#be useful

[swedishdominantdaddy]

It's really rude!

[ikram1909again]

We are in the Ronaldinho's story!!!!!

[dicapiito]

I’m sick of the doomer bullshit from people about the election.

It’s one thing if you’re Black or a PoC having legitimate fears because yt people, 2000 and 2016 but I really have zero patience seeing yt people do this shit. Like fuck, get out and vote.

For fucks sake; Georgia went Blue in 2020 and they have two Democratic Senators. They didn’t give the fuck up so my patience of being patient with doomer posters isn’t really helpful and extremely infuriating.

So cut the shit. Go vote. Encourage others to vote and if you’re someone who’s scared about the election then fine but don’t come at other people to depress them with your fears. It’s not even over and this doomer shit helps no one.

[shenhuxiii]

to be fair, i've always wanted to read 梁山伯与祝英台 anyway...

[alexakakarumi]

I think that the thing that makes me feel ill in ISAT is the "You are loved" event. Like what the fuck when I discovered that shit I wanted to die and kill someone and the entire fandom like WHAT was THAT. Like fuck man I feel so ill I can't even cry

[hannahacked-blog]

H(e)ARTS ALWAYS FIND THE WAY??

Damn, Nashville, your fan base is like 12,5 people.....do not ruin it further....

Like the episode was AWESOME until the BlandDon's return?? My boys working together?? Ryan being in charge WHERE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE!!

Don has the dramatic potential of a Disney singing bird or mouse. or like....a dancing broom?? emotional intelligence of a fire hose...

The show is so much better without him. I forgot why do we need him in the first place?? His emotional range makes me feel like someone's pouring vegetable oil down my throat through a kitchen funnel

[sanguinesorceress]

What is the sorceress' biggest pet peeve?

She recalled a time when he rescued a helpless infant from what would be an assured death.  Left to the elements, or worse, hungry predators lurking in the underbrush, the beast known as ‘Duraxxor’ showed a different side of himself that day.  He who had shed the shackles of expectation and left his life behind, was powerless to deny the paternal instinct his past had ingrained within him.  Like an infection left to fester, it flared red and grew inflamed… itching at his thoughts until he scooped the babe into his arms.  Guilt rubbed his heart raw to the point of bleeding.

“Get rid of it… or I will.”

Her words wounded him— a dagger driven into a chest long silenced by undeath and buried to the hilt— heedless of his feelings.  What could easily be perceived as a lack of consideration was in fact, veiled grace.  The opportunity to see the child to safety was a rare courtesy bestowed upon him— and him alone— out of respect for a man who was once a doting father.

The Sorceress loathed children.  Not because she was repulsed by innocence, but because they were dependent— needy.  This distaste extended beyond children and toward anyone or anything that required ‘babysitting.’  She was far too busy to be overseeing the directives of her associates.  Those who had proven their merit were entirely self-managing, and they carried out her expectations to the fullest extent using subtlety and mastery born of confidence in one’s skills.

Those who burdened society with their incessant need for attention served a greater purpose as reagents on dusty shelves.  After all, ‘blood of the innocent’ was a difficult thing to procure, and Malakortana cringed inwardly as she allowed a fresh source to slip between her claws... for his sake.

Perhaps one day he might understand the ‘gift’ she had given him… and maybe he never would.

@duraxxor for mention <3