remember the Son of Neptune book where Hazel describe Percy and he was so RIDICULOUSLY powerful and beautiful and terrifying she thought he was god and my son is honestly so strong and must be a horrific enemy and a force to be feared
…but we forget because we know his inner dialogue is 50% “fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHH well shit” and the other 50% is “I have no idea what’s going on but let’s just roll with it and hope I survive”
And honestly Percy Jackson is 10/10 the most relatable fake adult millennial to ever bluff his way through life. A true icon. The hero our generation deserves.
has anyone done a hamlet where hamlet wrests the cup from horatio and finishes off the last of the poisoned drink, and then horatio proceeds to lunge after him and try to kiss the poison from his mouth
oh god I was almost crying and then I thought
what if hamlet then stops horatio from kissing him because he’s scared that there would be a chance horatio could poison himself that way
so he like pushes horatio away and horatio just looks really hurt and hamlet feels awful about it but he won’t let horatio die
now I am crying
HAMLET JUST SHOVES HIS HAND OVER HIS MOUTH
HORATIO SOBS AND, DISTRAUGHT, KISSES HAMLET’S PALM BETWEEN THEM
and this time he isn’t chasing the poison at all, this time it’s all about final shows of affection because in 20 lines hamlet’s going to be dEAd
I HATE YOU
i decided to read through the tags on this, and i very much enjoy reading everyone’s hamlet/horatio tags, but i also very much enjoy watching people discover the fandom/ship, such as —-
omg look at all of the non-shakespeeps discovering the shakespeare fandom
scaramucci sold his stake in skybridge capital, missed the birth of his child and got divorced in order to work for trump for 10 days. talk about deals.
his actual start date wasn’t supposed to be until August 15, so technically he worked at the White House for -16 days
You did Nyota for the headcanon ask meme, can you do Bones?
Headcanon meme. Bones is my one true saltmate, okay, it’s
like a soulmate but with bitterness about the world. Also, this is a little bit gonna be the Jim
& Bones Friendship Hour.
A: what I think realistically
Bones actually has a very real phobia of
space. Like, he manages it. He does a good job managing it. But.
Listen.
In order to successfully graduate
Starfleet Academy, every student must take and pass a shuttle piloting class. In case of emergency. Pass proficiently,
not just scrape by on a wing and a prayer.
Bones fails twice and scrapes that pass the third time and honestly he’s
thinking about just giving up. He knows
all the settings and controls—Jim drilled him silly after that first fail—but getting
into the simulator and seeing all that black, and the pressure, he just. He locks
up. It’s all he can do to control his
breathing, never mind controlling the shuttle.
He can’t go back to Georgia and he can’t do this and where does that leave him?
Jim finds Bones in a tiny-ass little bar
the day before his fourth retest date and drags him protesting out the door,
about eight whiskeys down, and bundles him into bed and listens to him mumble
about how he’s never going to pass and he’s never going to graduate and
honestly fucking good because space
is the worst and Jim’s crazy for wanting to go there but also Jim’s going to go
into space without him and Bones
doesn’t have anywhere else to go and it’s all just really awful, you know what
I mean, Jimmy?
“Sure, buddy,” Jim says, propping Bones
up and pushing a glass of water into his hands.
“Drink something, okay?”
The next day, at 1500 hours, Bones
stumbles into the simulator room with—well, not the worst hangover of his life, but probably top ten. And lo and fucking behold, instead of the usual gaggle of students looking to (re)test,
there’s James Goddamn Kirk, hands stuffed in his pockets and a sunny-ass smile
on his smart-ass face. James Goddamn
Kirk, who passed his pilot’s test with glowing
scores on the first try.
James Goddamn Kirk, who somehow lied and
cheated his way in here so that he could sit in the simulator while Bones
sweats his way through a passing grade.
It doesn’t cure his phobia, obviously,
but the first time Bones does
actually have to pilot a shuttle, it’s James Goddamn Kirk bleeding out in the copilot’s
seat and Bones barely even notices his heart race.
B: what I think is fucking hilarious
Leonard McCoy, day one of his term at
the Academy as he stumbles, shaking and panting, off the shuttle, swears to himself
that he’s going to pry this blue-eyed limpet off him on the spot and also
sedate anyone who addresses him as Bones.
Day one of his second year at the
Academy, Bones McCoy gets half-tackled by Jim, who’s already talking about this badass new Tactics class they’re
offering, I’m gonna take it and I’m gonna destroy everyone, it’s gonna be
awesome and he has no idea how this happened.
