Can someone smarter than me please explain why the lift handoffs in leverage are so goddamn intimate?
Like, I am handing you this stolen object discretely and out of sight from everyone else. Our hands are touching but we’re not looking at each other at all. We are passing through a crowded room heading in opposite directions yet we are on the same team and we are having a brief point of contact to exchange something important and illicit. We are complementary parts of a greater design, two fitting cogs of a machine we’ve built together.
Hoo boy my fingers are cold. Happy Ice Day! I hope y’all are staying chilly, and here’s to more pain! And as for this one…it’s a lot of pain (⊙ˍ⊙)
Oh also because I don’t have a place for this information but I feel like you should know before you read so when it comes up you get what I mean: I imagine a Quibhassian accent sounds quite similar to an Icelandic one.
Ingredients: self-amputation, suicide for convenience (immortal), self-harm to escape danger, stabbing, body horror, implied suffocation
Why was Castys somehow always in the wrong place at the wrong time? Seriously, he had the worst luck. Unless you counted accidentally witnessing a murder as lucky. Well, maybe it was lucky for the person getting murdered because then they could get justice or whatever. Except Castys didn’t really care about justice and never reported that sort of thing to the authorities. So, in conclusion, Castys witnessing your murder was unlucky for you and for him. Unlucky for you because he wasn’t going to tattle on the murderer, and unlucky for him because he was currently being chased through a forest by some murderer lady.
He was never a fan of running, and certainly not running through the snow while all bundled up because it was cold but running makes you hot so there’s no temperature happiness there. He was debating just giving up and trying to reason with the lady when he tripped over some hidden mystery object and landed face first in the snow, making that decision for him. A boot kicked his shoulder and turned him over before planting itself firmly on his chest. The woman attached to it was glaring down at him, holding a large icy spear-type-thing to his neck, which would be threatening if he could actually die. Well, maybe he could talk his way out before she decided to hurt him. Because he’d rather she didn’t.
Amanai Kanoka & Hoshiumi Kourai editorial for To The Top (a fanzine about the national team hehe)
Just thought they’d look good together in a photoshoot (she’s beautiful, he’s striking) and then I fell into a hole and started shipping them oops… Store
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, a hint of plot, Actually A Lot Of Plot For 3000 Words, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Even When He’s All Scaly, monsterfucker aziraphale, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Graphic Violence, Not Quite Xeno, Protective Crowley, Snake-ish Sex, How many times can one person write first times, Lots the answer is lots, implied injury
Change back, he willed himself again, and still nothing happened. He was conscious then of Aziraphale’s hands on his shoulders, and how close they were. How close Aziraphale was, kneeling beside him, while he was like this.
Crowley is stuck in his monstrous demonic form after an angelic attack, and Aziraphale confesses his feelings.
MILES MORALES CAN SIGN I AM CRYING THEY INCLUDED THIS IN THE GAME THEY EVEN LOOK DECENT (though there’s a miss on the fact that his mask stays on, I do love that Deadpool in the comics lifts his mask when he signs with Clint because facial expression is important in ASL)
“I think women like to read about murderous mothers and lost little girls because it’s our only mainstream outlet to even begin discussing female violence on a personal level. Female violence is a specific brand of ferocity. It’s invasive. A girlfight is all teeth and hair, spit and nails — a much more fearsome thing to watch than two dudes clobbering each other. And the mental violence is positively gory. Women entwine. Some of the most disturbing, sick relationships I’ve witnessed are between long-time friends, and especially mothers and daughters. Innuendo, backspin, false encouragement, punishing withdrawal, sexual jealousy, garden-variety jealousy — watching women go to work on each other is a horrific bit of pageantry that can stretch on for years. Libraries are filled with stories on generations of brutal men, trapped in a cycle of aggression. I wanted to write about the violence of women. […] I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains…I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”
Of course Nicole would worry and fuss over Rachel. She’s all she had left. Nicole is convinced she let everyone down, including all of Purgatory. She couldn’t protect them as Sheriff, and she couldn’t protect her family.
It only makes sense that she’d go full mom over literally the last person she could have some protection over. Because that’s who Nicole is, a protector and knowing that she might’ve failed as her absolutely falling apart.
Rachel just serves as a reminder that maybe she can still be something good and do something good.
