#if karma is real they will be delivered

[inpursuitofnunchi]

it is nearly 5 months of continued wreckage of an entire population. out in the open, while global powers watch silently or egg them on. it is despicable, there are no words

[mike-tango-golf]

[snekdood]

Idk about yall but i can kinda continue to have empathy for my fellow human even after they abused me and still not forgive them lol

[shaisuki]

helllooooo!!!! can i request yan! reo with a chubby, female reader is pregnant but they went to the doctors alone (somehow) and the doctor said pregnant! reader might die during child-birth but they hide it from reo 🫶🏽

ASSURANCE OF A SECRET

FT. YANDERE! HUSBAND! MIKAGE REO

content warnings: implied noncon, forced marriage, talks of escape, inaccurate descriptions of medical related content, pregnancy, suicide, ideas of losing a child, sensitive content. read the warnings before continuing. dead dove do not eat.

notes. thank you for waiting.

synopsis: a secret visit to a doctor gave you the sweetest of dreams.

it took you weeks of careful planning to get away temporarily. considering he was like a leech to you after finding out you were carrying his baby. ultimately fussy with a heavy case of turning into one of those shitty in-laws who doesn't know personal space. he's one a hell of a baby daddy. experts and professional alikes already at your disposal within the first minute of the revelation.

you were more uncomfortable with the attention he was giving to you whatever time he got at the day rather than the actual pregnancy. doctors told him after examining you that the whole duration of your pregnancy is going well but you're not convinced with them. knowing they were trying to sweeten up reo by that. you need a doctor that will tell you all the complications and risk you are going to face with this pregnancy and so you formulated your plan which had gone successfully.

being alone was difficult, regarding the number of bodyguards that closely follows you and the hidden ones. you even cannot trust a simple citizen who was just trying to get their coffee done. convincing reo to allow you to roam the streets was out of the question so you begged him to let you go but with the bodyguards which he agreed easily.

getting to a hospital was the real difficulty. you can also be passed as secret agent from the way you acted and planned out all of this. starting to get yourself wounded from a accidental cut. blood dripping in your car seat and your bodyguard who was instructed to tend to all of your emergencies, yes, it includes having the smallest of paper cut and even it was a small wound. you tricked him into going to hospital and leaving you alone with a doctor to examine your wounds and that's when you strike.

all alone with the doctor with multiple charts relating to pregnancy littered in a private room. your obstetrician laid out what to expect from your pregnancy and the complications and risks which you gladly wanted to know and they were honest like you wanted.

“considering your stature and this pregnancy. it's not going to be easy.” the obstetrician began to talk to you of what may happen at the duration of your pregnancy. “it poses risks such as miscarriage, heavy bleeding, infertility and worst, death. you might die if you were to deliver this baby.” your brows raised at the possibility of your death and somehow you weren't scared of it. happy? nope. more like it's the satisfaction you were about to feel when it comes true.

you would be free and you hoped this baby will do too. it can never have a father like reo and it would be a slap to him in the face. his selfishness reflecting to you and it would be his biggest karma losing you and this child.

you listened in full attention to the obstetrician. their rules on how to avoid such scenarios (which you hoped for) and how to take care of your body and hundred instructions every doctor would tell you.

you left shortly after thanking the doctor and you were on your ride home. thinking of the outcome this birth will do to you and you were assured by it.

with your days numbered and you merrily played along with your husband's whims. asking how's your day was and the other stuff. omitting the pregnancy stuff that you had took with a second doctor's opinion. this will be his punishment. losing you and this child he wanted with you. forced him to witness the horror and it's a shame you would be long gone before you can witness it. bleeding and cold in that table. life sucked out of you like what he did to you when he forced you to be his and have to carry this child.

he holds your hand where you caress your baby bump, meeting his gaze full of hope and excitement. you smiled at him. you just couldn't wait to replace the look in his eyes with madness.

[avtrbee]

the parent-teacher conference

summary: there’s a new parent in town!

tw: implications of death ig?

Gojo Satoru is positively beaming. He has had a few unforgettable moments in his life; his first day in Jujutsu Tech, his awakening, the first time he got drunk, that one threesome with you and Ge- he’s getting distracted. Point is, this just might take the cake for the most unforgettable.

He had gotten a call from Nanami this morning asking him to meet up. It was already suspicious that he called him, but Satoru was feeling pretty generous. After all, it’s not always that Satoru could get to hear his kouhai ask for a favor.

Now, Satoru is sitting on a chair in a McDonalds beside you, and sitting on the chair in-front of the both of you is a very, very ashamed and embarrassed Nanami Kento. Fuck, Satoru’s smug. His cheeks have hurt from smiling so widely in the past hour and he’s fairly sure that you’re struggling to hide that smirk away from your face.

Amidst the noise of chattering people, a voice stood out from the rest. A small boy with pink hair and chubby cheeks came running towards your table. His yellow sweater and jean shorts were bright and clean, obviously brand new but hastily bought. “Nanamin-!” he cried as he reaches your table. He looks at Nanami with wide eyes. “Aaah.” He opens his mouth expectantly.

Without missing a beat, Satoru’s kouhai immediately scoops up a small serving of his Oreo McFlurry and feeds the boy who smiles in thanks after chewing the ice cream. He does not hesitate to turn and run back to the play place.

Satoru couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. “Oi, Megumi,” he calls to the child who was also at the play place with his sister. “Why couldn’t you be cute like him?” He whines. He doesn’t need to turn his head to know that Megumi heard him, and how he’s glaring at him right now. Call it a father’s instinct. But, speaking of fathers-

You see, Nanami has been in this exact same position three years prior except he was on the other side of the table. When Satoru confessed that he had not-so-accidentally acquired two children with enough emotional baggage for four adult sorcerers, Nanami went berserk. Satoru remembers that scolding, how Nanami called him irresponsible, how you and Satoru weren’t ready for them, how he was in no position to adopt two children despite him having more than enough resources to sustain Megumi and Tsumiki- only to find out Nanami is good little junior who followed his exact footsteps and basically adopted the first orphan he saw. Satoru wonders how many hours it spent before Nanami threw away his pride and asked him for parenting advice. Karma is real!

