there's something visceral about.... marion probably knows well enough that bunny doesn't have a fucking bank account at the age of 24 but randomly believed her friend when she said she saw him at a bank, that he randomly became obsessed with murder out of the blue one day and then died and his friends didn't miss him, that his best friend was absolutely ... a sight to behold at the funeral, that the corcorans are neither warm nor really fond of her (where is she talking to his mother? they were planning on having kids together and his parents never spoke to her the whole time she was there), that brady corcoran specifically is described as the least like bunny himself, that they invited "a ton" of people from hampden college but none of her friends (but random people they don't know??? and bunny didn't know that well either??? sure) are ever mentioned being there, they didn't even speak to her when he was presumed missing, but she went right back there and dealt with them for at least another 10 years, and tied herself to them eternally through blood.

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

the mines of mandalore: a summary

(cr2 rewatch) i always thought astrid was an interesting character when i first watched cr2 but now rewatching i actually might explode and die every time shes there. she was just a kid !!!! and her entire being is shaped by ikithon and the empire, even she knows it to some extent, but she's so shaped by them that she doesn't have a life outside of that, so what would she even do?

Sometimes Winry gets unfairly characterized as a tsundere because she hits Ed a lot.

But let's be SO for real right now: if you knew someone who did all the shit Ed did, you'd be hitting them constantly too. She's nothing but completely reasonable.

working on a submission for a discord rp and i want you guys to see her i'm so proud of this so far

i came home from work wednesday to discover a new dog in our house (which already has 3 cats and a dog, none of whom get along). roommate L is dogsitting his parents' elderly little white fluffy thing while they go on a road trip to see the eclipse (which isn't until the 8th! gonna be 6 whole days!) and he just didn't feel like mentioning this to anyone. so like we're coping, we're already used to rotating who has common room access at what time, it's just a pain in the ass and again very rude with no notice

but tonight he left for a party around six pm. my roommate B and i were hanging out on the couch watching tv, and Bruno started repetitively bark-howling. like the extremely rhythmic timed one they do when they're very upset and not going to stop for hours. so we went up to check on him and the lights were off. he doesn't see well anymore in broad daylight, he was definitely locked in a strange room completely blind

and! get this! they are smart lightbulbs, keyed only to L's phone, and he isn't here. so we physically cannot turn the lights on.

anyway B brought him downstairs where there's light and he immediately climbed up into their lap, snuggled for five minutes, then passed out. i'm sure he was just stressed, poor thing. but that means B's whole evening they're stuck on the couch watching him while i hide in my room with Rio. because Rio is not mean to other dogs exactly but he is A Lot and Bruno does not see well

also his poor cat has been huddled under the living room couch for three days. at the end of day two one of our other roommates realized she didn't have access to food anywhere and put a bowl of kibble under there for her. so that's just her life for a full week i guess

Kind of ties into that anon ask about the strongest relationship. I found this from a post on here, idk what interview or year this is from but if Anne loved the Armand/Daniel relationship I'm sad she didn't do more with it. Very interesting insight that she believed Armand to be a good person with Daniel. It makes me happy to hear that she did actually care about them bc all I've heard is how she forgot about Daniel.

Oh my god, I love this! I've heard this interview referenced over the years but I never could find it.

It's interesting to me how a lot of VC fandom originally hated Armand (or so I've heard, this was before my time in fandom and on Earth). Because later on I know Anne did say she was surprised he was such a fan favorite, and then she had to bring him back from the dead. Whoops. 

I always wonder what his character represented to her in particular because she obviously put a lot into Armand, and it's not as clear-cut as it is with Louis and Lestat. We can and do speculate but I don't know that she ever confirmed anything.

This made my little shipper heart very happy, thank you! Anne also shipped Devil's Minion ❤️

Edit: I've been clued in! It's from The Vampire Companion, and here's a reblog with more detail!

