#openly weeping...

[retquits]

MONROE FINALLY HAS HIS OWN BLUE CAT!!! 😭💙

[mispatchedgreens]

if anyone was wondering what i've been doing w my life for the past two weeks, here's the answer

[khazzman]

What devastates me the most about Isha's sacrifice is how willing and loving it is. She cries happy tears as she runs into the thick of danger, thinking of all the good memories this one person has brought to her life in such a short time. She smirks lovingly at Jinx, giving her the same "Poow" Jinx gave her.

All this is for her. Jinx is her hero. And Isha wants to be Jinx's hero.

Nothing is so pure as the love of a child.

And that is what destroys me.

[youvegot-timetogrow]

ok?????

[theplottdump]

first | previous | credits

As for Carmela Malandra, or "the Curator" as she began to be known later into her career- we never reconnected after that night. Well- not on paper. After Simone transferred me to the UNIT offices in Tartosa, I was able to clear my head, move on- grow into the type of Agent that I had once admired so much. And running parallel to each other meant that according to all official statements and reports: our lives, and our careers - never touched. And if you pay any mind to official reports, you should probably consider a change in career paths.

Carmela: Richard. Dick: Curator. Lovely show you've put together. Carmela: I didn't know UNIT had taken a shine to the Modern Arts. Or is this a personal visit?

Dick: I think I'm going to retire.

Carmela: And why exactly are you telling me? Are you looking for permission? Dick: No, I don't suppose I am.

Dick: No. It just-

Dick: I don't know.

Dick: It just... felt right.

Lately I've been trying to look back, to step away from the mosaic - see if I still like the colors, the patterns. And I realized, I don't know if I do anymore. This life moves so fast, and if you're not keeping pace it's easy to get left behind. I think I'm finally tired of running.

Carmela: You've gotten old. Dick: You know, I think you're right.

Because in the end, when the mosaic cracks, shatters, and crumbles- it's better to have someone who loves you picking up the pieces than no one at all.

THE END

[alackofghosts]

oranges are for sharing

[schadentekkers]

[recents]

so we all know astarion was named after the minotaur of greek myth, who, despite widely known as the minotaur (“bull of minos”), was named astarion/asterion (“starry one”) by his mother at birth. asterion the minotaur was trapped in a labyrinth and cursed to devour virginal men and women thrown in there as sacrifices.

”The House of Asterion” is a 1947 short story by Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges that retells the story of the minotaur from the minotaur’s point of view. it’s one of his best early short stories and it’s very short, only 3 pages long. you can read it here.

borges is in my top 3 favorite writers of all time, and “The House of Asterion” obviously deserves to be considered on its own merits, so i feel slightly irreverent connecting this text to a recent video game. but i reread this short story today and there was much to think about, there were many more seeds planted in my mind in terms of interpretations of the minotaur myth and how asterion the minotaur relates to the story of astarion the vampire. i think it will for you, too.

anyway. if you don’t click through and read it, please at least read how it ends, remembering, of course, that the speaker is asterion the minotaur:

:)

[redbelles]

Enjoy your lap.

MIN @ PIT ✽ 10/29/24 Flower's final game in Pittsburgh

[mfdragon]

Piss-Shirt Borsalino, how I love you 💕

Needless to say, the 109 Volume cover watered my crops, cleared my skin and cured my depression ✨

[rukafais]

SHES PERFECT I LOVE HERRRRR

[casualavocados]

"All the atoms that were them, they've gone into the air and the wind and the trees and the earth and all the living things. They'll never vanish. They're just part of everything."

HIS DARK MATERIALS • The Amber Spyglass — 3.05 / Chapter 23: No Way Out — 3.06 / Chapter 26: The Abyss

[partybarty]

more than sport <3

[beansprean]

guillermo? hurting someone on purpose because they hurt him on accident? really truly earning his title as king of good communication

My Familiar’s Ghost part 71

Masterpost

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Knees up of Guillermo standing by the coffin, the edge of Nandor's shoulder close up in the foreground. The pillow-loaded settee and closed crypt door are lit warmly behind. Guillermo looks down with a scowl, face darkened by shadow, lips peeling back from new fangs as his shaking hands clench into fists at his side. After a moment of silence, he says, '...I gave you a thousand chances, Nandor.' 1b. Close up on Guillermo as he looks up, tears streaking down his face and eyes iced over into a glowing platinum gold. He glares as hard as he is capable of, snarling out cruelly, 'But I don't need you. I never did.' The background has turned solid black with a white starburst lashing out in the direction of Guillermo's words. 1c. Shoulders up of Nandor from the back on a mottled dark red background, still turned away from Guillermo. From offscreen, Guillermo spits, 'Still nothing to say?' Nandor visibly straightens, steeling himself. 1d. Repeat, slightly closer, as Nandor turns to face Guillermo and the viewer at last. Tears are running down his face and clearly have been for a while, eyes flashing pinkish-red as he glares at Guillermo and snarls, 'I have many things I would like to say to you.'

2a. Reverse shot, the edge of Nandor's shoulder and hair close up and blurred in the foreground as he looms over Guillermo. Guillermo, waist up, takes an instinctual step back, left fist rising up slightly in defense as he struggles to maintain his glare. The background is in focus behind him, the door getting closer. Nandor advances, continuing, 'Namely...' 2b. Shoulders up of both in profile as Nandor leans close, dark red background becoming splattered with lighter red. He glares icily at Guillermo with their noses less than an inch apart, a tear still pooled in his eye, and hisses, 'Get out.' His speech bubble is black with white text. Guillermo leans back, angry expression dropped for one of fear and confusion.

3a. Low shot from the hallway outside Nandor's room as the door suddenly crashes open, Guillermo flying out backwards as if pushed and smashing into the opposite wall, snapping the legs on a hall table and sending books and candles flying everywhere. 3b. Low shot angled down the hallway as Guillermo slams into the floor on his stomach, table collapsing down the wall behind him. Blood spurts out between his clenched fangs as he bites his tongue on impact, new glasses flying off his face and bouncing to the floor. 3b. Zoom out to wide. There is a visible crash site against the wall where Guillermo was thrown, dust and drywall settling on him, the floor, and the smashed chunks of the table and its contents. Guillermo sits up on his hands and knees and slips his glasses back on, a trail of blood dribbling down his chin and one lapel pin snapped loose and dangling from his collar. He looks over toward Nandor's room only to see the door slam definitively shut, sending the chandelier rocking in the background. /end ID

[assassinregrets]

I GAINED 3LBS THROUGH THE INCREDIBLE POWER OF PASTA

EVERYONE APPLAUD ME IMMEDIATELY

[kabutoden]

if aradia's death was just in-character for a long roleplay, what's the deal with tavros and terezi's disabilities? did vriska have anything to do with them?

She Did Do Those Things. vriska no!!!!!!