#and they proceed to argue

[loreleilarai]

This Au belongs to @starlightcloudbaby

I loved the concept of Moon and Sun being guardians of the forest. Always watching and guarding, I decided to make a short story about them.

Tw: Moon hunts the reader for sport as usual, nothing new. Also Moon hates doors and messes with electricity.

The reader may not be afraid of mythological beings, but he's definitely afraid of humans, you're more likely to get murdered by a human rather than something whose existence is questionable. At least you'll be afraid as long as you think Moon is human.

I made this quick before bed and Moon will haunt me in my dreams because of it.

(English is not my native language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes).

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Even if it was daytime, the clouds accumulated in such a way that the sun could not pass through it, the light was scarce even when it was noon, the wind shook violently the leaves of the trees, all the birds hide in their nests except a couple of rebels in search of food, the whole forest knew that a strong storm was approaching fast.

Thanks to the high ground a couple of gentians settled their roots between the soil and the cement under your kitchen window, in your old botanical garden you learned a lot about that plant; they usually bloom in areas with low temperatures, a place where there are few pollinators to help the plant reproduce, it could not self-pollinate so the pollen was the flower's treasure, it could not risk losing it to the wash of the rain so its petals were hermetically sealed. Leaving aside that wet flowers discourage pollinators even when the weather is favorable. Aside from washing away the pollen, rain also dilutes the nectar, reducing its energy content and thus reducing the reward obtained by any bee that will visit the flower.

That was enough to know of the impending rain when you barely stepped outside in the morning, curious about the strange circle of fungus you could make out when you peered through said window with a cup of coffee in hand.

The gentians had a scientific explanation, with years of research and the efforts of dozens of people behind them. An evolution necessary for adaptation. But the mushroom circle was something more... Complicated.

When you saw it you couldn't stop your mind from splitting into two sides.

On the logical side, it could be because a small nest of ants was in the center, devouring everything around it, but no matter how hard you looked at the soil, you did not find a single ant. Perhaps some animal, be it rabbit or something else, had made a nest in the past and left the soil inaccessible because of the amount of stones or the continuous wear and tear, but the grains were totally normal, there was no excess of stones and no lack of water. Perhaps there was something else that you did not take into account; it was impossible to have all the knowledge in the world. That they had appeared just like that could be something as simple as you hadn't paid enough attention to those little things that were no bigger than 10 cm.

On the other hand, this place was uninhabited enough for a fairy colony to make its home.

Maybe the fairies had done a dance under your window and unconsciously created a ring of mycelial fungi? As far as you knew, the more time passed the bigger the ring got, it wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. You could bring a tape measure and try to make a little hypothesis of how long ago it was, the last time you saw the tape measure it was on the shelves in your room from when you measured the trunk of a tree to find out its age-.

There is movement in the corner of your eye.

It's quick, slight, a fading yellow blur, you're standing staring at nothingness itself after taking a sharp turn.

There is a pause, the wind rustles the leaves and this time the birds are silent, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as if someone is watching you, as if there is more than just tension in the air.

You last a few eternal seconds, your gaze searching the air.

Maybe it's the paranoia of being away from civilization for a while with the only company of nature, but you don't feel alone.

You find your voice not long after.

"Is anyone there?"

No answer, you're not surprised either.

You shake your head and sigh, laughing at your delusions as the rain touches your face. That's your cue to leave.

"It must have just been the bad lighting."

Not wanting to get wet, you walk into the safety of your house even with the feeling of a stare burning the back of your neck. The mushroom circle would still be there in the morning.

[ . . . ]

"He could see me! He saw me! I don't know how, but he saw me!"

"There's no way he could have seen you, Sun. Humans never managed to see us. He's no exception. So why were you around his house?"

"... The sun was hidden, maybe my magic failed a bit because of that."

"Don't dodge my question."

"I was just curious what you would do when a storm approaches!"

"Of course humans would shelter from the rain, they're not that dumb, even wild animals have that instinct. And you know it well, he's not the first human in this forest."

"Yes, but not all humans have a book with the name, the location, the level of moisture in the air and the components of the soil when they find a flower.It seems nice!"

