#these two kill me

[verygoodcomments]

#youtube #verygoodcomments #THESE TWO KILL ME #personal favourite #BURNING WORM...?! #WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'ROUND'

[cazzyf1]

Mon Ami Mate 💔

#these two kill me #the fact that mike saw peter die #that that interview was done the moment he arrived back in England trying to take louise to peters parents #how he broke down at the end of the interview #and how he died just five months later after peter died #on his way to see louise #god it hurts #mike hawthorn #peter collins #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1

[wannabe-starstruck]

Light spoilers (I think) for p5s and PQ2

I firmly believe ryuji came out to futaba for some reason. That's the only reason I have for her to act like that

Ryuji to kanji: sorry

Futaba: are you gonna kiss?

Ryuji to Akira: nice breakfast

Futaba: not the marriage proposal

Ryuji to any man: hi

Futaba: you're soooo gay it's not even funny

#ryuji sakamoto #futaba sakura #persona 5 #these two kill me

[thedeviousdevilxx]

Slash & Duff, “Paradise City”, Nassau Coliseum 1991

#Slash #Duff McKagan #Guns n Roses #GnR #these two kill me

[mari-lair]

I would like to see more of Trust is a two edged knife 👀👀👀

Their relationships is super underrated 👌

YES! THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT THE BOYS MAAGI :D

Trust Is A Two Edged Knife is a hanakou fic that follows canon. I started writing it cause their relationship makes me insane and no one talks about it, they are indeed super underrated.

I am the most excited to write the young exorcist arc! Both because I usually write in the pov of people that dislike Hanako, so it’s refreshing to write Hanako’s pov and make Teru looks more terrifying than pathetic, and because that's when Hanako starts to truly trust Kou which is so precious to me.

Here is a snippet

#tbhk #hanakou #these two kill me #i miss them

[shivunin]

And Eat It, Too

Arianwen had plenty to do; there was no reason to be stopping outside the bakery in Denerim. It was just that—well, she remembered standing here with her mother once. They hadn’t been able to afford such fine pastries then, but now…now she had a belt pouch jingling with the money of dead men and little to buy with it. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to…to buy just a little something? She could even share. Yes; it could be like team building. Or—

“Something you need?” Wynne asked beside her and Arianwen straightened abruptly. 

“No. Nothing. Nevermind.”

“What—” the mage began, but as she spoke a lean girl erupted from the shop, quick as a fox in the woods. The baker was right on her heels, his face red, a cloth waving from one hand. 

“Come back here you—!” he shouted, but it was too late. The little elven girl, blonde pigtails uneven on either side of her head, had already darted around a corner and vanished. 

“Agh!” the man shouted, drawing up short and propping one fist on his hip, “Wretch of a girl.”

He noticed the four of them then, and his eyes narrowed. 

“Something I can help you with?” he asked, his tone suggesting that there was nothing he could help them with. All at once, Wen felt dusty and small again, as small as the girl running away. What was it about Denerim that took away every ounce of her strength? What was it about being home that forced her to remember how she’d been before she left?

“No,” she told the baker coldly, eyeing him in the way most tended to find unnerving, and turned away. The others were exchanging a look; she could tell even without looking. That was not her problem. Let them look however they wanted; she wasn’t going to explain herself.  

It had been a foolish idea anyway. 

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Arianwen had a headache, she wanted to go to bed, and she hadn’t seen Zevran in hours. 

How annoying that she’d gotten used to finding him before she went to bed. When had that happened? How had it crept up on her? She scowled at the fire now, aware that everyone else could see her mood very plainly, and abruptly stood. 

“Night,” she spat at the fire, and Alistair, who’d been sharpening his sword on the other side of the fire, winced. 

“Ah—g’night! Sleep tight! Don’t let the—ow! What was that for, I was only…”

His voice trailed off as she walked away, but she’d already stopped paying attention anyway. 

What was the use of a paramour, she wondered sourly, if he wasn’t going to be around when she needed to work out her frustrations?

She thrust the flap of her tent open, ducked inside, and paused. Her tent ought to have been empty. She hadn’t seen anyone go inside. And yet…

Zevran lay over her bedroll, propped on one elbow. He looked entirely too satisfied with himself, his teeth gleaming in the firelight that shone through the open tent flap, one leg propped up at an angle. 

“Good evening, mi vida,” he said, “I expected you a bit earlier, but do not worry; I will not hold your lateness against you.”