“So. Itadori Yuuji, huh,” he starts, unable to keep the glee out of his voice. Satoru watches as Nanami hunches his shoulders just a tiny bit in shame, but glares back at him. Nanami opens his mouth to retort, but before his voice came out little Yuuji came running back with his mouth open for another bite of Oreo McFlurry. Nanami delivers his request and Yuuji goes back to his own business.

“He’s clingy,” you observed. That was the fifth time in ten minutes did the pink haired child go back for ice cream. You suspect its not the ice cream itself, but Nanami’s presence. “He must be anxious if he doesn’t see you for too long.”

And who could blame him? Yuuji’s sole caretaker before Nanami was his grandfather, but after he was eaten up by a curse…

“I’m worried about that,” Nanami admits. “He gets upset when I have to leave work. He has to stay home alone and I get off work late…sometimes not at all.”

“Eh,” Satoru waves off his worries with a hand. “It’ll be like that from the start. You just have to assure them that you won’t leave.”

Satoru remembers this. How Tsumiki tries her best to hide her anxiety when he leaves for a work trip and how Megumi lets Satoru hug him briefly when he comes home. Sometimes both children are surprised he comes back at all despite his constant reassurance.

He quickly learns that these children do not trust the words of adults. Words are easily said, promises easily broken.

“Mhmm.” You nod. “We try to always have one of us be present at night. No simultaneous missions for both of us unless necessary.”

Yeesh, Satoru remembers the circumstances that led to that decision. When the both of you were finally able to come home after separate missions on both ends of Japan, Megumi and Tsumiki had thought you had left them.

“Maybe Yuuji can stay with us just until you get back,” you suggest. “If all three of us are gone, I know I can at least trust Tsumiki with him.”

Nanami nods appreciatively. “Thank you, Y/N-san. I know this must be a bother…”

Satoru shakes his head. “Nah. Besides Megumi needs friends his own age.”

He is worried about his little boy. Megumi isn’t exactly the social butterfly like Tsumiki is. Satoru knows that Tsumiki can create an underground cult and rule the school if she really wanted to, but Megumi would rather die than to talk to someone he deems undeserving.

The boy doesn’t even eat with anyone during lunch, or play with anyone during their free time. Megumi would just summon his dogs and let them roam around the school field, and it’s not like anyone would see.

After Megumi explained this to Satoru, he finally understood the multiple concerning calls he got from Megumi’s teachers. They report him petting the air mindlessly like there were invisible dogs, which…there were.

“But what about school?” You ask, prodding the man a bit. He has hardly shared any of his plans.

“There’s a school nearby my apartment. I’ve already enrolled Yuuji there for the next school year.”

Ah, Nanami, Satoru coos in his mind. So meticulous and well-planned!

“He’s ten by now,” you muse, swirling your straw in coke. “Curses and techniques manifest by four. Do you think he sees-?”

“No,” came Nanami’s harsh reply. He says it with such conviction, like he was willing it to be true. It’s the loudest he had been since he asked both of you to meet him at a McDonalds and begged for parenting advice. “He will never be part of that life.”

To others, Nanami must’ve sounded angry. But to you and Satoru, he just sounded protective. Satoru understands. He would give anything to take Megumi out of the sorcery world.

“I’m jealous,” you admit in a whisper. “I’m scared for Megumi and Tsumiki sometimes.”

“Tsumiki is a non sorcerer,” Nanami points out. “She is innocent.”

You sigh. “I gave her some glasses with my cursed energy to see them just in case.”

Satoru remembers this. You both had found Tsumiki beating herself up about how she’s always left behind. She was the only one who couldn't see Megumi’s dogs. The only one who doesn’t understand why you or Satoru would sometimes flick your hand at a random tree. The only one couldn’t see. You relented quickly, giving her twin glasses that match Satoru’s- Like the ones Maki-chan has!- only to be used inside the house.

Using the glasses outside the house is a strict no-no. Satoru didn’t want her seeing the ugly curses that lurk around the streets. Not that she would see them anyway, considering he had exorcised every curse found within a 300 meter radius around the house and their school. But, still, you never know.

Your words bring a deep frown on Nanami’s face, immediately indicating that he did not agree with your actions. You could feel the disappointment radiating off of the man that Satoru wonders if he regrets asking you for advice.

“I still don’t want her to see curses, but I don’t want her to feel left out.” you reason. “That’s just children, Nanami-kun. They make you bend your morals if it's for the sake of them.”

“Mm,” Nanami hums, leaning back on his chair. His gaze turns to the play place and Satoru follows. The children were building towers out of wooden blocks. They had established an effective system; Yuuji hands Megumi the blocks, Tsumiki directs Megumi where to put it, and Megumi obeys.

They look so peaceful. They look like children.

Nanami stares at Yuuji, who immediately notices his gaze. The child perks up as he catches him, before standing up and breaking into a sprint with his arms open.

Nanami catches the child no problem, but the chair squeaks in protest. Satoru watches as Yuuji hugs him the best he could, with Nanami’s huge palm over the back of Yuuji’s head.

“Ah,” the blonde says, his eyes soft and drunk with love. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this one.”

Satoru gazes back to his own children, finishing the tower of blocks everyone has started. Satoru breaks into a genuine smile. Welcome to parenthood, Nanami.

[kelocitta]

In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

[theoddest1]

The ones who caused someone's death in the fandom should face straight karma, and we should deliver it. I am tired of bullies getting their damn way. In real life, people who bully and it ends with someone ending their life would be met with legal action. So why shouldn't we do something similar? Why do the bullies get safety while victims get nothing? This shouldn't be the norm. Tired of this.

