#that wouldn't be normal with anyone else

[isekyaaa]

I also absolutely love how Rozemyne's weirdo ways have infected her retainers. While certain attendants are treated with more respect due to their knowledge and skills, the idea of this treatment being based on status has no grounds. Not counting scholars, her attendants and knights are headed by a mednoble and laynoble. But more than that, I just adore how they get along despite it all. Sure, Hartmut may bully everyone, but they all respect each other and rely on each other. Every single one of them is important. That's not even mentioning the ways she's affected their thinking, actions, and ideas of respect to the point some have no issue arguing in front of royalty for the comfort of their lady.

[bumblingbabooshka]

There's a lot of Voy Crew & DS9 Crew crossovers for good reason but what about Voy Crew meets the TNG Crew so they can confuse and alarm them at every turn? Most Normal Crew Ever vs Most Fucked Up Weirdos Ever - let's go!

[lizardthelizard]

listen. LISTEN. I knoooowwwwwwwww that August has never been important enough for canon to ever bother expanding upon issues like this. I know, but...

In the pilot, we KNOW that Emma is lonely. We know this because she’s sat in her apartment, alone, celebrating her birthday by herself. It’s well established that Emma had no one she considered her family and has had extreme trouble connecting with people over the years (Neal, Lily and Ingrid as fleeting exceptions).

But August? Canon gives us NOTHING. We know almost NOTHING about his past in the Land Without Magic. We’re given the name of one (1) character (Isra) that he has a connection with (someone who is clearly not THAT important to him, as she’s never mentioned again ever) and that’s IT.

Emma stays in Storybrooke to begin with because of Henry, yes. But it’s not a particularly tough decision for her because, well...she has nothing to go back to anyway. And I can’t help but wonder how true that was for August as well? Like....??? did he bother to contact ANYONE when he thought he was dying???

August is a genuinely intelligent and charismatic character (albeit, a little obnoxious). I have no doubt that he has made friends + friendly acquaintances over the years. But close friends? People he can open up to about his past with and who won’t think he’s losing his mind? HIGHLY doubtful.

I know that the show didn’t really explore their friendship very much or expand on it in any meaningful way, but Emma and August’s relationship is sooooooooooo *chef’s kiss* to me. Yeah, they have genuine chemistry and a fun dynamic, yeah the ‘I can always tell when someone is lying to me’ character interacting with a character that is literally Pinocchio is funny af and surprisingly poetic. But also!!! These are two lonely, emotionally closed off characters that were essentially orphaned by their parents for 28 years that have both had shitty childhoods and have connected so genuinely with one another and I don’t know where I was even going with this but I love both of them so much and they both deserve this friendship and WHY WASN’T AUGUST AT EMMA’S WEDDING I’M STILL MAD ABOUT THIS OKAY

[kosmiccarma]

I'll add myself to the pool of ppl who (might delusionally) believe gojo ain't dead dead

[measureyourlifeincake]

I don't understand why john says arthurs name so much

like, do you think he's gonna get confused and think you're talking to someone else? you're literally in his head! if you are saying words, there is literally (at this point) a 100% chance you are talking to him!

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

[humblemediagenius]

I genuinely think the mental illness is affecting me no longer in the fun quirky silly way

[celestialwife]

sometimes i just think about poe and it's like. i can't believe you mean this much to me? literally ahead of tfa i just kept scoffing at the descriptions of him, completely expected to be benevolently annoyed with him or meh at best and didn't understand why everyone went off abt how oscar was attractive (like i could tell objectively, but it's rare that i find someone subjectively attractive on a deep level), and then i just. saw poe for the first time on screen in theaters and that was it. instant attraction, and then a few minutes later realizing that oh, no i'm genuinely in love with this man. instant ride or die, we just clicked. i got him on a deeply intimate level just from those few minutes of screentime he has in the movie, that nothing about him following that ever surprised me? just. yeah that's him this makes sense.

and i remember writing what was absolutely self-insert masquerading as canon where r.ey was his best friend and i genuinely meant for it to be platonic but i kept accidentally writing a little bit something more and i genuinely think looking back on it that i probably had a crush and a squish on poe? and he may have started queerplatonic, leaning on alterous (if i'm understanding the term right). like it wasn't straight platonic because i genuinely had/have such a crush on him but it definitely wasn't straight romantic at the time either (and i still have moments where i'm like. yeah i'm definitely feeling qp feelings for him and not romantic ones). and then sometime in 2017, something I guess shifted and I wrote in an oc into that same fic who had a history with him and they both still had feelings for each other and they kissed at the end of the story but didn't wind up with each other, and then i started reading reader fic for him that same year and was like. oh I actually don't mind the idea of kissing him....i kinda wanna. and i also don't mind the idea of a relationship if it's with him, i even want it?

