#they WRECK me dude

[elysian-eclipse]

“where’s- where’s adam??” “i’m right here, i’m right here!!”

[lilislegacy]

everyone always says percy jackson’s theme song is “riptide” by vance joy. which i do love and it gives pjo nostalgia

but percy, as a human, gives much more “i love it” by icona pop and charlie xcx

because he has crashed his car many times, he is a 90s bitch, and he does in fact not care

*percy on his way to olympus to tell off zeus, insult ares, and have staring contests with his future mother in law*

[storge]

You scared me. I'm fine, Your Highness. I came back unscathed. When you go out in the future, you must bring enough guards with you. Don't go out alone. Got it.

Story of Kunning Palace (2023) 1.36

[lllostgirlll]

when i tell you that all i ever wanted out of a period drama is for them to show the modern day location at the end and seven kings must die did that

[llamahearted]

the best thing about a doll is, she can be anything you want her to be. prints ✩ songs on repeat

[frecklystars]

that's my ken 😭😭😭😭😭💝💝💘💖💖💘💝💕💕💕💕💕💕

[kedreeva]

i think the people getting bent out of shape over me personally choosing to not take payment for the tumblr dumpster fire item are very funny and a little tragic. you have my sincere and deepest condolences that you cannot fathom a creative endeavor sometimes being done just for the joy it brings. sometimes people (me) just don't want to personally monetize their fun constantly.

[theabbystabby]

So the Definitive Edition of LISA The Painful/Joyful just got announced and I remembered how this game utterly destroyed me for two full days... I just want Brad, Rando, and Buddy to be happy... They deserved better...

[doctorwhommm]

2 minutes into tales of the tardis: the time meddler and im already emotionally devastated!!!!!

“i’ve got my little sister back” STEVEN AND VICKI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

I headcanon Kaisa as being just slightly hypotensive. I’m thinking normal blood pressure around 11/7. Most importantly, I headcanon that occasionally it may drop and she knows, but doesn’t do anything about it.

So sometimes she’ll be in the library, and will be on her feet for too long, or maybe it’ll be too hot and she hasn’t let go of her cape, or maybe she even has been so caught up in her job that she hasn’t eaten or drink water in three hours. And she’ll begin sweating, and ignore it. Then she’ll feel lightheaded, and think it’s fine. And then her eyesight will get hazy, and she’ll think ‘nah, I can take it’. Then her hearing will sizzle and her mind will spin and she’ll still do nothing. And if someone’s nearby they’ll begin noticing she’s pale and unresponsive, and that’s because she’s trying to not fall down and wondering why she’s seeing dark spots. But mostly, that probably happens when she’s alone, so when she refuses to sit down and drink water/eat/lie down, she’ll just faint for a bit (on the hardwood floor. Ouch.) and get back within a couple of seconds (and just go about her day like nothing happened)

Anyway the place I’m trying to get to is: imagine Kaisa is hanging out with the Hilda gang for some reason, and at some point they notice the blood draining from her face and her eyes going unfocused and then she just drops unconscious on the floor with no prior warning. Imagine the chaos. Imagine Hilda about to slap her and being held back by David while Frida tries to remember the cpr training they had in the Sparrow Scouts. Imagine Kaisa waking back up suddenly and scaring the living shit out of them

Kaisa already has such undead vampire vibes, I just think that’d be hilarious 😭😭

[swweatervvest]

SPOILERS

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN ???

JESUS CYNTHIA REPRESSED HOMOPHOBIA SUITS YOU AS WELL AS THAT HORRIBLE DRESS 😫😫👎🏽

AND THAT WAS SO RUUUUDE TO LYDIA ??

SHY GUY DOESN'T DESERVE THIS D:<

[aliceofclover125]

FINALLY we know what the fuck goes down after NieR Automata ending E

Took all my willpower not to sob lmao

[risingsunresistance]

if i'm being completely honest, watching these streams lately has been a bit harder than i expected bc i cant help but think "damn. techno could be playing on this rn. i wonder if they would have invited him. if he would have joined. what he'd be doing"

i'd like to go rewatch one of his videos but every time i do i think about all the updates since his death and i just think about how much he's missed,,, i hate the passage of time i hate that he didn't get to see this stuff. would he even like these updates? no idea. realistically probably not. but i wanna hear him ramble about it anyways :(

[appleciders]

Warrior Nun (any characters) "I'll stay with you."

