#those boys need therapy

[imsodishy]

a great dynamic in harringrove is Steve who is a category 5 wasp and keeps his messy emotions on lock-down, especially in public, and Billy who is a raw nerve, has 10 feelings a second and cannot regulate a single one.

Neither one of them can identify what he’s feeling at any given time but in totally different ways.

[whoopssteddiefeels]

Why do you want me today? Is it because you think you're wonderful? Am I fun to play?

Why do you want me today? Is it because you think you’re wonderful Or is it because you think you’re worth less than nothing at all?

[birchlogz]

[biblicalhorror]

Aroace Riz real but also Fabian is SO clearly in love with him and Riz has no idea

[pencilofawesomeness]

Erza gripped the scepter hard enough to make her metal gloves creak. However, neither the hum of the magestone nor the act of using her strength to the fullest could placate her, and neither could it solve this matter.

“Jellal,” she said—slowly, carefully. Erza was positioned between him and the mirror, and she trusted her reflexes, but she still couldn’t help but to doubt her ability to stop him from escaping. Or, rather, from throwing his life away. “Let’s talk this through.”

Jellal chuckled dryly, without mirth. The bags under his eyes appeared darker in the light of the dorm courtyard. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know that the Arcane Response Unit won’t be persuaded. I’m going.”

“The Headmage is speaking to them now. This is all just a misunderstanding. We’ll work this out.”

Erza absolutely hated not being able to do more. Her respect for the ARU and the role they played in this world absolutely did not diminish that this whole situation was bullshit and Jellal was being wrongly scapegoated. It was unjust and plain wrong. If Erza thought that marching up to the captain (a second time) and demanding this bogus investigation to be dropped would work, then she would have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, even she knew that this could not be solved with violence—or with caving in. They had to stand their ground and play this right, and that meant keeping her dorm here while the Headmage worked her wits and magic. 

Surely, everyone else would see the reason she clearly saw—even when Jellal himself doubted it. 

Jellal was only eight when he came to the Queendom of Roses. Only eight when they met. He was a shy and awkward child, and he refused to talk about where he came from. That was alright though, because even Erza knew that it was sad. That was why he had been sent to Grandpa Rob. Erza had just been thrilled for another fae child to join Rob’s home for orphans, because it had meant that there was at least one other kid she could play with without fearing their fragility. 

He was her best friend, and he was a good man. Erza wouldn’t have made him her vice housewarden otherwise. Jellal helped people and he was kind and he was careful and conscious of those around him, and he sought peace and balance above all else. And people seriously thought Jellal, as a child no less, was somehow responsible for an attempt to overthrow the Kingdom of Heroes’ royal family. It was utterly absurd. 

It was even more absurd that Jellal was willing to accept it. 

“Erza, I have to go. I— I did do those things. I can’t continue to ignore it.”

He might have succeeded in making that declaration cold, but the crack in his voice belied his fear. Erza’s determination settled. She swore to protect the people of Heartslaybul, and to lead them down a victorious path. She would even protect them from themselves. 

“I am the Queen here,” she declared, throat tight. “My word is law. And I say you stay.”

Jellal shifted into a ready position—to fight, to flee. The movement alone cut her to her core. “Erza, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not worth it.”

Her heart cracked. She wondered if the Queen of Hearts ever felt this pain, her desire to protect her people a visceral and painful thing. Maybe that was why she sometimes appeared so violent in history—because she, too, swore to protect her loved ones from anything. 

The past few weeks she had had to watch Jellal suffer under this weight. She watched him try to convince her that he wasn’t who she knew he was. It hurt to even consider. It hurt worse that he thought so little of himself, and little of her for not believing that she would trust him. 

Erza would not be easily swayed. Not even by him. She reached into her Inventory and she grabbed a long, weighty lance. 

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Jellal lunged. His magic mastery was always an impressive thing, and he could boost his very movement. However, her reflexes were not to be trifled with either—and, she had planned for this. She knew him well, after all. 

“Now!” she shouted, and a flurry happened all at once. 

Erza employed Jellal’s own trick, hastening herself to meet his path and bodily block him with her lance. Behind her, several magic barriers were erected around the mirror, and Erza quickly added her own, for good measure. 

A vine wrapped around Jellal’s ankle, yanking him backwards and straight into Elfman’s bear-hold. 

The plan quickly fell apart though. With a potent burst of magic, Jellal ripped himself out of the hold. He levitated Elfman with ease and tossed him straight into Droy. 

“JELLAL!” 

Mirajane appeared in a fury, floating above him. Erza spotted the flash of guilt across his features right as the junior batted him downward with ice magic. 

“Stand down,” Erza ordered, a little desperate. 

But Jellal had his own share of determination, evident in the sweat gleaming on his too-pale face. “Don’t fight me on this.”

“Too late, man.” Jet, the only one arguably faster than Jellal thanks to his Unique Magic, swept Jellal off his feet right as he tried to get up. 

Mirajane met her eyes, and reluctantly, Erza nodded. 

“Soulbinder,” Mirajane chanted, and in seconds her UM manifested around Jellal, the dark tendrils physically rooting him to the ground and eating at his magic. It was a violent restraint, but it worked. Erza knew that any less Jellal would fight through. Not that he wasn’t making an attempt now. 

“Please,” she practically begged. “Don’t throw yourself away.”

Jellal tugged at the spell, a heaving breath making his exhaustion known. “You think I want to?” he whispered. 

In the silence that followed, the soft admission might as well have been a shout. 

“Do you think I want to go? To admit that any of that stuff happened? To— to accept the role I played?”

