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jiangyanlissidepiece · 9 months
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Little Harry: what were you and Papa like when you first met?
James, smiling: we instantly hit it off!
Regulus: uh, no. I threatened to rip out your eyes and feed them to you.
James: ah, but that was when I knew you were the one.
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amethysttribble · 2 months
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Father had personally asked Feanor to stand for this portrait, so he was. Father had quietly suggested that perhaps this could be a painless exercise, which did not actually mean ‘painless’ but rather ‘silent’ for Feanor, but he agreed. Father told him this painting did not symbolize anything but his own desire to have a record of all his available loved ones around him, and Feanor was trying to see it that way- for the sake of his own sanity.
Because his stomach was roiling, and there was a heaviness in his chest, a great emptiness which his heart was pounding against, echoing, echoing, echoing.
Father had one hand on Feanor’s shoulder and the other was upon Indis’s. She was sat in front of them, smiling beautifully, little golden-haired Arafinwe in her lap. Around them, her three dark-haired children were gathered. Findis on Father’s other side, Nolofinwe with her, and Lalwen in front of Feanor.
To the unaware eye, Feanor knew, they must all look like they matched. Like they went together correctly. Like a family.
When the portrait was complete and those dark haired children were gathered around the mother and father, who would guess that one child was out of place? Who might glance at all that paint representing their faces and think anything but-
You could almost be her son, Feanor thought, and then his mind replied, But you’re not.
He was so still and he dared not move, because if he did, he’d never get back in place. If Feanor flinched once, the sharp, jagged pieces of him that never fit right in this puzzle would scratch one of them. They’d be annoyed and that would be it: he’d combust in anger, he’d shatter across the floor, snapping and snarling at everyone unnecessarily until he ruined their perfect little scene. Father said this might be a painless exercise. No, no; this was to be a silent, still exercise.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
How good a painter was this person Father hired? How varied his faces? Would he capture that Feanor’s nose resembled that of none of the people here? Could he represent that his frame was already different from his father and little half-brother’s?
Would he lie and throw a pleased smile on Feanor’s face? Not even Father had asked him to smile.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
Feanor’s presence made them fit together so symmetrically, maybe that was pleasing enough to hide the wrongness of this scene. Maybe that’s why Father made him come here today, the pretty scene. Why he asked him to suffer, even as the longer he stood here, the more and more Feanor felt like he was about to be sick all over the floor.
A ghost, a ghost, there was a ghost looming over their shoulders ruining this perfectly symmetrical scene. Couldn’t they feel her breathing down their necks, icy chill against sweat? Didn’t their perfectly posed heads feel her long, clever fingers wrapped lovingly around their necks?
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
Feanor’s gaze slipped down to the back of Indis’s head. Her beautiful golden hair. She didn’t wear a crown, this was a family portrait, and that felt worse. So much worse.
If he let his eyes unfocus and his mind wander, he could try to lie to himself that her hair was much lighter and the faces of the children around them more closely resembled his own. The woman in front of him loved him, and she fussed over his hair before they sat for this portrait, and he’d let her do it.
The worst part was Feanor did know that Indis would help him with the ties of his robes, if only he let her.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
She’s not, she’s not, she’s not. It was a simple statement of fact. It was scandal enough that the father replaced the wife, when one at least chose a wife, but what freak replaced his own mother?
What would the people who saw this portrait think? Would they see Finwe’s happy family or would they see Feanor’s blaring, uncomfortable intrusion upon what gods and men declared to be a better order of things? Father wanted him to belong here, but he didn’t.
He just didn’t.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
A painless exercise. Painless, painless, painless, for them. Silent, still Feanor, a happy accessory to the triumphant union of Finwe and Indis, a grateful stray dog permitted to drink from the bowls provided by Indis’s family.
This exercise was just meant to capture the image of all Finwe loved, nothing more. Don’t think too hard about it, Feanor. You might make the children unhappy.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
You should pretend you are, though. That’ll make them like you.
Because they did so disdain him, most of the time. They disliked how he glared at their mother and started fights at family dinners and ignored them in the hallways. Why shouldn’t they? Feanor would hate a person who did those things to his family, too.
