#seemingly unrelated but...

[dhm-rising]

Pitcher Plant

Male Bogsneak - Arcane Goat

XYY Jade/Abyss

Harlequin/Spinner/Points

[tethered-heartstrings]

[tryandbehappy]

I still can’t get over how many times they showed June’s reaction to Nick in this episode.

Like it’s insanely much, especially considering they could’ve easily skipped it. One moment during the wedding where she sees him with his wife? That would’ve been enough. But they chose to focus on it over and over again. Why?

Why did they show her hurting when he says vows about his only child? Why show her staring at him from the dinner table? Why include that moment where she walks past him and clearly wants to go up to him? The second she saw him, I knew who she was looking at. It was impossible not to know. That gaze was for Nick.

And then he reacted too like a small flinch, like he felt her presence. I watched this entire episode just sitting there in shock at how often they showed June reacting to Nick, in an episode that wasn’t even about them.

And the thing is her reactions are ambiguous. They’re layered. One moment she looks like she’s in pain, then like she’s angry, then like she’s still in love. They’re giving us space to interpret it, but the fact remains: their story is far from over.

There were so many signals, in places where they didn’t even need to be. I’m still freaking out. Like, what was that? That was insane.

[sorio99]

Knowing “Nerdy Prudes Must Die” was the first idea the Lang brothers had for Hatchetfield makes the whole series so much funnier.

Like, did they know in “The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals” that the weirdo who demanded a hot chocolate would be the leading man of the high school horror show?

Did they know the prude they mentioned a few times would be a homophobic murderer who defiled a corpse, fucked a ghost, and became a vessel for dark lords?

Was the homeless man joke in BEFORE the recast because they were still brothers, or not?

[sexhaver]

i was listening to Bunny Is A Rider and had the obvious thought of "huh I wonder if this title is a reference to Bunny Ain't No Kind Of Rider, like, how could it NOT be, i've literally never seen the words 'bunny' and 'rider' in the same sentence in any other context" so i did some googling and unfortunately it turns out the last person to ask her this question did so in an extremely accusatory way out of nowhere like a caricature of an awful twitter interaction (she fucking @'d Of Montreal lmfao???) so all we're getting is this defensive non-answer

[shivunin]

Inquisitor As Companion Tag Game

Rules: For the categories below, describe or list the greetings your Inquisitor (as a companion) would say when approached by the PC

Thank you for the tag @star--nymph! I am tagging @plisuu @rosella-writes @inquisimer @exhausted-archivist @idolsgf @greypetrel @ndostairlyrium @chanafehs @pinayelf @dungeons-and-dragon-age @elfroot-and-laurels @zencetera @dreadfutures and @jtownnn c:

I started to do this for Emma, since she is my canon Inquisitor, but then I realized Salshira would absolutely be the best companion because, well, you will see. (also oof this got long lol, romance and such under the cut)

Salshira Lavellan:

*Dialogue options will not become available until Salshira has finished saying the entirety of her greeting.

Cold/Hostile (-75 to -5):

Note: When at low approval, Salshira does not have a static location on the map and must be sought out. Can most often be found at the merchant stalls near the front gate, Herald's Rest, the kitchens, the library above Solas's rotunda, or the aviary. However, she can less often be found in locales as exotic as the dungeons, the top of the mage's tower, the ruined part of the bridge, and Cole's corner of the attic.

Fancy meeting you here. Sturdy stonework, isn't it? D'you ever wonder how grass gets in the cracks like that?

Varric was telling me the funniest thing earlier. You've got to go ask him; it had me in stitches.

I think someone was looking for you. Something about structural damage? I know you'll work it out.

Sera was saying something about you earlier. Sorry, Inquisitor, I promised I wouldn't repeat it. Dreadfully funny, though.

Well, speak of the archdemon and (he/she/they) appear/s. I just heard the oddest story about you, but I wouldn't trouble you with the details now. You're far too busy for that.

Have you read this book? Incredible details. Very salacious. I found it in the bag of somebody you'd never expect and I am delighted.

Neutral/Warm (-5 to 74):

Note: At slightly higher approval, Salshira can be found in Herald's Rest, the kitchens, or the stables. Idle animations in the stables often show her combing out the mounts even if the species visible in the stall does not have hair.

(Noted bug: while brushing bog unicorn, Salshira often stuck patting the sword in its skull and calling it a good girl)

Hello there, beautiful stranger!

Good day for the end of the world, isn't it?

You know, I think the sky almost looks better with a hole in it. Nothing wrong with a little variety, I always say.

Wanted some company? Great choice.