[boywifesammy]

spn fic rec fest - 1

AUGUST 1 - specific season/era

hii everyone i'm so excited to see all the fic recs that people share this month :) most of my recs are gonna be explicit (whoops lol) + i'm tagging authors that have their tumblr public on their ao3 profile, if you don't want to be tagged then just lmk and i'll remove your @! @spnficrecfest for more info on the event

Stanford Era

Picture You by karmascars (@my-wayward-karma) Sam/Jess, Sam/Dean, 3k, E

Jess calls Dean while Sam and her are doin the dirty ;) scorching hot little fic that has all the vibes of forbidden fruit & horny longing. i love love love how desperate dean is in this one + jess being cheeky <3

Brotherhood by awabubbles (@awabubbles) Sam/Dean, 16k, E

“Sam joins a fraternity so he can be fucked by his 'brothers'—but all Sam really wants is his own.” some of the hottest smut i have ever read @~@ i absolutely explode for punishment & humiliation stuff and this hit allll the right notes. not to mention the amazing art in every chapter. it gets darker near the end but it ends on a fluffy (? to me at least haha) note. painslut sam is so real. to me !!!

if you give a punk a safety pin... by lonely_traveler Sam/OMC, Sam/Dean, 5k, E

“The story of Sam Winchester's safety pin initiation into the punk scene at Stanford.” this one really encapsulates the grimy rebellion of turning freshly 20, and being simultaneously angry and horny all the time. it’s sam & OMC but sam is really yearning for dean. overall super super hot and cathartic.

Pre-Series

Might Get Hurt If You Don't Keep It Hid by AnonDude (@anondudeao3) Sam/Dean, 11k, E [underage]

Sam & Dean get caught fucking at a high school party and rumours spread. smutty pseudo-outsider pov. sooo tasty and sam&dean are such horny fuckers even after they get found out lol. i love seeing little snippets of weechesters at school & this definitely delivered. theres also a cute little time skip epilogue to finish it off.

the wrong way track from the good by according2thelore (@according2thelore) Sam/Dean, 7k, M [underage]

“Bobby finds out.” bobby’s characterization in this fic is amazing and the whole thing is just soo painful and haunting. really drives in the extent of sam&dean’s codependency and the tragedy of their upbringing. a sort of fucked up love story if u will. very naice :3

Spin by AnonDude (@anondudeao3) Sam/Dean, 8k, E [underage]

“Sam and Dean play Spin The Bottle at a party, and, well, I'm sure you know where this is going.” AHHHH!!!! outsider POV is my absolute fav and this is right up my alley. i adore how we get little snapshots of not only their weird codependency through external eyes but also how foreign their hunting lifestyle is to normal kids. + a great fluffy smut epilogue!

[cooki3face]

messages from someone who let go of you

message: I’m so obsessed with my tarot table set up that I couldn’t help but share it with you guys. I felt pulled to do a message from people who may have left you behind or moved on from you. This message is meant for those of you who have somewhat moved on or are somewhat far removed. You may have distant memories or have thoughts of this person still that feel somewhat against you or random due to so much time having passed or your life having changed so much since then. I keep hearing “I’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend, it’s not what he’s for made for.” From Billie’s song, I don’t remember what it’s called, “what was I made for?” I was so unprepared to come out here and read tarot that my phone is at 20% but I came out and lit up all my candles anyways and sat down at my table. This will be a channeled message, directly from them to you. Enjoy.

***

i.

"I'm not real sure where I'm going or what's left of me to do now. I feel as though I've done everything I said I would or put myself in the position to receive everything I possibly could, I feel like I've obtained and had everything there is for me to have and yet, there's this emptiness. I'd like to say that I would equate the loss of you to the emptiness I feel but to say the loss of you would not fully encapsulate the responsibility I carry for not being there and leaving you more times than we can count on all ten of our fingers put together. I still like to tell myself and others that it was not a big deal, that the loss of you, of us, was not a big deal. I will find a way to minimize anything and everything that means all of anything to me in order to hide the fact that it is so painfully important and you know this already. I am not ignorant to the reality of the situation, the loss, and my behavior. I know better I just couldn't do better. Since you've been gone, things have not been any less chaotic or trivial. Your absence leaves hard lessons here that I could not foresee while you were here. I keep saying since you've been gone, or since you've left, or in your absence because it feels as though you've left me, I may have left you plenty in spirit, I may have left a void within you so frequently that at some point you did leave.

you left me with no choice but to pick up and leave. I've been forced to carry all my bags and pull all my karma up the hill all by myself now that you're gone and life has thrown at me lesson after lesson. I do not know where life will take me or what's in store for me or what else there is for me to have now that what I would've really wanted has voluntarily bowed out of my life and left only tower moments and lessons. I cannot get over the way that it feels for justice to have finally come for you and served you right after all this time of me not being able to deliver it to you myself. I find myself brought to tears or battling excessive bouts of emotion behind you not being here and I have nobody to cry to and nobody to blame but myself. I am trying to let go, I am trying to release what is no longer a reality for me any longer. You.

I lost such a massive opportunity for my own fulfillment when you walked out the door. I hated to see your back to me I hated to see you go but I understand that you were tired and I understand that all my time I spent fearing your abandonment I manifested such a reality for myself by being afraid. All the pushing I did, all the damage I did, all the hurt and destruction I caused being someone whose shadow eclipsed them because I let it. Now, all I've been doing is trying to heal and trying to do the inner work like you told me so many times, all that time ago. I feel as though my future leads nowhere now truly, I may have felt that way when you were around but even throughout all my hopelessness and hardship, I always thought I'd find my way to you in the end and now that you're not here there lies no reward.

***

ii.

I've learned so much now that I am away, many things make sense to me that didn't before, I see things so much clearer than I had previously. There is so much within this world, on this plane of existence for me, for us, to see and understand. My departure was necessary however sudden or abrupt, everything I've done I've done for love and there is never a lack of purpose behind my actions and I wish so badly that I had the ability to tell you all these things directly, for some reason, unbeknownst to me, my heart aches. I still think of you however far removed I may be, I still think of you no matter what it may seem like, I still think of you despite my wish not to. I am not heartbroken nor am I half of a whole. I am in my power, I am willing and able to reach towards all horizons and create the life I had deserved for myself all along that you could not give me despite all my time spent sitting idle waiting for you. Please do not mistake my willingness to come through and communicate as me being truly unhappy or ungrounded, I am not. I have returned home to myself and wherever I go, whomever I am with, and however much I change I will always reside here.