Ava doesn't recognize the time period immediately. Cars trundle down the street in front of her, mostly old, beat up sedans with skinny, flat hoods and square backs. She's sitting on the worn steps of - she cranes her neck to look behind her - a big, sand-colored building with columns, like eight grooved, imposing columns inset into the front.

A few people walk by on the sidewalk, and she stares at them, trying to gather details. She catches a smattering of Spanish from the first group, which, ironically, puts the final nail in the "not in Spain anymore" coffin - she's never heard a Spaniard say "chambear," and their eses touch the roofs of their mouths. They wear dark, baggy jeans underneath thick, worn coats and windbreakers with the collars flipped up. And no wonder - an icy, biting wind sprays like divinium shrapnel (it's not too soon if Ava says it herself) across her skin.

The second cluster of people she turns her eyes on don't seem to appreciate it, though, even when she offers them a big smile. Right. Ava, manners. Ava, you're wearing a ratty black combat suit still crusted with your own blood. Ava, you're a crazy-looking white girl sitting on the steps of a criminal courthouse in a neighborhood where crazy-looking white girls seem to be in short supply.

She didn't have time on her last stop, but this time, she really needs to go thrift shopping in a lost and found or something.

Getting to her feet, she starts to descend the stairs. A burst of heat along her spine stops her. She turns back toward the building, and the Halo hums.

Sure, yeah. Why not?

She finishes walking down the steps and walks up to the side of the building, quickly pressing herself against the stone and phasing through it. Once inside, she ducks against wall of a hallway to dodge a group of suit-wearing professionals, speaking legalese in American accents.

She glances at the door that she'd braced herself against.

"ORDER OF THE COURT, JUNE 10TH, 1998" it reads.

Damnnn. Ava's never been alive for the nineties before. She would've expected some more Fresh Prince of Bel Air type vibe - vibrant color block shirts, cool haircuts - and maybe an MTV camera crew or two.

This dark, imposing courthouse, which smells like a public building and the despair of the American criminal injustice system, is kind of a bummer.

But then again, Ava's never been alive in the nineties before! She's alive in the nineties! Holy shit, Beatrice are you seeing this?

Beatrice is not seeing this.

Okay, next thought! Time for a next thought.

The Halo nudges her attention down the hallway. She follows, trying to be as stealthy as a nun. Finally, she comes to an empty dead end, with a window that looks over the…jail yard? (Fucking hell, abolition now.) A little girl sits on a bench against the wall, her hands balled and her cheeks wet.

She looks about eight. Her hair has been straightened within an inch of its life, adorned with a bow that seems like it was meant to make her look younger. She wears a blouse and a pinafore dress, neither of which quite fit her properly.

"Hey," Ava says, because she has never, not in all her years of orphanage life nor in her current stint as a resurrected divinely-endowed loose canon, been able to ignore a crying child.

The kid looks up, and it's like Ava's been hit in the stomach.

Maybe she'd been willfully ignoring the hints, maybe everything she's seen so far should have pointed her to this, but-

But it's Mary.

"Who the fuck are you?" the little girl asks, her tone an attempt at tough, as she reaches up to scrub at her cheeks.

"I'm Ava," Ava says. She opens her mouth to say something else, to fall back on her usual good-with-kid ease, but nothing comes out.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You just…you remind me of my friend."

"Your friend?"

"Yeah." She swallows. "She died."

Mary - who doesn't yet go by Mary, who won't be Mary for another decade at least - cuts her eyes at her, then down at the floor.

"Can I sit down?" Ava asks. "They told me to wait here."

Mary hesitates for a moment. Then she nods.

Ava sits.

"That's what they told me, too," Mary says, still speaking to the floor. "Until my social worker comes."

"I hate social workers," Ava commiserates. It's not universally true - not all of hers were terrible, most were just overworked - but she gambles based on Mary's tone.

