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my astro prof just told us that the stars are dying and wtf??? how am i supposed to worry about the impermenence of my existence when one day the lights will all go out???
I’ve been a fan of wolf 359 for YEARS and you have the AUDACITY to tell me that they put out Eiffels version of the lords prayer and NO ONE TOLD ME?!!!?!
The link
You’re right and you should say it.
shit man if i had what Ren and Nora have I’d be straight too
Day 5: Lunar Witch🌙
Gus is best boy⭐️
Amity joins the Emperor’s Coven
Amity Blight is perfect.
She has perfect grades and a perfect family and is exactly the kind of person that’s going to grow up and fit in perfectly at the Emperor’s Coven. When Lilith isn’t busy being proud of her she can’t help but feel a little jealous of the child for never having to be second best to anyone.
That’s all until the human arrives.
Before Lilith can even begin to process the situation Amity is deviating from the careful path of perfection Lilith has so painstakingly laid out for her. She still has perfect grades and she’s still the youngest daughter of the Blight family, all that prestige and none of it tying her down, but suddenly her allegiances are questionable.
She’s spending too much time with the human. Too much time with Eda. Too much time with people who could steer her away from the path she must take.
So before things can go too awfully, before Eda can ruin this perfect little girl like she ruins everything else, Lilith makes a proposal.
“How would you like to become the youngest member of the Emperor’s Coven?” She says, all warmth and approval in the way she knows the girl’s parents never are.
Amity’s face lights up and Lilith tries not to think too much about how the guilt churning in her stomach makes her feel a little like when she cursed her sister.
I tried to make the ‘oh no they can be birds how terrible’ thing make more sense and here it is:
At first it’s wonderful.
Everything’s just as it was before. Tai still flirts with Raven, Qrow still spends too much time on his scythe, Summer still rolls her eyes at them constantly, even if she’s smiling. The only thing that changes is that Raven and Qrow spend their nights spying on their enemies instead of sleeping with their team. Sometimes they change forms during the day and sky-dance for a while, cackling at their freedom with croaking voices.
Sometimes Ozpin will give Raven and Qrow these looks, like he’s already mourning them.
They don’t pay the looks any heed, their second mistake. Their first was taking his poisoned gift in the first place.
Things start to change when the pain begins. It’s a twinge at first, something both of them barely notice, but it gets worse with every transformation. After a few months it makes Qrow throw up for the first time. It’s flecked with blood and specks of something black that leaves an awful taste in the back of his throat.
“Gross.” Raven says in her human form next to him before walking away. She doesn’t tease him about it so Qrow is fairly nice to her when she throws up the next time they need to transform.
Ozpin doesn’t stop giving them those looks. All sad and regretful and grieving.
Tai and Summer start to notice that something’s going on pretty soon after that. They already knew about the extra missions, of course, but Qrow and Raven figured that their new power could be a Branwen Tribe secret. It should have been an easy secret to keep, but then Raven starts to distance herself and Qrow starts to snap and both of them hurt all the time and nothing’s ever easy any more.
“We’re worried about you guys.” Tai says, voice full of concern. Summer nods in agreement, far too earnest, and both Raven and Qrow feel it tear at them a little.
Neither of them have an answer and so they’re forced to find ways to cope. Raven starts talking to their family a little too much, visiting home a little too often. Qrow starts to drink.
It only works for a while.
“Humans are not quite whole,” Ozpin says when Qrow goes to him, begging for answers. “Maybe all it took was a brush with magic for your soul to remember its missing piece.”
The conversation makes Qrow feel worse so he drinks enough that he’s forgotten it by morning. He never fully remembers it, even if his soul always does.
Oscar Pine is a good kid.
He has the best grades in his class, he helps out on the farm, he even listens to all of his aunt’s lectures about distant lands and monster slayers (although the last one isn’t hard). Oscar Pine is a good kid who wants to do great things in the future and, despite the fact that he comes from a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, he has just enough drive and intelligence and eagerness that he might even accomplish them.
Oscar Pine is a good kid with his whole life ahead of him. So when a voice in his head asks to merge their souls together, Oscar’s answer is a fairly emphatic ‘No’.
“Oh,” say Ospin and Osma and a thousand other lives. “Well that’s new.”
