#since I mention him

[lords-of-fortune]

I really wish the Circle Mage had the option at some point to straight up say "fuck you" to Irving's face.

Like just. Fuck you for caring more about making sure the chantry was blamed for Jowan and Lily's "dalliance" or w/e than about Jowan's fucking life. AND more about that than Amell/Surana's life because they still take a big chunk of the blame even if they narc on Jowan. These are people who are under your care. They did not choose to be there. Fuck you for allowing them to be driven to desperation to the point where they are forced to put their own lives in danger for a taste of freedom. Like obviously the Templars are also to blame but you do kind of get to bitch at Greagoir in a way you don't get to at Irving.

[aye-aye-captain]

💚🖤💖🧡 :D

Hey anon! I'm going to assume this is targeted towards the Terror fandom ✌🏻 if you were thinking about the Hornblower let me know, I'm happy to answer about that fandom too!

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

Tbh, I haven't yet come across a theory I don't agree with. Probably because it's based on a true story or maybe because I don't read enough of text posts. Sorry!!❤️✌🏻

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

This is a hard question. My favourite character is most definitely Francis, and the opinions around him are all pretty similar, and I do agree with them. So I'm  going to move on on his polar opposite - Hickey. Now. He's evil, a manipulative bastard, dumbass, etc. I've seen all of that about him. And it's  the truth. However, somewhere deep inside, I DO still feel sorry for him. He says at one point that he's been "abused" before (I think it was during the flogging scene). Also, in the book this scene is a bit more horrifying. In the book two other men are flogged too and they are restored to a sobbing mess, both of them "unmaned", while he stays completely silent. Now, is that silence a product of him being the bigger man or of him being used to the pain? It might be the other. At least it seemed like that to me. Moreover, I kept thinking about the fact that we never find out his actual name. He doesn't say it, not even in the end, when all is lost. Does he himself also think that his true identity doesn't matter? He takes the journey to "experience something" , "get away",and all of that makes me think that the actual man, which he used to be behind this evil mask, is a deeply hurt and forgotten human being who didn't  know how to deal with pain except becoming it himself. I hope this makes some sense.

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

Oh damn. Franklin maybe? I think that deep inside he actually KNEW Francis was right and that he wasn't actually "stupid", it was just that his ego couldn't allow it. 

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

I don't think that this is that unpopular but more book scenes would have been nice.

[ciderjacks]

dad issues

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(I think they were all fundamentally affected by what they saw and just collectively decided not to share the upsetting details)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

[a-pastel-edgelord]

You are the closest thing Atsumu's ever had to a best friend, Osamu knows. His brother's faults were often so visible to other kids that it drove them away. Not you though. You simply laughed and called Atsumu a jerk. The rest is history.

Osamu watches from his place on the bench as Atsumu sets up for a spike serve, six steps, the toss, the jump and--

"Don't fuck it up!" Your voice jeers.

Atsumu misses, spectacularly. The ball ricochets off the back wall with a stellar thwump that rings a brief silence into the gym. Osamu sees his brother spin around, a vein in his neck throbbing as he starts to unload on you.

"YOU MOTHERF—"

"Imagine not getting the service ace because the opposite team heckles you!" You cut him off with a jovial smile. "How lame would that be?"

"YOU SCRUB! GET OVER HERE. I'LL KILL YA!"

And off the two of you go, shrieking insults at each other. Osamu makes no move to get out of his seat. Not for the first time, he considers how this strange game of tag could be its own spectator sport. Suna sits next to him, the middle blocker's eyes flitting to the current source of entertainment.

"Not gonna record this shit?"

"No, s'not nearly as entertaining as watching the two of you beat up on each other." Atsumu manages to trap you in a headlock, driving his knuckles into your scalp for a noogie as you kick at his legs. "How long have they been together anyhow?" The question is asked so flippantly, Osamu almost misses it.

"Hah? They're not datin', Suna." That's right. The two of you aren't dating. Not once had Atsumu ever expressed that kind of interest in you, and the same seems to be true in reverse. No longing stares. No pining.

"That so? Could have sworn they were." Suna glances over, his usual apathetic expression almost perfectly in place. However, Rintaro Suna is the closest thing Osamu has to a best friend.

Osamu's mouth goes dry. "Drop it, Sunarin."

Suna holds his stare for another beat before turning away. "You deserve to have what you want, Samu."

"I mean it."

"So do I."

Osamu fights to keep his face in check, fights to restrain himself like always. To hold back just enough so that he doesn't lose his temper. It should be easier by now, to suffer the pointed remarks Suna makes with grace. However, Suna had been the one to witness the smallest of exchanges between Osamu and you. And then, the motherfucker had managed to put two and two together. So here Osamu sits, watching his brother horseplay with you.

