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viivdle · 1 month
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"do you think we'd be the court of shadows in every universe?"
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weewoobrainrot · 2 years
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every morning rooster tries to cook hangman breakfast. rooster isn't exactly the best cook and his cooking is hit or miss. most of the time the scrambled eggs don't work out, he ends up burning them, but he tries every morning nonetheless. when this happens, however, he doesn't tell hangman that he cooks and hangman thinks rooster only cooks every now and then. hangman doesn't know that he tries every morning until he gets up earlier than usual one morning and sees rooster throwing out the burnt eggs, mumbling something to himself while grabbing bread to make some toast. he gets up the next day to see bradley failing again. he gets it on the third day, but burns them again on the fourth. hangman doesn't have the heart to tell him he knows, so he just rooster continue, because the smile on his face when he doesn't burn the eggs is one of his favourite things in the world
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junranghae · 2 years
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war & peace
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valleynix · 11 months
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OMG ANGST
what if Cassandra killed reader before she realized that reader was reader again in chapter 18?
And then finding out that Bela was alive and well all along?
STOP THIS HURTS
i'm gonna write something on it though EHEHEHEHEHE
It's over so quickly that she almost doesn't realize what's happened. Her human had been forced to mutate, all bloody and wrong, and while she knows it's not them, she has no other choice.
They would want her to grant them this mercy. She knows that.
It doesn't make the act any easier.
Her blade slices clean through the back of their neck, right where they always tell her to sever as they try to get away. That freak possessing their body had already killed Bela, and she wouldn't let them kill Daniela, too. She couldn't.
Her bird takes only a few stumbled steps forward, pausing and swaying as Daniela hesitantly reaches a hand up toward them. She stands in front of them, her brows pinched together as her eyes widen.
They lift their head, their arms dangling uselessly at their sides. She almost thinks she didn't succeed, and part of her wishes she hadn't when she sees them turn around to look at her.
They stumble back, their golden eye dulling as they stare straight at her.
It lasts only a moment, but her entire world has stopped when their eyes meet her own. She sees them; her idiot bird back in their body, that bit of recognition in their eye as they weakly lift their hand, claws reaching for her.
They fall back, their knees giving out beneath them, and she panics as she darts forward, trying and failing to catch their hand. Blood leaks out from behind their head as they stare blankly at the ceiling, and she doesn't know what to do.
Daniela wails and falls to her knees beside them, her hands shaking as she tries to wake them, and all Cassandra can do is let her sickle drop to the floor as she continues to stare after them.
She killed them. She killed them.
Not their copy; not this time. She's killed the only person she thought she could trust and love-
She doesn't know what to do. She thinks tears well in her eyes as she watches her sister try and try to shake them awake, but they remain limp in her grasp, their blood staining her knees where she kneels.
Is she saying something? She isn't sure if she's doing anything or if she's just watching their body become grey-ish and turn to ash.
She tries to tell herself it was for the better as she falls to her knees, her own hands shaking violently when she raises them to grasp their clawed hand. It crumbles in hers, and she stares in shock.
She knows what this is, what she's feeling, but the knowledge doesn't help her fight it any. She's stuck with the heavy feeling in her chest and shoulders, stuck staring at the way their body crumbles beneath her.
To be honest, she isn't sure how much time has passed. Throughout it all, Cassandra has tried to convince herself that she did the right thing. Her oldest sister was gone, and she couldn't allow them to keep living after they - intentionally or not - killed a member of their family.
She wishes they hadn't told her. Would it have made this easier?
There comes a time, eventually, that she grabs onto Daniela and tugs her away, murmuring an apology as she does. She's a lot stronger than her little sister, so she drags her away from their bird's crumbling body easily, but hearing her wails and yells as she tries to fight and go back to them hurts. It's a pain she's never felt before, and she doesn't want to feel it again.
It's why she pushes everyone away and keeps most out of her heart. They only end up damaging it and hurting her-
She turns down a hallway with Daniela held tightly in her arms, her hands clenched so tightly that her knuckles ache. She isn't sure where she's going, but she has to get away. Perhaps to her mother or her aunt?
It's when she sees Bela staggering down the far end of the hallway, a hand pressed against her head. She sees her younger sisters almost immediately, relaxing as she focuses on them, and Cassandra can feel herself break.
Her sister is alive. She's fine and she's here and they're not-
She has never considered herself a lovey person when it came to Bela. They'd always had that bit of sibling rivalry that she could never remember how it even started, and she pretended not to care that her sister was gone in the first place.
Seeing her here, after what she had done...
