#i'm really enjoying this

[ttime-aand-sspace]

Ok, I know we don't like to talk about it because of the scene context, BUT that scene with Andrey and Goncharov in the art museum where Goncharov tells Andrey "In the Bible Judas kisses Jesus on the mouth as an act of betrayal yet most artist portray it as a kiss on the cheek, I wonder why that is" and Andrey replies with clear confusion "I don't recall reading this in the Bible" and Goncharov goes "No no, I'm pretty sure it happened" and then later during Andrey's betrayal scene, Goncharov tells him "Are you portraying this kiss or are you a coward?" as a way of saying "I understood you were gonna do this long ago, but I can no longer run from my destiny, I can no longer run from time" and then Andrey kisses him right before shooting him in the heart it's just so good and it's even better when you know that mobs and people in the mafia in general kiss others on the mouth as an oath to be loyal to them till the very end and it's so good this movie makes me wanna eat glass I swear to god help me I'm obsessed

[thcrin]

The Midnight Club 1.06 ‘Witch’

[crissgreen7]

A depressed man and a raincorn, at the request of my friends on FB

[videntefernandez]

Got any interesting stuff to reveal about Diego? Any info stuff or his backstory? Maybe backstory in general?

Oh yeah the boy

Well he started out as a fan character but his backstory has changed a lot since I repackaged him as a roleplay character. Here's what's new:

He and Diva are the children from their dad's second marriage, which makes Diego the middle child. Their parents, Dick and Diana own the company Creelcore. Dick was an entrepreneur, and Diana had some gang affiliations, but that's not important right now.

Each of their children run a different branch of the company: Pharma, Cosmetics, Robotics (Which is symbolic and a corruption of the 3 pillars of the illuminati; Wisdom, Beauty, Strength). Diego's company makes not only robots but also robotic limbs, which came in handy (lol) when Diva lost her arms in a gang shootout. He also runs the sex robot black market on the side.

Their oldest brother married his highschool sweetheart but both siblings had arranged marriages. While Diva was betrothed to Diedrik and it didn't work out, Diego was arranged to marry a Saudi girl named Satila, mostly so Creelcore could get oil money. In this version Diego still has a platonic relationship with Kevin, except now Kevin works at the company in the customer service department. Diego tried to delay the marriage as much as he could, but it ended up happening, Satila turned out to be an amazing woman who actually puts up with him and they love each other. Now they have a daughter named Diosa (their family has this whole superstition about names starting with DI, which is one of the reasons Diedrik was picked but that's another story).

[doctahpants]

Practicing Sherman's circular Gallifreyan while frustrated with work means that this (hopefully) says "this is bullshit"

[hold-thathought]

got thrown, smashed, slammed in the most loony tunes way. this is the strongest creature ladies and gentlemen, mufukin will e. coyote lookin ass villain

[bringbackgoth]

God fucking bless you Boop Spammers, please keep it coming

[galasgamingcorner]

What is this? Where am I?

[guardianofrivendell]

Managed to write a nice chunk of a new Tullaina fic today 🎉🎉🎉

Who's ready for teenage Fili, Kili and Tullaina? Tullaina is getting attention from another Dwarf and Fili & Kili don't know how they feel about it. So of course they must interfere...

[majorbitchi]

This little tyke sure knows how to boogie! I love the random ass animations this Not-a-gotchi has 😂

💃🪩🎶

[kingdomtual]

Take my way

So I really enjoyed writing that piece about Louis and I think I’m gonna do one for each king! They’re super short, just a snippet of events that I find interesting...mind you these are my own personal interpretations/theories of events, as well. (so, if you don’t agree with it...don’t come at me LOL I warned you)

This small story is focused on Chiwoo. Please enjoy, and thank you.

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    Eyes closed. Deep breaths. Assess your surroundings, find your grounding.

   The rumble of thunder in the distance…or was it the sound of doors being broken down? Footsteps running through his hallowed halls? 

   He took another deep breath, but it was shaky this time. His heart began beating faster as tendrils of darkness began to wrap their way around him. 

