#chews on concrete

[urwendii]

You have to give it to Maedhros to hear about Lúthien and Beren's theft victory and be like LOVE! love is how we will win !!!! And go and plan a huge battle plan with Fingon. Because he believed in the cause! He truly believed that love would be enough. And then Fingon died. And everything went to shit and he stopped caring. Because love actually matters not in these lands. Because Fingon gave him another life, and Maedhros' failure took his as payment. Because all he has left now is the Oath. And death.

[babaiii]

CW BLOOD CW GORE CW ANIMAL DEATH (FOR FOOD)

what does he mean by this !?

anyways. do you ever think about how many animals sanji skins and guts? i think it’s an interesting contrast to him being careful around tiny creatures. i do think his mentality of never wasting food helps with say respect to the animals they eat, but still i wonder how he’d feel about it after he’s confronted with ‘turning heartless’ moment. oh to be killed by my rival who i know is soft hearted and respectful and strong enough to not make me suffer —

also here’s butcher sanji yay

[khaoray]

@asiandramanet april bingo: free choice

Lee Soo Hyuk | Wedding Impossible Ep. 12 Cameo

[minzbins]

JONGHO Dispatch

[majimasleftasscheek]

OUGH alt digsta figures for Majima and Kiryu. like the Ichiban one, they're topless and I'm going to assume there's gonna be some bonus version with an artwork mat

[thepetesimp]

I am deeply fascinated by White's fear.

I have no idea whatsoever why this boy believes he's dirty/filthy, or why he thinks Tee specifically would view him that way. The show has given us all but mere glimpses of his POV and none have managed to give me a concrete reason for it. But this is what makes it so interesting. Even with only 1 episode left, the writers can do wonders with this. Throughout the show, but especially in Ep11, we see White being pretty open about his attraction/love to Tee. He's the one who pursued him, who flirted with him, who went to visit him at his job everyday, who tutored him, who *kissed* him. Is this why he feels that way? It can't be, right? The boy is doing all this in public, it's not shame for his sexuality that's the issue. So, the other conclusion is that it's about sex. It makes him feel dirty, it makes him feel that *Tee* himself views him as dirty, even though he loves White and he loves having sex with White, something I'm sure White himself knows as well. Going back to Ep1, we do get some indication about White's fear, though it could be just me grasping at straws here:

1) During the first TeeWhite scene we got, White gets a hallucination of the masked murderer standing in the woods, watching them, while he's making out with Tee. He stops and says this:

Tee dismisses White's worries, saying everyone's inside the house so there's nobody to watch them, and White does this face:

and needs a few seconds to get back into it after they start kissing again. 2) When they return to the others and Top asks them if they had sex, White's reaction is this:

and later, when Top asks if he could participate too, White's reaction is this:

White doesn't really show evident discomfort, but he doesn't show indifference either. The main argument in favor of that is the fact that he appeared in front of others like this:

and after Top's comments, he is now like this:

He fixed his T-shirt in order for it to be tucked away in his pants, something he didn't even intend to do before Top's comments. He became self-conscious. 3) When the gang go to the CCTV room to find out where Por has gone, they stumble upon the TeeWhite scene of them kissing on the balcony. White's reaction is this:

which is followed, by this:

and then, by this:

White looks incredibly out of his depth and ashamed, mainly due to Top's attitude which is why he glances at his direction more than once. It's the most evident example we get in the series. Also, I find Tee's words here interesting. He says "My little one will cry, change the camera", meaning he knows other people knowing more about their sex life makes White feel embarrassed. Just a small detail that makes me curious. I believe it's due to example 3 that White gets this hallucination later in Ep2:

My main reason for this is the position. As many people have pointed out, it's at the place Tee mostly kissed him: his neck, spreading over his shoulder. All in all, I refuse to believe White is simply vain, especially since it's such a big fear of his that he has hallucinations about Tee feeling disgusted with him. It all just leaves me so puzzled. Just... White. Who are you?