"Maybe it doesn't have the same behavior as the other humans, but you know better, it will go away just like all the ones before it. I'll make sure of that."

"You shouldn't go out, in the rain you won't be able to fly!"

"I don't need to fly to scare some humans away."

[ . . . ]

Thunder lights up the forest as night falls.

Everything is black outside the windows, and you are thankful for the existence of electricity when the banging of branches on your roof gets louder, you turn up the volume on the TV when the rain gets louder and you are unable to coherently listen to what is being spoken in a horror movie you found wandering through the channels.

Being alone, hours away from the nearest city, without the annoying noise of cars, with absolute darkness outside your house with a storm whose water drops sounded like stones being thrown towards your sweet home, with an interesting movie and a pack of cookies in hand is an experience you enjoy.

You stop enjoying it when you only have a millisecond when the lights go out before the television freezes in a character's horrified expression as he stands in front of the killer. Then there is absolute darkness.

You dart for your phone, your only source of light in the darkness currently. Luckily it was on a small bedside table next to the couch you were on, right at your fingertips.

The flashlight gives you some relief, but when you see the battery at 28% you curse yourself. No signal either.

You had some candles in the kitchen for just such cases, you use the flashlight so you don't crash into the furniture when another clap of thunder hits nearby. With the mission in mind the bag of cookies dangles from one hand while the other lights your way.

The way to the kitchen is short and quick, you're searching the countertops and drawers in desperation when you see 25%. The search is in vain.

You have 23% when the sound of stone hitting is clear, you freeze. The rain is loud but it doesn't compare to the sound of a few seconds ago. You don't know where it's coming from, and maybe it's just a rock falling from the roof. You ignore it and continue your search, there are no candles and you are in a cold sweat. The image of the movie character screaming in terror under the shadow of a knife flashes through your mind.

There's another knock, it's even louder, and this time you recognize the sound of glass cracking.

You turn to the kitchen window and see him.

At the tree line, behind bushes, with bright red eyes, he has a strange hat.

He is tall, thin, and stares at you.

His head tilts to one side, you practically hear it crack, and he has a sharp grin.

Your feet are jelly.

You feel dizzy.

It's cold.

The darkness is suffocating.

Her eyes shine so brightly that they illuminate her figure, it's the only thing you can see in the black emptiness.

And you can see the front page of the newspapers; "Botanist decides to leave human company to live among plants and becomes compost."

A clap of thunder lights up the forest, you can see his figure clearly, he seems to have a cape on his back, blue and wet, he is light skinned and has strange clothes, his face is painted like a clown would have in horror movies. And when the light goes away that strange being also withdraws.

You don't know how long they held a stare, but you know your feet feel numb and hurt when you move forward.

Where is it? It was there a second ago! It can't just disappear!

You don't know what it is that moves you, fear or curiosity, but you hear the crunch of crackers that slipped from your grip as you move to the window and search for him with a desperate look.

The raindrops form paths that cross and part, but you swear you saw it, it was as clear as day.

You know you're freaking out, it was just your head giving you a bad joke after watching a horror movie, it's normal. You're talking to yourself to calm yourself down as you bring a hand to your face to wipe away the cold sweat that's bothering your forehead, closing your eyes for a moment.

"It's okay, I'm fine. It's just the effects of rain and darkness after a horror movie. I'll be fine, in the morning none of this will be a big deal and I'll laugh in the future. It's just my imagination."

As soon as you finish that sentence you look up at the window one more time.

There is another clap of thunder.

He's there, inches from the window, his eyes gleaming with ferocity and his pointed fingers scratching the glass, he's smiling with fangs and murderous intent.

You scream.

The cell phone breaks free from your grip and flies away as you recoil. You can hear his laughter.

You're on your back on the ground before you notice him, the packet of cookies strewn everywhere is your least problem as your hands crawl and hit the floor in a panic until you reach your phone, you get up and run, stumbling as your flashlight shakes all the way.

You run as fast as you can, slam the door to your room behind you and lean your shoulder against the door.

You hear the door to your house open, but no footsteps.

There is silence, there is only rain and darkness, the storm lights up the forest.