and like ofc things went sideways from there. i stopped reading fic bc my friend made fun of me for reading it and i felt like i was doing smth "wrong" and then the gaslighting of everyone hating him in t.lj when i didn't also severely impacted my ability to be able to enjoy him properly without trying to fold up my actual opinions to 'fit in' more and feeling anxious and not getting to enjoy it, but he was still such a cornerstone of comfort for me at the time. i even wrote my first reader fic in late 2018 to get some comfort from how awful things were in my personal life and it was of him. and then t.ros happened and the fandom got so toxic along w some friend stuff that my spin in poe almost broke (or so i thought), but like?? i spent the whole next year constantly drawn to things that reminded me of poe....read a book that was compared to the st and him a lot....bought a lot of orange things without thinking about it, developed a crush on a character that's like. basically poe with the serial numbers scratched off. all until i found my way back to him at the end of 2020 🥰 and after that i started embracing reader fic again and my romantic feelings for him and then lmao the physical/sexual attraction came in like a wrecking ball shortly thereafter which was New To Say The Least, but.

eeee i don't know i ended up gushing a lot about him but i just. sometimes i really think about the journey i've had with him, and how much good he's genuinely brought into my life. i get to feel all these emotions i never thought i would!! because of him!!! i get to explore new avenues that i wouldn't be interested in or comfortable in pursuing even mentally bc of him!!! he's helped me work through various triggers for my trauma bc they feel safe with him involved? and most importantly - i wouldn't know any of my lovely friends or partners if it wasn't for him? i stuck around in the fandom bc of poe, and that lead me right to my queerplatonic partners and family. i genuinely would not!! be the same person today if i had not fallen in love with that silly flyboy december 20th 2015!!! and isn't that just love in a nutshell?

[ehlnofay]

Summerfest Day 7 - PROFANE

There are two funeral pyres alight on the dark sand of the beach, and two silent mourners watching them burn.

It’s late in the day, the last sunset light seeping like oil on water from the sky in the west. In the east, all is dark. In between, the sky and the ocean mirror each other, a glowing clouded purple; it would be beautiful if it weren’t for the pits gouged into the ground, the towers of wood, the dimly shaped bodies in their silken cerements. The fires burn too bright to see them properly, but the loose end of the red shroud flickers, blown by the flames devouring it as though they are an evening breeze, and it’s a little sickening.

Caelestis supposes that the painstakingly built pyres, the fierce, leaping blaze, even the strongly scented smoke could be beautiful too.

It isn’t. Not to zem. Ze’s too close to see it.

The smoke spirals into the sky, grasping at the stars winking into being above. Caelestis wonders what it will find there. If they’ll find anything at all. Where do dead gods go?

No-one knows, yet. Not really.

Caelestis Vitellius (Nerevarine, Godkiller) stands shoulder-to-shoulder with the Last Living God, huddled in a dark cloak, bare feet sunk into the black sand. The two dead ones are turning to ash in front of them. Beginning to, at least; it’s a long process, Caelestis understands, especially in the open air, with the sea nearby. The pyres have only been lit for a little over an hour.

It’s been an uncomfortable hour. There is a chill in the wind blowing in from the sea and the fire is blisteringly hot. Vivec is silent, and despite his cool-voiced assurances Caelestis doesn’t feel quite welcome.

(After what ze did to them both – ze has no right to be here.)

There is another damp breeze rolling off the ocean. Ze feels it spreading over zir exposed skin like decay scrambling for purchase.

“I’m sorry,” ze says.

Vivec does not look away from the pyres. Ze does not blink. Standing straight-backed at hir side, Caelestis can see only the Chimer side of hir face, gilded livid-bright in the light of the flames. “Stop apologising.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Though it was, a little. Caelestis has apologised a lot in the last few days. When ze first arrived back, hir brother’s withered flesh sloughing from zir bones. When he asked what happened. Even earlier today, lifting what was left of Seht’s mingled, mangled remains onto the pyre. Ze is sorry – ze’s choking on it all – but, “I’m sorry for your loss, I mean.”

Vivec’s face doesn’t change. Caelestis doesn’t think he’s moved since they stood here. Ze’s not certain he’ll ever move again.

“And I yours,” they finally say, jewellery flashing in the firelight, and for a moment Caelestis feels their fingers pressing on the back of zir hand.

(It’s gone almost before ze can register it.)

The smoke keeps rising, reaching up into the fathomless sky.

“What do you want to do with the ashes?” Caelestis asks, watching it.

“I,” Vivec starts. He stops. It’s the first time ze’s heard him hesitate in speech, and now ze wants to apologise all over again. “I don’t know.”

Another gust of damp wind, and embers scatter over the sand at their feet.

Vivec says, “They can’t be interred as they deserve. Not without the Temple’s knowledge.” And the Temple can’t know. Not that only one of Three remains. Not what their hero, Vehk’s champion, Protector of Morrowind, had to do with it all. Not what their hero – Nerevarine, Incarnate, Godkiller – is now. “They must be laid to rest. But it cannot be public. It must be worthy of them. It must be tended after I have gone. I don’t know where would fit that description.”