I have discovered things within this life and within this realm that I thought for many years and even before you that I could not have and now I have them. So I am not unhappy or discontented, but, you are not gone from my heart and from my mind despite how much I've grown and despite how much I've discovered myself to have. I do not love you the way I used to and so at times I do find myself plagued solely with confusion as to why at random moments I find myself thinking of you. I have proved to myself that I could have the whole entire world within the palms of my hands but I carry with me a secret and that is you. I build high walls of my kingdom around the memorial that is your absence in my life. And when things fall away and succumb to time and go back to the earth from which they came, we remember them and we pay careful attention not to disturb them, we let bygones be bygones. Your essence is with me, you are here in spirit but I refuse to trudge up what's passed gone back up again simply because I have the capacity to remember.

because you are not here and because we share the connection that we share or had once what we had, there is a part of me that lies within me that sometimes is confused or or feels clueless about what the rest of my life will look like without you, whether or not I will always remember, whether or not the small memorial you have within my spirit will be given a mural, whether or not even in deep and aligned partnership and connection I will find myself wondering where you are. I store your heart within mine. Sometimes, even if I am not heartbroken or paralyzed with loss I become frustrated or angry because I can't bring myself to understand what lies ahead of me through what I have holding within me now, these memories. But, where I am afraid, or angry, or confused I show myself mercy and grace. I say to myself, "What meant something to us once is not always easily forgotten." Before I left you behind and found the strength within myself to do so, I feared deeply that without you I would find myself alone eternally, I still feel to some extent that that might even be a possibility but the difference is I do not fear it this time. I will be brave, I will not live my life paralyzed by possibility and I will do my darndest to give myself everything I needed and was ever owed.

And I will never be angry that it does not include you if I find that it does not. There is no sentence more immeasurable than a lifetime so I will do only what I can do and make it a good one and leave everything else up to be decided to spirit.

***

iii.

I think of you and the way I walked away frequently. You were a piece of a revealing story. You proved that I was struggling, you proved that I had deeply rooted things I refused to dig through or acknowledge, you proved my actions were detrimental, that my shadow is large and looming. I attempt to run from myself every single day from the second I rise in the morning to the moment my head hits the pillow. To see yourself clearly in the mirror when you've done so much to obstruct the reflection is misery. My spirit yearns for healing and for me to answer to its wailing but I don't like the sound. I have to hear it all the same anyway even If I don't like it, your absence has left my ears ringing, I feel like the truth of my reflection is being pulled out of me in knots. I'm at a loss for words, I find myself feeling as though in my ways, I've cheated myself out of an opportunity that was you. I feel like I have no plan in store for me like I've been stranded on an island with only myself to talk to. I can't see myself having anything fulfilling without you being here, everything I build I knock down, everything I find my grip around slips right through my fingers.

I've been working so hard to dress myself up, to make myself look dazzling and shiny and new just as something I would reach for regardless of it not being gold, but, my old way of doing things is no longer working. There is no void so deep. there is nothing left to do but wade in the marsh that is the consequence of my own actions and I am afraid. I know that you cannot hear me over the sound of your joy and the sound of heavenly support but I wish that you could. The second I could not reach you any longer the fabric I'd sewn made from whatever I told myself at night and whatever I felt I could've had had been ripped from beneath me. I am angry because I feel that what I have reaped is unfair. I have made no progress where true progress lies, I feel disappointed and displeased. Whatever I've found myself having, worldly or in spirit is not enough. Your wrath is hellish and you've not even lifted a finger.

If I were to speak to you in the flesh, I would still find myself lying, seething as if what I've received is unfair, and hiding behind ego because it is all I have to offer at this time. I have not changed, I don't know that I am capable. Please have mercy on me. Please forgive me. I have a tendency to look at you almost religiously, if God lived on earth beside us, he/she would be you. I'm far removed from spirit, I do not know how to pray, I do not hear their messages, I do not know my way, and you, a beacon of light, have left. I'm trying to let go, I'm trying to teach myself to see things differently, I am trying to do or find something. And after all of this, If I were to speak to you, you would show me some grace, you would still wish me well, you would still want the best for me or want me to turn inwards and heal. All I want all the time is your blessing. It has taken everything in me not to turn up on your doorstep as I feel I've been exiled. Every time I've washed up unannounced or without your permission both in the physical and in the astral was a call for help, to let you know that my shadow is looking straight at me and there is nothing I can do about it.

All I have to say now is that you were right about everything and what I have received I am owed and what is fair is fair. I hope that you are free and I hope for my own.

***

Do I even wanna post this?? Please, all I can think is GIRL, WHAT IS THIS??? I know I’m the one who wrote it but when I’m channeling it never feels as though it’s coming directly from me, I’m only a vessel at that point, the only credit I feel I can take in the moment is the fact that it is my fingers who is typing it. If you’re an intuitive or a reader of some sort you know exactly what I’m talking about but these messages are so dramatic. While writing them the part of me that was present was like “oh please! 🙄✋🏾 pack it up!!” But anyways, let me post it before I chicken out.

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 8 - An Encounter

Kumon: I can’t wait to see Sumi-san’s performance~.

Izumi: I’m glad we’re able to go and see it before it’s over since they’re nearing the finale and all.

*Tires screech*

Kumon: A taxi…?

*Car door opens*

Tenma: Sorry I’m late.

Kumon: Good work! There’s still time before the show starts, so you’re all good.

Izumi: Was work busy today, Tenma-kun?

Tenma: Nah, I wasn’t working today…

Izumi: ?