There is a knock on your door.

A quick glance reveals that your phone screen is broken, and you have 20% battery.

There is no signal.

There is a loud knock on the door, so loud you hear the wood splinter and you press your shoulder harder.

You hear his laughter, it's sinister and he's having fun having you on the verge of tears.

The window in your room is big enough for you to get out.

It's a bit excessive, but your only way out at the moment. If there was something in the afterlife you weren't going to explain that you died because you didn't want to go out a window.

You charge at the door, the wood near the hinges splinters and the knob swears loudly, all your weight isn't enough and you're being dragged backwards slowly, but there doesn't seem to be a great effort behind it. You almost feel humiliated.

Your cell phone falls from your hand as you reach for the nearest piece of furniture, you can't see clearly what or where you grab it from but the adrenaline manages to drag it towards you, you swap places and quickly move away, breaking into a run as you leave the flashlight behind, pointing upwards and allowing you to see where you're going.

The piece of furniture doesn't hold for long, your hands are clumsy with your shaking and erratic movements, turning your head paranoidly every couple of seconds, the window doesn't seem to want to open.

"Come on come on come on come on! OH YES!"

The window opens as you push it open with a loud bang, you have half your body out as you look back.

The door creaks, his fingers slowly peek out, then the dark half of his head peeks out, the cap hangs down and a couple of drops of water fall.

He's smiling and it makes you feel sick.

Both feet touch down and you're thankful you're lazy enough not to have put on your pajamas, running with bare feet wouldn't have been favorable at all. You run as fast as you can when you hear him behind you.

His voice is thick, dry, like something out of a horror story.

"Naughty humans must be punished."

You're beyond the tree line when you turn to see him, he's slowly making his way out behind the window, as if he has all the confidence in the world that he's going to catch up to you. Even if his body appears to be too tall to climb out the window, he somehow manages it.

His body bends in ways that should not be possible for a human, he keeps smiling, first one hand, then his head, one foot and then the other, all with controlled and fluid movements, even for you it was harder to get out with your size.

The rain has no mercy, your clothes are heavier than they should be, it's uncomfortable to walk and you're freezing. You're going to get sick from the trauma and the cold if you survive.

It's behind you, you can see its shadow.

Nothing but instinct and the thunder lighting up through the treetops guide you.

It is not enough.

The forest is unpredictable and seems to be against you, a root makes you trip and fall on your face with an embarrassing scream, your hands stop the blow that could have broken your nose, but your clothes are covered in mud, it's hard to get up.

When you turn around he's there.

Sharp teeth, red eyes poking you, hands raised as he swung, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

His cloak is wings that lift just a little but you see them, they glow and look heavy as whole jets of water slide off one after another, his face is not human and after a millisecond you understand it's not a mask.

This... Thing. You don't know what it is. But you know it's not human.

You stand up, not backing down, and he approaches.

"It's past your bedtime."

"What's your name?

His movements are held back and he stares at you.

But he doesn't attack, he looks surprised, as if he didn't expect that response.

Why weren't you scared anymore?

#I'll probably regret this in the morning #Anyway #Y/N now has traumas and a cold but knows the reason for the fairy rings. #Now I'm going to go to sleep #Sun is definitely so anxious that he goes after Moon #and when he finds him he's with the human #and he's just like; YOU CAN TALK TO HIM? #and they proceed to argue #Moon broke the hinges of the door even though Y/N didn't notice it because he saw him enter the room. #Mywriting #Sun&Moon #FantasyAu #Idk what i did #They will most likely erase your memory #and you won't know why your door falls down when you open it. #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf sb au #Lorelei being a fan

[armoralor]

"she isn't mean!!!! she just-" shhhh. shhhhhhh. She's Mean. Let women be mean. Sometimes women are unredeemable cunts and that's okay. It doesn't matter if she has trauma or a complicated backstory, if a woman is mean she's mean. You don't have to try and justify it or give it a different name. Being mean isn't the worst thing a woman can be.

