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silverskye13 · 1 year
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52 and Grian (I don't use Spotify so I don't know what's going on)
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Spotify Wrapped #52: MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) by Lil Nas X
Cocaine and drinking with your friends You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend I'm not fazed, only here to sin If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can--
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terrifyingstories · 1 year
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𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼𝚂.
the recent or recent to me media edition with a few recent obsessions.
meredith beckham / vampire academy callie sadecki / yellowjackets daisy jones / daisy jones and the six ginny miller / ginny & georgia isabella tavez / good trouble lizzie saltzman / legacies devi vishwakumar / never have i ever rosa ortecho / roswell nm maya / high school judy hale / dead to me bonus: julia wicker / the magicians
TAGGED BY : @serendpitous TAGGING : @inflame @ladyintree @lingeringscars @wyrdbones @lahiey @jupiter3 @ your lovely self
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momentofmemory · 2 years
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7 + scoyd (<3 cat)
“Are you trying to tell me something?” Scott asks.
Boyd stands at a distance from him, his face not quite disinterested, but at least unmoved.
Much like the rest of him.
The full moon looms above them, punching a hole in the pitch-black sky. Water, just as dark, laps gently at his feet.
Scott doesn’t know how he got here.
“Where are we?” he asks.
Boyd keeps staring. Doesn’t even blink.
Water seeps into his socks.
He tries to keep irritation from his voice. “Do you know why we’re here?”
Boyd’s silhouette is stark. Moonlight weighing heavy against his shoulders. Not with power, or rage, like it normally does.
“How are you here?” Scott finally demands.
Boyd tilts his head at that. The first movement Scott’s seen. “Not everything has meaning.”
Dread fills Scott’s stomach.
He takes a step back. Knows what’s coming.
Boyd looks in his eyes. “Our deaths didn’t.”
It’s a knife in Scott’s chest.
Or claws.
His hand finds his chest, and it comes away slick with blood. The empty silence of his body fills his ears.
It’s not like he’d forgotten it.
He’d just wanted to.
“You mattered,” he tells Boyd.
“Didn’t say I didn’t,” Boyd agrees. His voice cracks as he says it, but it’s sincere. “Dying, though? That didn’t do anything.”
Scott looks away. It’s harder to hide that he’s trying hide when there’s nothing else to look at.
Boyd’s stance shifts to something more vulnerable. “My mom—she take it okay? Dad?”
“I, um. I haven’t seen them much since the funeral.”
“Maybe they got out of that place.”
Scott swallows. “Yeah. Maybe.”
Another pause. Boyd looks at him closely. Like he’s standing inches away instead of several yards.
“You didn’t say anything about yourself,” Boyd says.
“I don’t—”
“What about your death?” Boyd asks. “You think it mattered?”
He’d been alone.
Lonely. “No.”
“But you wanted it.”
Scott flinches.
You’ll have to kill me yourself, he’d told Theo.
It’d been meant as a statement. Proving he understood what Theo meant to do.
Maybe it’d just been an invitation.
“Nothing else had mattered.”
It’s easier, in the dark, to admit it.
Boyd doesn’t seem surprised.
The puddle at his feet is water.
It’s been other things.
Scott’s eyes feel wet. “At least I can’t… fuck anything else up now.”
It feels different, swearing here. Not forbidden, like when he was a kid. Just heavier.
Boyd’s expression doesn’t change. “Avoiding something doesn’t make you matter.”
“Maybe I don’t want to matter.”
Maybe I should just be no one.
Then he winces. Remembers who he’s talking to. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… Sorry.”
Boyd just smiles sadly. “You don’t stop mattering just because you’re dead.”
“But you said—”
“I said the death didn’t matter,” Boyd said. “The hole it leaves behind does. Your life—what was there—that’s where the meaning comes from.”
“What if it’s not enough,” Scott whispers.
“It is.”
Scott swallows it down, and it’s not half so bitter as he’d thought.
The moon is still above them. The waters rhythmic.
“Check up on them, for me,” Boyd says. “when you go back.”
Scott’s head jerks up. “What?”
“I’m not real, Scott. At least not here.”
The moon starts to fade. Fear claws at his chest. The pain does, too. “I don’t want to go back. Please. I don’t—”
“Here isn’t a place,” Boyd says. “You can’t stay somewhere that doesn’t exist.”
“But I can’t do it anymore. I can’t—it’s too much—”
“It’s okay,” Boyd says. “You don’t have to do anything.”
Scott’s world tilts. The water turns to carpet against his back.
“Just live.”
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aalghul · 10 days
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jason todd loved willis todd and willis todd loved jason todd. there is no proof during jason’s entire run as robin of willis having abused jason. jason’s reaction to finding out about his death and then jason’s mourning him at the beginning of ditf makes it clear willis was well loved.
catherine todd loved jason so dearly that he never questioned her being his mom. she didn’t have to do that, but she chose to. she gave him so much love that jason went searching for a stranger just because: if she’s also his mother, she must love him. it made so much sense to him because of catherine. even sheila could said it must’ve been jason’s love for catherine (who she calls his mother instead of herself) that made jason protect her until the end. catherine wasn’t actively “choosing” drugs over jason; she had an addiction and she was sick. she did the best she could, and evidently, that was enough for jason to have felt loved.