[thekidsarentalright]

patrick on the gunz show talking about performing and living in the moment 🥺🥺🥺

[threestripeslider]

i love how Cass dropping the equivalent of a nuke on the Rise community even got me and CJ (MNMC) crawling out of our dens to witness it all

[obiwan]

Ewan McGregor + a little ponytail LONG WAY UP

[clouvu]

Princely Woman

[sydneys-adamu]

let me harp on the custom chef whites one more time because carmy,,, the man that he is,,, it couldn’t have been that long after syd had that dreamy look on her face at his new york chef whites that a light bulb went off in his head. this man had to have put in that request right away I mean thom browne?? that has to take a little while to get delivered there’s no way it was just a last minute whatever. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sketched that shit out and sent that so it would look absolutely perfect for her.

and then he has the audacity to be like “oh by the way I have something for you” to sydney like he isn’t buzzing about finally being able to give her something she’ll truly appreciate, something she deserves, as if it won’t make his whole week?? like sure??

the dumbstruck look on his face when she walks out of those double doors wearing them too,, put it side by side with the look he gives her when she walks into the beef for the first time, it’s identical. this man is insane.

[nazumichi]

hundredth lesbians in the white background void drawing aw yeah

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Akutagawa being colored blue in the intro means so much to me y’all don’t understand

[rottenpumpkin13]

Let me be delusional please, my fragile heart needs this. We know that the remnants are part of Sephiroth, Kadaj is hatred and rage, Loz is physical strength and speed, and Yazoo is charisma and his aloof demeanor. But what if there aren't three remnants, there are four of them, but the fourth one is a bit "special".

The fourth is child Sephiroth, S-1, the kid is Sephiroth's innocence and pain.

Obviously, Sephiroth resents this weak, pathetic thing. Just the idea of having to look at S-1 makes him seethe in disdain look at how powerless he used to be, such thing is not worthy of Mother's love so Sephiroth just leaves S-1 in the Lifestream and lets Gaia do the work for him, this Planet and him have one thing in mutual is that they both loath each other, Gaia is too much of a coward to take the risk of letting some part of the Calamity's son roaming in the Lifestream, no matter how weak or harmless it seems to be.

To be fair, he is right about the last part. The Planet first wants to dissolve S-1 and be done with it, however, Aerith doesn't agree with them. At first, she was not sure what to do with S-1, she pitied the child that is for sure, but all in all, the poor child is still part of The enemy of the Planet, and Gaia can be very stubborn when it comes to anything related to the Calamity. But Zack... Gaia, Zack looks devastated when he takes the first look at his old friend, or at least what is left of him. He doesn't try to persuade her to save the child, he knows how unfair it would be for her since it was Sephiroth's blade is the thing that led her to her demise, but she knows how badly Zack wants to save S-1. Zack still feels guilty about what happened in the Nibelheim reactor, despite Aerith's continuous reassurance that is not his fault, he claims that he should have done more, he could have saved thousands of lives, and most importantly, Sephiroth wouldn't have lost his mind.

Saving the child probably would heal the Nibelheim-reactor wound in Zack so for Zack's sake, she negotiates with Gaia.

(Part of her feels sorry for Sephiroth, the man is doomed from the second he was born. He was born broken and never got the chance to save himself. Maybe by saving S-1, the deceased hero maybe can finally find a small bit of peace.)

I struggle at first to think of the name for the fourth one since I don't want to use Sephiroth. But then I remembered that all the pain and suffering of Sephiroth comes from the Jenova Project, what name fits more than S-1? English is not my first language so no matter how I want to write this idea into a fic, I can't lol, best I can do is write some small bit. This idea was actually inspired by an ask from anon to Alto but I forgot which one sorry, I just remember that they said they feel sorry for Sephiroth, and honestly? Same, I wish him to have a happier life in another world because there is no chance for him to have that in FF7 when even death refuses him.

WAIT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? I'M INVESTED 😭

This is such a perfect idea ughhhhhhhh I want to read a version of this where they send him to Cloud and Tifa—after Advent Children—so that they can raise and take care of him. Imagine everything being over and done with, and then a much younger version of Sephiroth shows up at their door.

*screams into the void* I love this so much it's killing me 💗

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[flowercoasts]

imogen and laudna moments before laudna dies, calling out for each other. in pain, in grief, in desperation. imogen and laudna, meeting again in a twisted memoryscape, connecting and listening and talking. imogen trying so hard to save her, to help her, to reassure her even when she knows she can’t. meeting again at the place laudna died, seeing each other - again, finally, again - and the first thing they say is each other’s names. the sigh of relief. breaths no longer held. imogen sundering the tree, sundering delilah, and setting laudna free.