   “I did everything I could,” he said. Who was he trying to convince? His people, or himself? His voice echoed in the empty throne room, and he finally opened his eyes to look out at the place that had been so vibrant only a short time ago. 

   A loud creak interrupted his thoughts, and he looked sharply to his right to see the arrival of someone he had thought was long gone. He frowned as he rose from his throne and crossed the darkened room to meet the figure at the door.

   “I told you to leave,” he snapped. “Where are the others? You’re supposed to be far from here!” 

   “Chiwoo, how can we possibly leave you here?” He asked in a voice heavy laden with concern.

   He sighed and took in the state of his friend as he stood before him. He was dressed in traveling clothes, dark clothes so he could move unseen in the shadow of night, but his eyes were heavy with uncertainty and there was a sadness that hovered around him like an aura. 

   “I made my decision. I have to face it,” he said as he opened the door again. “But you have to get out of here with the others. If they’re waiting for you, then go! I mean it, Jahan!” 

   Jahan looked out into the hallway that he’d just come from, and a flash of lightning made it bright for just a moment before it dulled down into shadows. He looked back at Chiwoo again. 

   “We brought the darkness here, it’s our fault that your kingdom is falling. Shouldn’t we stand alongside you?” He asked. His deep voice was fighting back tears, and that made Chiwoo smile a bit. 

   He didn’t mind enduring whatever was to come. He’d chosen the path that allowed him to protect the ones he loved, and that’s all that mattered to him in the end.

   Chiwoo pulled Jahan in for a hug. “I know it must be frustrating. You all tried to help me so many times, but I have no regrets,” he whispered. The thunder rumbled, this time much louder. He leaned back from the hug to look at Jahan. “It’s time to face judgment for my actions.”

   “Alone?” Jahan asked.

   “Alone,” Chiwoo nodded. “But you’re always with me even when I’m standing alone. So, I’m not afraid.”

   “We’re going to come back for you,” Jahan insisted. “Don’t think for a second that we won’t be back.”

   Chiwoo smiled and then he gestured to the door. “Go. You have to run. It’s a long way to the Land of Snow.” 

   Jahan gave him a stern but meaningful look before he turned and ran back down the hallway. Chiwoo sighed with relief and watched him until he disappeared into the darkness. His outline appeared once more with another flash of lightning, but then he was gone. 

   Loneliness and this overwhelming feeling of fear began to grip at his heart again, but he wouldn’t let it overcome him. He turned and walked back to his throne, but for a moment he just looked at it. 

   Had he ever deserved this seat? Perhaps at one time he had governed his people well, but fear of the shadows and concern for his closest confidants had disrupted all thoughts of his people and their needs. 

   He walked up the few steps to his throne and then touched the arm rest. The shadows had always been close, wanting to creep up the mountain where his palace rested in safety. He’d sensed how close those shadows were, but he kept them away. He thought he did.

   But maybe, all this time, the darkness had been slowly eating away at his mind…making him fear things that could never come true. Pulling his heart in too many directions until he finally gave in and turned away from his duties to serve only what he wanted; to protect the other kings.

   A loud crash of thunder and a flash of lightning lit the entire room, and for a moment he was sure that he saw a figure standing in the far corner, in the deepest shadow. He smirked, and then he turned and sat down on his throne.

   “You haven’t won yet,” he called out into the dark room. “I’m still seated. I intend to stay here until whatever end comes. This kingdom is mine, and it goes with me.” 

   No response came from the dark corner, but instead the door leading out into the hallway flew open and many of his servants came into the room. He could see their anger, their bitterness. He could feel the shadows in their own hearts, and he knew it was time to face the judgment he had been waiting for. 

   He looked on ahead, his head held high as he sat on his throne. 

   Deep breaths. Find your grounding.

   The servants came closer, their hands grabbing for him. He could hear angry voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. He could feel the darkness wrapping around him, his vision was fading. 

   Thunder cracked the sky open, lightning filled the room with constant flashes. 

   I must handle everything for the things that are precious to me.

   He kept looking ahead, unflinching even as hands began to grab onto him. They were going to rip him from the throne. 

