?)

But then again, how do you know you deserved better when you were nothing but a puppet- and now, with his goals destroyed, a very useless one?

Just thinking about Shimura Tenko.

[ofbardsandmen]

greetings fellow genshin enthusiasts and fanatics!! once again, i'm generously presenting and offering my most beloved mondstadt character spotify playlists, free of charge and yours to consume, if you will.

[yuridovewing]

sorry to post a negative wof thing but sometimes i remember the “morrowseer is moonwatcher’s dad but no one knows or cares, its just this quirky trivia thing” bit and get irrationally frustrated. like if you didnt have any ideas on what to do with that tui then you couldve just. not done it.

[laceratedlamiaceae]

Stede and Ed looking at each other

[kaviis-stuff]

I couldn’t get this out of my head after reading ch9 of WMAS by @chiangyorange . You don’t need me to tell you to go check it out. Also, plz give f!Mikey a hug!! He’s been through so much

[kyngsnake]

Snippet *Sunday

Or, well. Technically snippet Monday now. Tagged by @bleumanouche, thank you Bleu!

No pressure tags: @druidgroves @hotwifeluigi @bigfan-fanfic

Grabbed this snippet from a scene in which Wes and Avery are 19 & 18 and in the aftermath of a falling out with each other. Both of them cope with their emotions poorly at this age. Avery does it more violently. Wes is the patron saint of repression. I have a lot of fun writing scenes while these two are younger because it really shows how much they've grown by the time they're 30.

And as always Wes belongs to @hotwifeluigi

And so Avery gets himself a shot. And another, and another, and another. 

The more Avery drinks the louder he gets, the louder he gets the more other bar patrons want to drink with him. It’s all jovial celebration but it’s a thinly veiled vicious cycle, smiles and laughter encourage poisoning the well. A cheap excuse to justify the means of self-medication, still, to everyone but Avery he’s having a lovely night. And who could blame them? It’s New Years, ain’t no threat in having a good time.

The momentum carries up to a finite point; Avery exists in a state of perpetually teetering over a ledge. All it takes is one nudge and he’ll tumble, push finds its shove when a man built like a bull decides faggot is a good way to describe the way Avery talks. 

One black eye, a busted lip and two sets of bloodied knuckles later, Avery finds himself on the curb outside. His saving grace was the firm belief that fighting dirty is fair game if an opponent really deserves it, dropping slurs in a bar meets that qualifier. They both got kicked out of the bar when it really came down to it, but Avery’s content with knowing that motherfucker took a boot heel to the balls. 

Avery spits to his side, saliva marbled with blood colors a small spot in the dirt. He grunts, sighs from behind his teeth and lifts a cigarette to his lips. The orange glow briefly fills the dark night air, Avery perks up when he hears the door open behind him. 

“What the hell were you thinkin’ pullin’ a stunt like that?” Even while drunker than a cow on a diet of fermented corn he’d recognize Wes’s voice. Oh, so now he can tolerate being near Avery. 

“Dude had it comin’,” Avery says with all the nonchalance in the world.

Wes stands over him with his hands on his hips. Avery tilts his head up and back to stare at him, he can’t help but smirk a little when he gets a good look at that pursed-lip, low-browed expression. He carries a similar cadence to a horse with his ears all pinned back. Careful, he might kick.

“How d’you figure he had it comin’? I watched the whole damn thing from the other side’a the bar, far as I know he mighta just looked atcha wrong and you took a swing,” Wes uses one hand to make frustrated, vague gestures as he talks, “Which, if I’m bein’ quite honest, Mr. Moreno, I wouldn’t put such a thing past you.”

Avery takes another slow inhale off his cigarette. Flicks the ashes into the dirt, mixing with his spit like gold flakes in resin. “Call me a faggot, get your teeth busted out. It’s as simple as that.”

“Oh,” Wes breathes as his expression cools to something a grade calmer. He stands there statuesque for a short spell, evidently unsure just what to say. He clears his throat and adds, “I guess it’s for the best then that you uh, you stood up for yourself.”

Standing over Avery while he’s sat there on the curb, Avery decides he should invite Wes to do anything other than loom. “Want a smoke?” He says as he pulls one from the pack he has in his coat pocket.

“No, that’s a’right,” Wes declines and Avery isn’t sure if the feeling cropping up in his chest immolates or if it’s so cold that it burns, somewhere in the back of his head he’d hoped Wes would sit with him out here. “I had somebody waitin’ for me back inside. Just wanted to see what’d happened with you.”

 Avery finds that he has nothing to say, silence lingers between them until Wes opens his mouth again.

“You plan on comin’ back in anytime?” Wes asks.

“Nope,” Avery responds simply, cigarette held up to his mouth.

“A’right. You make it back to the room safe then, okay?” Wes’s voice sounds so strained that Avery could almost mistake his tone for guilt. He makes it a few feet closer to the door before he pauses— again— hesitating seems to be a skill he’s gotten good at. “Want me to walk back with you?”

“Nope,” he lies through his teeth. 

[nuclearanomaly]

5 – Barbarous

wc. 832 | Bloodborne AU | Hanami (mentioned) belongs to @blackestnight​

As the group traverses the Hunter’s Dream the discoveries made within the Research Hall take their toll on Aymeric.