There you are!

Good morning, my dear!

Friendly (75 to 125):

Note: At high approval, Salshira is usually at the bar in Herald's Rest or sitting in Cole's usual corner.

Oh, good! I was looking for you.

I was just thinking about you!

Creators, I'm famished. Want to grab a bite?

Ooh, rough day? Can I help?

My favorite Inquisitor! Don't tell the others.

Hello, my friend!

Fancy a drink?

Excellent! Hello!

If flirted with, before romance is locked in:

Hello, lover.

You have the loveliest eyes (hair, hands), has anyone ever told you?

Afternoon, gorgeous.

Up early after last night, aren't you?

Oh! I was just thinking about--well, I'll just show you later, shall I?

After romance is locked in:

Oh, good! It's you. I was hoping it would be.

I was just missing you, and here you are.

Don't suppose I could talk you staying a moment?

Ma vhenan.

(humming Dalish lullaby)

There you are, love.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[damnation-valley]

and what if i said that "a stranger i remain" from the mgr soundtrack is about 3650. what then.

[lesbian-cowpoke]

Man attempts to resist urge to spout cat facts, more at 10

[heartcountry]

nothing in my life is going the way i expected actually but the way the breeze moves the leaves and brings things to life in the dead heat of a texas summer tells me that my life plans don’t matter much at all and the world will be beautiful and waiting for me despite all its terrifying parts

[avvocarlo]

I think it's very interesting how specifically in australia we have a widely popular amount of passionfruit drinks. I would even go as far as to say that if a bottle or can is purple it will typically be assumed to be passionfruit

[nosferatufaggot]

I just finished reading The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and I have only one thing to (publicly) say.

At once point towards the end Jekyll says "I had but to drink from the cup, to doff at once the body of the noted professor, and to assume, like a thick cloak, that of Edward Hyde." And do you know what I instantly thought of upon reading that? In Night of the Doctor when Eight says "Physician heal thyself" and then drinks from the cup that transforms him from Eight into the War Doctor. THE Doctor who famously acted outside the name of the Doctor.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! If I thought this was simply a coincidence I wouldn't make this into a post. No. Who wrote Night of the Doctor? That's right, Steven Moffat did. Steven Moffat, the same man who worked many Sherlock references into Doctor Who because he was also writing for BBC's Sherlock. But hold on a moment. What's another show he's written and worked on?

I DON'T THINK THIS IS A COINCIDENCE! Nay, I believe this to be a parallel!!!!!!! The TV Movie gave us parallels between Eight and Frankenstein, Night of the Doctor gave us parallels between Eight and Dr. Jekyll, and BOTH gave us parallels between Eight and the flipping Bible.

[moghedien]

when I tell you I would commit federal crimes for Michiru's backstory from her pov....

[zeb-z]

bad and tina’s conversation today starting about what it truly means to be ‘okay’, and the importance of perspective. how people who are hurt one way can be okay another, or visa verca, how there are different kinds of ‘okay’, how those who are being asked if they’re okay can not know themselves that they’re not okay, because their sense of self or reality or perception of such can be warped. forever with the reality pills, for example.

bad, in that way that he does, feeling out if he can answer something honestly. asking roundabout questions and dodging those that he gets in return, until dropping the truth in a way that’s earth shattering, before pretending it’s a joke. only it isn’t a joke, it’s really a cry for help, he just can’t ever be straightforward about anything. not with himself, especially not with others.

he tells tina, finally, about what he’s been doing to himself. maybe because she wasn’t pressing to see if he’s okay, but pressing instead to see if he trusted her. and he’s been all about giving pieces of info to islanders lately to see if they’ve been trustworthy. this way he gets to ignore the fact that he’s not okay, gets to drop a truth bomb that is almost a cry for help, and trap tina with a secret so locked up it will definitely expose her as a traitor should it get out. outlandish enough he can pretend it’s a joke or lie to everyone else should push come to shove, because he’s ‘okay’ - of course he’s okay, why wouldn’t he be, it’s the eggs that aren’t okay.

but that’s the thing - being ‘okay’ is about perspective, and his has been terribly warped. he’s been color blind for weeks, he hardly looks at himself in the mirror, his sense of reality has been twisted due to sleep deprivation and grief.

their conversation ends with him, for the first time, acknowledging the fact that he is changing. finally taking tina literally, shocked that he’s physically turning blue. a shift in perspective. an admission, a self realization, however small, that he’s not as ‘okay’ as he thinks he is. he’s not okay at all.