   I can’t deny this punishment. I’m ready.

   His vision was swarmed with hands grabbing, his servants yelling. He took one last deep breath. He could feel his kingdom crumbling around him, he could only see the brightness of the lightning, he could only hear the roar of the wind and crash of the thunder. 

   But he could endure all of this pain. His friends were running from the shadows, and he had protected them. It had cost him dearly, but he’d done what he wanted. So, in the end, he was satisfied. 

   Even if I disappear without a single trace…I took my own way. That’s all I wanted. My destiny is in my hands.

[hostess-of-horror]

The Return of the Corpse Bride AU

This is actually part of a doodling test where I put a bunch of ideas into one big comic strip-like page!

I was really proud of this, so I figured I'd post it now than wait until everything is finished.

[kabra-malvada]

What should I write on the

💫✨sticky note✨💫bellow?

Send me ur suggestions!

[murokhan]

FFXIVWrite Prompt #6 - Onerous

The near-empty training hall was still alive with the energy and sounds of a combatant training as hard as her body would allow it. Styrgeim unleashed unholy barrages onto the unsuspecting training dummy. Despite her smaller stature and slimmer physique, she still housed a strength comparable to a male double her size. Each crash of her fist produced splinters that jumped right off the wooden object and deep indentations.

After a half-hour of incessant attacks, it was time to finish the session with a flourish. Styrgeim jumped back and clenched her fists, breathing in slowly to allow the ambient Aether to surround her and empower her. A gentle bluish hue surrounded her body. She could feel each cell within her begin to heat up to a warming sensation, warmer than she felt during training.

As soon as she felt ready, Styrgeim's burst forth toward the training dummy. An impressive flurry of strikes accompanied her movements. A roundhouse kick transitioning to a spinning back kick; a rising knee strike into double axe handles. Then a jab into a backhanded fist, into another jab, followed by a mid-torso kick. Finally, ending with the classic combination of a Bootshine kick, followed by a True Strike and Snap Punch, ending with a Six-Sided Star kick.

As her last foot connected with the dummy, she regained foot and took a moment to catch her breath. She could feel the aura that surrounded her subsiding, sweat pouring from her forehead and down her neck, the fabric of her Skyworker's singlet catching most of the moisture. She panted softly, holding on to her inanimate training partner for leverage until she could steady herself easier. This was her second training session that day, and she had yet to break for lunch.

Styrgeim closed her eyes, placing her forehead on the training dummy. She was tired physically, her body burning from the strain of constantly working itself harder and harder after every sparring bout. Still, there was more to it than the fatigue which exhausted her.

Remember, you are under contract with me, girl. You enjoy your freedom because of me. You owe your impressive gifts in the Colosseum to me and my ever-so-benevolent nature. The same one that keeps you and your mother off the streets. Now, be my perfect little star gem, and keep fighting.

She hated listening to that conniving Lalafel she had to call a manager. She hated being reminded that everything she had and could provide for her ailing mother rested in the hands of a benefactor. A benefactor who only cared about selling tickets and winning matches, not his star's well-being. Who could beat Styrgeim, the Heavenly Fist? The only way to find out is to pay 500 Gil a piece and enjoy the show!

Except she hated being the star of this performance. She hated the pain and near-sadistic streaks her opponents would get in the arena. She wouldn't dare give all she had in her fights, not when her mother's health and happiness came first, but at times she felt she had to quit. Yet the contract was clear that escaping from her responsibilities was a terrible idea, and contracts in Uld'ah were far more powerful than any Primal. So she made sure she kept enough money to start saving for her freedom. Having done so for over a year, her personal Gil purse was feeling heavier and heavier by the week.

Styrgeim walked to the corner of the training hall to pick up a damp cloth to dab at her face, then over to the table, which held a large waterskin flask. She took a long drink of the water inside the pouch when the door opened. She knew who was there and what it meant. Show time in two hours. She sighed but pushed away the present and took stock of the future. It wouldn't be long now. She just needed to hold on a little longer.

[pedro-pascal]

#logging into tumblr today be like

[nbstevonnie]

the yearn game this has got going on is insane