Kumon: I bought a whole supply of triangles! They were doing a Kyoto fair thing at the store, so I got a bunch of different kinds of yatsuhashi~. (1)

Kumon: I’ve got anko, cinnamon, matcha, chocolate, strawberry, banana, curry--.

Tenma: That’s way too much! Wait, is there really such a thing as a curry one…?

Izumi: What should we do? I know it’s a little early, but should we just head to the theater?

Tenma: Since it’s almost the finale, why don’t we get a bouquet?

Kumon: I wonder if they’ve got any triangle flowers or something.

Tenma: They don’t.

Izumi: Ah, if we’re looking for a florist, I know just the place.

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Izumi: Hello.

Towa: Welco-- Wait, SUMMER TROUPE!?!?

Towa: Huh, what are S-Summer Troupe’s Tenma-kun and Kumon-kun doing here!?

Izumi: You know Towa-kun, the Spring Troupe fan I’ve mentioned before? This shop is owned by his aunt.

Tenma: I see, so this is the one you were talking about…

Kumon: Hello~!

Towa: H-H-H-Hello!

Kumon: Okay, so, we’re going to see Sumi-san’s performance now, and we wanna bring him a bouquet as a gift, but--.

Towa: Ah! Misumi-san’s the one who likes triangles, right!?

Tenma: You sure got to the point fast…

Towa: My aunt’s not here right now, so all I have is the bouquets on display, but if that’s okay, then…

Towa: I think this bouquet with yellow dahlias as the main flower matches Misumi-san’s vibe.

Kumon: Yeah, yeah, it’s perfect! It’s super Sumi-san-core!

Tenma: Nice job.

Izumi: Then we’ll go with this one.

Towa: And take a look at this! The paper bag is a triangle!

Kumon: Whoa…!

Towa: It’s just a paper bag so you can hold the bouquet without crushing it, but I thought it’d be perfect for Misumi-san…!

Izumi: It truly is a perfect choice. Thank you, Towa-kun.

Towa: No, I should be thanking you! I’ll have it ready in a minute!

Izumi: By the way, how are things going with your troupe? Does it seem like you’re getting any members?

Towa: I… Tried asking my friends, but they weren’t really…

Towa: Some of them said no because they weren’t interested, while others who were originally interested in theater have already joined other troupes…

Kumon: The more new troupes popped up, the more new members got recruited, huh~.

Towa: I feel like I completely missed the wave.

Izumi: I see…

Izumi: (I’d love to help, but I don’t have anyone who fits the bill in mind…)

Ibuki: Heyyy. Dozono Shoten, hereeee.

Izumi: Huh?

Kumon: What!? Ibukichi!?

Ibuki: What’s with you being all over the place suddenly? Does MANKAI Company just lurk everywhere around here?

Towa: That’s not true!!! It’s something rare!!! Seeing them isn’t something that simple!

Towa: And I shouldn’t get used to being this happy either. I need to remember back when I was in middle school when I was just happy to be able to see them through a screen…

Towa: I’ve been so lucky since I moved here that I forgot all about that. I’d better not take this for granted, or else karma will catch up with me.

Izumi: Never change, Towa-kun.

Kumon: I know what you are! You’re like a die-hard fan, right?

Ibuki: I’m getting like a crazy sense of déjà vu right now. What kanji are in your name again?

Towa: “To” like peach and “wa” like peace, but…

Ibuki: Ah--.

Towa: ?

Tenma: By the way, did you say Dozono Shoten?

Ibuki: Yeah, I’m here to deliver for a grocer called Dozono Shoten. BTW, my IRL name’s Ibuki Dozono.

Ibuki: Daddy loves making Ibuki work real hard all ‘cause he’s got a bad back~.

Kumon: Who would’ve thought Ibukichi’s family runs a grocery store…!?

Tenma: It is pretty surprising…

Towa: U-Umm, so you’re Ibuki-kun? And you know about MANKAI Company, right?

Towa: So are you, maybe like, interested in theater, or…?

Ibuki: What? Hell no.

Towa: Figures…

Izumi: Were you trying to recruit them for your troupe?

Towa: Yeah…

Tenma: This whole one-track mind thing is sounding a lot like someone else we know.

Ibuki: Towa, if you could just sign the receipt for me~.

Towa: Okay…

Ibuki: Well, later, I’ve still got deliveries to make.

*Ibuki runs off*

Towa: Haaah…

Izumi: (Now that I think about it, how did Ibuki-kun know about MANKAI Company if they have no interest in theater?)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Ibuki: …

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Iv has entered the chat.

Iv: made a discovery

shiki: What’d you find?

Kar: A 10 yen coin?

Iv: do u know any other responses? this is such an insane coincidence 

shiki: What is?

Iv: funnier if i keep it a secret

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Notes:

(1) Yatsuhashi is a type of Japanese sweet made from glutinous rice flour and sugar and typically flavored with cinnamon or matcha. It’s a famous regional product from Kyoto.

[avocado-writing]

Request if I may:

Aziraphale is getting excited about getting his hands on a rare original copy of a book, but for the first time ever, your angel is being oh so very secretive about what it is.

Aziraphale is busy when the delivery arrives and being curious you open the packaging.

Your angel has gotten a copy of the karma sutra. Well, you need to try it out to make sure it's an authentic copy of the book.

notes: nothing too graphic in this one but still…

rating: M

pairing: aziraphale x reader

Aziraphale has a secret. 

This much you know. He’s trying to hide something and it’s not fooling you for a second: the constant pacing in front of the windows, peeking out of the shop’s front door. You’ve asked him what’s got him so antsy but he swears up and down he’s fine. 

You know better. He’s about as subtle as a brick to the face when he’s trying to keep something under wraps. So you watch him from behind your novel, keeping him under your surveillance without his knowledge. 

Ahh, he is so easy to find out. 

You see the way his eyes widen when he spots the postman coming towards the shop, the quick exchange of a parcel for a signature. The way he tried to hurriedly hide it in his storeroom - the old one with the wonky latch which never shuts properly. Honestly, you’d be a fool not to look. So, when he’s busying himself making a cup of tea for five minutes, you take the chance. 