What would have been day one of his
fourth year, Bones is fuck knows how
far into the black of space, listening to his crew tattle on Jim’s delinquent
ass.
“Doc, I don’t think he’s taken an off
shift in, like, a couple days maybe,” Sulu says as he passes through for an
antihistamine.
“I’ll work on it,” Bones says, and jabs
Sulu with a hypo. “Stop poking plants
you don’t recognize.”
“Doctor McCoy, Alpha shift told me to
tell you that the captain forgot to eat today,” Chekov reports, sticking his
head inside. “Can I get another screen?”
“I’ll deal with that,” Bones says, and
waves the kid in. “Stop sleeping with
people you don’t know.”
“Doctor, I would appreciate it if you
intervened in the Captain’s opinion that holodeck safety protocols are
optional,” Spock says evenly as Chapel checks him for broken ribs.
“I’ll do my best,” Bones says, and gives
Spock a bitter wave with the medical tricorder.
“Stop getting in fistfights,
you have a damn phaser.”
“Doctor,” Uhura starts as Bones sprints
past her. “I think the Captain might be
allergic–”
“I’m on my way!” he yells back over his
shoulder. “Stop Spock from causing a
diplomatic incident!”
“Doc,” Scotty starts, leaning into the
medbay and squinting painfully.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Bones snarls,
and gives Scotty a vengeful jab with a hangover hypo (actually a calibrated mix
of thiamine, folic acid, and magnesium sulfate, but listen, it’s a hangover
hypo) as he marches past toward the bridge.
Bones has Regrets.
C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends
Bones keeps expecting to get to a point
where he’s…like…past being horrified and shocked when one of the crew rolls in,
near death or already dead.
It wears on his soul like acid, every
time. He decides very early that he’s
going to leave Starfleet when Jim dies. The
longer he spends on the Enterprise, the more names he adds to that list (when
Spock dies, when Uhura dies, when Chekov-Sulu-Scotty dies).
Bones is a doctor, not an
adventurer. He’s not built to outlive
these people. When they are gone, he will never leave orbit again.
D: what would never work with canon but the canon is
shit so I believe it anyway
Read an AU once where Bones was a
humanitarian aid volunteer at like 21/22 who went to Tarsus IV and met furious,
half-starved, 13-year-old, fresh-off-a-genocide JT Kirk and it was my favorite
thing. It was also abandoned after like
two chapters. But like. Any intersection of my infinite feelings
about Tarsus IV and my infinite feelings about Bones & Jim (& Spock)
friendship is My Favorite Thing and I believe in my heart that this is true. Bones didn’t recognize him at the time and it
takes him years to connect the emaciated murderous kid with the electric blue
eyes to his buoyantly brilliant best friend, but he does, eventually. He asks Jim straight up, very late one night,
and they have one single conversation about it before they vow to never discuss
it again.
hi! hope this doesn't come off as pressure-y, im not at all trying to be like that, but how about long does it usually take you to respond to a (headcanon? request? headcanon request? idk what to call it) ask? i ask bc i worried that it got eaten but im also,,,rlly rlly shy lol. (i hope you're having a good day!)
Hey, anon, don’t worry about it! And as far as the average time to finish an ask…um, this isn’t going to be the answer you want to hear, but it varies. Everything from how busy my life in the wider world is to how many asks I have to how well my brain box is treating me that day can delay finishing an ask. Fic prompts that I don’t have inspiration for can linger in my inbox for weeks or months until I feel sufficiently interested in it, or I might never feel sufficiently interested. Even stuff I want to write can sit idle for a long time depending on my mental state–some days I just don’t have the spoons to…like…think and interact with the world. I try to answer actual personal asks (people looking for advice, etc) as soon as possible, based on how urgent the ask seems to be and/or how strongly I feel about the situation–I think the fastest I ever answered a personal ask was this one BDSM situation.
Now, regarding the headcanon asks, I’ve still got seven (…possibly eight?) left, but I’ve also been pretty busy. The headcanon asks can take twenty minutes or two hours to actually write up, so I might have just not gotten to yours yet! Here’s a list of the characters I’ve still got to complete, so you can see if your ask is here:
Allura from Voltron
One of the Berenson brothers (it’s gonna be Jake) from Animorphs
Furiosa from Mad Max
Rey or Phasma from Star Wars
Brenneth from Alleirat
Hellboy (this..wasn’t actually a headcanon ask but it’s Happening)
Corlath and Harry’s kids from The Blue Sword
Breq and/or Seivarden from Imperial Radch
If your request isn’t here, it probably got eaten.