#bo katan kryze #the mandalorian #“i love mean women!!!” [proceeds to argue that any character they like isn't actual mean regardless of examples and proof] #if the character is a former terrorist that repeatedly makes people feel bad for their own family lineage + calls groups “cults” #mean is putting it lightly #AND THATS OKAY #it's fucking fiction my dudes #text #bo-katan kryze

[identitty-dickruption]

the reason it's a bad thing to only talk about a certain group of people when it benefits your argument is that it shows that you don't actually care about us as people. you can bring us up in an argument if the argument calls for it. whatever. but using an entire community as a gotcha and then attacking that same community when they ask for rights and recognition is complete bullshit. you don't get to use us as an argument if you clearly only see us as a thought experiment and nothing more

#just blocked someone because they told me to stop acting butthurt about people using intersex people as a gotcha #also. a gotcha is very different from a well-structured argument #like. there's a difference between 'there are many examples where biological sex is not two distinct classes' #and have that as a part of your argument #compared to #TERF: [says something transphobic] #trans person: well you're wrong because INTERSEX people exist [proceeds to fetishise the intersex experience] #anyway this is not just a problem for intersex people #I've also seen it happen for my Jewish friends and my fellow disabled people and all that #esp. intellectually disabled people being used as an argument against changing certain language even though it's clear the person arguing #has never spoken to an intellectually disabled person in their life #anyway

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 46

To help with their civilian identities, most of the Justice League refers to each other as their DnD party. The thing is though, several of them start learning how to play, mostly those who aren’t too sure what it is at first and then it spread. Now they actually are playing a DnD game. At the Watchtower, with the Bat ending up as the Dungeon Master. How he has ended up as such, he isn’t too sure, but he’s pretty good at doing different voices. Helped along by bringing the kids sometimes and them insisting on voicing some kobolds or goblins. 

#DnD #dcu #dc #prompts #dnd crossover #dc crossover #justice league #Bruce can speak in so many accents and languages that they end up loving the characters #Several times people will argue with their rolls #What do you mean I fail the flip? I can do a flip right here and now watch me! #*Proceeds to fail* #Those who know their civilian ID get short videos sent to them of this chaos #Sometimes they also play at each other's homes or in public as civilians too #The media eat it up because there are several famous people alongside a reporter a detective a conman and a few others vibing #It is utter chaos and they are all here for it #Helped along by several of the league members purposely eating dirt when they insist they can do some sort of parkour move

[chirpsythismorning]

Something that confuses me, is redditors logic of Mike's behavior? Specifically when it comes to the painting it just doesn't make sense to be fully convinced Mike can't possibly return Will's feelings?

For starters, they insist that Mike was uncomfortable with Will at the airport because he could sense Will's feelings for him and so that's why he couldn't hug him (as to not lead him on), and also panicked when he saw the painting bc he realized that he was probably the girl Will liked (according to El's letter). By their logic, Mike was obviously just uncomfortable with Will's feelings for him and the fact that he made a painting for him (with romantic implications) and that's because he does not return those romantic feelings whatsoever...

If we then apply that same logic to the van scene?... What the actual fuck is going on there then?

We got almost 5 seconds of Mike just staring at Will while he isn't looking as he's grabbing the painting, followed by Will handing it to Mike who looks confused like, For me? Are you sure? very visibly nervous, only to finally open it and look more relieved and happy than we've ever seen him, arguably in the entire show...?

Mind you, this is at a point when Mike fully assumed the painting is for a girl someone Will likes, right?

I repeat! According to their logic, Mike is under the assumption that this painting is for someone Will likes, and Mike is now currently finding out that it's for him and he is relieved???

WHY WOULD MIKE BE RELIEVED THAT WILL'S PAINTING IS FOR HIM, IF WERE BEING GIVEN A SCENARIO THEY ALREADY BELIEVE HAPPENED AT THE START OF THE SEASON, WITH MIKE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT??

AND WHY DID MIKE LOOK HAPPIEST BEFORE WILL SAID EL'S NAME? WHY DID HIS SMILE LITERALLY FALL AFTER WILL SAID EVEN EL, ESPECIALLY EL?

