I just remembered Tamlin buried a lesser faerie he didn't even know.
Meanwhile Rhysand has written off 2/3 of his people and he gleefully watched as Feyre got countless innocents murdered.
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really fucked up that "genocide is bad" has become a controversial statement. you can't even make a post saying "committing systemic mass killings against an ethnic group is an atrocity" without the world's stupidest people commenting things like "it's okay to kill children if they're from a religion I don't like".
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Can't believe that in 2023 I just read someone saying that Ruby cutting Tyrian's tail off was wrong because Yang's arm was cut off by a villain recently and that by cutting Tyrian's tail, Ruby showed that she has no moral compass and she's no better than the villains.
My friend, you're seriously comparing an abuser asshole like Adam cutting Yang's arm off for no other reason than to torment Blake to Ruby cutting a serial killer's tail off after he probably just killed her uncle and was most likely gonna kill her friends afterwards and kidnap her and take her to Salem? Is that really a comparison you wanna make? Really?
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gonna fuckin fight some children again so here we go:
people older than 20 get to be in fandom. people older than 25 get to be in fandom. people older than 30 get to be in fandom. you know who writes those 100k+ magical fanfics that you consume, for free?? adults. you know who has protected, shepherded, and guided fandom for DECADES, starting in the days of zines that were sent secretly in snail mail because we didn't have online communities? ADULTS. you know what KIND of adults in particular were pioneers of fandom?? ADULT FUCKING WOMEN. women in their thirties. women in their forties. women in their fifties, sixties, and seventies.
it's one thing if someone is being predatory towards young people online and they are an adult. it is a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THING if a grown-ass person is just sitting and having fun in fandom and children come into our inboxes and tell us we shouldn't be here. child, YOU would not be here if not for us. I as a thirty year old genderqueer would not be here if not for MY fandom elders guiding me and keeping me safe through my DECADES on this godforsaken fucking website and in fandom generally. you know who protected me and helped me learn how to be a positive influence in my fandom spaces??? ADULTS IN FANDOM.
so sit your asses down and learn something.
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I wrote a little Everlark drabble based on this post by @adsosfraser.
“It’s so gross, isn’t it?” Katniss asks. She won’t look at Peeta, instead stares at the way her hand looks against the yellowish white of the sweat-stained pillow.
Once Sae realized she wasn’t going upstairs to sleep or bathe or anything (Katniss could molt on this sofa just as well as anywhere else) she sent her little granddaughter upstairs to retrieve a pillow and blanket for her. She’d probably be dead now too if it weren’t for Sae. She wonders if Sae knows how much she owes her. But she needs to stop thinking about things owed.
Peeta sits with her, her head on his lap. His fingers that look like hers (is that why she was staring at her hands, thinking of him?) are working through the tangled mess of her hair.
He laughs under his breath, and a real smile pulls the corners of her lips up. “It’s not gross,” he insists. “It’s like a puzzle. Pulling each section apart, freeing them from each other. Really I should thank you.”
She sighs. The condition she let herself get into before he came back is embarrassing, but she doesn’t have the where-with-all to remind herself she should be ashamed. Besides, his touch feels so good she can’t keep her eyes open.
Dogged, focused Peeta spends what must be an eternity working through her hair, apologizing each time he pulls or snips with the kitchen scissors, or strands simply come out. She hardly notices. She’s not sure how long it takes him to work his way through it all because time is a endless thing now and with him she feels at peace, but she catches the contented noise he makes when it’s done.
“Sit up,” Peeta says. “I’ll braid it for you.”
She doesn’t think there is enough hair left to braid and she must be right, because he eventually harumps in frustration. “Well this is a fucking mess,” he says, disgusted with himself. Short hair tickles the side of her ear, her neck.
“Guess you’re better at untangling,” she says, fingering the attempted braid.
Peeta wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest. She squeaks in surprise, and his chest shakes with bemused laughter. “So I suck.”
Eyes closing at the simple comfort of him holding her, Katniss laughs into the crook of his arm. “No, it’s my hair that sucks,” she insists.
It’s so stupid and trivial, thinking about hair and braids, but it feels good to be stupid and trivial for once, laughing with Peeta.
He rests his chin on the crown of her head.
“I have an idea,” he says. “There’s a memory I want to recreate.”
The two braids come out worlds better, like maybe that was his intention the whole time.
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my bro was showing me that new Napoleon meme and he was like "ok now I'll be the man giving you some bad news and you'll be Napoleon saying 'there is nothing we can do" and I was like "ok sure".
So he exits the room and re-enters with a serious face, looking me straight in the eye, until he finally opens his mouth:
"Sir, Vergil isn't real"
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