I HAVE FEELINGS FOR A BOYMAN

the dogs go out to wee for the last time before bed around 10pm-12am each day and obviously it's terrible weather for that (we didnt quite get 100mm of rain today, but it was close and it's not getting any lighter anytime soon) so i finally got them to go out at 1am

georgie did what i expected of just barely stepping onto the grass and immediately coming back in

but billy had to do his usual routine of running all over the yard for about 5 minutes and he is the soggiest, saddest little creature ive ever seen

When will the fandom understand that there's a huge difference between "Claudia has to kill this specific animal to heal her paralyzed brother because there is literally no other way" and "Claudia is heartless and dangerous and can't be trusted with any animal because she will kill it"

?????

“Why? What’s the point of living when the only girl I’ll ever love is gone?”

“No dude, i feel worse.”

“Dude, i don’t have time to start over with other girls. I’m nine years old, dude. If i don’t work things out with Wendy, I could be alone my whole life.”

“I can’t let Wendy go. This whole time, I’ve been having my friends do all the talking for me. It’s time i took control.”

“Tell her i love her.”

“I can’t believe it. She’s in love with someone else.”

“There’s nothing else i can do. She was my whole life.”

And antis really think Stan doesn’t care about Wendy. Weird.

Poppy got invited onto one of Maroon Cartoons sets- somehow... But unfortunately, it's the Roger Rabbit and Baby Herman cartoon set.

Herman: *waking up from a nap and sees Poppy. Immediately chooses violence* "Oh, sorry I'm late, doll, I was waiting for you to make me a sandwich."

Poppy: *glaring harder than she ever has before* "Go back to sleep, and starve."

im still on my fuckshit but when i think of cc maria ( by extension also nosy maria but specifically noting the isolation aspect of cc );

can you imagine one day skimming the paper. its been a few weeks since all the commotion knowing your friends' had attempted to come find you but then were chased off. never actually heard or saw any of them, but you know they were around.

but you've been moved from the cells to a mattress upstairs. you're given more freedom, more wiggle room, you're allowed to do things - little hobby-type activities - you're given better foods, you're looked after by the older woman at the other house. the man who took you, who terrifies you still to some degree, slowly doesn't feel like such a stranger anymore, you're right to still be cautious around him but as the days, the weeks, pass by, there's simply a different air about him, and in the shack. lighter, in a sense.

you find yourself growing used to the new daily - the new routine. of waking to the sound of him getting ready for the day, of being left alone in there for hours sometimes, others trailing after him like a duckling, around the older womans' property, helping with an array of tasks. and you worry about upsetting her at first, unsure if doing so will earn a knife to the throat. you listen, you do as you're told, you find some kind of way to co-exist - all the while still, in the back of your mind, there's still a ray of hope,

that maybe, maybe, since the rest of them got away - that they're merely licking their wounds, that they'll get word out and even with all the silence since they had been on the property, there's that shred of hope that maybe? someone will waltz in, guns blazing so to speak, and you'll get out of this hell finally.

that is, until that day - that you're skimming through the paper, and you recognize yourself in a little column - and you realize you're staring at your own fucking obituary.

and in that moment everything seems solidified.

you're never getting away.

there's no point in it.

there's no one out there who are still trying to find you, get you back, bring you home, back to your mothers' arms, back to being an older sister, back to the circle of friends you loved so dearly.

you're dead.

not just to the world, but to those you loved - those who claimed to have loved you, too.

what else do you have at that point? where else do you go, even if you still tried to leave? who wouldn't look at you sideways for the blood that's already stained your hands? for the flesh caught between teeth?

who else is there, except the one murmuring encouragement and praise in your ear?

the only constant you've had in all these weeks? whose words rang true - clearly - that no one cared? that they abandoned you? left you there, didn't even care to make sure you were alive or not? only thought of themselves and got the fuck outta there without confirming if you were even still alive.

dot talking to wes’ grave in the thanksgiving episode at the end

remember in s5 of sailor moon classic when chibi chibi was introduced at first and they didn't know where tf she came from and for a hot second it was definitely implied that she was usagi and seiya's kid from the future. bc that was absolutely insane