You. The one person he could trust Atsumu with, the one person who would be so good for him to fall for... is the same person who crashed through Osamu's walls and took a seat within the inner sanctum of his affections.

Osamu Miya is in love with his brother's best friend and Atsumu would never forgive him for it if he found out.

[starwarjotta]

Day 3 - cloak thankfully Obi-Wan's robe cloak is big enough to wrap around a certain Commander who might've been tossed into the freezing river during a mission oh and when there's a chance to make something even more Codywan? ofc I'll do it, here's a bonus

it was a long mission, okay

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[ryssbelle]

Had a silly dream where JD and Floyd came back to the troll tree before the last trollstice but after singing killed their grandma and decided to doodle and expand upon it a bit

Clay never left the tree but was too scared to return to the families pod since he didn’t want things to go back to how they were before, he did try to find his brothers during the escape but got separated by the cave in.

John Dory was the one to find Clay and see him get caught by the cave in, when he came out of the tunnel without Clay and holding his wristband they all just assumed he was dead. Even so JD still searches for Clay with the hope that he might’ve escaped and is alive out there.

They know Bruce is alive but after JD got the post card he assumed Bruce didn’t want to be found

Some more doodles that kind of show their dynamic

Also-

JD always brings home souvenirs for the brothers both as an apology for being gone for so long and also because of this:

[catharusustulatus]

I just love how Steve Harrington was supposed to be killed off after a couple of episodes but Joe Keery was so charming and so likable they rewrote the whole season and show to keep him alive like he really Darren Criss’d it. He is that bitch. He gave the Duffers the ol razzle dazzle and now he IS the show for most normies. My uncle who has never watched ST and doesn’t even have Netflix loves Steve on vibes alone. The people’s prince.

[dreamaruu]

Hello RvBGTBQ+ community

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for an incredible 500 days of love and support. I offer you: answers to questions that no one has asked.

(As always, more can be found in the tags <3)

[skunkes]

[yudol-skorbi]

assholes

[glitterbuns]

Little TOTK!Zelink details for all you fic writers and general BOTW/TOTK Zelink enjoyers:

After being attacked by KEESE, Zelda worries and checks that Link's not harmed

Zelda disguises herself to visit Lurelin Village and visits Lover's pond every evening at the same time. It's so meaningful for her, that she paints it

Link's old tie in Zelda's secret studio (why is it there?)

The Royal guard's beret behind the changing screen in Zelda's old room (why is it THERE? No boring answers allowed)

The Hateno house has the table set for two

All the parallels between Rauru+Sonia and Link+Zelda

Hands, hands, hands

The Light Dragon scales are described as "oddly familiar" (🌚)

Zelda makes Link a new tunic, and for the first upgrade you need some Light Dragon's scales to upgrade it (doesn't it remind you of a certain Zora tradition?) + Silent Princesses (Zelda's favourite flowers)

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There's also the fact that they're always together; he's now her chosen protector, instead of appointed knight; their trust in each other, and how in tune they're with each other... But those are spoken about more often, I believe

[ruporas]

special operatives (silly interaction beneath read more)

[ID: Digital Art in color of Trigun Maximum, characters included are Wolfwood, Elendira, and Legato in a casual meeting situation. The piece consists of orangey yellow lighting and purple shadows. Wolfwood sits on the left side, facing Elendira who’s on the right. He’s seated on a plain wooden chair with one knee up and he’s holding the strap to his Punisher in his left hand while his right sits against his thigh, He has an irritated expression as he speaks to Elendira. Elendira is sitting in a fancier seat, her right arm rests against Wolfwood’s propped up knee, her left hand holds her suitcase. She’s sitting cross legged with an amused expression. Legato can be seen in the back at the center of the image in his mobile body case, one of his eyes shown to be glaring at Wolfwood. End ID]

[ID: Sketch, uncolored comic. Elendira says to Wolfwood, “I’m not telling you to dedicate yourself to him, but just accept the situation at hand. We could get along better if we were on the same page.” Wolfwood responds, “Don’t peg me me for an optimist. I’m not dumb. But, I’m also not going to just live in resignation. Plus, I don’t have any interest in getting along with ya.” Elendira coos, “Aw, you sure? I have a wonderful shoulder to cry on when the weak people you’re trying to protect eventually dies in the coming months. Though, I guess it’s fine. Someone like you might just die before then anyway...” She snickers in her hand while Wolfwood is speechless and just glares. Legato is faintly drawn in the back, glaring at Wolfwood, muttering “worthless” repetitively. End ID]