#sometimes it hurts instead

[fernsnailz]

sorry these kinds of comments have been really pissing me off recently lol

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[palarien]

kabumisu doodles (´▽｀)

[mayhemspreadingguy]

[jakeperalta]

or maybe... hear me out.... there is in fact no villain because that's just how it works in life normally... and if you can recognise that emily is in fact a complex and flawed person who can act both lovingly and selfishly then that same logic also applies to rory who was literally just a 15-22 year old who messed up sometimes........

[difeisheng]

qiao wanmian and li xiangyi's relationship really is so important to me, because they're a study in how amatonormativity causes people to idealize one another and others to idealize the image of them together, until neither of them can bear the weight of those combined expectations. they're two people who loved each other but later realized that being in love perhaps meant something else, but it was too little too late at the time and there would have been no way to separate without hurt. but i'd also say that their ending is hopeful, in that they do manage to get closure, and although it gets cut short, they manage to restart a relationship as friends who know one another well. i don't know, it's just nice to see that there's a way through/around exhausting societal standards and the damage they've done, and the possibility to heal from it with others

[mixelation]

How often is Jigsaw, sorry Tori, trapping people in barrier death traps that slowly deplete on oxygen or boil the victim alive versus just getting people with the classic ‘Touch to instantly die’ seals. Is Tori a ninja serial killer?

see, from tori's POV, she's doing a bunch of things that feel like completely natural escalations. there's a ninja squatting on your farm and you'd feed her for a week if she got him to go away? it's okay, she can set up a barrier run on trees that will effectively last as long as the tree lives.... oh no, actually, there's now no way to let this guy go without risking him retaliating on her/other civilians and just going back to what he was doing. guess she'll leave him for dead? or maybe it's more merciful to kill this guy outright, except he's trapped in a barrier. well, she can make a vacuum inside by manipulating temperature, right? oh no, that didn't work? okay well here's a death seal you can use, enemy ninja, if you don't want to starve to death. she's going to workshop the vacuum seal now because it's bothering her it didn't work, don't mind her. oh you went for the death seal? cool, the people she's been staying with were starting to hint she should leave, and now she can use your pocket change to buy her own food and can move on assured that her nice hosts are safe :)

but then from the outside it looks like "she trapped him, spent a few days fucking around in front of him while he desperately tried to escape, until he killed himself and she was like 'oh well, free stuff!' and looted his corpse"

[krotiation]

"You can't ship rhack, it's toxic!!" Wrong, that's exactly why I ship it

[bythepen98]

Dramione ||💚❤️️

(8th year) How I view their dynamic

They grow to like each other after being forced to work together for a several month long project

They love to banter and are often seen spending time together in the library or walking hand-in-hand by the lake

smart Draco. Hermione enjoys researching and debating with him

They still fight ofc. It can be explosive

but they make sure not to leave it brewing for too long to affect their relationship

The type of couple who'll peck each other on the lips before storming off in separate directions after an argument lol

They hug each other extra hard once they make up, probably even cry a bit.

The whole school breathes a sigh of relief now that they don't have to deal with an irate Hermione and a sulky Draco patrolling the halls and taking away everyone's points for the littlest thing.

[little-de-vil]

As recompense for me taking forever to respond to @tumblingghosts, I offer you My Ficlet. This is my first time posting about my Silly OC Thoughts, I'm terrified so please be nice!

This takes place during the 73rd Hunger Games, the main characters in this fic are Cassia (Slip Name) "Harlow" (Home Name) Sophro, an 18 year old tribute reaped from District 2 and middle child to Vance (SN) "Hawk"(HN) Sophro, the Victor of the 44th Hunger Games and a historic one as the first of the Cutters, and Dardanius "Dani" Bollard, another 18 year old tribute from 2, but a Volunteer. He's originally from the south, but his family moved up north after a tragedy. He's what's called a Cutter by Blood, someone who still holds onto the Cutter traditions but works (or in this case, his father) as a Keeper. He's trained as a Career, whereas Cassia has been trained by various Victors, those from 2 and not. @thegreatmelodrama let me know if I did your baby Dani justice! She's also a Snow but that's a topic for another day!

Sand continues to trickle into the cave as the storm destroys the supplies at the nearby Cornucopia. What a rarity, for the whole lot of Career tributes to be cornered and beginning to starve. Starving softly, unlike the chronic harshness other district children are so used to. Like the pair from 3, who are tangled together in wires and sparks bleeding out from a corner most camera.

“Why can’t we just destroy each other?” Dardanius asks Harlow softly. 

The question throws her off and she’s been so focused on perfecting the nose of the stone version of her district partner that it takes a moment for his question to register. She is, however, certain that he’s broken his nose more than once.

Who is the “we”? The pair from 1? The lone boy tribute from 4? Certainly not the ones from 3, who no one can really tell why they’re still alive, let alone with the Pack.

Or does he mean himself and Harlow? Are they the “we”?

He must mean them. Because if the years of watching District 2 pairs reach victory has taught her anything, it’s that those from 2 are loyal to their community. Of masonry or military. And that it’s the worst part of watching The Games in District 2, how much the animosity grows amongst the crowd at even the slightest difference in trade or birthplace is put to question the chance of triumph as one tribute falls. 