Wen stared at him, outraged, and in her shock it took her a moment to realize that the dim thing set in front of him was, in fact, a platter full of tiny, frilly cakes. 

The precise ones she’d been staring at earlier, to be precise. 

“You…? How—But you weren’t even there!” Wen said, eyes skipping between his smug expression and the pile of pink and white cakes. 

“I know,” he said mournfully, “Can you believe that the giant had to tell me about them?”

“Sten?” she said, perhaps a touch louder than necessary because a deep voice answered her. 

“Yes? What is it?”

“Nothing—nevermind,” she called over her shoulder and stepped the rest of the way into the tent. 

“But why?” she said, reaching out to touch the uppermost cake and thinking better of it at the last moment. 

“Because you wanted them,” Zevran said, sitting up and pushing himself back on the mat, “And you did not have them.” 

Wen shrugged off her leather armor, leaving her in only her leggings and tunic, and then she sat across from him with her legs crossed. 

“That’s not an answer,” she told him, frowning. 

In the shadows, it was harder to tell what he was thinking. That was annoying, but not unexpected. She might’ve fetched a lantern from outside—only Leliana had quietly told her that lighting the tent from within meant that everyone else could see their silhouettes quite clearly. The rest of them hearing she and Zevran was one thing—it could hardly be avoided, given the close quarters—but seeing was one step too far. 

That it left her in the dark now, literally and figuratively, was…unfortunate. 

“Of course it is,” he told her, and he moved in the shadows. 

A moment later, something pressed softly to her bottom lip. 

“Try,” he told her, “I ate one on my way back and I feel they were quite worth the trouble of stealing them.”

Wen breathed in through her nose. The cake smelled of berries, of honey and sugar and summertime. It smelled like all the things she’d never had as a child, all the things she’d never thought to seek for herself as an adult. 

Zevran held steady when she opened her mouth and took a bite, her upper lip brushing against his thumb as she did so. It was sweet; almost too sweet, save the burst of tartness from the berries. She made a soft noise, which might, to the lascivious, be called a moan, and heard his answering laugh in the dark. 

“Good, yes?” he asked, “I took an assortment while the man was chasing some elf-child down the street. Any shopkeep in Antiva would tell him the foolishness of such a thing. Why, it used to be my job to annoy the—”

“Hush,” she said, and leaned over the platter to kiss him, her lips still tasting of sugar and berries. After a moment, she felt the slide of his tongue over her lower lip, licking the rest of the sweetness from her skin. 

“Thank you,” she told him, “No—don’t tell me another story. Thank you; you didn’t have to do this, and you did. That means something.”

“I—” he sighed, and his breath brushed lightly over her chin, “Yes. You are…welcome.”

“Mmm,” she said in acknowledgement, and trailed her fingers down his arm to his wrist, lifting the rest of the cake to her mouth. 

“One kiss for every bite,” she told him once she’d swallowed, and felt his cheek curve under her fingers. 

“Is that the price for such things in Ferelden?” he said, his nose nudging hers, “Hmm. Perhaps I might have waited for the baker to come back, then. He was not so bad-looking, after all.”

Wen snorted faintly and pressed her mouth to his again, her fingertips tracing the smile she couldn’t see on his face. It was a good kiss, a long kiss, one or the other tilting their head to go on touching whenever it might have ended naturally instead. When she finally broke away and both of them were breathing a little harder, she felt him shift. 

“You know,” he said, “there are plenty more right here if you would like to do that again.”

Arianwen snorted, but turned to taste the next—and he was right. 

They were delicious.

(For day 2 of @14daysdalovers: Frilly Cakes (prompts here). I want you to know that Zev stole an assortment of flavors, and that when she was done she put them outside the tent for the others to eat....somewhere else. On the other side of camp. c: )

#14dalovers #14dalovers2023 #day 2 frilly cakes #dao #arianwen tabris #zevran arainai #warden tabris #zevran x tabris #zevran x warden #zevwarden #da fanfic #my writing #zevwen #this is my favorite one i've written for this thing so far #these two kill me #shivunin scrivening

[7kylian]

#just another heated argument skfldlf #these two kill me #eduardo camavinga #aurelien tchouameni #edf #french nt

[insurged]

 ❛   i wouldn’t drink that if i were you ( @truethes )… unless your taste buds are dead.    ❜

#truethes #his dry sense of humor kills me #but this is for neuvillete :3c #these two kill me #* ⟢ WRIOTHESLEY ( ic )

[bevy-of-humanity]

😂🥹❤️

#seattle kraken #kailer yamamoto #pierre edouard bellemare #these two kill me #4th line shenanigans

[wanderer-moonchild]

I reeeeally want to talk more about Diluc and Kaeya. 