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obscureenthusiast · 1 year
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-Brutus and as many as 60 co-conspirators, circa March 14th, 44 BC
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pjs-everyday · 4 months
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today, pinky requests that our heroes put on their best disguises!! tooootally unrecognizable, right? 🤭❤️
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baldurblush · 5 months
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How dare you wake him from his nap
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meidui · 5 months
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Captain Carter and Inventor Tony in 1602
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sensitiveheartless · 6 months
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Just finished the sketches for the next comic part — sorry this one has taken a while! I got a couple pages into an attempt and then decided that it wasn’t flowing right so I scrapped it and started over from scratch which slowed me down a lot
In other news, RIP to these panels that are now banished from the comic forever lol
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hyunsung · 1 year
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<3
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syringaledraws · 2 months
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Oops, I did it again
A sudden TWEWY x Hollow Knight crossover thing appears
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So so insane about just how well the Dune movies walk the line between making Paul sympathetic and making him...uhh.....everything else.
Because it would be easy to tip it too far in either direction and make him out to be either cartoonishly evil or (excuse the term) woobified -- but I think the key to it is that it's never depicted as being a "but" situation and rather always a "yes, and" situation. Yes, Paul is a very young, very deeply alone person who has lost everything and is under the pressure of thousands of years of genetic engineering and religious propaganda and really never stood a chance against all that, and it's a tragic and heartbreaking thing to witness. That is all true. Also, he's using an oppressed group of people for his own political gain and is about to cause both a horrible environmental disaster and a war that will leave countless people dead, among other very very bad things that you are absolutely not supposed to agree with and root for. This is also true. All those things are equally true, and it WILL make you uncomfortable. And you as the viewer are not supposed to choose a side to fall on, you're fully intended to see all of that at once and walk that fine line with the character, and the chaotic and messy experience of having all those things packed together as truth without it being an either/or situation is absolutely the most accurate way of perceiving him.
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susielesbianism · 2 months
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I love it when girls are in love!!!!
(Reblog, don’t repost)
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caeslxys · 1 month
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I’ve mentioned this elsewhere but it feels relevant again in light of the most recent episode. Something that’s really fascinating to me about Orym’s grief in comparison to the rest of the hells’ grief is that his is the youngest/most fresh and because of that tends to be the most volatile when it is triggered (aside from FCG, who was two and obviously The Most volatile when triggered.)
As in: prior to the attack on Zephrah, Orym was leading a normal, happy, casual life! with family who loved him and still do! Grief was something that was inflicted upon him via Ludinus’ machinations, whereas with characters like Imogen or Ashton, grief has been the background tapestry of their entire lives. And I think that shows in how the rest of them are largely able to, if not see past completely (Imogen/Laudna/Chetney) then at least temper/direct their vitriol or grief (Ashton/Fearne/Chetney again) to where it is most effective. (There is a glaring reason, for example, that Imogen scolded Orym for the way he reacted to Liliana and not Ashton. Because Ashton’s anger was directed in a way that was ultimately protective of Imogen—most effective—and Orym’s was founded solely in his personal grief.)
He wants Imogen to have her mom and he wants Lilliana to be salvageable for Imogen because he loves Imogen. But his love for the people in his present actively and consistently tend to conflict with the love he has for the people in his past. They are in a constant battle and Orym—he cannot fathom losing either of them.
(Or, to that point, recognize that allowing empathy to take root in him for the enemy isn't losing one of them.)
It is deeply poignant, then, that Orym’s grief is symbolized by both a sword and shield. It is something he wields as a blade when he feels his philosophy being threatened by certain conversational threads (as he believes it is one of the only things he has left of Will and Derrig, and is therefore desperately clinging onto with both bloody hands even if it makes him, occasionally, a hypocrite), but also something he can use in defense of the people he presently loves—if that provocative, blade-grief side of him does not push them—or himself—away first.
(it won’t—he is as loved by the hells as he loves them. he just needs to—as laudna so beautifully said—say and hear it more often.)