Mary snorts, then looks at her in surprise. "You do?"

"Oh, yeah. I had this one, and - okay, so I was hurt back then, so I had to be in like a hospital bed, right?"

Mary nods.

"And she would crouch down-" Ava shifts off the bench and onto her haunches to demonstrate- "and talk in my ear like this." She puts on an exaggerated baby voice.

"For real?"

"For real. I wanted to headbutt her."

Mary grins, small.

Ava returns to her seat next to her. The two of them sit there, side by side, looking at the scuffed-up wall.

"My dad's dead, too," Mary says, after a long pause.

Ava blinks. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." There's a shell-shock to her face, the cracked, honest tone of repetition. "He was gonna kill my mama, so my mama killed him."

Ava knows this - Ava heard this in a cave in the Andalusian hills, the flickering fire tightening her cheeks. It hurts worse, now. She nods.

"I told them that," Mary says. There's a wetness in her voice, on the ocean border between grief and rage. "I told them that, in there, but-" She breaks off. Fresh tears stream down her face.

"They didn't believe you?"

"They're gonna send her away. To prison. Like Cornell's dad and Uncle Erdley."

"Hey," Ava says. She holds open her arm. Mary eyes it, eyes her, tears glittering against her waterline, and then buries her face in Ava's chest.

"They didn't believe me," she cries. She shakes her head. "They didn't. No. No."

Ava rubs her thumb against her small, hot back.

"Why did I lie, why did- it's my fault."

"Hey, no, M-" She swallows ary. "It's not your fault."

"They-" She gasps. "They said I was a liar. They brought up every bad thing I've done - I've been bad, if I hadn't been bad they would've believed me."

"No, dude, no." Ava shakes her head. She remembers being this girl's age in a hospital bed, the blade of Frances's cruelty pressing down on her, unable to move and with no one else who believed what she said - she remembers being nineteen and on the floor of Cat's Cradle, swearing again and again that she didn't kill herself. "That's not how it works."

"But, but-"

"They wanted to send your mom to prison. They didn't care about the truth, or if she was innocent. They decided before you walked into that room. It's awful and it's not fair and none of it, none of it, is your fault."

"I wanted them to believe me."

"I know." She sighs, breathes in the smell of young Mary's dollar store laundry detergent. "I know. But listen." She pulls back a bit. "You listening?"

Mary nods, looking at her. She's a mess in the face - Ava hopes that as useless as this social worker is, she brings wipes.

"I believe you. I believe you are telling the truth."

"But I don't know you."

"You don't. But I listened to what you said, and I believe you. Because what all of them think? That has nothing to do with anything you said, or did. You told me the truth, and I believe you."

Mary's lip trembles. "I want her to come home."

"Yeah," Ava says. She hugs her again. She presses her eyes closed.

Mary cries. "It hurts."

"I hear you," Ava says, though she could say, I know, though she could say, I want my mom to come home, too. Ava's not the only one with scars. She cares enough to listen. "I'm sorry."

After minutes of more tears, a few passing paralegals that Ava glares at, Mary's breathing evens out.

"You smell weird," she says, rough voiced.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh." Mary nods. "What are you wearing?"

"I wear this when I protect people." She drops her voice. "Don't tell anybody, but I'm kind of a badass."

"A badass? But you're goofy."

Ava laughs. "Hey!" she sobers. "Yeah, I guess I am, huh."

Mary nods again.

"Well, I'm still a badass. But can I tell you something else?"

"Mm-hm."

"I'm not as badass as you."

"Badass." Mary says it softly, trying it out.

"Badass," Ava agrees, and she lets go, and the two of them sit side by side once more.

"I know they might call you in, but will you wait? Until my social worker gets here?"

Yeah," Ava promises. "I'll stay with you."

[thyandrawrites]

But you're definitely the kind of vulgar trash who would pry into someone's private medical record and justify that as a "background check" lmao

Adding this to the ever-growing list of crimes he should be put in a non-soccer jail for 📝

[thenatco]

Team green supporters seem to think that an illegitimate son potentially inheriting the iron throne would be the worse thing ever. No, my good people. A narcissistic, raping asshole inheriting. That's worse.