AND WHY DID MIKE LOOK MOST EMOTIONAL WHEN WILL WAS DESCRIBING THEIR RELATIONSHIP OVER THE LAST YEAR PERFECTLY, USING WORDS MIKE ALREADY USED WHEN HE MADE UP WITH WILL EARLIER IN THE SEASON???

#byler #stranger things #like... it just doesn't add up #either mike wanted will's painting to be for him or he didn't #and by their logic #mike doesn't like will and already knows about wills feelings for him and is trying to let him down easy #they assume the van scene is mike letting will down... #but...? where in that scene does mike look uncomfortable with the prospects that this is for mike specifically and from will specifically? #bc i would argue that he looks most uncomfortable at the points when will says el's name... #basically they need to understand previous scenes properly to even come close to understanding the van scene #you need to understand that mike didn't hug will at the airport bc he's scared of making his feelings obvious #then when he sees the painting he's experiencing a moment of hope that will brought it to give it to him #but then suddenly will is implying it isn't for mike #and now mike is being dubbed a knock off for the rest of the day and proceeds to be a self pittying idiot when his dominos fall (his words) #and so that is why when he gets the painting and thinks its from will at first and isn't for a girl but for mike... he looks relieved #bc that's what he was hoping for in the fucking first place #wake up ppl

[theminecraftbee]

i’m just thinking about a jimmy solidarity who’s getting used to always dying first, always being left behind, always being at the end of the world, and it sucks. it sucks hard. but i’m also thinking about how for all jimmy’s bit is usually “indignation at his own failures”, jimmy’s also always fairly optimistic, and like. he’s the guy who literally always loses. so it’s a little funny, that a guy who loses everything is always so confident that he’ll win. maybe he’s getting used to always losing, but he doesn’t let it get him down; he might lose, but he normally has a good time before he does, right? just... the idea of jimmy knowing how it will probably end but trying anyway and just enjoying the bits before that... it’s a good one i think.

#jimmy solidarity #this is sort of a traffic smps thing but its also an empires thing i think and if you REALLY wanna reach you can argue that evo jimmy also #he's just... he's a guy who ALWAYS LOSES at least in part because that's his Bit out of character #but in character he's a guy who ALWAYS LOSES and then proceeds to keep trying like he can win anyway #and idk. i think that's nice

[fishareglorious]

I can't put it into words but I think the Schnetto dynamic in a timeline where Schneider lives would be extremely funny

#schnetto is a toxic old married (to vertin) couple that drags everyone into their arguments #their dynamic in my head is borne out of that one fic on ao3 where they argue about pizza then proceed to beat the living bejesus out of #regulus after she brings to the suitcase pineapple pizza #sonetto #schneider #reverse 1999 #certified storm moments

[elegyofthemoon]

I'm getting the feeling that I'll be seeing a lot of Zionists' comments on my posts unfortunately, but I'll inform everyone about them if you want to block and move on

This was off my strike posts earlier

If you missed the last one I had posted

Let's not forget that Israel refused HAMAS's deal to release hostages, by the way.

And just the other day, I found out that Israel's always had a plan for ethnic cleansing and recommend everyone to look into what's known as Plan Dalet created back in 1948.

Peace was never in Israel's plans -- genocide was.

Reminder: Bisan has called for marches for Ceasefire between today to the 20th, and there is an ongoing strike that started today extending to the 25th.

#free palestine #palestine #free gaza #gaza #ceasefire now #ceasefire #i know syrma and i were talking about it before #about how it sounds like zionists are also getting hired to posts and counter or whatever #which i don't really understand in full tbh #but i thought to use this opportunity also to talk about palestine more #and about how this has been going on since 1948 #if all else i feel like you need to at least know plan dalet #my friend and i from home are listening to an audio book called 'the ethnic cleansing of palestine' by ilan pappe #who is actually an israeli historian but he talks about all of israel's plans for how to conquer palestine #i'm still not done with it and i want to proceed further with it but i've been busy #anyways #i don't exactly have the energy to combat every single zionists comment on my posts #i feel like i only run into them by accident but i'm gonna try to not waste my energy to argue #there's better places to use that energy. like informing yall on some history and talking about marches/strikes #anyways i hope everyone's doing their part the best they can

[yenpondering]