The packaging has been ripped open — most unlike your angel, he’s usually careful when unboxing his mail. He likely wanted to confirm the contents and then squirrel it away; as you peel back some of the cardboard you see why. 

Oh. Oh. 

It’s old. Far too old to be delivered by such usual means of postage you’re sure; but it seems to have been secured quite thoroughly. You know the Karma Sutra is widely read but you don’t think you’ve ever seen a copy in real life. But here it is. In your hands. 

Hmm, you can see why Aziraphale was hiding it.  

“Where are you, my dear? I have your cup of —oh.”

Aziraphale catches you. Of course he does. Damn that storeroom door, always swinging open. You’re caught red-handed, book in your grasp and eyes wide. His eyes go wider and his cheeks a bright pink. 

“Oh, erm, right. It’s not mine! Well it is, I was just… I was ordering it for a customer, and I…”

“Aziraphale,” you say, trying to hide your smirk, “you’ve never ordered anything for a customer in your life.”

“I… well… no. I suppose not,” he confesses, dropping his gaze to the floor. He begins to fiddle with the bottom of his waistcoat, a sure sign of his nervousness. You tread over towards him carefully, holding the book so gingerly someone might mistake it for an explosive. 

“Aziraphale, it’s alright. There’s nothing wrong with having it, you know. I suppose I’m just a little surprised. Did you want to… study?”

He clears his throat and nods, still unable to meet your eyes. 

“Yes. A little. It’s the book for it, you know.”

“Well that’s true. I just don’t quite understand why.”

When his cheeks go even pinker, and he looks like he’d rather discorporate than continue standing in front of you for a moment longer, you realise. 

“Oh my god, it’s for me, isn’t it? It’s because of me,” you blurt out, totally unable to keep the idea inside. Of course it is; you’re so obtuse. You’ve been seeing Aziraphale for a couple of months with nothing more than a couple of hot and heavy kisses to show for it - which you were fine with! Being an angel, you weren’t sure he was a sexual being at all. But now to find out he’s not just interested in it but he’s actually doing research to make sure it’s good… 

Oh. It’s delicious. It’s all so delicious. 

Seeing as he appears to be rooted to the spot you finally close the gap and press a kiss to his lips. He seems surprised by it but welcome, gently pressing himself against you as you take him in your arms. 

“You know, I’d be more than willing to be your study partner. Right now if you want…”

In answer to that the shop is closed immediately and the two of you retire to the bedroom. Learning to fuck from a book is perfect for your angel and, by god, is he a thorough student. 

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[rainbowdaisy13]

Travis and Taylor seriously look like an SNL skit of themselves. I don't know if I want this bearding to end or not. I really wanna see how far is she capable of pushing it. I know the whole political context makes things difficult, but isn't there a part of you that enjoys this mess? It's like a self fulfilling prophecy for Taylor. She changed that lyrics to say he's her karma and Travis delivered in full and with interest. It's 'hell if it isn't the consequences of your actions' play in real time. She changed herself so much for every beard, she was bound to get lost in the sauce with one. Since this bearding has been her most successful, it makes sense she bathed in the glory and can't let go. Even if it's the most harmful bearding she's done. it all makes sense to me. It's that high of watching a train wreck in real time.

Well I appreciate your honesty for sure & maybe at some point I can find it amusing but for now I’m still working through the emotional weeds of Taylor not being the kind of person I thought she was—which is ultimately on me

I forget daily that I have Fivel levels of naivety when it comes to assuming people are always operating for the greater good or at the very least with it in mind. I have to text my group chat asking them how to deal with certain situations because I literally do not know how to Game of Thrones my way through life, which means I forget many people function that way naturally. This isn’t me feeling morally superior either, it’s truly just how I view the world

All that to say, I have come to accept that Taylor probably views the world and her life choices differently than I do & no amount of making excuses for her matters, it’s just how it is

[amoromniaodium]

Slow Horses

Irina Agapov (OC x River Cartwright)

Irina Shayk as Irina Agapov

Jack Lowden as River Cartwright

Gary Oldman as Jackson Lamb

The rest of the cast as themselves

Introduction

When Irina was a young girl, too young to remember everything clearly, her mother brought home a British spy. It’s important to note that Irina did not know who he was until years later. He was very different from the usual men her mother brought around. For one, he wasn’t Russian. He was smaller than the typical Eastern European men, and when he spoke Russian, his accent made her giggle. Even at her young age, Irina could tell that he was dangerously charismatic. After his third visit, her father disappeared and was never found. Her babushka told her he had died for Mother Russia, but Irina knew, even as a child, that it was really the strangely charismatic man with the piercing glare—his eyes, blue like the deepest part of the ocean—that was responsible. That’s the only thing she truly remembered about him: the eyes.

Later, her mother and she left Germany for England to start a new life. However, at that time, England was not kind to Russian immigrants. It was there that Irina learned to build masks and switch between them quickly. She developed an ability to read situations and analyze human reactions—skills honed while running from bullies, but some would say they were passed down by her father and grandfathers, all men involved in the world of espionage. So it was no surprise that the same man who visited her mother when she was young continued to keep an eye on Irina—until she disappeared to America at the age of 16.

Jackson Lamb knew deep down that little Irina was going to be a problem. He just never realized what kind, until it was too late.

—-

Irina has worked worldwide for government agencies and private companies in need of her services. Her exploits, as terrifying as they are magnificent, are in high demand everywhere. However, when she learned that Jackson Lamb now works at Slough House—and has for years—she couldn’t resist visiting him. She had also heard that he had grown particularly attached to his group of misfits, especially one named Standish. Finding work in London wouldn’t be difficult for Irina, but the real issue was that this particular group of incompetents would somehow worm their way into her cold-blooded heart, especially one River Cartwright, whose grandfather she despises.