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

SCOGUE-“Tember”

(2024/2025)

Day “9”; part 2 following Day “8”

After trying and failing to convince Kitty that nothing had happened in the woods between her and Scott, Rogue wound up spilling everything after the other girl would not cease her prodding.

How she and he were just chatting about upcoming christmas plans, or lack thereof in their case, when Scott suddenly pulled her against him.

How she had been startled by the sudden contact and almost flailed to either jump away or push him off out of reflex.

How after toppling onto the ground on top of him, how flustered she felt when it seemed like she could feel every muscle of his torso and arms pressing against her—deliriously recalling the moment of him dripping wet after returning with Jean from Duncan’s party, his T-shirt leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as he wrung his sweater—

How after the initial shock somehow brought Sabertooth’s instincts to the forefront and she had just barely managed to restrain herself from cuddling and sniffing him like a cat.

How he had said he was “pretty good” but was initially too rattled to get the words out, making her mistake him as telling her she was the one who was…reminding her the first time when he called her an…well, more specifically, read out the lines that called her—no, her character as -!

Kitty had interrupted. Lines? Character??

…then before Rogue knew it, everything else had spilled out before she could stop herself…

How the blasted study session they were paired in involved reading Shakespeare, and the way he said his lines nearly caused her heart to do a 180 degree turn, almost confiding herself to the boy who was still supposed to be her enemy…

How she secretly craved his friendship as well as that of the other X-Men…even when she was fuming with resentment after Principal Dark-! er, Mystique, further gaslit her into thinking they could never be friends, almost…

…..Rogue had hesitated…then finished confessing how she nearly went through with taking advantage of having the higher ground in their snowmobile race to…hurt Scott.

Kitty’s eyes had widened, but she had remained glued onto the edge of Rogue’s bed, what was left of her ice cream forgotten in her pint as she held on every word Rogue shared.

“And then?” was all she asked in response.

And then the dam had broke, Rogue spilling out more as the tears came.

How despite everything she did up to that point, Scott STILL wanted to be her friend, how it took Mystique attempting to…for Rogue to finally…

The rest of it all came out in chaotic torrents.

How Scott immediately accepted her despite nearly falling to his death thanks to her. Protecting her and getting injured in the process. Comforting her when she was upset about the whole situation and revelation.

How excited he had been to officially welcome her into the team despite still recovering from his injuries.

How accommodating he had tried to be to help her ease into the friendship group and get used to the rules.

How her increasing, confused thoughts about him were not being helped by the small bouquet of red roses she found out he gave her after she and Kitty performed in the school’s Dracula-themed musical amidst the other bouquets the Ororo and the others gave them.

How despite how frustrating he had been trying to push them to compete with the Brotherhood during their brief tenure at the summer camp, she had such a hard time ungluing her eyes from what his surprisingly skimpy tank top failed to cover—Kitty needed a moment to recover from simultaneously squeeing and cackling at that.

How alarmed she was when Jean, Logan, and Professor X chose to LEAVE Scott and his brother on Asteroid M.

How worried she had been after the whole aforementioned debacle took place for him because 1) he had found his brother but had been manipulated by Magneto into altering both his body and mind, 2) again, was nearly left behind on an asteroid that was close to EXPLODING because he wasn’t snapping out of the brainwashing fast enough for Jean and the Prof.—which, yes, Rogue tried to understand was supposed to be the best decision underneath the life or death circumstances, choosing to leave and save the majority that would come rather than risk their lives while waiting for the altered Cyclops and Havoc to sort themselves out…but………and then 3) both brothers nearly falling to their deaths after they came to themselves but a moment too late to jump onto the X-Jet, 4) using up who knew how much of their energy to destroy the asteroid and prevent it from crashing down to earth to the point that if they HADN’T been altered…they could have……and 5) how even after all of that, Scott’s own brother didn’t seem interested in fully reuniting with him, which Scott acted like was not a big deal and seemed to be like his old self, but she could see how more introverted and lonely he quietly was when he wasn’t playing his role as the responsible older student, friend, example and leader when left to his own devices.

How he began pushing himself more into training and studies both as an X-Man and as a student of Bayville High to the point where Rogue knows he’s exhausting himself far more than he is helping himself but she doesn’t know what to say or do because the positive results are outshining the negative ones and if any of their teachers have noticed they haven’t SAID anything and if they did they aren’t making him stop or slow down if he’s not listening to them.

