#which is valid ngl

[cometblaster2070]

do you think ariana grande has zero fear of saying and doing whatever the fuck she wants during the wicked press tour like about glinda being gay and in love with elphaba and all because she knows that literally nothing will come close to the bad press she gets by simply being with ethan slater so she just goes fuck it, GELPHIE IS CANON EVERYONE GLINDA IS A FUCKING LESBIAN AND SHE'S GAY FOR THE WITCH.

[misariae]

finally got my ass to work on my draft for this novel again & ended up in the end of it & I am still laughing how they all behave in the final fight dsufheiwhfoew like achilla being full of rage & ready to go after felice after her betrayal, but then she sees ridvan running to attack the main antagonist (who has more magic & experience than any of them mind you) with just a knife & realizes that she can't leave her idiots to their own devices fjkdshfkjhf and lysander you might ask? absolutely mia bc he is useless in a fight 😭😂

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Angst fic where Solar Flare makes it his mission to protect KC from every Eclipse. Most Eclipses don't care enough about KC to start anything with him, which is great. 10/10 scenario

And then Lord Eclipse shows up and starts wreaking chaos. He's bored in his dimension, and he's starting his whole dimensional expansion plan. Solar Flare isn't dumb. He's seeing what Lord Eclipse can do, but he swore he'd protect KC at any cost

Even if that means there's a 98% chance that he doesn't make it out alive, himself

He's strategic about it, but anything he does is nothing in comparison to what Lord Eclipse is doing. It's like throwing pebbles at a dragon. Aka, not effective at all. Not unless he can get Lord Eclipse worked up enough to start acting irrationally and be more predictable

Solar Flare inevitably loses and is unable to protect KC, which forces KC into a position where he has to either fight for himself or die

[jomeimei421]

one day I will sit down and properly explain how YJH’s narrative is very fitting to be trans-coded, but this is the summary:

[adimouze]

i think daniel making jokes is a good sign tbh idk i feel like he would be very different if it was not a good thing

my love he's talking about drowning himself in the ice bath

[teddy-the-queer-wizard]

me: im gonna follow this person because they have interesting prompts and their niche interest will help diversify my feed

later: hmmmm my feed appears to be entirely vore now and its just this one singular person posting a lot

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Okay I’m thriving on all the Marie/Jordan posting, it is absolutely deserved, they’re amazing together, but I wish there was a little more love for Emma/Sam too because “I don’t remember you, but I do believe you” fucking broke me.

Imagine you’ve spent years questioning reality, surrounded by people who constantly remind you that you can’t believe your own eyes. You finally meet someone outside of that group and you’re convinced she’s a hallucination, except she passes your test, and she’s sweet, and she laughs at your jokes even though you have a really off-beat sense of humor, and she matches it, and you love her like you’ve never loved anyone. And she promises to stay with you after everyone else you’ve ever loved has abandoned you, whether intentionally or not. And then you start to freak out and you know your scaring her, because she’s seen you rip people apart with your bare hands, but she’s not running. She’s not even trying to make you calm down or be rational or stop. Instead she asks “How can I help you?” She wants to help you. And you run. And she saves you. She stops you from doing something you’ll regret. She’s the first one who’s done that without violating your mind.

And then she loses all her memories of you. She looks at you without an ounce of recognition, and you think you’ve lost her, even if you swear to get her her memories back. And you’re alone again, and you’re hallucinating. You’re hallucinating her. You can’t trust reality. You can’t trust yourself. You can’t believe what you see or hear or touch. Then she comes back again, but this time she’s real and you ask if she remembers you and she says no. “I don’t remember you, but I do believe you.”

I can’t even, okay, I’m losing my mind over here.

[danaris112]

I love Hope, don't get me wrong, but...

Why would he ever think that building the Proto fal'Cie was a good idea?