And on that subject, I’m tired and in pain so I’m gonna write some headcanons to make myself feel better. Peace.
Person who is giving Brenneth a horse: Oh Fireheart, we have selected the very best of stallions for you, he is named Dancing Flame and we offer him to you as a humble thanks for all you have done for our realm.
Brenneth: Cool, thanks! *calls him Horse for the rest of the book*
So… @wildehacked tagged me in this meme, add the first line of a WIP and tag as many people as there are words, and honestly I feel personally called out by this particular writing meme
Because, much like Wilde, I discovered that I write long-ass first sentences. I found one that was a flat 50 words. Most easily topped 30, with a handful in the mid 20′s. This is the shortest opening sentence I found and it’s 16 and I’m sorry but I am definitely going to run out of people to tag before I hit 16, so please consider this an open invitation.
From what Tobias could tell, it got to be a habit after a while, looking
up
To the shock of everyone, I am sure, it’s an Animorphs fic.
saw atomic blonde by myself in a theatre of hets in the middle of the night and let me just say watching THE lesbian in the film get brutally murdered in one of the most violent ways i’ve ever seen onscreen really um what’s the word traumatized me for life
uhm boost
So yeah, I saw it yesterday, and yes: Delphine, a woman who actively pursues and has sex with Lorraine, is strangled to death after a physical fight. I’m also v sorry that this caught the OP off-guard in a miserable-causing/triggering way - that sucks, and what’s triggery is triggery; there is no question about “should” or “shouldn’t” that way.
However, I’ve seen this reblogged several times on my list and it’s really misleading about the nature of the film.
To give context (as a queerwoman who has seen the film), with some extensive spoilers (because it’s not just “kill the lesbian!” and I’ve seen this multiple times on my reading list and it would be TRAGIC if people I know might get that impression did and thus avoided the movie), the tl;dr version is compared to the other violence in the movie actually Delphine’s death isn’t that bad I’m going to be VERY BLUNT about that; and that you can sort of argue she’s the only lesbian in the movie you CANNOT argue she’s the only queer woman in the movie.
And the OTHER queer woman in the movie both lives and EMPHATICALLY triumphs, hands down.
Anyway I just finished the Imperial Radch series and it changed my life and on the one hand I objectively recognize the myriad issues in the Radch and with this desire but on the other hand.
Can I please just be a ship so that I never have to worry about gender again and I can just take care of people and be all knowing all the time?
Welcome to the tiny fandom
*shows up two years late with steaming hot feelings and Starbucks*
To anyone following me who has yet to read the Imperial Radch trilogy by Anne Leckie: please check out this amazing series about a 2000 year old, vaguely-gendered, incredibly gay spaceship on a quest for vengeance. You won’t regret it
In retrospect, my favorite part of the Imperial Radch books is when the big bad tyrant of the empire asks Breq, ‘WHY DO YOUR LIEUTENANTS CRY SO MUCH? WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?’ and Breq’s like ‘they were like this when I found them, I swear’.
Breq (talking about Anaander Mianaai):
You humans have a saying. An eye for an eye; a life for a life. Well she owes me thousands of lives and I plan to collect.
the best part of ancillary sword is how breq has access & insight (through ship) to, like, all of seivarden’s actions and physical responses and can basically read her mind and even heard her talking about how she’d be happy to have a (sexual) relationship w breq if breq wanted to, but still, somehow, breq is fucking clueless?
“for some reason seivarden seemed really nervous talking to me about love and what real love looks like” FOR SOME REASON “when talking to me about sex and whether ancillaries have sex, seivarden became inexplicably embarrassed” NO I ASSURE YOU IT’S QUITE EXPLICABLE “when i was in mortal danger seivarden was like freaking out and having severe anxiety, i don’t get why”
like istg seivarden could say “breq, i’m in love with you and want to spend my life with you forever and ever if only you said you wanted that too but i know you’ve only ever loved lieutenant awn” and breq would be like “seivarden crossed and uncrossed her arms in that nervous way she does, she was probably sad about her past or something”
oh wow, I did not process before that when Breq comes to bail Seivarden out of the space drunk tank and Seivarden sees her in her new clothes… it’s Seivarden’s first “oh no she’s hot” moment and oh my god, honey
‘ “you look…” she took a ragged breath, “different” ‘ honey
honestly, i think jyn erso gets a bad rap over the whole “it doesn’t matter when you don’t look up” business. like, honestly? she spent her whole childhood as a soldier in The Most Hardcore rebel cell, Saw Gerrera’s Partisans, only to be abandoned by them at 16. that mix of trauma and devotion, only to lose them like her first family and home? to know nothing for years except the fact she was ultimately expendable to the rebel cause?