How frustrating it was to see his affections for Jean blossom into an obvious crush…while Jean did and continued to do nothing to dissuade him as she continued to date her jerk of a boyfriend for whatever reason…

How Rogue tried not to resent Jean for her actions towards Scott, past and present, especially after taking a glimpse at Miss Popularity’s mind when trying to help her during her unexpected power surge and gaining a better understanding of her, her jealousy cooling down by significant degrees, but unable to accept Jean’s willfully ignoring Scott’s feelings without having the decency to discourage them.

How Rogue couldn’t bring herself to confront Scott and yell at him that if he hadn’t snapped out of his brainwashing quickly enough, Jean would have left him to DIE on Asteroid X even after she tried to give them the benefit of the doubt as the jet began to take off…

Because Jean was only doing what was best for the team at that moment, whereas Rogue…

“If Ah had known earlier enough that Scott and his brotha were still out of sorts,” she whispered into her knees, having pulled them up to her chin at some point during her rant, “Ah would’ve jumped outta my seat and the X-Jet ta find and bring’em to safety mahself… ‘cause after all he’d done ta help me, there would’ve been nothin’ on earth, in heaven, or in hell that would’ve stopped me from tryin’ ta save ‘im.”

She buried her face into her arms. “Not even the risk of doomin’ the rest of us…”

And if Scott had known that….Scott, who always put his needs last before the others?

Rogue didn’t need to tell Kitty which girl Scott would have respected more and which one he would have been disgusted by if he ever knew the truth of what she almost did.

“…gosh…” was all Kitty said in response. Rogue hiccuped while trying to hold back a bitter laugh. Great. All poor Kitty wanted was some fun girls’ talk about boys after finding out why Rogue was all moody and embarrassed, and this happened.

I ruin everything, Rogue thought miserably.

….After a long pause, Kitty cleared her throat. “Oh, gee, um, my throat’s all parched because of all the ice-cream, haha…hah…”

Rogue felt her gently nudge her side, and she looked up, ninety-eight percent sure her waterproof makeup was destroyed by her crying.

Kitty gave her an awkward, though genuine smile, “…so, like, wanna come with me so we can get some water?”

“…*sniff*…”

Rogue nodded.

As they both crept out their room and into the dark hallway, taking care for the door to not creak so they didn’t accidentally awaken anyone, the shorter girl gave the goth one’s covered arm a squeeze.

“Whatever you decide to do with how you feel for Scott,” she whispered, blue eyes fiercely gazing at teary grey ones, “just know that I’ll have your back.”

Despite herself, Rogue smiled.

“Thanks, Kitty.” She whispered back. “Ah—”

“Rogue?”

Both girls whirled around.

Scott was there, halfway in his room. It wasn’t clear as to whether he was just entering or leaving from the state of his rumpled clothes, but he was up and awake nevertheless.

He gave a concerned frown at Rogue.

“Are you okay? What are you still doing up, and by yourself?” He whispered from his spot.

Rogue attempted to answer without stammering, then blinked.

By herself?

She turned to look at Kitty: gone.

Just the latter’s toes peeking out from the bottom of their door after phasing right back into their room.

….so much for having her back.

Rogue turned back to Scott, pretending to yawn into her elbow whilst furiously rubbing away the obvious mess her tears and runny nose left on her face as she whispered back, “Couldn’t sleep. You?”

Scott shook his head, closed his door behind him, and quietly joined her in her spot in the hallway. “I was going to get a glass of water.” He said softly, rubbing his neck. “Want to join me?”

After spending who knows how long bawling about him until her eyes were swollen like mini pufferfishes and her throat felt rougher than sandpaper, therefore feeling and looking much worse than when they were tangled in the pile of leaves?

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Rogue tried to force a casual laugh, “O-oh, thanks, Scott, but Ah—“

A pair of hands right behind her phased through her’s and Kitty’s door and smacked her shoulders meaningfully in the tall boy’s direction without drawing his attention.

“—ah’d love to!” The words fell out before she could stop them.

Scott smile was warm enough to make a Snow Queen’s heart melt into a puddle. “Great! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we’ll be back up before we get into more trouble.” he assured her. As if that was why she was nervous about being alone with him past midnight.

So, Rogue found herself following Scott towards the end of the hallway, taking a moment to throw a withering glare in the direction of her room without him noticing as they turned the corner.

Kitty, just her face phased out their door, merely grinned back.

[rookamell]

Oh... oh please ignore me oc posting again but what about Cora accidentally getting pregnant and she is absolutely Freaking Out about it and Lucanis is trying to calm her down like it's ok we'll keep the baby safe, we won't let the other houses touch them, they won't grow up like I did and nothing he's saying is working and she won't let him touch her to comfort her and eventually she just turns to him in hysterics and is like 'Lucanis what if they're a mage?"