#pls no spoilers if you interact!!!

[this-is-krikkit]

ok so ive seen 2 episodes and if i'm getting the vibe right, good omens season 2 is basically just a fanfic on screen? idk how it ends but it better fucking be best friends to lovers

or you know. some MORE queerbaiting, whatever. i'm used to that 🙃🙃

[sleepyminty]

No wonder Marshall Lee and Fionna is so close like family, had Marceline and Fionna met they would definitely sister

[sleepingbeautylover]

spoiler crimson rivers !!

regulus and james are victors and the game has ended but i think im even more scared to continue now bc at least with the game i knew who was going to die and more or less what i should expect… but the black brother have hugged and regulus and james are alive 😿😿 i love them so so much 💓 i hope we will see more of remus bc he always is my favorite ever, i love him more than anything and im so scared for him 😿 i swear i keep saying that but this fic is one of the best i have ever read, the cadence has a rly soft spot in my heart and i rly thought nothing could come close to it but i think cr is climbing its way next to it 😿 and to think that i wasn’t going to read it bc i’ve been such a jegulus snob… that is shameful haha i get it now but i hope to see more of lily too and to see her get her happy ending, my baby deserves everything and what we’ve seen so far isn’t rly comforting 💔 i still have tears in my eyes frol sirius watching his brother die 💔😿

[fandomestuff]

WHAT IN THE CRITICAL ROLE JUST HAPPENED TO ME

I'm watching cr2 for the first time and I'm at episode 98

And Veth is talking with Yeza about maybe settling down in Nicodranas... And he just asked her to be careful and not put herself in too much danger

And after what happened this past monday ((we are all still crying)) Matthew Mercer from early 2020 hits me with a line directed at early 2020 Sam Riegel

"There are a lot of tales of heroic sacrifices"

...........

I'M SORRY???

RIGHT AFTER FCG'S HEROIC SACRIFICE???

WHAT IS HAPPENING

[blaithnne]

An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.

Or, Chapter 9 of Lauren’s backstory is here.

[acespacedweller]

I get that there is a deeper level to Ed and Izzy's relationship of a fucked up toxic love, but love nonetheless. However, there are certain ways that izzy stans are interpreting scenes from s1 that I have a really hard time agreeing with.

Not saying that they are wrong or that izzy is a "bad" character, cause he's actually so interesting and well written. But I have a really hard time seeing Ed talk about the things he likes and is excited about (Stede's trinkets, clouds in the sky and what that could mean weather wise, the whole singing thing) only to be shut down. As an ADHD person who has had very similar experiences, knowing how much that hurts, I don't think I will ever be able to interpret those scenes under the lens that izzy stans enjoy. Honestly I wish I could, but in my book he has a lot more shit to make up for before I can say "he's a dick but he's our dick"

I especially struggle to see that scene from e10 as Izzy is telling Ed that their professional relationship can continue but that their personal relationship is over. To me that conversation reads a lot more threatening, particularly when it's coming from someone who has expressed over and over again all season that he only wants to see a certain part of Ed, and thinks other parts of him are pathetic.

[nellasbookplanet]

We now have confirmation in Asmodeus that at least one betrayer god is open to allying with mortals and the primes against the greater threat of predathos, and we know from exu that Lolth is actively meddling with mortals.

In light of this, say, Matthew, what's The Inevitable End up to?

[aventurine-of-stratagems]

Well, it sure is dark in here.

[dynmghts]

i did NOT linger on ch402-405 long enough because as far as i can tell katsuki brought himself back right before all might was brought over by all for one, right? but with the distance, he wouldn't have seen them, nor did he have any sufficient means of closing such a distance THAT fast. so how did he know to go to the ledge and observe below?

either those on the field told him where izuku was, or he heard izuku scream for all might. or BOTH - which is more plausible, because yes, he can trust izuku will win, but with all might in danger and dragged toward ua by all for one, it put everything in jeopardy.

and so what do you mean katsuki bakugou, dynamight, symbol of victory, likely heard izuku's cry for help from below, and charged straight to him - trusted that he would be pointed in the right direction? what do you MEAN he probably heard the desperation in izuku's voice the moment he breathed life again, and his first thoughts were; izuku is in trouble. all might is in trouble.

katsuki didn't even give himself time to live again before he went into another life-or-death fight, because what follows is that he doesn't just save all might from all for one's clutches. he goes to end all for one so he'll never achieve his goal.

because those two people are the largest testament to the man he's become, and he'll defend them with his life - like he did before.

i am unwell.

[llondonfog]

If you're still doing the fic meme, maybe Silver's first time getting sick and Lilia worried, cause maybe it's his first time dealing with a sick human child. Honestly anything you write will be a Godsend.

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme

Lilia Vanrouge has faced hordes of blood-thirsty enemies frothing at the bit for his head on a silver platter and laughed with mad glee; he has deftly navigated the razor-sharp trip wires of simpering subtlety that was the Queen's council without missing a single, twisted step; he has even tamed a raging baby dragon princeling's fiery tantrums with a smile still full of grace and only singed bangs that rather end up suiting his roguish charm.

He can count on one hand the times that he's felt true, genuine fear, the kind that wriggles and buries its way through your heart like an invisible maggot, only to erupt in full hideous bloom once it is too late to halt it at the source.