I was waiting for the Hidden Strife event to see if we'd learn more about them, and even though we did, it didn't change my previous thoughts.

I'm excited to see what hyv has planned for them now that we know a lot about their past. They can focus on developing their characters in the present and I think they'll influence each other's development a lot. Here’s another long essay.

Diluc’s worldview change

Imo, Diluc's character development depends on him changing his worldview. I'm impressed with how much he's healed and matured over the years, but he’s still too focused on destroying evildoers, as he says. From his voice-overs and previous lines in quests, he’s borderline paranoid and feels like he needs to constantly watch his back.

So, what does his character need to grow?

I base my opinion solely on his miscellany video (lol), where Dainsleif says “if he were to face the same evil that I once did, would he still hold fast to his resolve?”. If that isn’t foreshadowing I don’t know what is.

Diluc now seems to be more focused on fighting the Abyss Order than the Fatui, and the Abyss Order is made of cursed people from Khaenri'ah. How will Diluc react when he learns the truth about them?

He's a righteous person, so I don't think he'd just shrug it off and be like ‘evil is evil’.

What would Diluc do if he learned that his enemies might not be as evil as he thought, and the gods are actually pretty shady? Would he continue to hold on to his values or would he begin to doubt himself or even the world he lives in? His internal conflict would make for a VERY interesting story.

I think that this confrontation of values might be triggered by Kaeya, especially by his supposed betrayal. 

The two of them get along considerably well, and Kaeya apparently is one of Diluc’s strongest bonds. It’s kind of sad, actually. He seems unable to develop strong relationships with others because he's too dedicated to his duty. His other relationships feel very professional in comparison to Kaeya’s.

But back to betrayal.

If Kaeya betrayed everyone, it would create a good conflict between them. Diluc would be angry and confused and would completely lose his trust in Kaeya for a while. But he'd probably reevaluate his beliefs and opinions about Kaeya once he learned the truth about Khaenri'ah. 

He'd go from being someone who sees evil everywhere (a mindset he developed after his father's death that still seems to be very present in him) to someone who understands that sometimes what seems to be a threat isn't a threat at all, and what appears to be harmless (the gods) is actually a threat.

Also, by understanding Kaeya’s motivations and forgiving him for his actions, they would be able to become close again, and the strongest bond in Diluc’s life would be saved.

I do think that Diluc and Kaeya will eventually fight each other again as a throwback to their first fight, but this time they’ll be on equal ground. And if Kaeya and Pierro actually have a connection... We'll get some high-quality angst!!!

Kaeya’s ‘betrayal’

Kaeya has a lot of things going on, but what does his character really needs story-wise? Mostly, to figure out which side he is on and to be accepted. 

So far, he was rejected simply for being who he is, and now he's wearing a mask to hide the real him. It would be wholesome to see everyone understanding that Kaeya lied about his identity bc he was in a difficult position. His character would finally receive the acceptance he needs. 

But I don’t think this will happen for two reasons. 

A) The threat he made to Venti in Windblume Festival. If he’s 100% on Mondstadt’s side, why would he threaten their archon? It’s not clear what Kaeya thinks about the gods, but threatening one definitely shows he is not as fond of them. Although he loves Mond, he still went out of his way to create an elaborate plan just to deliver a few ominous words to Venti.

B) His reaction to Crepus’ death.  Kaeya was surprised to see that even someone as good as him would use an evil power. He was all like “oh, how fascinating” lol So, what is stopping him, who is far from righteous, from doing the same thing?

Since Kaeya doesn't mind doing questionable things to achieve his goals and doesn't care what others think when he acts shady, it would be no problem for him to act like a villain to get what he wants.

I personally believe that Kaeya will "betray" Mond to protect the city and his loved ones. By ‘choosing Khaenri’ah’, he will be able to protect Mond and carry his clan’s plans, whatever they are. 

Besides, thanks to his confrontation with Diluc, Kaeya would probably think he deserves everyone’s resentment and anger. He might think ‘well, everyone will hate me when they find out the truth, so I might as well play the part’ and try to save Mond behind the scenes as he usually does.

