Cain and abel sealed the fate of all siblings in history

thinking a lot about how this was 100% authored by darling and the little insights we get into his character from this

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Quickly put this together today, I hope you like it! I'm really happy with the textures and emotional storytelling in this :3

everyone is always saying modern au will would listen to this or that artist who is not in his usual genre just because he would relate to the lyrics and this is of course not at all how music taste works but if it was will would actually listen to midwest emo. because every song is about how much your shitty hometown fucking sucks

i love willow's actual design so much but sometimes i wish we could've gotten scruffy rat willow/edgy butch willow

"Stoppit. I'm not going in the piss pool." 

"You know you want to," Mal drawls, scooping up a handful of water. "It'll feel good once you're in it. Aren't you like, dying in that?" 

Carlos tugs the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head. "No. It's not that hot." 

"With the amount of chlorine in public pools, the percentage of actual piss to water is probably very low," Evie says helpfully. "Probably less than 1%, if we assume that the maximum number of children based on occupancy and general health data, say about thirty kids, are constantly pissing in the water in very small amounts." 

Carlos shudders. "You're really not helping." 

Oh, right. He’s got a selective thing about germs, courtesy of growing up around her hellish wickedness, the master of animal-related health code violations. Mal’s pretty sure that Cruella never did horrible things with animal piss, but she’s not willing to swear on it. The taxidermy eyeball hat she caught a glimpse of the one time she ended up inside Hell Hall while Carlos’s mother was in still haunts her nightmares sometimes.

"I'm not baking myself like a potato either," Evie points out. "If you're having a germ freakout, you can go stand under the sprinkler by the gift shops instead. I can't see where it's drawing water from, so it's probably not coming from the kiddie pools."  Huh. It would be weird if every attraction in the park drew water from the kiddie pools, but considering the wild shit they've seen in Auradon thus far, not actually that weird. They've seen cows with shoes on, and a giant metal crab left out on the side of the road, and more weird-ass grocery stores than they'd ever dreamed of back on the isle, including the one that sold bubble gum powder by the jug, so like, piss fountains? Totally a possibility. 

“Piss fountains,” Mal says out loud, just to try out the sound of it. “Auradonian piss fountains doesn’t sound very magical.”

“They banned magic.” Carlos says. His voice is so flat that it might as well be made of the gum Mal found on her shoes last night. “So like, if you’re trying to help, you’re fucking failing at it.”

“I wasn’t.”

this is my brother and i need a shovel to love him,

and if tearing my ribcage open and letting him see that i, too, am human, if letting him gnaw at my heart, if letting him see me as i am, of a vulnerability that he never imagined of me, will make him look into my eyes and grin a smile that i almost forgot, then so be it.

and if my murder, my death, is what brings us together, then so be it. may he kneel against my lonely grave and press his warm body against my cold headstone, the fine thin line between death and life. may death unite us, once and for all, and maybe then we will be brothers again.

he is half of my soul, as the poets would say,

but one half of my soul is rotten. it starts with obedience and distance, and with a need for love that no one will give us. our home is cold; our souls are warm. in a home of the dark, few want to see the light; i did, and he stayed in the shadows where, seemingly, he belonged oh, so well.

but one half of my soul is dead. may i never know what brought the sleep of forever upon him, and i shall mourn the boy, not the man. i shall grieve my brother, above all, and not the man he had become; at the end of time, when death writes our story, we are brothers, two stars in the sky.

what do you mean it’s not normal to feel like you're under constant surveillance

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not to post about grey's anatomy in the year of our lord 2023 but i still cannot believe they had meredith unplug derek without calling his mother or any of his sisters (including the one who lived in. her house.) like. sorry. sorry. two episodes later and amelia is forgiving her?? sorry i'm maybe never speaking to you again ever as long as the earth is turning round

"i know we shouldn't be killing rhea and i personally am against it and my gut tells me this is wrong but i'll do it anyway because nobody else uses logic on this route anyway!"

based on that previous post i reblogged:

did anyone else grow up with the sentiment that not wearing socks inside the house is bad for you (you'll catch a cold)? thats not true btw. its common w greek moms for some reason but i wanna know if other ppl hear it too lol

"I was born in the wrong generation," I sigh wistfully, knowing that I am falsely attributing my secluded, isolated, controlled, monitored, and meticulously maintained childhood to the time I was born at, instead of acknowledging the fact that I was robbed of normal adolescent experiences by abuse and neglect