The gods did give humanity choice after all, and they’re hardly going to take it away now.
The rawest line to ever be conceived, honestly.
Catra @ Adora
My best friend always said they dreamed of becoming a great hero, like the ones you hear about in stories. But they knew that it wasn’t something you could seek out, it had to be thrust upon you. Well, after years of villainous plotting, I’m ready to make my best friend’s dreams come true.
Ren has been in love with Nora for as long as he can remember.
He’s aware that there must be a point when he wasn’t in love with her. Some point before the streets and the orphanages and their first school. A point when he was small with two living parents and not at all sure of himself like he is now.
It’s just that that time seems hazy. More like a dream than something that he lived through. Then he thinks back to being in love with Nora and suddenly his memories are in sharp focus, always with her at their center.
Ren has been in love with Nora for as long as he can remember and he’s been trying to figure out how to tell her for just as long. Nothing’s come to mind yet but, hey, it’s not like either of them are going anywhere.
Continuation of this and this
Pt. 3:
“Do you feel it too?” Adora asks Glimmer one day when she can’t hold it in any longer.
They’re eating dinner with Queen Angella and Bow. The table’s previous conversation, full of good humour and niceness, goes silent at her question.
“Feel what?” Glimmer asks carefully.
“Everything.” It’s not the right word for whatever it is but it’s the closest one she can think of. It makes Glimmer pause for a moment as she turns to look at Adora. Her gaze turns intense in a way that makes her look older, more like the Queen she might become one day.
“Only when I’m with you.” She says and Adora nods. It was sort of the answer she was expecting.
“Is it the same for the others?” Adora asks, because Glimmer isn’t the only person she knows who’s tied to the universe by chains of faith and stardust.
“Of course.”
A pause.
“I feel it all the time.” Adora says quietly.
Bow and Queen Angella exchange a look, half-knowing half-afraid. Glimmer just seems like she was expecting it though. Adora isn’t surprised by that, Glimmer is tied to the moonstone in a different way to her mother. Angella is connected to it in a way that’s full of magic and precision and order. Glimmer’s bonds with the moonstone are more hope and blood and chaos.
She-Ra is made of hope and blood and chaos. Adora might hate her for it if she hadn’t always been made of those things too.
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link to Shana cause these lil drabbles are pretty much just me trying to copy her style
continuation of this
It’s honestly ridiculous for her to be so floored by the sight of Catra in a suit.
Adora is the most powerful being in the universe. She’s made of starlight, her past lives span eons, Gods would bow to her and pray she stayed nice enough to deign that they live on.
But one look at Catra in that stupid suit and that stupid bow tie that isn’t even done up and that’s the whole point of them what the fuck Catra. One look at all of that and she’s practically incapacitated.
“Cat got your tongue?” leers Bow.
“Fuck you.” Adora says, more seriously than she meant to. Bow takes a step back, surprised at her vehemence, but seems to get it because he touches her arm and whispers a quick ‘sorry’ as he leaves.
She tries to brace herself for Catra’s approach. It doesn’t work. When she purrs “Hey Adora” in that smug voice she does when she’s feeling powerful Adora can’t help her face scrunching up in annoyance the way it always does. It makes Catra laugh which just makes Adora’s face scrunch up even more and the worst part is that she still kind of likes the sound.
Adora prays for the stars to give her strength. It doesn’t work. In fact, she thinks they might be laughing at her too.
this is genuinely just me trying to be @shanastoryteller
From the very first time Adora transforms she feels a power sing through her and knows it will be there till the day she dies.
Then she realises that that might not be true, because maybe she can’t die any more. The concept of mortality seems small now. Something for lesser people, the ones she can squash under her heel like ants. Eternity doesn’t seem like such a long time with the power of the hidden stars that are as old as forever humming through her veins.
She wonders if she should mention any of this to her new friends, how even when she isn’t transformed she can feel the universe revolving around her. She thinks back to Catra turning away from her (because somehow somehow somehow Catra just knew). Instead she just hopes that the life she could spend with these people might last an eternity all on its own.
I watched the first episode of Greys Anatomy and Meredith is cool and all but why the hell is she the main character and not Christina?
For a hot sec thought this was talking about Klaus Baudelaire and I was really questioning what I remembered happening in those books.