yeah, no wonder that the first firefight we see her in on jedha, her priority ends up being a civilian child.
also, Jyn never really put that line into practice. she was mostly saying that to get under Saw Gererra’s skin, to get back at him. in actuality, she was willing to fight a squadron of stormtroopers for something as minor as a little girl’s cat, and she wasn’t exactly a law abiding citizen of the empire to end up in an imperial prison camp.
she may have spent several years as a criminal, disconnected from the rebel alliance, but like…so did han, guys. he was older than her, too, before ever joining the rebellion, and we all still love han solo. so why give jyn so much shit for it?
you can’t say “i know batman” and get away with it in gotham. “i saw batman last night”? plausible. he uses roofs and balconies more than actual solid ground so yeah, you probably did see him. “he was only five feet away from me at the central plaza when the bomb got defused”? so was half of the city because the joker decided christmas eve was the best time for an explosion. but, “i know batman”? are you sure? are you sure you know batman? does anyone really know batman? maybe batman doesn’t know batman, the layers of secrecy on that guy are thicker than that time the gotham river got filled with dense tart sauce but the authorities thought it was blood
meanwhile in metropolis, “i ate a burrito with superman” is probably met with “you didn’t bring him to your grandma’s for that sunday roast i know she rocks? what is wrong with you? i baked him cookies while he was telling me about his mom’s cooking. how could you treat him like that, jennifer, the guy saves us from brainiac every two weeks”
Anyway I just finished the Imperial Radch series and it changed my life and on the one hand I objectively recognize the myriad issues in the Radch and with this desire but on the other hand.
Can I please just be a ship so that I never have to worry about gender again and I can just take care of people and be all knowing all the time?
Anyway so I’m calling Rep. Farenthold later to accept on Sen. Collin’s behalf and I’m choosing Fists. Can take place in Iowa because if two parties agree to mutual combat, under state law it is totally legal here.
And if he accepts yes I will stream that shit live don’t be silly.
And after I beat his ass once for Collins, I will duel him again on Murkowski’s behalf.
Square up, bitch.
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GOD CSPAN BOUT TO BE LIT
SO I CALLED HIS DC OFFICE AND SAID BASICALLY THE SAME THING I SENT VIA EMAIL.
After about 20 seconds of dead silence, the staffer let out kinda a little laugh and said “Well ma’m, I’ll be happy to pass on your…”
“I’m not joking.”
“Ma’m?”
“You think I’m joking. I am dead serious. You want my address? Or I’ll meet him at the airport. I am absolutely serious about this. Oh, and as the challenged party, I get to pick weapons. I choose fists.”
Another 20 seconds of somehow even deeper silence.
“I…I’ll pass your challenge on to the congressman.”
“No. He issued the challenge. I’m accepting. Unless he’s backing out like the spineless coward he is.”
More silence. “I…I’ll let Congressman Farenthold know, ma’m.”
“You do that.”
ANYWAY SO HOW DID YOU ALL SPEND YOUR LUNCH BREAK TODAY.
You are my hero
I’m in south Houston and I’ll be your tap in.
HOUSTON!!!! I WILL FIGHT TOO
I’m in Los Angeles and I will be there with a bat. Just in case.
sign me up too. I swing a decent hammer, and I have an entire laundry list of unresolved anger issues.
Did anyone share this with the news outlets yet? Because I think more people need to know about this.
I actually just left a message with his Texas office accepting the duel, weapon of fists, and I encourage you all to do the same. His Corpus Christi office is at 361-884-2222.
Well first of all there’s 7 band members, not 5. That’s not why I don’t trust them, I just think it’s weird.
Now getting to the point, do you know how many top 100 hits Maroon 5 has had? A lot. They’re even on billboards top 100 artists of all time (ALL TIME). And it’s understandable, because pretty much every song they put out is fucking awesome. Sugar, Don’t Wanna Know, Moves Like Jagger, Payphone, This Love, She Will Be Loved, Cold, Animals, Maps, Misery, Harder to Breathe, Never Gonna Leave This Bed… to name a FEW.
These shitheads have been popping out jams since I was a little kid. Well over a decade worth of killer music. Every other song I hear on the radio is Maroon 5. It’s always Maroon 5. And I fucking love it. I love all their songs. Everyone does, they’re awesome.