He just couldn’t stop, though. He wanted to, sometimes, when the exhaustion and loneliness caught up, and then he remembered that he wasn’t Indis’s son and never would be, and remembering that made him angry. Wouldn’t it just be so damn convenient for them all if he was almost her son?
But he wasn’t.
He was Miriel’s son. That was her name. He had no portrait with her. He loved her.
He loved Miriel, but it was Indis he posed with and-
When the session was done, Feanor jerked away from his father and shoved his way past Lalwen. As he went, Indis looked up at him, caught his eye, and he couldn’t help the sneer that crossed his face.
He hoped that was painless enough for her.
When he returned to his chamber, he went to the wash room and heaved in the pot there. The gagging and retching made wetness prick his eyes, and the sudden tightness of throat made him choke all the harder. The sickness and heaving stayed long past when there was anything in his stomach to lose.
No one came. Feanor hoped maybe Father would, but really, why would he? Feanor had been mostly good, just a little rudeness wasn’t worth either reprimand or comfort.
No, they were together. Maybe admiring their portrait, happy and pleased, or complaining about his behavior again. Really, why couldnt that Curufinwe just accept nice things?
I need to get out of here, Feanor thought, face and body wet with both sweat and tears. I need to leave this place.
He was a good son, and he could do anything else his father wanted but betray his mother any more.
Feanor couldn’t pose as Indis’s son even a second longer. He would destroy himself, if he had to think one more time-
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
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staybeautifulmp3 · 3 months
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SUITS -> 3x16 “No Way Out”
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lygma-nygma · 8 hours
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Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.
#this post was inspired by me remembering the experience of reading death in the family#after only knowing the fanbase version and realizing oh none of that shit happened okay#like girl you don’t understand it’s so bad#Jason wasn’t even fired as Robin#He’s not accused of murdering anyone by Bruce#He’s not trying to prove himself at all he’s just looking for his mom#The reason Bruce didn’t go after him right away is because he was tracking down a goddamn nuke the Joker stole#Then after he finds it and handles the problem he helps Jason track down moms 2 and 3#Also Jason died in like 20 minutes?? even less??#He died in less time than it took his mother to smoke a cigarette#Bruce literally went ‘wait here I’ll be right back’ and was gone for less time than a trip to the grocery store#and then you go into the Jason Todd tag and they act like Bruce pulled the damn trigger on him#Like besties I don’t know how to tell you this he basically did everything right he possibly could have#Even him benching Jason from Robin temporarily happens so that he can get Jason into therapy about his trauma#Like the whole point is that neither of them did anything wrong bad shit just sometimes happens#That’s the tragedy. The drama.#Bruce couldn’t have made better choices in the position he was in and Jason was never going to make different ones#It was inevitable#Anyway rant over please read death in the family before I lose my mind#batfam#batman#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson#damian wayne#bruce wayne
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i remember making a post once that was like. geto is a Father but he’s mommy. and kenny is a Mother but he’s daddy. and i just wanted to say it again bc i was so CORRECT wow
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countess-of-edessa · 6 months
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scrolling through novena after novena choosing which saints i think would be most receptive to my frivolous little interpersonal problems
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ghostdrinkssoup · 10 months
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moriarty and sherlock are criminal x investigator written by straight people and hannibal and will are criminal x investigator written by gay people hope that helps
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bestworstcase · 6 months
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“this is a crutch” “this makes you weak” the only thing we know about mercury’s semblance is that his father stole it from him on these grounds.
marcus black was an assassin; mercury’s mother is evidently either long gone or dead.
ruby’s silver eyes mauled cinder immediately after cinder killed people. under the right circumstances they can hurt humans/faunus too. marcus killed people for a living.
silver eyes are not a well-known phenomenon; the legends exist but seem to be obscure (the only characters who’ve ever remarked on ruby having silver eyes are ozpin, his inner circle, maria, and salem’s inner circle). hereditary semblances are not unheard of. semblances also exist in bewildering variety. what i’m getting at here is it’s not out of the question for a lineage of silver-eyes to be out there thinking the light is a semblance.
mercury doesn’t have silver eyes now. but mercury (the god) is a psychopomp and mercury (the metal) is colloquially known as quicksilver and he had a semblance that was taken from him—or at least that’s what he believes happened.