2020 is the year we stop acting like Klaus is an innocent baby who could do nothing wrong. Listen, I love Klaus; I adore him, but he’s a deeply flawed character like all of the other siblings. He’s a traumatized addict who has been shown to steal and cheat and generally do whatever he needs to for a fix without regard for who he’s hurting. Even now that he’s clean we haven’t seen any remorse for any of that. Klaus Hargreeves is a deeply complex and flawed character and it’s time some of ya’ll stop acting like he can do no wrong.
Who ran your childhood alignment chart edition
I almost forgot about what a legend Derek Landy is and had to make the second one.
Tell me I’m wrong
Why don’t tumblr people watch robot wars? Like a bunch of homemade scrap metal death machines beating each other to pieces? There is both a flame pit AND a catapult? People watching their creations being absolutely MAULED and then having to completely rebuild this complex robot in like 10mins before their next fight? I thought you people would be on this already smh
UPDATE: My general ‘what the shit’ feelings are transferring to Joanna cause I mean wtf did she just stab out her baby???
Just started mr robot and what the absolute sHIT is Tyrell
Y’know that morality thing where you’re a doctor with five dying patients and one healthy one and you’ve got to decide whether you harvest the healthy guy’s organs or let the five people die? The fact that Hilbert is the guy that would harvest the healthy person’s organs is a summary of everything that’s wrong with his sense of morality thank you for coming to my ted talk.
I don’t even blame Luther for the apocalypse but I do have two hands so I can’t deny that the option is there
The parallel in the umbrella academy where in ‘I think we’re alone now’ it says ‘the beating of our hearts is the only sound’ and Vanya using the beating of her heart to bust out of the cage thing is god tier foreshadowing and you can’t convince me otherwise.
First Meeting
Ann froze.
She was right in front of the door. All she needed to do was to reach out and knock, but to cross the gulf of space those few feet had turned into seemed nigh impossible.
As she’d walked to the address scribbled in magic on the back of her hand she had considered the possibility of freezing up. It had been one of the worries that were distinctly more real than the others that had crossed her mind, but perhaps due to its mundanity Ann had pushed it aside. It was easy to argue that she’d faced far scarier things that were far more likely to kill her in the past and the fear she felt now wouldn’t be anything like that.
It turned out that those thoughts were wrong and this fear was exactly like that. Ann wasn’t one to freeze at danger anymore though.
The reason that Ann was trapped inside her own mind at that moment was, when going through all the possible emotional dangers of this visit, she hadn’t thought about the physical ones. Namely warding to stop anyone too powerful from attempting to breach the threshold.
She started to reach out with her mind a little, trying to feel for any cracks in the warding without alerting the person who set them she was doing so. Any shapes that weren’t perfectly regular, any lines that didn’t quite connect, any place where the magic wasn’t quite strong enough. She tried to extend her arm and found she could stretch it about halfway to the door. She smiled at that with it quickly turning into a grin when she realised that there was no resistance when she moved her mouth.
Ann could feel a little of the shape of the power when she reached out. It was unwavering and secure, exactly how warding magic should be, but she knew that if she felt a bit deeper there would have to be some way to make it crumble and
Huh. It feels like me, she thought. That’s weird.
And with that her ever so careful prodding of the house’s defences lost all subtlety while her subconscious took over in its ravenous hunger for answers.
She tried to reign it in as quickly as she could, take back control of the feelers she’d woven through the warding network, but if there are two things that don’t often work well together they are emotions and control.
A moment later a man was opening the door. He was about a head taller than Ann, in his mid thirties with bags under his eyes, accompanied by an air of annoyance which didn’t quite match a man greeting a dangerous fellow magician he’d warded his house to protect against.
Ann was frozen again but this time it wasn’t anything to do with the warding. There were a thousand versions of everything that could happen next filling the uncrossable space between them. Ann could see in the way the man’s eyes widened that he saw the impossibility of reaching out across that void of possibilities as well as she did. The movement drew attention to his eyes and away from the bags underneath them.
The irises were the same shade of blue as Ann’s own.
“Huh. You look like me.” She said, forgetting for a moment how inconceivable it was less than a moment ago to cross that chasm. “That’s weird.”
"No, I didn't know what I was getting into"
Me neither Jacobi, me neither