Diluc, Jean and co. coming to accept him after his betrayal would be more meaningful bc they’d know his identity, his reasons and his dilemma with the divine and accept him anyway.

Diluc's acceptance would be especially important to him, of course. Kaeya would be able to accept himself wholeheartedly if the person he cares about the most accepts him as he is.

Anyway, these are guesses based on what we know so far. 

There are still many things that can happen to Kaeya’s character: Is he cursed? Does he know about the curse? Does he care? Will he have a face off with his father? Does he like the gods? Will he confront the gods? Will he be affected by the Fatui and the Abyss Order’s actions since he’s from Khaenri’ah? Can he abandon his duties without remorse when he knows that not only his clan but also his people who've turned into monsters will be affected?

Diluc’s character can be more involved with Fatui stuff. Even though he seems to have found closure through revenge, he's unlikely to stop tracking them down and wouldn't hesitate to stop any nefarious plans, so he might get in trouble a lot.

#diluc #kaeya #ragbros #these two kill me #also i am not a diluc expert so my reasoning might be a little off #genshin theories #genshin headcanons #genshin thoughts #long post #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr

[spectrum-color]

Fitz hyped up on elfbark cake asking the Fool to make a Skill link with him, and the Fool saying it’s extremely tempting but he can’t take advantage of Fitz’s altered state like that, makes it extremely obvious that it’s a sexual metaphor

#rote readthrough #realm of the elderings #rote #fitzchivalry farseeer #the fool #fitzloved #the fool turning down his offer even as he wants to #is legit like someone reluctantly declining the advances of their drunk date #these two kill me #tawny man spoilers

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

#batman #batfam #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #dc comics #icb i posted this w/o tags the first time #what is wrong w me #superman: where do you find these kids #bruce: they just show up tbh #especially tim. he LITERALLY just showed up #anyone: so which one is really robin? #bruce: they are all really robin. #bruce: dick wanted to kill a man. #jason tried hijacking my tires in CRIME ALLEY. #tim just appeared and made himself robin that was NOT me #stephanie also wanted to kill a man. #damian did kill a man. or two. #YOU try to parent these kids then come back to me clark

[akumanoken]

When Souji likes the punk anime boy "HAAAAH??" except it's Nao bc he does that when he's annoyed shgfhdf (fatestouch)

@fatestouch

"Nao, omg stop being sexy~~" Souji giggled, leaning on his bestie. "How am I supposed to function when you're being so hot, huh??"

#Anonymous #these two kill me #Nao #fatestouch

[sergle]

the threshold has been crossed, it is now springtime!!

#sergle art #artists on tumblr #illustration #body posi #fat art #body positive #stretch marks #heey it's chboy. skinny penits. i haven't killed myself i SWEAR. i'm still in my cave and i still draw #i hope you like the pieces because i really liked doing the more stylized flowers on the first two #like that actually gave me so much enjoyment doing the flowers that way on miss blue hair

[weeping-gospels]

I had a moment to shatter Betty’s strength and ran with it during the session and I was actually sobbing during the talk

she broke down hard after realizing the fog fucks with just about everything including time so the flashbacks they got of Vinny weren’t recent — it was two god damn years ago and now EVERYTHING is confusing and who knows where the fuck she is now. the party was thinking everything the fog gave them was recent. nah, everything it gave us was from two fucking years ago.

So she starts. BAWLING on her closest friend. Sobbing how there’s no point anymore, that she doesn’t want to be the strong one anymore, that she wants to give up and leave. That she’s ALWAYS the guardian for people and no one is ever the guardian for her because she has to be the strong beast. And he’s reassuring her that she’s not alone, he’s here, and if she were to leave than he would terribly miss her — because she’s grown on him whether he likes it or not. This is the comic relief smartass comments character too so these rare moments of comfort is just UGH

He’s sharing how he just has to move on in life like when his child died in his arms slowly and revivify didn’t work because they didn’t want to come back and Betty shares how Pasky, the youngest ratfolk, also died slowly in her arms while she begged the townsfolk to help her and she got framed for her murder due to being in her beast form covered in blood,,thEY CLINK CUPS TO TERRIBLE PARENTS

She admits that she wants to be a knight for the ratfolk and a knight for Vinny

THEN BOTH ARE SOBBING IN A TIGHT EMBRACE IN THE BACK OF THE CARRIAGE FUCK ME

#out of the keep #character: vistani!betty 🐀 #these two kill me #this scene killed me