She's never embraced Bela before, she realizes. It must come as quite the shock to her when she erupts into a cloud of flies and slams into her older sister, her tears already leaking down her cheeks as she sobs into her shoulder.
She's held as tightly as possible, fingers digging into her back as a kiss is planted to the side of her head. She doesn't know what to do, she doesn't know what to do-
Daniela joins them, incoherently trying to explain what's happened, where their bird is, what they became-
Cassandra does not listen. She clings to her older sister as tightly as she can, and all she can see is them.
She failed them. If she had waited, if she had tried to help-
She does not go back to their body, even when her sisters do. She refuses to look at it, instead choosing to keep watch at the end of the corridor as her siblings have their own moment about it.
It's weeks later that Cassandra breaks down in front of her mother after she made a comment about their bird's untimely demise by her hands. She's held throughout the night, her sobs echoing throughout her mother's bedroom, ringing in her ears.
She could swear she sees them, sometimes, in the maids. She is losing her mind, she knows, but perhaps that is the price to pay for what she has done.
There comes a time, months later, that she finds herself struggling to picture what they looked like. Rough sketches with scribbled out faces line her sketchbook, and after a time, she does not remember them.
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onstoryladders · 2 years
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vegaspete cat cafe au. i said what i said.
VEGASPETE NON-FUCKED-UP CAT CAFE AU
I've been stuck trying to decide whether Vegas is a cat person or a dog person. I think he'd like dogs since they're so loyal and obedient, but maybe he would like cats more – for the opposite reason.
Well, I suppose he can like both...
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But I'm getting offtrack.
So, VegasPete cat cafe AU: Pete and Porsche work at a cat cafe, and Vegas starts showing up at the place when he discovers that Kinn has a big crush on Porsche, and his interest is piqued. Pete observes their interactions like:
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His good-friend-senses are tingling.
Pete and Kinn are friends (that's how Kinn started going to the cat cafe in the first place), so after a while Kinn asks him to keep an eye on Vegas and do what he can to keep him away from Porsche.
Pete, wanting to protect Porsche from this weirdo who's sometimes too intense for anyone's comfort, agrees and starts finding more and more excuses to keep the two separated. As a consequence, he finds himself being the one who's forced to interact with Vegas, taking his orders, answering his questions, etc etc.
One day he sees Vegas flirting with Porsche at the counter and decides to give him a tour of the cafe and show him all the cats. Vegas tries to keep his expression in check, but it's so clear that he would gladly strangle Pete with his own hands if he could, and Pete finds it too damn funny.
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Vegas sees one of the cats sleeping in the most absurd position he's ever witnessed and goes:
— Why's he doing that.
— She just likes to be extra ridiculous whenever she can.
And for the first time since he's met him, Pete sees Vegas smile. Not one of his calculated smiles, not one of his gotcha smirks, but a true, amused, genuine smile.
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And for a second Pete's there like:
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But the smile is gone, the moment is lost. Pete goes on with his tour and Vegas seems less annoyed and more interested in how weirdly the cats behave in the cafe.
Vegas is still set on getting into Porsche's pants, and Kinn is still set on killing him keeping him away. One day this tension culminates in a confrontation in which Vegas gets the beating he deserves (just emotionally and psychologically) since Porsche and Kinn get together.
Vegas is very pathetic and very angry, and so decides to do something reckless and stupid (I don't know what, at least it's not torture gdveydn). Pete stops him before he does, though, and they have a heart to heart in which a slightly drunk Vegas confesses his darkest thoughts (again, no torture) and Pete just listens to him without judging, sharing his thoughts as well.
This time, their interaction does awaken something in Vegas 👀
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So Vegas does a 180 and directs all of his attention towards Pete, who's a little confused but also intrigued, and one thing leads to another...
Long story short, they end up together and adopt at least 15 cats.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
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temilyrights · 2 years
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Meredith Grey canonically attended Dartmouth College, a small university in a very small New Hampshire Town, at the same time that Tara Lewis was there getting her Ph.D. Do with this information what you will.
this is very important information oh my
idk if it works but imagine they have a class together - maybe tara is the phd teaching assistant in meredith’s psych class?? and obvi tara’s heard of ellis grey so when meredith strolls into class (late, of course) tara dislikes her instantly.
tara’s worked her ass off to be where she is and blondie is only half paying attention to the psych lecture so when meredith hands in her first paper tara isn’t surprised it’s meh (and she’s not a harsh marker, she’s not gonna mark someone down because she doesn’t like them. meredith just handed in a bad essay).
meredith gets her grade back and is livid. she tells tara that she’s wrong and her paper was way better than the C she’d been given. and tara laughs because yep meredith is a little entitled and walks off with a “it’s not my fault you aren’t paying attention in class”
and meredith thinks fuck you and then starts working her ass of to get better grades, and tara just watches her with a smirk throughout lessons which makes meredith twitch.
she starts getting better, her grades rising and she looses the entitled chip and eventually goes to tara for help on a bit of work she doesn’t understand and they start studying together because they both like the company and meredith loves listening to tara talk about her research…
even after the class has ended (meredith gets an A, naturally) they continue to study together, now friends and then they start sleeping together because lesbianism. it doesn’t last long, it fizzles out and they both move on with fond memories and no hard feelings.
