#or characterization

[marshmallowsandfire]

Anyone else remember this guy?

How much you wanna bet...

Liv's been working with him for years (since TRH1) now. Of course, it would make more sense for her to have informed King Liam what she's doing, and if she acted like she had a clue what was going on in the last chapter, but since when has something as boring as logic been allowed to interfere with this bad trip of a plot?

[peachesofteal]

Unblock me plzzzz I don’t know what I did!!!!!

Toss a coin to your Witcher and maybe I’ll consider it.

Just kidding… I don’t even know who you are so I’m not sure how I’m supposed to know what you did?

[just-another-vcblog]

Every time I watch the qotd film I am astounded by the sheer attitude of “ehh, fuck it, whatever” that is present throughout

[nightingalesighs]

Sunday Six

I know it’s late but it’s still Sunday in some parts of the world. Anyway, have some Rizzy angst from the sequel of Underneath Dark Skies. It’s a bit rough around the edges, so apologies.

“Let...me...love you,” he said, his voice low and husky as he cupped her cheek.

“This isn’t love, Raphael.”

“Then what is it, Isabelle?”

“It’s Shadowhunter blood and vampire venom.”

“I’ve been without your blood just as long you’ve been without my venom. My feelings have only intensified, what about yours?” He lowered his face until it was mere inches from hers, not breaking eye contact.

Yeah, it’s seven. I know. Whoops. I’m tagging @outlawsandcircles because she asked me to. 

[worthyironman]

here’s the thing, I can have whatever reputation or perception that people have about me, I honestly don’t care about that. what I do care about is being in fandom space that promotes toxic behavior such as hindering content, telling other people that what they like is wrong, saying negative things to prevent them from wanting to create content, down talking someones hard work, complaining about someone else’s work that has nothing to do with you, and making someone feel bad about themselves for no fucking valid reason, cliques that don’t let people in, fandom veterans who don’t let newbies join in so they end up leaving and then want to complain their fandom is dying. like what the actual fuck. how about you get down off of your throne for one second and talk to these people, ask them what they want to work on, offer to be a beta, encourage a safe creating space. like lmao you aren’t better than anyone cause you’ve been somewhere longer or liked it longer. like chill. so yeah i have a bad reputation at times cause when i see this happening to someone I fucking say something about, I do something about it because I’m not afraid to let someone know that thats not fucking cool in any way shape or form and i will keep doing it. i may be aggressive or abrasive but honestly if on the other end of the spectrum there is someone new that gets to create content or enjoy a happier safer space or make new friends then i’ll keep doing it. plain and simple. so just don’t be a jack ass, welcome people in, promote a healthier space. and if anyone ever needs anything from me I will gladly help in any way that I can like i want to see everyone grow and have a good time

[tundra-tiger]

The Toa Mata were so inwardly focused as a team, that often their attentions towards their villages would catch me by surprise; they spent so much time and energy being around and dealing with each other that that 'I have to return to my village' moment came off more as a patron deity returning to the daily lives of its worshippers, not a guardian protecting the people it belongs to (now don't get me wrong, the Toa Mata loved their Matoran and their adoptive homes, but it was always that, an I have chosen this place and it has chosen me, a fierce pride and loyalty but still this apartness, this separate level of existence, mostly because they never were Matoran, they never had the day to day existence of their people, they always lived as Toa). But because of this it was with each other that they identified and to each other they most closely bonded, because of this when all else fails, it's to each other that they turn, they are a unit of six parts, a bickering sibling squad. Even their arguments and separations are born of this closeness, the knowledge that they are a family and, in the end, they come back together with calmer heads and stronger hearts. And that's not there in the Okoto team. They are so guarded, so tense around each other; they don't work together, they don't come alongside one another, it's only in singularly desperate moments that they display a moment of unity, which passes the same time the threat does. They aren't a family, a unit, they're barely a team; at this point, more comparable to the scrambling, argumentative Toa Metru than the Mata team. And they really get thrown into all of this with no breather, no moment to think or pause or get a grip on the situation, so is it any wonder? They came to this island in a blaze of flames, having to be told their very names and duties, and then they're off on their missions: find the masks, find the city, find each other, find Ekimu, watch out for Skull Spiders, watch out for Skull Warriors, watch out for Kulta, don't lose your mask, don't fight each other, keep fighting, hunt, run, fight, go. It takes the cave-in in the arena almost three quarters of the way through the book to give them even a moment's contemplation, and that barely touches more than "we have nothing but the destiny before us". So Lewa's devil-may-care snark, Tahu and Kopaka's instantaneous animosity, even Pohatu's flat-out "I didn't sign up for this", they are running on the verge of emotional breakdown and they don't trust each other, or they haven't taken the moment to think if they even should trust each other or not. And yeah, they are individually just different people, different Toa. But they're a different team, too. They literally hit the ground running, little to no chance to act on their own before being tossed at each other, and they still barely grasp the situation they are actively living. So, I'm proud of them. They're a mess and I'm proud

[misterkitteh]

En Los Pies by Gamzee Makara

Well, you see, there was this one time I was all and getting my space on, when SUDDENLY I saw all my pies were motherfucking GONE. So I searched everywhere for them, even behind the Faygo and in my horn pile. I spaced out again in my horn pile and was sad. I wanted a pie really badly, but they were all gone. Then I heard a knock at my opening portal to the outside and I went to answer it. When I opened the door I saw Tavvie and best friend standing there. I let them in and they asked me what the motherfuck was all and wrong, except different-ways. Then I told them my pies were gone. They gave me new pies and I was very happy.

Wait.

En Los Pies means something about shoes?

Well Shit.