And look, I get he didn't want to give it the power to make humans into l'Cie, and he wanted to keep it under control, but still

The Academy's entire purpose is to create technology to ensure that they are able to live without the fal'Cie. Not to mention that Hope knew what it was like to live under fal'Cie rule and to be chained to a Focus, but I guess he just forgot about that?

Or he didn't predict that he would be murdered by the artificial intelligence he created. Which is kind of fair, I guess

Basically, Hope had a momentary lapse of judgment that made it so that humanity was enslaved by the fal'Cie again. And Serah was completely right in screaming at him for that

[butteredfrogs]

vent in tags

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[eyrieofsynapses]

person: hey listen up. what if Sherlock Holmes were, you know, queer--

me: *sitting forward* I'm listening (actually I was on the same page years ago)

person: right! SO what if Sherlock and Watson were gay--

me: ...you've lost me.

so anyway. anyone with aroace Sherlock and/or queerplatonic Sherlock & Watson takes, hmu, everyone else go home. you're valid and ily, you're great, but also: idc

[friendsdontlieokay]

"Right out of the gate like I'm super confident you know, but I'm also like an idiot, which is just- I mean it's a brutal combination"

My man didn't lie when he said this, trust me! He shares one sweet moment with his ex-girlfriend and tries to impress her by quoting Sherlock Holmes? I mean nice choice ngl, but can you at least please do that right Harrington? What made you think you'd be able to quote a quote you just heard- Oh you know what? Nvm, I just remembered you're confidently an idiot. You didn't leave her speechless cause she was impressed, she was left speechless because you confused the hell out of her!

Just look at how confused she looks already

[v4mpyinred]

The fun thing about liking a rarepair ship is that the community is small enough where everyone knows of each other and it's really fun!!

I love posting about akijun and waiting for the like 5 other people who ship them + my 2 akijun shipping friends to like the posts LMAO

[tolerateit]

i try my best to stay away from any negativity on the internet but sometimes it happens that i read a couple of comments and god.... the hate taylor gets has no limits and i know it isn't a rare case but with the age of the internet it's on a very huge scale.

and i know extreme fame brings extreme hate, but honestly if i was taylor and happened, by any means, to read the amount of vile things people write about me, I'll never leave my house. and I'm not talking about the constructive criticism, but the straight up bullying. yes she's a very powerful and rich person but why can't people understand that this doesn't numb the feelings we all are born with?

and at this point, it isn't at all about taylor but also about her. and by that i mean, people are so MAD that a woman has this amount of power and control and that millions of young women would just have her back no matter. that she doesn't fuck up publicly as much as people want her to.. that there are no clear evidence of her failure or her missteps. yes, she isn't perfect, yet people have not enough/actual/undoubtable "proof" she is a villain. and that's the MAIN reason they hate her this much.

the fact that her success is attributed to possibly anything except hardwork or talent...... i don't support everything taylor does but she's not the worst out there by any means and... she has great mental strength i honestly can't imagine accidentally coming across the vile shit i see written about her.

I think it has a lot to do with the need to categorize people as either 100% good or 100% bad. I think I said this before but as a long time swiftie, the speed at which her fame skyrocketed in the recent two years is very reminiscent of the 1989 era and it's lowkey anxiety inducing for me as a fan who has no personal stakes in her career/life, can't even imagine what it's like for her 😵‍💫

[skuntank]

This is extremely stupid and I recognize that but I think one of the things contributing a lot to my recent indicision in making art is that I'm in the mode of just pretty much wanting to focus on gaia and I'm feeling VERY guilty for not doing much phaesporia stuff. I still love phaesporia and just cynthia and diantha in general very very very very VERY dearly but I feel like I should be giving them more attention and as is the nature with ADHD, I unfortunately don't get to pick what my brain wants to focus on

So it's like. I wanna focus on gaia stuff, but I feel like I should be focusing on phaesporia stuff, but that's not what my brain wants to do right now, so I end up just feeling frustrated and unfulfilled creatively