But here’s the thing. They’re never the top selling artists. On the top 100 list, they’re only in the 40s. They very rarely have a number 1 hit. They’re considered good, I suppose….. but not great. Not the best.
How many people have you heard say Maroon 5 is their favorite band? For me it’s zero. For many of you, it’s zero. If you’re thinking to yourself “what? No I love them, they’re my fave!” Are you sure? Are you really sure? They’re your absolute complete FAVORITE band ever??? I doubt it. You’re just saying that because the band is on your mind now. If I asked you your fave band any other time you’d come up with another answer. Everyone always does.
But they SHOULD be everyone favorites. Look at all of those songs. They’ve got so many top hits. Everyone loves their music. Everyone sings along and knows the songs. They should be my favorite band, I think I like more of their songs than of my actual favorite artist. But they are not my favorite. They are no ones favorite.
I think they made a deal with someone. Satan? God? A dude down an alleyway? Who knows. But I believe they made a deal to ensure everyone would love their music. And we do. It’s great music.
But the twist is that they’ll never truly be recognized as one of the best. Sure, their songs will play on the radio and everyone will sing along. They’ll have sold out concerts. Plenty of fans. But not enough. They’ll be just good. Never great. Never the best. Even if they should be our favorite, they never will be. They’ll never sell enough albums or have their songs reach as high on the billboards as they should. Everyone loves their music, per the agreement. But no one loves them.
I hope Adam Levine knows I’m on to him. I know what he did.
Diana:
So yeah, that's my story of how I got to this world.
Barry:
So Steve died in the plane.
Diana:
...thanks for your subtlety Barry but yes, he did.
Barry:
*looks around* hmm... I see... would you mind waiting here for a sec?
*theres a flash of lightning, a thunder and for a split second the room is filled with white static. When it quiets down Barry is standing in the middle of the room, holding a very disoriented Steve Trevor dressed as the last time Diana saw him, still holding the smoking gun that shot the bullet at the mustard gas*
I would like it noted for the record that throughout all of this, all the different bills, the procedural votes, the amendments and so on, not a single Democrat broke ranks once. If you genuinely think they’re neoliberal sellouts, this should mean something to you.
Sarah, I just managed to hunt down the Confessio for the first time since I had to stop taking Latin (my Latin teacher taught us the twelfth stanza as a drinking song to improve our frankly tragic pronunciation and I LOVED IT) and I'm just incredibly thrilled about it and I want someone to understand why I'm so pleased about hunting down some random Latin poem so I'm telling you.
that’s such a good feeling, i’m proud of and happy for you
no one ever talks about the part of adhd where everyone in your class has got their group of friends and you’re just there, mindlessly tagging along with anyone who is willing to put up with you for a few minutes. either you’re too loud or too quiet. if you’re lucky, it won’t affect you much. you’re a loner, so what? but then the moments come around where you find yourself yearning to be like the others. you’re not depressed, why would you be? you’re a child who just happens to be a little different. sure, you’re usually the last choice when it comes to groups and you’re rarely, if ever, invited to birthday parties but… it’s alright. everything is fine. or is it?
for the people questioning whether this really is part of adhd or not
when ppl act like leaving gifts for fairies is to get the fairies’ attention so they’ll be kind to you~~ when really leaving gifts for fairies is the supernatural equivalent of a mafia protection racket
You mentioned Castlevania, so: Trevor Belmont for the headcanon meme?
Buddy
you have answered the call and here are some headcanons about this
disaster for this headcanon meme. Disclaimer that I know NOTHING
about the games and this is 100% based on the show. Also, welcome to Latin Hour.
A: what I think realistically
Here are a set of three related headcanons
that are my ride-or-die Opinions about this show.
First of all, the Belmont family was
quite sizable—Belmont family proper, I’m sure there are any number of
illegitimate children and/or other branches scattered around Europe. They were close, most of the family living on
the hereditary estate with the exception of the transient full-time hunters,
but tough love was very much the word of the day. It had to be, given their family duty and the
sheer death rate. Technically the
Belmont family motto is Numquam Retro,
arched over the ancient family crest.
But for as long as Trevor can remember, the real family motto has been
this: no matter how good a Belmont is, there is always something just that
little bit better. Aut cum scuto aut in scuto, reads the legend over the family mausoleum,
either with shield or on shield, and
it is much truer. Belmonts come home
victorious, or they don’t come home.