Entitled customers are funny, imagine kicking up such a fuss with our managers that 2 mall security guards had to be called to come mediate all because you and your wife not only can't read but also can't see that our menu literally serves soft poached egg, not a boiled egg, in our Japanese rice bowls

Anyway read the menu properly y'all and ask questions if you're unsure, don't be a dick to hospitality workers especially over dumb shit

#this happened yesterday during boxing day #it was truly hilarious to me #this lady came to complain about our egg not being boiled fully #to which my managers were like 'yeah our menu only serves soft boiled it's shown and written very clearly on it' #but apparently this lady wasn't happy with that answer cause she left and then sent her husband back with the bowl to argue!!!! #and my managers were like nah we're gonna call security to mediate cause this guy legit just kept raising his voice #anyway in the time span of waiting for security to show up #this guy literally pulls his phone out to record a negative review of us which lmao alright #and then proceeds to tell customers looking at our menu to not order from us cause we've got bad food #they still ordered from us anyway with 1 customer saying to my coworker that they hoped he left soon cause he was making them uncomfortable #anyway security shows up and them + the guy + my managers talk for like 10+ minutes #with this guy apparently mentioning at one point that he wants us shut down #just to remind y'all if you're reading this that this is all over a soft boiled egg that is very clearly shown on the menu #and the whole thing ended with 1 of the security coming in to the shop to watch us remake the bowl without the egg #because apparently the guy was afraid we'd do something to his bowl #security looked done with this and apologised to us for this guy being so rude #also before anyone says anything both this guy and wife were fluent in English so it wasn't a matter of them not being able to read our men #and also again our bowls show a very obvious not hard boiled egg #anyway i hope they had an awful day afterwards for being such entitled dicks to us

[absent-o-minded]

Do you ever think how different Good Omens would be as a series if everything was exactly the same except Crowley wore a pair of these bad boys:

#I would argue that these are the PEAK of fashion #but I am bias bc I own a pair myself #but imagine how some of the iconic scenes would play out if Crowley had these instead? #‘Shut Upp’ *Proceeds to put on heart shaped sunglasees* #this is what I think about at 1am #good omens #good omens season 2 #Crowley #aziraphale #neil gaiman #reject tradition embrace funky sunglass options

[ssreeder]

I’ve moved on completely.

#hahaha I wasn’t sure how to answer this ask #but you know I’ve moved on #kakashi who? #I gotta say kakashi and óbito are still my faves #fuck sasuke sorry sasuke fans #he’s like the guy who would argue with someone in a public place that vaping isn’t the same as smoking and the proceed to vape at children #he’s so fucking annoying I mean I’m not being fair I didn’t finish the series yet #I got distracted by MHA #& BAKUGO MY NEW CHILD I LUB YOU #I wanna put him in a blender but canon already did that for me #idk why all my favorites are angry and agressive & always have softer counter parts #hmmmmmmm what does that say about me #THOTTY MCBOTTY you know i love you #thanks for the bakugo art yesterday he was as MAD #ok well I think I’ve rambled enough #not atla #inside jokes with my #bestie!!! #thotty tag #thotty mcbotty #lemon juice to my wine #ask

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl youtube videos suddenly got me slowly turning into a Justin Russo hater.

#like mainly later seasons him #early seasons him is fine #but like i guess plot wise you could argue he becomes more iffy because you know the competition will be soon #and justin does want to become the family wizard #as for some reason this show still never fully tackled the fucked up shit of the idea that wizard siblings have to grow up studying magic #only for one or two or whatever number siblings to lose it to one sibling in a competition #like stevie was the closest we got to that #but like it still dont make it less bad with how justin was #like the worst example i can name is him literally refusing to save alex whose his sister btw and shes always dropped shit to save him #because he wants to project onto her that she purposely fucked up his chances to get back into the competition via #pushing the students to take the test only for them to be failed because bad guy being bad guy in reality #and basically blames her for the failure and such as a result and acts like its all an act when she is mad on the students behalf and shit #and his students have to drag him kicking and screaming just to save her from the bad guy's shit #and there's also the competition itself where harper and zeke get grabbed by a creature during it #but alex has to convince her brothers to save the two and thats just cold already on justins end with zeke #but cause they took too long they all lose the competition and magic #and both brothers especially justin proceed to treat alex like shit even during work hours meaning #fucking over family business just to get at alex #and when the dad ultimately almost sells the place justin STILL blames alex #like she was the only one working fully max was being max and justin was being a little bitch to her #aka the infamous refusing to make her orders only max's and when he does he throws the sandwich at her #and cause she was holding drinks at the time and didnt see it coming the drinks went on a customer #and also throwing table trash into her already full bin shes carrying around while cleaning tables #and therefore messing it up for her like #and alex's logo...well from sounds of shit thats just justin again being a hateful bitch to his sister with zero consquiences #even one commenter pointing how he sadistically smiled while telling her all her friends hate her #like dear god if the show was doing this to make everyone root for alex its working i hate later season justin #gonna be interesting if hes matured or not as an adult