#critical role#cr spoilers#bells hells#orym of the air ashari#cr meta#imogen temult#ashton greymoore#liliana temult#this is genuinely completely written in good faith as someone who loves orym#but is also about orym and so will inevitably end up being completely misconstrued and made into discourse. alas#I could talk about how Orym’s unwillingness to allow the hells to actually finish/come to a solid conclusion on Philosophy Talk#is directly connected to one of the largest criticisms of c3 (that they are constantly having these conversations)#all day. alas. engaging with orym’s flaws tends to make people upset#it is ESP prevelant when he walks off after exclaiming ‘they (vangaurd) are NOT right’#which was not only never said but wasn’t even what they were talking about#he even admits as much to imogen like ten minutes later! that he is incapable of viewing it objectively#which is 100% justifiable and understandable but simultaneously does not make his grief alone the most important perspective in the world#also bc i fear ppl will play semantics on my tags yes the line ‘i hope she’s right’ was said but it was from ASHTON#who does not believe they are at all and wasn’t saying they actively WERE right. orym just heard something to latch onto and ran with it#ultimately there is a reason orym only admitted that he was struggling when he had stepped away to talk to dorian#who has not been around and thusly has not changed once n orym's eyes#and it isn't that the hells never check in or care. they do. they have several times over#it is dishonest to say they haven't#the actual reason is that all of this is something He Is Aware Of. he doesn't mention it bc he KNOWS it's hypocritical and selfish#he says as much!#EXHALES. @ MY OWN BRAIN CAN WE THINK ABT MOG AGAIN. FYRA RAI EVEN. FOR ME.#posting this literally at 8 in the morning so I can get my thoughts out of my brain but also attempt to immediately make this post invisibl
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rogueddie · 2 years
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There's something... off about Steve. Eddie can't quite put his finger on it, but he started noticing it a long time ago. Long before they actually met. Back at the tail end of his King Steve days.
He'd gotten glimpses, like he was seeing behind a mask. The way Steve usual smirk and swagger would drop, just for a moment. But he didn't look upset about losing friends... he looked haunted. Something so empty and lost about him. The moment would be over as fast as Eddie saw it, the whole King Steve persona slipping back on just as easily as it slipped off.
The look on Steves face stuck with him though. There was something so unsettling about it. Something so wrong. Because Steve was the spoilt, rich, popular kid. He had distant parents, everyone knows that, but... Eddie didn't want to think about what could've shaken up Steve Harrington so much, what could leave him looking so traumatized. He doesn't want to know.
But, of course, Eddie never got so lucky.
He's surprised, yet not at all, when he finds out that Steve has been dealing with the alternate dimension bullshit for years. It makes so many little things make sense. Makes the sudden loss of social status, the complete 180 in his attitude, seem reasonable.
And that should've been it. As nice as it was, saving the world with Steve Harrington, Eddie understands how things are. Even with his reputation shredded, hanging out with the town freak- now town 'we still think he's a murderer no matter how much they clear his name' level freak- is far, far below Steve.
But Steve keeps seeking him out. He keeps knocking on the trailer door. Ringing him up. Turning up to D&D sessions early so he can talk his way into coming back to hang out with Eddie.
Sometimes the King Steve mask makes a return, more often a mutation of it. But, for some reason, there's no masks on when it's just the two of them. Steve is freely and openly weird. He admits to things that Eddie knows he wouldn't usually share without pressure. But he shares them with Eddie.
Eddie asks him. But Steve just... smiles. Changes the subject with such ease that it isn't until later that Eddie even realizes that he never answered. He's kind of impressed.
Eddie learns to love it. He's got such deep insights into Steves psyche now that he can read him better than Robin can. He makes a point of correcting Robin too, enjoying the confusion and frustration he causes. Especially with how often she jokingly threatens him for stealing her soulmate.
And he is. It takes him a while to realize that he is... but he is. He's essentially stealing Steve.
He doesn't like groups. Not a lot. He likes having quiet moments with a couple people, he likes spending alone time with people, and it's no different with Steve. He likes knowing that he definitely has all of the attention and that the other person has all of his.
So maybe he feels a little possessive over their alone time, over the way Steve is so open with him specifically. With him exclusively. But it's not getting in the way of anything, it's not a problem.
Until, one day, Eddie notices Steve slipping away behind a mask. It's not the usual King Steve or variant. That throws Eddie off. It makes him too curious to ask, to look too close as to why. He wants to know more about the mask Steve is creating.
It's suave. Confident. It gives Steve an air of romance, something about it making him seem so much more slick. Like the persona of an old romcom movies male lead. It makes him stand a little straighter, it has his eyes wondering so freely. It makes Eddie blush.
Eddie stops him one day. He has to make sure Steve understands that, whatever he's doing with this new mask, Eddie isn't feeling friendship things about it.
Steve gives him that smile again, the one that makes it clear that Steve has figured something out that Eddie hasn't. He doesn't change the subject this time. He pointedly steps closer, grabs Eddies hand.
"Maybe I don't want you to feel friendship things about me," Steve says. He doesn't have the usual slick tone of his new mask. He looks a little nervous. "Maybe I only wear this mask with you."
Steve doesn't let him kiss him, ducks to the side far too smoothly. He still has Eddies hand in his. Eddie can't help but narrow his eyes, suspicious of the playful grin he's getting.
"Let me take you on a date first. A nice dinner, some expensive red wine..."
"Fuck you," Eddie is grinning though. Revels in the way his bluntness makes the mask slip again, this time because Steve is too amused to hide it- something that is more and more common.
It's more rare, these days, to see Steves masks slip because of whatever horrors he's remembering. It's almost always because of Eddie, making him smile, making him laugh. Not even his King Steve mask can hold up against Eddies odd, feral charm.
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basiatlu · 3 months
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Bellatrix sketch
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