But is the answer so simple? A mere difference in industry? In home? The Cutters: hewer and layer masons, quarry-folk, stone and crystal miners, blacksmiths. The Keepers: soldiers—the common grunt and almost unheard of 2 born general—, cadets in schools, Peacekeepers stationed throughout the country never to return for 20 years, the hundreds working in The Peak. The southern desert folk and their blunt nature, intrenched in tradition that mirrors what it was before. The northern mountain people and their river sweet ways, creating new rituals after living so close to their invaded neighbors. 

No, nothing as simple as that. Their mutual destruction is not an echo of past rivalries, but of present vows.

A small piece of granite crumbles under the light tap of her brother’s chisel, and she looks back to see that Dardanius’ stoney eyes match his own. “Because we both made promises that work against each other. You promised my brother that you’d protect me. And I promised my father that I wouldn’t become him. Those two don’t work well together.”

He nods, but his brow tightens in concentration, mind locked deep in thought. His voice is soft and filled with sadness or maybe remorse, unlike its usual deep, assured cadence, “So what will we do if it’s just us?”

She blinks, having not considered this point until this very moment. But something deep inside her quickly finds the answer, “I give you permission to kill me.” She says sternly, mirroring his typical tone.

That comment can’t be playing well with the audience. What sponsor would back a tribute so unwilling to see their own victory? Hasn’t the Capitol been so generous to give these poor tributes the opportunity to better their life? And her especially, who has grown up in the greatest Capitol family of them all her whole life? What joy comes from watching someone fight who will never want the crown?

But this must also be playing horrifically among the Cutters back home. Self-sacrifice isn’t a Keeper trait, but Cutters aren’t known to back down from a fight when it comes to dishonoring their people. By allowing even this possibility to happen, she’s just repeating the cycle of those loyal to the Capitol can claim victory, and those traitors are always bound to fall at their hands. 

But her father must be proud of her for lasting this long, for sticking with her partner, for still Saying her Stones? Was he proud of himself when he was in her position 29 years ago, or did that pride diminish once his partner crumbled in his arms and the trumpets of victory rang? She wonders if he will still be proud of his eldest daughter when she returns cold and lifeless, sprinkled with hard tact bread given to her by a joint sponsor of the Master Mason and Head Peacekeeper of 2, spread generously at the end by her partner. Or will he be filled with disdain and fury for defying his one wish to not become like him, like her cousin of the 66th, like her neighbors of the Village who practically raised her. Only time will tell, she supposes, to whose promise will be kept. Or if District 2 will have two tributes sprinkled with bread.

[f-imaginings]

Balancing full time emotionally taxing work, a social life, maintaining a healthy romantic relationship, household chores, and part time study alongside writing isn't easy but I am trying my very best. Three years of writers block was hard but now I'm finally overcoming it thanks to being in a supportive relationship and working on myself through doing trauma therapy.

[every-sanji]

[rubsjuice]

honestly this upd8 did more to make me hate vriska less than 2 years of people telling people who don't like vriska to die on twitter and an entire pesterquest route did

[everchased]

i just wanted to let you know that 'faerun's greatest grudge holder' made me laugh so hard i cried and then made my first ever paladin inspired by it

listen!! if ur vengeance paladin isn't at least a little petty what are you even doiiiinnggg

[vivitalks]

saw a post i disagreed with and was so brave about it (didn't reblog bc the poster had an opinion which was different than mine but equally valid so i made my own post instead)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! I'm sorry you had a bad week, hopefully this one will be better!! Could I have some Vampdrew? I love how different (close!) his relationships with his humans are! And Neil just smelling too delicious 👀! Thank you for sharing your work ily <3

WIP Wednesday (4/24) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 117)

Andrew pulls away immediately, feeling a thousand times better. He uses Nicky’s eyes as a mirror and sees he’s only got a bit of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth this time. He thumbs it away before saying, “I owe you.”

“If you pick up the popcorn explosion, we’ll be even,” Nicky mutters before slipping into his post-drink coma. Andrew rolls his eyes at the request but agrees to the terms. He’s picked up twenty-three pieces before Aaron unwisely opens his mouth.

“I’m starting to think we need to lock you in a bathroom for a while.” 

Andrew freezes for a second at that. And Nicky valiantly tries to sit up, the venom making it a bit difficult for him to get his voice working. “Don’t—”

“If you find a bathroom that can hold me, you can try.” Andrew challenges, looking Aaron in the eye. To prove his point, he zips around the room and picks up every piece of popcorn he sees— which is all of them, one hundred and nineteen to be exact. Then he pushes the bowl into Aaron’s hands.

His twin looks up at him, bewildered for a moment at his speed. “I’ll get to work on that.”

“Good luck.” Andrew wipes his hands on his jeans to remove the greasy feeling. “I have to go back to the court now. If you hear sirens… It’s probably me.”

“We’ll bust out the good pitchforks for you,” Aaron jokes. Then he takes a piece of popcorn from the bowl and Andrew doesn’t stop him from putting it in his mouth.

“Hey… That was… on the floor,” Nicky slurs, making Aaron grimace.

“Oh. Ew.” His face twists and Andrew cackles as he leaves, finally in a decent mood.