Second of all, Trevor was the crowning
jewel of the Belmont family—a talented warrior from a young age, well-versed in
the bestiary, and devoted, so
devoted, to the ideal. No one becomes as
bitterly disillusioned as Trevor without having a long, long fall to get there.
Third of all, the Belmont family took
their excommunication as they had taken every attempt to stop them from serving
their duty: with stoic, stubborn disregard.
They received the Bull informing them of their banishment and replied
with a politely immovable “thank you but we’re rather too busy to be excommunicated
right now.” The Catholic Church
responded as was highly typical in the 1400’s.
Trevor was returning from an utterly
mundane errand into town, seeking some small gift for his baby sister’s first
kill, when he saw the smoke start to climb.
He reached the estate just in time to watch the fire bring the roof down
and cut the screaming short.
B: what I think is fucking hilarious
For the first little while of their
journey, Sypha and Alucard are relatively sure that their third member is the
muscle, the street-smarts, to their formal education.
Then Trevor busts out some fluent Latin
to translate a book and adds a snide insult for good measure, o salvator somnelente mi.
They are both dumbfounded, and Trevor rolls his eyes at them.
“The Belmonts weren’t just a bunch of
country drunks,” he points out, and tosses the book carelessly at Alucard. “We were scholars too. Carry that, would you?”
C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends
The three of them have been on the move,
hunting for Dracula’s castle, for a full month and a half when Alucard finds
Trevor sitting on watch outside the ransacked farmhouse they’ve claimed as
shelter from the weather. Normally, even
if he’s drinking or on watch or distracted, Alucard struggles to get the drop
on Trevor, which is far more of a statement about Belmont House’s skill than
Alucard suspects even Trevor himself realizes.
This time, Trevor jolts, even though Alucard takes care to make noise so
as not to alarm Sypha.
“Belmont?” Alucard asks, crouching down
to be on eye level with him. “Are you
all right?”
Trevor doesn’t respond—in all honesty, seems
to barely hear the question. “I had a
baby sister,” Trevor says distantly. “Older
twins, too, but my baby sister—she just killed her first werewolf about a year
and a week ago. I got back just in time
for the celebration.”
Alucard sits down beside him,
cautious. “That is quite an
achievement. How old was she?”
“Fourteen.” Trevor blinks, takes a deep breath and lets
it out, studies the moon with uncommon concentration. “She burned, a year ago, with my brother, and
my elder sister, and my parents, my cousins…”
“Ah,” Alucard says quietly, and does the
math. “Your family must have been quite
large.”
“Forty of us,” Trevor confirms. “And every single one of them died in that
fire.”
Alucard nods, and tucks his knees up so
that he can wrap his arms around them, and they sit there in the quiet for a
while. If there’s a trace of moisture
beading on Trevor’s lashes, neither of them mention it.
“I cannot imagine what it feels like,”
Alucard says at last, barely a whisper, “to lose so many loved ones to the
fire.”
“No,” Trevor confirms. “But you have a better idea than most.”
D: what would never work with canon but the canon is
shit so I believe it anyway
There’s not really enough canon to make a judgement one way or another, but.
I really fiercely want the more
intelligent demons—it’s clear that some, if not all, of the Night Horde are
human-level intelligent—to start to…remember.
Once upon a time the House of Belmont was the most feared force in Hell,
the levee that held back the tide of the supernatural from washing over the
majority of the populace. Now the levee
has been broken (burned) and the tidal wave is rushing in and the demons are
running free—
And some of them, meeting a
stubborn-jawed man with alcohol on his lips and the ancient crest on his chest,
think twice.
Thinking twice is, more often than not,
the last thing they do on this plane of existence, before the silver of Alucard’s
sword or Sypha’s power strikes them down, or before the last son of the House
of Belmont lashes out with whip and blade and holy water.
Those that escape spread the word:
despite the Church’s best efforts, there is still a Belmont abroad in the land,
and he has allies, and he is doing his
family proud.
Strange, perhaps, that the last Belmont
would be flattered by the rumors of a demon horde.
people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt
Once I read a fic where they were like “he tasted like” and I’m expecting the typical formula (1 cooking ingredient + 1 natural phenomenon + “something uniquely [character name]”) but instead they said “he tasted like mouth” and it was one of the greatest fic moments of my life
click and drag to find out what your shitty fanfiction kiss tastes like
all the reviews for atomic blonde are like “its an empty aesthetic film where charlize theron just dresses up in nice clothes, kicks the shit out of dudes, and has random sex scenes with women” as if that wasn’t my dream action movie