The twin fires crackle.

The burning hasn’t gone on for long, but long enough; Caelestis’ impression of the bodies buried in flame grows ever weaker. Ze can’t do anything with ash – ze knows, ze’s visited the tombs dotting Morrowind. It’s a relief to feel them fading. Ze doesn’t want to desecrate their bodies again.

“Almalexia would want to be in Mournhold,” Vehk says.

“You could scatter the ashes in the Temple,” Caelestis offers. “They’d always be tended there, even if there was no name put to them.”

It’s not a good idea, but what is a good idea, under these circumstances? It’s the best ze has.

Vivec remains still, expressionless eyes fixed forward. “And when the people beg for aid, the gods they pray to will reply from the dust on the soles of their shoes.”

Caelestis looks at hir sharply. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

One of the logs shifts with a creak, sending a flurry of sparks into the air. When Caelestis blinks, the jagged pattern of cinders is burned into the backs of zir eyelids. Vivec repeats the only motion ze’s seen them make since the pyres started burning – a simple, smooth gesture, raising their hand with the fingers splayed as though they’re drawing up a puppet tied by string to their pointy knuckles – and the flames leap high, rejuvenated.

They say, “Ayem would have been better at this.”

The smoke stretches, eddying, above their heads, carrying on it the stench of something not unlike burning meat.

(Not quite like it. But definitely not unlike.)

“She would have known the best thing to do,” Vehk says. He amends, “Perhaps not by the time you met her, Caelestis. But once. It was always her way.”

Caelestis nods sombrely. “Mercy,” ze murmurs, eyes on the pyre.

“Mystery,” Vivec replies, an odd half-echo, and for the first time today ze turns to look Caelestis in the face. “And now Mastery is all that’s left.”

Ze can hardly say I’m sorry again, but what else is there to say? Ze looks back at hir, front strand of plaited hair falling in front of zir weak eye.

He smiles. (Almost, a wry twist of the lips, but it’s more than he’s given in a while.) “I knew it would end like this,” he confesses, casting another long look at the pyre. “I’ve known for a long time that it must end sadly. I just hoped I would not be the last.”

Caelestis wraps zir fingers around his wrist. “I’m sorry,” ze says, because what else is there to say?

Vivec looks back at the pyres, glowing gold silhouettes against the black of the ocean, and their face goes blank again.

“It is all very, very sad,” they say quietly, turning their arm so their fingertips can brush the back of Caelestis’ hand; and they both stand, enveloped by sea and sand and smoke, until the sun has risen again and the pyres are burned to bone and ash.

[roboromantic]

idk how prevalent this is in other parts of the US, much less the world so for context: There's usually a couple tables set up at the local Walmarts for Spectrum representatives to try and get you to sign up for for their internet service.

I've never really seen them move all that far from the tables but for whatever reason, today one of them decided to come all the way to the other end of the aisle to ask me who my ISP was. Normally I just say Spectrum and they're like "Cool! bye"

But this guy followed it up with "How's it been going for you?" and. *stares directly into the camera, which then cuts to a montage of my internet being Really slow and constantly cutting out for the past fucking week* "Bad"

[gurorori]

im so so sad i wish i could be an adult

[talentforlying]

sometimes i think about constantine's friendship with chas chandler for too long and end up shaking like a purse chihuahua.

[coffee-bat]

wait guys is it normal for cuticles/around-nail area to be always cracked/peeling and painful even if not actively bitten or am i diseased

[tvrningout-a]

me: it's fine, i'll just do a lil bullet point bio to give all the important details straight-away

me, a minute later and summoning all the spooky vibes i can muster: i'm gonna write a chapter-style bio once again and hope people read it <3

[youssefguedira]

like i do think that diabolik saying out loud to ginko that he's not alone is a Major Event™ for him because he's likely grown up alone, was (largely) alone after he killed king and ended up in clerville, has worked by himself ever since, we hear about a network of informers from diabolik-as-ginko but all we ever see is him, by himself, listening in to people's conversations using microphones, so it's not out of the question that said network is just something he mentions to build up the myth of himself as a kind of omniscient omnipotent force, and he's always distant with elisabeth like he's holding her at arm's length, he talks about leaving her some money and disappearing like it's a plan he's had for a while, like it's nothing to him, and you wonder how many times he might've done a similar thing before, and both times he gets caught in the movie if he had been really alone he most likely wouldn't have gotten out by himself, so it makes sense what ginko says to him, you'll lose because you're alone,

except he's not in the end, and even though he'd been the one to tell eva he didn't need anyone he's also the first one who admits that that's not true anymore - i'm not alone, he says, and i just think that's a Thing

[mrfoox]

Just remembered how after my autistic diagnose every offical person was so careful to approach me about it at first. I know that's probably standard bc not everyone will like those news or know how to handle it but I legit just had doctors go 'hey... So... Are you okay? How do you feel?' and I was like 'haha, nice, so I haven't just been faking/now I know why I'm so different'