[57sfinest]

harry listens to the skills in his head because they have unionized against him and he respects organized labor

#kiwipost #rhetoric: EVERY SKILL-- A MEMBER OF THE HEADSPACE #harry (gullible) (communist) (born 2 days ago): oh. well no arguing with that! [proceeds to make hundreds of questionable decisions] #harry tries to explain this to kim and kim is just confused #harry takes it to steban and uli and they respect his dedication to the cause. but theyre also confused

[calamarispiderart]

this place is a fucking nightmare

#my art #chonny jash #rlly rough thing i drew in response to someone on twitter lol #they are. insufferable #cant even eat a meal in peace. hellish #mind #heart #soul #wishing i had drawn soul a bit better but like. who give a shit #i like the idea that after a point soul can tell mind and heart to shut up and they do #either bc of threats or like. an actual ability idk #mind jabbing heart in the ribs while soul eats and they proceed to try to silently argue with gestures #until mind shoves heart over and then theyre like. biting each other and fighting on the ground #HAHAHA they do really seem kind of childish. both of them #absolutely insufferable to be around i bet

[illegiblehandwriting1]

lmaooooo who's up for a repetitive convo while casually fighting some skeletons

#oh my FUCKING GOSH #that's it. i'm just gonna kill him /j #man spends this much time arguing about whether or not he's being smart and then proceeds to not be smart #the abandonment issues are strong with this one #plus the self-hatred #and the guilt #and the confusion #oh and the planning #also time travel is as confusing as i want it to be #be warned #i want sky to meet our special guest star!!! i have one chapter to do an unholy amount! #i am Very Much Intimidated by my own fic sometimes #am i even the right fucking person to be writing this #idk #big-ass story deserves a big-ass brain or smth #sometimes i forget that it's literally my own fic #blergh #chicken scratch #smoke & ashes #fucking hylia being nice and sticking by sky no matter what because he needs her #how dare she care about him. #i swear sky needs some sense knocked into him #he's allowed to not like her but damn ok #at least let her convince you that you're not a horrible person and that you can't do this on your own #why are my characters like this #i know why and i love them so much #theyre my silly little fucked-up boys #sky honey be real here you're a kid #but it's more fun when he doesn't give two shits about his age #obligatory mention that it will get better and this fic does have a happy ending

[myimaginationplain]

these people are so fucking lost, man skskdkdj

#she's the daughter of the last pre-rebellion king & the heir apparent of said king's heir (viserys). not exactly an ass pull succession wise #now if you wanna argue how much or little claim the targ name still has on the throne after being deposed you can do that. #but you can't just pretend as if daenerys's family didn't make the damn throne & then proceed to sit on it for hundreds of years. #if dany's claim really were built on nothing but 'arthur pulling the sword out of the stone' (aka her dragons) then why the hell was robert #so damn concerned about she & viserys coming to take the kingdom back before her dragons were even a glimmer in anyone's eye. lmao #and if dany's claim on the throne is forfeit because of robert's rebellion than the starks' claim on winterfell after both the greyjoys & #the boltons took it must certainly be forfeit too. but you know these people would never argue that because they don't gaf about #cognitive dissonance or consistent narrative logic #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #daenerys targaryen #pro daenerys