This is the story of how a little Russian girl became one of the most feared assassins, but if you were able to find a way into her cold heart, she would be willing to do anything for you.

This is the story of River Cartwright, a kind and gentle soul whose stupidity might outweigh his competence, but whose love will bring about great change.

This is the story of Jackson Lamb and the little Russian girl with big green eyes—whom he was never able to forget, but wishes he could.

This is the story of the Slow Horses, whose incompetence may make them the best agents in MI5—if only they had one superhuman addition.

This is the story of Lady Di, who will regret knowing Jackson Lamb for the rest of her life.

——

Preview:

"What happened to you? You used to be an extremely attractive man."

"And how would you know? You were only five years old."

“River Cartwright, you say? Cartwright, as in…?"

"Ah, yes, you know my grandfather?" River replied.

Irina couldn’t help but burst into laughter—not a soft, elegant laugh, but the kind you get when you realize that karma has delivered a perfect blow to your biggest enemy.

"Ah, perfect! The old bastard’s grandson in Slough House—this is better than anything I could have done to him. How did he react when you told him?"

River wasn’t sure how to respond.

"No, don’t tell me. I’ll let my imagination run wild for the next two months. Thank you, you’ve truly brought me joy," she said before brushing past him to go upstairs, shouting, "Lamb, Lamb! Please tell me you have a picture of the—"

River didn’t hear the rest, but he could guess where she was going. The only thing he managed to say, five minutes too late, was "You’re welcome."

He wasn’t sure if it was her confidence, perfect posture, perfume, or her face that made his brain slow down, but he knew one thing: her presence here was definitely not going to help his chances of getting back to the Park.

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

The top two characters will be eligible to proceed into the bracket!

Propaganda under the cut.

Dahlia Hawthorne:

did a lot of murders and poisonings but they deserved it imo so she’s ok

She has committed so many crimes. And in an outfit that wouldn’t look out of place on Barbie at that. She’s the DEFINITION of girlboss, and she can poison me any time.

Aura Blackquill:

her brother got framed for the murder of her wife and she became bitter and evil because of it. this led to her holding an entire space center full of people hostage to get him a retrial

So she may have a robot army to take a couple people hostage, and blamed an 11 year old child for killing their own mom (who was her work partner and maybe sort of girlfriend), but in her defense her brother was about to be executed for a murder he did not commit and there was definitely some evidence that pointed towards the 11 year old being the culprit. So what else was she supposed to do? Just sit by while another important person to her is taken away and the real killer gets to go free? She tried to do things right and go through the police but that didn't work, and sometimes when you run out of options and run out of time you have to use unconventional methods. And in the end it worked and the execution was cancelled and the real killer was found (it wasn't actually the 11 year old child, now 18, but that's beside the point), so in the end things were ultimately better as a result of her actions so you can't exactly say she shouldn't have done it. So she did some things wrong but they are also understandable. I don't think she's a bad person deep down, she just got screwed over by the broken justice system.

Kidnapped a bunch of people but it was like. So the courts would do a retrial for her brother because she believed he was innocent (he was) a day before his execution, and so who she believed the true killer was (she wasn't) would take his place (she didn't) Also a lesbian <3

Franziska von Karma was submitted without propaganda, but I know AA well enough to attempt to write my own. She is obsessed with the idea of crafting the "perfect case" and goes so far as to hide evidence, manipulate witnesses, and also physically assault everyone with a whip in order to achieve it. However she was only doing it to avenge her adopted brother and at the end of the game she comes around and ends up delivering the crucial piece of evidence to save the protagonist's assistant from being killed by an assassin.

Dee Vasquez was submitted without propaganda. My attempt: She has ties to the yakuza and blackmailed one of the actors at her studio into basically being a slave to her. When he gets fed up and ends up trying to kill her she kills him in self-defense, making her one of the few "true culprits" in the series who would actually be found not guilty in an IRL court of law.

Ini/Mimi Miney was submitted without propaganda. My attempt: She was overworked to the point that she accidentally killed about a dozen people by switching their meds while sleep-deprived, then felt so bad about it that she got into a car crash, stole her sister's identity, and pretended she was dead for years. Then she killed a guy because she was worried about him revealing her secret.

Jezaille Brett / Assa Shinn:

prime example of god forbid women do anything. like cmon she just killed a bunch of people and left no trail behind so masterfully she up and haunted the entire goddamn narrative. her name is mentioned in secret messages in streets in papers in fear in mystery and we don't know her motivations still; why does she do what she does we do not know, and will never find out. fucking girlboss she's there for one case then the next we see her she's dead. what is up with this woman and why is she so important despite not seeming so ever.

Olive Green:

She qualifies as after her fiancé died from gas inhalation, she had questions about his death and suspected one of his fellow tenants to have murdered him rather than it being an accident. She consequently attempted to murder him. She rocks because we have to stan a vengeful woman!!!!!

Iris Hawthorne / Sister Iris Hazakurain / Sister Iris of Hazakura Temple:

well she’s more morally ambiguous than her sister!!!! she covered up a lot of crimes and lied about her identity to her (long series of hand gestures to indicate how complicated the boyfriend status is) Sorta Boyfriend for. like nine months i think. and she would have gotten away with it too if not for her co-conspirators fucking everything up

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - April Podfic

I’m so late delivering this to y’all but!! Here are the podfic I listened to in April. 

[Podfic] Code Icarus by M_Samro for FestiveFerret

[Full length: 5:31:49]

Podfic of FestiveFerret's wonderful slow burn fic. The best exploration of Steve's leadership abilities and the Avengers' team dynamics that I've read.

NOW COMPLETE - FULL PODBOOK IN CHAPTER 14

Steve Rogers hates falling, but he hates being caught even more.

[podfic] Bedtime Stories and Nightmares by reena_jenkins, scifigrl47 for Opalsong

"Tony Stark was comfortable with his life. And why shouldn't he be? He's brilliant, rich, powerful, a super hero. He's got a team he trusts, a job he enjoys, his work and his creations, and he's sleeping with Captain America. Tony's life is just fine, thank you very much. He knew that it would change, life always changes, but he wasn't in any way prepared for how it was about to change.