(how old was he? and living alone with his father in that isolated cabin, would he have ever had the opportunity to learn otherwise than what marcus told him?)
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mattodore · 2 months
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good morning 😁
#these fly under the radar so i don’t even think i’ll need to delete them 🫶#once again tapping the 18+ in my description#river dipping#theodore doe#matthias evanoff#a burning house to live in#echthroi#ts4#ts4 edit#nsft#<- …well you can’t even really tell but duh#old screenshots obviously i just ran my psds through them and added blush on matthias’s ears and face#mattodore in their thirties… really makes you think#i gotta get back to updating all of their sims ik all of theo’s ages are up to date but matthias’s younger versions def need updated#would also be nice to revisit their parents#ik i want to redo theo’s parents entirely like i look back at them and just don’t see theo at all#and with theo i want it to be very clear he’s their son#vs. with matthias he’s the spitting image of his mother while his father looks like a stranger#…anyway.#jdgshvdnfbf tags completely unrelated to the post 😭 uhhh#amazed that this animation didn’t have any clipping#…i really don’t have anything else to say just thought this would be fun to share#i think i’m gonna get back in cas in a bit! most likely to actually do what i’m talking about in these tags and update their younger sims#and rework their parents#maybe i’ll finally redo that mattodore post i made with them and their parents… that really old one um….#god idek when it was from. it was after matthias’s birthday edits so late april early may last year?#the one where it’s like i could’ve wiped the blood off your face? or something to that effect#hm#i would probably have to edit the poses
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undertheredhood · 6 months
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don’t let jason todd ever find out about batjokes, he’d actually try to bury himself alive in his own grave
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isekyaaa · 4 months
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One thing I did not expect tho was how incredibly smooth Cornelius was in his side story with Leonore. u///u
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carefulfears · 1 year
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thinking about how the visions that jackson has of the end of the world are of mulder dying
and how he sends them to scully and “when i was in pain, i could share it…with this woman, i don’t know, she was maybe my birth mother” and “i have to find our son, you need him and i need you” and “my visions are from william. i don’t know how, but i know that he’s guiding me. and you.”
and how “scully and her boy have a bond beyond you, beyond science” but that bond, that link, has been utilized to warn her of how to save mulder, someone he hasn’t known since being held the day he was born, since being given a name that isn’t his anymore, but that he sees in his dreams. and he signals the only person he can, with that shared pain.
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luxurybrownbarbie · 1 month
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Diddy's two homes are being raided by the FBI as we speak and he's on the run,more or less. Ezili Dantor(the Haitian spirit that he has a back tattoo of) is beating his entire ASS right about now. And it's the least of what he deserves for all the fuckery he did throughout his life. Get his ass, Ezili!
First, I cannot believe he was even allowed to get within 500 feet of a plane, he was so obviously a flight risk!
Second, and most importantly, Cassie is so, so brave.
I cannot imagine how much strength it took for her to file her lawsuit. She had everything to lose and nothing to gain, and she did it anyway. I don’t know if the other survivors were warring with their decisions to come forward, but it seems clear that her bravery gave them the final push to finish filing their own lawsuits.
I cannot imagine the narcissism of being a man who repeatedly harms women and choosing to get a Haitian goddess who is seen as the protector of women tattooed on your entire back. She’s not looking out for you! And she’s not going to protect you if you’re at fault! Whichever grandmother tricked him into doing that is a genius and I hope she is basking in peace and tranquility for all of her days! 💛
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jmeldog · 4 months
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“The LORD said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.” Genesis 4:10
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archersartcorner · 1 year
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The way Pib’s hypothetical thrice upon a time was described in the last Adventuring Party had me wondering how that would play out in the final fight… Super self-indulgent, but I liked the idea that Tomas would insist on popping out of Mother Goose’s book to protect his scared lil kitty :-) I think this miller’s son should FIGHT
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lieutenant-amuel · 7 months
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Those two are friends, you cannot tell me otherwise.
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