Another post just reminded me of an important PSA
Sokka is a better Ron Weasley and Xander Harris than Ron Weasley and Xander Harris ever were
Katara is a better Hermione Granger and Willow Rosenberg than Hermione Granger and Willow Rosenberg ever were
Zuko is a better Draco Malfoy than Draco Malfoy ever was canonically, but Spike is pretty great, even though yes, okay, we know, Zuko's redemption arc will always be superior
fight me
92 notes
·
View notes
Louis with his ‘I don’t remember any of this’, Daniel clearly remembering only bits and pieces of his first encounter with loumand…… well I guess Armand is the only one in that Dubai building who doesn’t have memory problems (until proven otherwise)
47 notes
·
View notes
ttrpgs fuck you up
everyone says “try out dnd”, including me but dude believe me, dnd fucks you up, ttrpgs fuck you up
there’s this person in your head and you can only scream about them to the other five idiots with their own little guys in their heads
and sometimes you can’t even scream at them because first you have to reveal the backstory you came up with and you don’t want to do that immediately
ttrpgs fuck you up because they make you daydream about your little guy and what happened with them AND YOU CAN’T STOP THE THOUGHTS
try out dnd (or any other ttrpg), they say… but what they don’t say is that it’s all emotional damage
and the worst part of it is that you enjoy every fucking minute of that emotional damage
ttrpgs fuck you up.
12 notes
·
View notes
@beatingheart-bride
"Emily-!" Randall cried out, but before he could follow after her, bound and determined to stay by her side, his father reached out to stop him, saying gently, "Let her go, lad. Let her go."
"Wil?!" June hissed in bewilderment at her husband's actions, looking from him, to the departing Emily, then back to Wilhelm; as soon as their daughter-in-law-to-be had shut the heavy door behind her, she raised her voice, snapping, "What the hell do you think you're doing? You're really going to let her go out and face that monster by herself?!"
"No, Junie, no," Wilhelm assured her quickly, letting Randall go (at which his son immediately rushed to the window, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for the two vampires, knowing he couldn't bear not to watch, no matter how agonizing it'd be); pressing a quick kiss to his wife's cheek, he moved to grab the chair he'd been eyeing. With one solid swing against the doorframe, the chair was smashed to pieces, leaving the legs scattered across the ground.
"We're not gonna let Emily face that bloodsucker all by herself," he said, pulling out his pocket knife as he picked up one of the legs, moving quickly to begin carving the end into a point. "But if we're gonna do this, we're gonna play it smart. We're gonna take that vamp by surprise, and with any luck, we'll give Emily a fighting chance to give her attacker a little payback."
Picking up quickly on his meaning, June and Randall moved to pick up the other legs.
7 notes
·
View notes