“Ninira, may I have a word?”

Aymeric had hung back, still standing in the hall that led to the elevator. The eerie green lamps that hung for the walls nearby barely illuminated him, his face still cast in shadow. 

“Of course.” She turned, robes swishing. Behind her Estinien turned also, as if to follow after her.

“Privately.” He punctuated the word with a tone that implied he was not going to be arguing on the matter. 

But argue Estinien would so she turned back to him, waving a hand to shoo him towards the elevator. “You and Hanami can scout ahead, and send the elevator back down. Aymeric and I will be along when we’re done.”

He sniffed, but traipsed off to follow Hanami into the small box of an elevator, sliding the cage doors shut as Hanami punched the button to take them to the next floor.  

Once they were out of sight Ninira turned, making her way back to Aymeric who still lingered in the shadows of the hall. “What is it you wished to speak abou–”

She was cut off as he rounded on her, hands grabbing her by the front of the robes, slamming her roughly against the wall. Fascinating, she thought absently as she let him manhandle her. He wasn’t usually the one to lose his temper in such a way. 

“Did you know?” He snarled, “Did you know about this?”

“Yes.”

His grip tightened, lifting her so that the tips of her boots barely scraped the tiled floor. 

“And no.”

“Speak plainly, Ninira.”

“The details I did not know, these discoveries are just as new to me as they are to you. However the Church is not unaware of its past. These experiments are the foundation for the elevation of our kind. In order to make any progress we must have started somewhere.”

“This isn’t progress!” He pushed her higher up the wall, she could feel his knuckles pressed roughly into her clavicle as he lifted her. “This is inhumane! Barbaric!”

She tilted her head slightly, “and butchering the corpses of the innocent in the street isn’t?”

With his head so close to hers she could make out the way his pupils had narrowed to slits. They seemed to blaze despite the low light. Ninira studied them from behind her mask. It turned out the man who often seemed the most unaffected by the scourge had his own form of beast-hood dwelling just below the surface. Yes, perhaps his clench teeth did seem a little sharper as he hissed out a reply.

“At least their deaths were swift!”

“Believe what you wish. Just remember what order’s robes you wear.” She gave one of the sleeves of his executioner garb a lazy pluck. When he still didn’t release her she sighed. “I ask what you would have me do, Aymeric?” His grip only tightened, slamming her roughly against the wall once more. 

“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand. How dare you keep this secret.” 

His nostrils flared, his bloodlust was palpable and she simply smiled. 

“You may try and kill me, if it would make you feel better. But if you choose to do so I warn you I will not hold back.” She looked away, towards what shelves of the Research Hall were visible from their shaded corner. “Yes I have some answers but not them all, not yet. The real answers still lie waiting and I will have them.” 

“And what will you do with them?” he hissed. 

Finally a good question. “I haven’t decided.” She answered honestly. “If it is a reassurance I am more interested in the facts of this story. The when’s and why’s. Less so the how’s. I suspect that regardless of the outcome I will have no desire to recreate this.” She gestures towards the Hall proper. “Allow me to find these truths, and if you find my choices at the end of this journey are still wanting, well…” She gave his arm a reassuring pat, “the offer to try and kill me will still stand.”

He stared at her in silence, breathing heavily before lowering his gaze, his grip slacking. The heels of Ninira’s boots clicking on the tiles as she stood of her own accord once more. She adjusted her collar, righting it where Aymeric had twisted his fists into the folds of the fabric. 

“Ready to continue on?” She asked, unphased, as if Aymeric had not been on the verge of strangling her meer seconds before. He nodded solemnly. 

“Ninira.” 

She turned once more.

“I apologize… that was uncalled for. I know you are not responsible for the actions that occurred here… I simply…”

She gave his arm another reassuring pat. “Your anger was justified Aymeric, I hold no grudges for your outburst.” She made her way towards the elevator, long since sent back by their companions. “The others will be starting to wonder what’s keeping us, best not to keep them waiting.”

[witchyu]

I really wonder what this scene is about, I imagine it being a flashback of his time in the UD that the audience never got to see, or it's a vision? I saw someone else say that it looks like how Nancy was falling in season 4. A cool transition for that scene would be Will at the age that he is right now falling and while he's falling, he's back to when he was 12 and boom just Vecna throwing Will back "in time" to a memory of his time in the UD.

Also this audio would fit so well for this scene plus Vecna is a lich right?

[imperiuswrecked]

Never ever going to get over the fact that Namor looks so fucking good in Wakanda Forever. No other moment ever comes close to how insane I felt seeing him for the first time looking so regal. I’m just surprised I still have any sanity left.

[icewindandboringhorror]

this is not the exact one I watched but I saw one of these "dish scape" things at someone's house who actually has TV (like they pay for dish/cable instead of just watching stuff online) and I think they're meant to be relaxing atmospheric stuff that you mostly ignore, but I sat there for 35 minutes watching absolutely engrossed.. further proof that I genuinely think my brain is incapable of experiencing boredom lol..

[scarletlich]

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[ibyul]

Thinking abt my teenage years .

[alvadee]

still hilarious to me that there are pics of Vic on this kink website for tied up men in peril lmao