Erza swallowed. There was something dangerously shaky about his countenance. The strain in his voice was brittle, and her instincts whispered that something was about to snap. The air grew thick with that anticipation. “Jellal…”

“NO!” His shout was raw and hoarse, full of tears and anger and everything, that it startled Erza into silence. 

“I never wanted this! But I can’t change what happened. No amount of hoping and pretending will ever change it!”

The atmosphere shook. An ugly sort of magic began to fill the air. Erza realized it too late, when Jellal’s tears mixed with his sweat and turned black.

“It will never change that I was her pawn!”

[dani-phantoni]

I have determined the Danny Phantom to Batfam pipeline is a vertical freefall.

[snowyfrostshadows]

It's all fun and games until it isn't

[spacedace]

Alright so I know a lot of peeps aren't going to like my take here, but the thing to remember about Azula smiling at the Agni Kai between Zuko and Ozai is that we're shown Azula smiling only because that's how Iroh imagined her reacting.

Thr flashback we see is from Iroh's perspective, everything we see is what Iroh saw. Except that Iroh looked away when Ozai burned Zuko. He told us this and we say it in his flashback. Specifically he turned away from where Azula is standing next to him, so there's no way he could have seen her smile.

But we did see her smile in his flashback which, to me, means that her smiling while her brother got burned was just what Iroh imagined her to be doing at the time.

Now, I want it on record that I don't hate Iroh (I love him and his tea so much yall, i just think he's a lot more complex and interestingwhen you acknowledgehis character flaws) and I'm not saying that he purposefully lied to make Azula look bad either. I think it's simply a matter of how Iroh sees Azula, which pretty consistently has been shown he doesn't seem to like her very much. He favors Zuko, but I think Iroh - much like a lot of other people - see Ozai favoring Azula and think that his brother does so because Azula is like Ozai, and holds that belief against her. So much so that he can't see the child beneath the image projected on her (by herself and others) like he can with Zuko.

TL;DR: we have no idea what expression Azula really had during thr Agni Kai and are only seeing Iroh's skewed ideas of what she looked like in the scene.

[smallest-moon]

me finishing the last episode of trigun stampede:

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

what’s your favourite part about writing yorick?

I love how, like, internal a lot of his narrative is. He's so insightful, especially for a young boy/teenager, that it allows for him to pick up on a lot of stuff, & then just kind of filter it through a lense that allows for being a contratian little hater lmao. Like, it's just kind of really fun how up in his head writing his chapters allows me to get.

And, like, because he's so book smart & emotionally intelligent it allows for him to think he's so good at processing things & that he handles his emotions better than either of his siblings...but he doesn't. He's so bad at it, & he'll be aware of those fuckups & then convince himself that this was a one-off. And he has a decent understanding of the people around him, like he's incredibly aware & he does get at the root of a lot of motivations behind/between interactions with other people, but he has zero awareness that the amount of leeway/how charitable he is to someone is entirely dependent on how much he likes them at the moment. So it's just really enjoyable & fun to be like "here is how Yorick interprets Otto Hightower vs Vizzy vs Daemon vs Boremund Baratheon."

All the while he is walking the thin line between actual, useful introspection & navel gazing. That boy very much just steers me through bouts of description & impressions about others so so easily, & it's great.

[eatmacherries]

Just Hunter

[rubylarkspur22]

Ship Swap(💕)

Me: I need to switch these characters around for them to be in the other's place.

Characters in Question: *Must be placed in a crappy situation, which was caused by their counterparts' family being awful(iykyk)*

Also the Characters in Question: *Have happy, loving families who would never hurt them of their own free will*

Me: I don't wanna make these happy families awful! And the abusive pieces of crap don't deserve to be made nice.

The Gremlin in the Back of my Brain That Likes to See Sunshine Children Suffer and Feeds on Their Pain: K i d n a p

Me: Oh, god, YOU AGAIN?! Must you always make suggestions that lead to my sunshine children (especially Tanjirou) ending up dead, tortured, turned into an "enemy", or any combination thereof?!

Gremlin: Did I stutter? Let the children be kidnapped! Traumatize them, the one isn't going to emotionally stunt himself!

Me: *unimpressed*

[br1ghtestlight]

im allowed to infantalize my own characters btw thats how it works. but you aren't allowed to do that

[questioningmylifechoises]

I left the pjo fandom like a year ago but I think I might post fan things about them because idk seeing solangelo in the 2023 ships made me so so happy idk

[teahupooandgimli]

Mmmmm... couch

[fatedefy]

⦋ ‵ As long as you're up, you can help me plant these. ʹ ⦌  @greatgospell offers.   neji immediately hesitates to respond,    behavior uncharacteristic to his usual directness save for when his cool judgement was split.   on the one hand,   her affinity for gardening intrigued him;   the serenity it seemed to evoke called upon the quiet rage in his soul,   willing it to extinguish if only for the duration of a evening spent in the company of flowers.   on the other, a questioning of his worthiness for such a thing grounded in a deep understanding of his strength and weaknesses.    (   and, perhaps, the nascent yet fundamentally human fear of trying something new and not being good at it borne of innate perfectionism ᅳ though he would never admit as much.   )   his touch was ruinous,   could it truly cultivate life ?   he contemplates it further,   stuck in place until her jovial gaze, amused yet expectant, cuts through his analysis.   then neji's body seems to move on it's own accord,   taking him forward to kneel by her side before his mind had fully made up to do so.   despite the fact he felt far out of his depth,   he was resolved to try.    ‵    ... where ᅳ how should i start ?   ʹ 

the battle of the labyrinth starters     /     ACCEPTING.