alice… alice alice alicOkay let me get my thoughts in order

the way sam knows to go to her. celia couldn't find any more clues and he said he'd probably give up and take alice's advice to leave it alone, but then he goes to the one person who said to leave it alone and asks her to go with him. and he knows, right? he has to know that she would say yes, right?

and like. teddy implies she still has a bit of a crush on him and she jokingly threatens to throw him in the thames for it. (alice has friends. teddy and colin both get along with her well. how come in the first episode she sounded so unconvincing when teddy said they would stay in touch? what was up with that, alice?) it's not that sam is the one person her social life revolves around; far from it, actually. and we know she is level-headed we know she knows enough to stay away from the "magnus protocol" and the institute ruins. she still agrees to go with him.

she knows the danger, and yet—i don't know. i'm biased towards her being protective because [waves at other posts i have made on this subject] but it's just. she's so loyal. sam must have dragged her into so many other midnight adventures out of curiosity. she must have gone along on every one.

we used to be

Cannot get over the end of the scene at The Globe. Aziraphale does such big puppy dog eyes at Crowley and Crowley almost looks like he expects it at this point, like yes okay fine you know you're cute and you can get me to do anything you want, I get it. I'll make people like Hamlet but only because if I said no to you I think my heart would stop. What ever.

I might have said this before but the nature of the iterator’s very existence is honestly horrifying. They do not die easily, and that is an understatement. Even in submerged superstructure, as the rain approaches, Moon’s siren still wails, with no one to alert but herself of her impending fate. A siren, crushed beneath hundreds of millions of pounds of water and metal, is still functional, screaming for no one. In the Saint campaign, parts of Pebbles’ structure are still active, producing steam and heat deep within despite being mangled beyond recognition, despite being fucking eaten alive. Do you think Sliver endured the same? No Significant Harassment? Suns? Chasing Wind? Without proper maintenance, it’s inevitable, and all they can do is sit idly and listen to their structures creak and groan, wondering when they’ll come crashing down.

An iterator’s death is not swift, it is agonizing, a drawn out whimper, a last punishment for daring to defy their creators. They weren’t designed to transcend, and it drives them mad.

yeah sorry, i can't hang out today, i'm too busy thinking about stede bonnet ofmd being so entirely worn down by a life of repression and bullying and suffocating expectations for so so long only to finally get a taste of joy and love and freedom, and how his own doubt and guilt almost cause him to lose everything and condemn himself to a life of unhappiness, and how the realization of his love and newfound understanding of the breadth of the life he's given up fundamentally change him, and how he kills himself and is reborn as a man who will fight with every ounce of himself to claw out room in his life for that happiness, and how that happiness has a name and his name is ed. yeah it's gonna be all day, sorry.

Re:vale's anniversary story translations

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

and i never realized this until now, but all i ever wanted... was a friend.

2003 / 2006 / 2022

qphil unknowingly interrupting a date and thirdwheeling and vs qphil not wanting to be alone after the derealization moment vs qfit knowing this and not wanting to leave his friend alone vs qfit wanting his dungeon date w/pac

2 days to go! Day 4 - Fave Trope/AU

That's right I can't go a day without thinking about college au, coffee shop au, enemies to lovers slowburn 100k word, will they wont they oh god their pinkies touched—

@413countdown

[Spotlight on the stars of the show.]

Batman (1940) #436

Sorry I've been sending a lot of asks but the brainrots real

Just imagining Moose holding his mom crying

"Please don't leave me.. I can't take anyone else leaving.." he sobbed

"Never baby.. Never."

And suddenly he's a kit in the nursery again, leaning into his mothers fur.. :(

They've gone through so much heart break together..

-🐁

:(

[id: a drawing of my fursona, a shark-tiger, wearing a shirt with text on it reading "same time loop different cage" end id.]

doing this to my brother now whenever he visits as i try to figure out what i wld look like on T

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Jamil loved Azul. He loved him so much. He was his boyfriend, his love, his habibi. His. Azul was his and he was Azul’s. 

Azul was his. No one else’s, his. His boyfriend. He got to hug him, to kiss him, to love him. 

He doesn’t know what he’d do if someone tried to take him. He knew it was illogical, selfish of him to want Azul all to himself, to doubt his loyalty. But he wasn’t afraid of Azul cheating, or leaving, he was afraid of someone trying to take the only thing that was truly his. Even if it made him a hypocrite.

And he hated how hypocritical it made him. He despised being owned, yet he expected Azul to be fine with it. It was shameful. 

But, he also didn’t want to own Azul. Azul was his own person, he’d never tell him what to do or what to say. He just wanted Azul to be his.

His, the only thing the Asims can’t touch. Kalim can’t have him. Azul was his only escape, the only place he felt equal, where for a moment, the world felt like it wasn’t black and white, master and servant. That he could be important.

Azul’s love was nothing like anything he’d ever expected before. It was surprising and new and wonderful. Azul always made sure he felt cared for, respected, adored. He didn’t need a schools obedience, he didn’t need endless praise from faceless masses, he just needed Azul’s sweet nothings whispered in his ear.

Azul filled the void in Jamil’s heart. The one that wanted revenge, wanted what Kalim had. He filled it with the adoration he’d craved for years, and sealed it with kisses that melted his anger away.

It’s why he wanted him to himself. He wanted Azul alone. He wanted his everything, his joy, his misery, his love, his attention, he wanted it all. Jamil wanted it all and gave him as much as he could. Every bit of Jamil that wasn’t ripped from his hands for the Asims was given to Azul. It was the least he could do. He made him food and made sure he ate and listened to all of his business issues and tried to do all of the mermaid things right. He did everything to make sure Azul understood the depths of his feelings.

Jamil knew his jealousy ran deep. Just thinking about Azul with someone else made his blood boil. (He couldn’t bear the idea of losing him, you see. Azul was the only one who chose him, even after everything he’d done.) when they were in public, he stayed close to Azul, hovering around him. Maybe touch his waist, along his spine, if he was feeling extra confident, even a kiss on the cheek or neck. In private, he held Azul on his lap tightly, digging his nails in his curls. He’d leave marks where no one could normally see them, just to tell whatever brave souls that ventured close enough that Azul was /taken/. (He may have also taken comfort in the fact that only he knew where they were.)

When he’d told Azul about his feelings, about his shame, Azul had just kissed his forehead and held him tight, whispering “I’m all yours,” to him over and over again. Later, Azul told him about mer culture and relationships. Apparently, what he felt was surprisingly common. Most species weren’t monogamous, but more often than not, their human counterparts were. The process was long and ritual, involving hunts and gifts and dances that Jamil wished he knew. But one part of mer culture was almost universal. The desire to claim someone as taken.

It’s why Azul took Jamil’s possessiveness in stride. His mother was the same way (and, by extension, so was Azul. He wasn’t nearly as obvious though.) and he’d be mad to not enjoy the way Jamil curled his hand around his waist whenever he was stressed. He didn’t mind being Jamil’s, because to him, being Jamil’s was a blessing. To have the man he’d spent so long pining over turn around and want him in the way that made his octopus side squeal in joy? It felt fake. So he’d continue to lean into every touch, brag about Jamil every moment, allow him to pull him down on his lap, to let him mark him up.

Because Azul loved how Jamil was possessive. The way Jamil had decked that poor soul who’d tried to touch his waist. The way Jamil always used his pet names for him every moment he felt eyes watching him. He wanted more, he wanted to show everyone how he’d snagged the prettiest man in their school and how he was obsessed with him, how much he loved every bit of him. How much Jamil was his.