Tony never intended to be a parent, and even if he had, he could never have anticipated this particular change."

[Podfic] Dating the Long Way Around by Hananobira

Tony Stark was pretty sure the Universe had it out for him. Call it karma, or the natural balance, but on occasion, he had a sneaking suspicion that for every good thing that happened to him, something bad was waiting around the corner.

That being the case, his first real date with Steve Rogers would probably lead to something disastrous. But in that he was, in fact, going on his first real date with Steve, he wasn't sure he cared. Steve was certain he didn't.

It's a Thursday night in New York City, what can possibly go wrong?

[Podfic] Some Things Shouldn't Be a Chore by Hananobira

Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony's got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he's pretty sure that he's going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy's still a little spotty about what is 'clean' enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick.

And some things shouldn't be a chore.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep7 Musings - Loumand (Spoilers)

I actually don't have much to say about Armand--I'm waiting to see what he has to say for himself in the finale.

Exactly, Mr. Professional--let Louis talk this out on his own. We'll skulldrag Mr. I Could Not Prevent It soon enough.

"Yeah all right I sold him out"--YEAH YOU DID ARMAND, no sass or backtalk, just STFU. You had your chance to speak up IN PARIS, Mr. I Made My Choice!

NO NOTES.

PLEASE 🙄😒 How? With Sam's dinky little scythe? You can set them all on fire with a THOUGHT, stfu with that 🥺 face.

PLEASE 🙄😒 It was the terms of their agreement--IN CAHOOTS.

PLEASE 🙄😒 It was the LEAST he could do. The key word is to save YOU. Not Claudia. This was PREMEDITATED.

What I'm actually REALLY bummed about is that AMC seems to have kept Armand "held captive" by Sam the whole time, so he wouldn't've had the opportunity to go FRANKENSTEIN on Claudia (I assume they just swapped that for the Rat Box scene). Unless that happened after they beat Louis unconscious. 👀

Madz being dragged into this to implicate Louis, cuz Armand killed Santiago's Maker for doing the exact same thing with him! 👀💀

GO AWF, king! May your reign be short and sterile! 🤴🏼😜

SOOOO hypocritical that the coven is LITERALLY breaking Law 5 by doing this entire Trial, but wtvr; politics is just parlor tricks.

The way Ben delivered those lines; the crazed look in his eyes--this was the REAL bee in Santiago's bonnet & stick in his craw. Eff Claudia; Santiago DGAF about her in the scheme of things. But that persona non grata, who "wasn't even all that attractive," had rejected & offended & humiliated him, and this green-eyed monster wanted Louis DEAD.

NYA NYA NYA! 😝

"It took all my strength," PLEASE 🙄😒

Armand wanted Claudia dead so dang bad, lol.

TWICE OMG, PLEASE! 🙄😒 Louis just staring him down. YOU BUY THAT, LOUIS!? 👀 HAYUL naw, which is why Armand's been in this Grovel Era for 77 years! 😅

NICE save, Santiago!

Here we effing go; eternity in a box.... ⚰️💀

Rolin, whose idea was it to fill it with rocks; that is SAVAGE!

Thank god Lou didn't have to see his baby burn to ash--"and his face turned to soup." He fought, he really tried, but it wasn't enough; he was POWERLESS to protect any of them. U_U But you KNOW Lou had to FEEL what was happening when Madz died, cuz she's his blood/fledgling. So the pain's still there, even w/out seeing Claudia.

THAT'S what karma effing means, y'all! THAT'S what it means to DESERVE pain. Lest had to sit there and watch HIS DAUGHTER burn, "cuz sooner or later, they end up dead." AR said Claudia (read: Michelle) was DOOMED by the narrative, and DIDN'T deserve what happened to her. But Lestat ADMITTED that he deserved everything that happened to him! Les had to PAY the consequence!

CONSEQUENCES, Armand! You don't get to sell out Louis at the price of Claudia, then brag about how "I never harmed you," and whine about how you "atoned" for Paris but can never make up for it.

EFF your apologies--his daughter's DEAD, ffs.

Whew, I'm actually tearing up, this ep's HEAVY; I'm moved, fasho!

Sure, Jan. 🙄 Les crossed the ocean cuz Santiago told him what was going down, so OF COURSE Lestat was gonna go to Paris; regardless! (AMC removed the need for Swamp King to crawl begging for Armand's healing blood.)

Santiago and the coven woke Lestat up by climbing the Eiffel Tower and radio-signalling him to come to them--that lines up with the newspaper clippings Loumand mentioned in Ep6 about "strange crimes" being committed.

STFU WITH THE BAGELS AND COFFEE, TUAN, it shoulda been a CROISSANT! 🥐🤣

STFU ARMAND, we don't need YOU mansplaining Lestat's toxic AF behavior, Master Manipulator! LOUIS can be wrong about his husband he lived with for dang near 40 years ("this is Lestat; what he does over and over"), but YOU can't talk about the dude you only knew for a few months max! Sit QUIETLY and drink your blood soup!

Yeah Armand, you BETTER duck TF out the way! 😤 Lou was aiming right at your dome--eff you, AND all the luxurious golden-spooned Jimmy Choo wearing stolen Rembrandts you've filled this sterile penthouse cage with!

"THIS IS HARD"--bruh, I bet Jacob said that from the soul; I have no idea how any of these actors do this, incredible! AMC I hate y'all so bad for not giving these artists as much shine & accolades as possible; they're being robbed. U_U

(Quick Insider preview for the finale--Ep8 SPOILERS)

Santiago asking "Did Armand tell you what we did with her ashes?" omfg imma be sick.

Armand telling Louis "I lied to you;" chile, we been knew.

Fire Gift Louis de Pyromaniac du Lac telling Lestat chained up under the Threatre "I'VE COME TO KILL YOU;" get in line, my guy! 😡🔥