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fleursdesmorts · 2 years
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uhlys · 11 months
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the sexci urge to make this blog look nice but i'm balls deep into this vash wip that if i stop working on it for too long i just know i'm gonna lose motivation to keep working on it *cries*
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expelliarmus · 7 months
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I don't believe in destiny, but if destiny exists, then it is heading for Donna Noble.
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probablyhuntersmom · 2 years
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"Oh no.
Blondie? Kiddo..??"
(Me practicing Hunter's new hairdo + making use of movie/TV scenes that keep repeating in my head, y'all get to suffer with me) Belos tries to punish my two faves one last time: the one who defied him the most with wild magic, and the nephew who turned against him.
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breachofpromise · 2 months
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mobius says loki’s name warmly, full of mirth, savouring it by drawing out the vowel like it’s something sweet. loki says mobius’ name like he’s gasping for air, and the word is his lifeline - his only way of getting oxygen.
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siriusly-the-best-bi · 9 months
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wow so I have like 3 analysis in progress that touch on this topic but I really need to just talk about it rn with its own spotlight.
Aziraphale has this entire life that he's built for himself on earth, after armageddon he's thriving. When we catch up with him in Season 2 his first scene is literally him going to check in with one of his tenants, and throughout the season we see that he has a decent relationship with nearly Everyone on the block. He has an entire life for himself all hashed out and pretty.
Crowley... does not. His cold open in Season 2 is back in St. James park, checking in with Shax, finding out the gossip on Hell. He doesn't have his apartment, he only has his Bentley and the few plants he could fit in it. He doesn't have any other human friendships. His entire life and everything he loves to do is built entirely around Aziraphale.
This is something that I just find so fucking thrilling because when it comes to their characters and where exactly they are in their arcs right now, it's essentially like looking into a mirror.
Aziraphale knows exactly who he is when he's on his own. He nurtures his own relationships with humans he sees often, he's a nice landlord, he loves books and classical music, and hot cocoa. But, Aziraphale still holds onto the ideals of heaven. He still cares about doing good and being forgiving. He still cowers and jumps at the opportunity to help heaven, not because he wants to but because he's supposed to because he's still an angel.
Crowley has nothing. He has his car, which he drives to a secluded location to park every night, only to drive it right back in the morning. He's only even vaguely recognizable because people associate him with Aziraphale and this is fine for him, he could care less. He doesn't really need to know who he is or process his traumas, why would he when he can put all his attention and focus and love and care directly into Aziraphale? His friend, who has always been his friend, the one person who has always stood by him. Who cares about heaven and hell, he has Aziraphale.
When we finally see them on their own and without the influences of their head offices, we see the opposite of what we'd expect, and nearly the opposite of the outcome we see in episode 6. Crowley is the one constantly checking in with Hell (wether he likes it or not), and Aziraphale is the one who's living care free without even thinking about heaven. When he does something good that he wants to report, he just calls Crowley.
this whole dance of Crowley not knowing who he is without Aziraphale and Aziraphale knowing who he is fundamentally but not knowing how to break free from the confines of Heaven that stop him from truly embracing Crowley in the end, it's just so delicious.
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pyjamacryptid · 11 months
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Wait wait wait wait I’m on the precipice of something here: The spider that bit Miles was an anomaly, sure, but it still happened, which made it part of his canon …right? Miles being an anomaly is canon. His canon in its entirety is an anomaly. It’s an oxymoron, a paradox, a full circle. ‘There’s always a first time for everything.’
I don’t know exactly where I’m going with this but… (flaps hands) YKNOW???
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eternallyhyucks · 17 days
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your type | choi beomgyu (fluff, wc: 481)
— note: hi :D got super bored and have been real obsessed w beomgyu lately so here is this,, not proofread at all btw LOL
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𖤐 ྀ
“okay don’t look now but the guy across the room looks like exactly like your type”
slightly looking up, you see the prettiest boy you’d ever laid your eyes on. you turn your head to look at your friend, taehyun, and both of your eyes widen as you smile.
taehyun picks up his phone and starts typing up a message for you.