This, is one of those times— the child on his bed curls there pitifully under a thick quilt, sniffling in misery as his features take on an alarming, rosy complexion and his small frame trembles with a chill so at odds with the late summer air.

" . . . Papa?"

As if it had been a command by the Queen herself, Lilia finds himself instantly kneeling by the bedside at that hoarse, fretful cry, careful talons loosely carding through sweat-soaked hair.

"I am here, little one," he soothes quietly, waiting until those glassy auroral eyes have blinked once, twice, before focusing on him. "I promise, it won't be long now. I've sent for the palace healers, and dear Malleus has said he would accompany them straight here. Wouldn't you like that, darling? You like it when he visits, yes?"

A tiny cough accompanies the nod from the boy, and he perks up slightly at the mention of the prince's impending arrival, gaze brightening marginally.

"Will Malleus-sama bring his fireflies, Papa?"

Ah yes— the boy was fascinated by the green sparks that would dance and dazzle from the prince's fingertips, and it was an open secret that Malleus delighted in such a rare, innocent appreciation of his magical display.

Lilia has returned home from many a trip to find them together in a dusky garden well past the prince's obligation, a vulnerable, tucked away smile on his regal face as he watched Lilia's son chase the lights with laughter.

"Yes, I think he might— we want you to feel better, and isn't Sebek's father always saying that laughter is the best medicine?" Lilia coos softly, stroking a talon lightly down the boy's cheek where the sensation elicits a faint ticklish huff. "Such a funny human notion— why, if that were the case, I bet I could get you out of bed in only ten minutes!"

He watches as that statement brings a familiar crooked smile to Silver's face, wishing terribly that such a cure could be true.

His knees twinge at the uncomfortable posture, hips protesting at such a stance to still be kneeling by the bed, but he cannot, will not move until Malleus and the healers arrive. These old aches and pains, they matter little as he hums snatches of long-forgotten melodies and strokes the boy's hair as if by his mere presence he could battle the fever away— but he knows he'd kneel there for eternity and then some as small fingers reach for and curl between his own with a trust undeserved.

[allmyandroids]

I literally "hate to wait" before I can go crazy on tumblr and search all the tags/blogs of the show I am currently obsessing over, like I dont like spoiler, so I try to watch a show as fast as possible so I can ineract even more with the fandom after I finally, fully watched a show

[lonely--seeker]

Saw op red film today and firstly, I enjoyed the movie, really did. Secondly tho, why do I feel there was so much, so much, potential lost?? Can I trust fanfiction will fix this?

[totentnz]

anyway, staying in that abandoned building in phantom liberty reminded v of the time her and vincent were homeless so her and johnny sat on the balcony and smoked and talked all night instead of sleeping :)

[enslaughts]

@huntalie. . . liked for a starter.

life had stopped making sense to laura lee the moment their plane plummeted from the sky. glimpses, maybe, here and there, shapes in her periphery, but by the second plane raining fire and brimstone upon them, she'd only kept on falling. head over heels far after she'd already hit the water. o thou of little faith. wherefore didst thou doubt ? maybe it was the moment you let us fucking sink. and yet, there is no other word for it but faith, this hellfire reflection in her eye. it devours the cabin, their home, like a lion, leaving nothing but skin and bone to pick through, blacker than black. at least it's warm. it'll be warmer in hell, something certain in her whispers, a root taking hold. a certainty of the un - seen, made seen before their very eyes. faith. the only thing that's made sense to her since the moment their plane plummeted from the sky ; this is judgment. righteous, holy fire for the blasphemers.

but the innocent were always damned with the guilty. firstborns swallowed in the plague. travis didn't deserve to lose his only home now that his brother was dead. lottie didn't deserve it either, akilah, gen, melissa, natalie. they were already suffering, half frozen, half starved, half dead. what more could it want from them, what more could it take ? what more could they give ? a home. their only home, for their only meal. maybe it was a fair trade after all. but no. no, it's only fair the taste of javi is forever turned to ash in their mouths, but not for all of them. travis, natalie— natalie tried. she was going to feed them all, despite lottie's offering, despite their heresy against it, she was going to feed them. heed the altar call and lie down upon it, and now look at her. ram in the thicket made archangel, forged in fire to light their path forward, chosen by the cards, the wilderness, lottie. who was laura lee to question it ?

so she doesn't. she has faith in lottie, and lottie put her faith in natalie. and god saw the light, that it was good : and god divided the light from the darkness. laura lee knows this, if nothing else : natalie is good. and because she's good, she will doubt herself, just as lottie did, and this is why they're good, why they're chosen. their home is in each other. “   you're not alone in this,   ” she whispers, fierce, forcing the glow in her gaze to shine on natalie's. what a way to start a reign. but light will always shine brighter in the dark. “   have faith in lottie. in yourself. we've made it this far.   ” what more could they lose ? where could they go now but up, after they'd already walked through the gates of hell ? doesn't that depend on which way you're going : out, or further in ? “   you got us this far.   ” not only your skill, but your kindness, “   you've been a faithful servant, natalie. now it's our turn. we just have to give it. . . more of the same.   ” here, cold hands find another's, slow, wary as an animal, but holding tight. “   more faith in it. trust, in each other.   ”

[eternalsongbird]

Lmfao Zerxus you dumbass motherfucker. Your dumbass really thought that you could fix Asmodeus. Fuck yooooou lol

[witchwhaat]

why don't you draw a chinchilla and maybe you'll calm down