“you have to go talk to him, y/n”
you see your phone light up and pick it up while looking at him confused.
“oh my god i can’t do that” you type back
“why not”
“because i can’t😭 i never can it’s too embarassing”
“WHO CARES”
“ME”
taehyun puts his phone down and looks up, sighing.
“y/n please” he said shaking his head, “when will you get this chance again, he’s very much your type”
you think for a little bit before saying, “hmm fine let’s go.” you stand up and taehyun looks at you with a blank stare.
“come on before i change my mind”
the two of you stood up and slowly made your way towards the pretty boy and his (also pretty) friend. as you got closer, the boy turned his head to look over at you.
“fuck he’s looking at us” you whisper to taehyun
“yeah he’s looking at me because we’re friends” he said with a smirk.
you stopped walking. “what-”
“TAEHYUN” you were cut off by the two boys calling your friend’s name.
confused, you quickly walked to catch up to them. after quickly glaring at taehyun, you smile at the two other boys.
“hi i’m y/n, nice to meet you”
the second pretty boy spoke up first. “i’m yeonjun, this is beomgyu”
pursing his lips, the first pretty boy, who is now called beomgyu, says, “i can speak for myself, thank you very much, but yes i am pretty hi beomgyu- no i am beomgyu hi y/n”
taehyun rolls his eyes, “nice job beomgyu i think that was one”
“i tried” beomgyu laughs.
you smile brightly at him and say, “it was pretty corny but i probably wouldn’t have said anything better”
“oh did you come over to flirt with me?” he teases.
“well no-”
“she did” taehyun chimes in.
“i did NOT, he’s the one that told me i should come over in the first place” you shoot him yet another glare.
ignoring it again, he continues, “yeah and why did i say it? you think i should tell him?”
“tell me what” beomgyu said smiling.
“tell you nothing! hey you wanna get some pretzels, i saw they made fresh ones when we were walking in” you say changing the subject and starting to walk away.
beomgyu follows you, “tell me what, hey wait slow down TELL ME WHAT!!!”
taehyun and yeonjun, now sitting down next to each other, watch as the two of you walked out laughing.
“we’re good”
“too good”
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elsaqueenofstress · 2 years
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DELICIOUS OR IMPRESSIVE? DELICIOUS IS IMPRESSIVE.
the bear / james baldwin / barry jenkins / sam sifton / joan tierney / ella risbridger / joyce carol oates / cesar chavez / ruby tandoh / aimee nezhukumatathil / jenny slate / sue zhao / ron padgett / christopher citro / crystal wilkinson / joy harjo
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oswinsdolma · 1 year
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the bbc merlin writers actually went so hard when they decided "actually no, magic isn't some grotesque perversion of the natural order, it is nature itself" because like. it would have been so easy to write merlin's internal conflict as one between the inherent evil of magic and the good of humanity, to put arthur in the right for his persecution and to turn merlin into some kind of doomed hero within himself, but no. because in the end, magic had very little to do with anything, it was just something that was there. morgana didn't turn evil because she was magic, she did because she was scared and angry and manipulated. merlin doesn't wait for arthur because of the promise of a golden age, at least not really; he does it because he loves arthur and wants him back. in the disiir episode, if it had only ever been about restoring magic to camelot, merlin should have sacrificed arthur in a heartbeat for the promise of magic's legalisation. hell, even mordred didn't kill arthur because of his views on magic, he did so because arthur took away the person he loved. like yeah it's a fantasy show and magic is a massive part of that world, but in the end it was a story about people, and all the hopes and dreams within it are deeply and tragically human, and that's what makes it a good story, what keeps us going apeshit over it even ten years after it ended. in a way, there are two shows in the same way there are two merlins: one about magic, "emrys" and the other about friendship, and like merlin, the audience has to choose which one we should care about most. and every time, we make the same choice as he did: we, however foolishly, choose humanity. we sob at the tragic trajectory and scream as we see destiny gathering traction, but isn't that the point of tragedy?? if we followed logic over emotion, tragedy would never take place, but equally, if we followed logic over emotion, the idea of tragedy itself would become lost to obselescebce. the whole point of the show is to tell us that "no, we can't define things as one or the other, because anything with meaning exists as something more complex, because to give something meaning is to perceive it with a human gaze". magic may be a force of nature, but good and evil are ideas perpetuated by our innate, incurable humanity, and it is here we have a choice. we can't choose our destinies but we can choose from which direction to embrace it, and that's a surprisingly radical, beautiful thing.
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