Nooooooooooo

Friend: “Have you seen [TV Show/Movie]?”

What I say: “I’ve seen bits and pieces of it, yeah!”

What I mean: “I’ve seen gifs”

The urban fantasy show I actually want to see is a hospital drama with a dedicated wing for supernatural illnesses.

Vampirism. Lycanthropy. Cheap spells gone wrong. A woman brought in for her prenatal has to be told her baby is a lindworm. Someone is literally being followed by the anthropomorphic personification of the Black Death.

Someone somewhere out there is having their perception of the world irreparably shattered by the knowledge that magic is real, and at the other side is a team of doctors who have to roll their eyes and pull out Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales because some high school kid tried to go Carrie with a cheap spellbook and turn all the kids at prom into frogs, and the doctors have to wrangle a couple dozen teenagers into admitting if they have a true love who can break the spell.

wait. grusk baby born on karl marx’s birthday…. X Æ A-12 complete the mission

andor is a masterpiece why aren’t you watching it and talking about it please

The six levels of debugging

Just saw this tweet and thought y’all would appreciate it. Fic writers, we appreciate you 💛✨

הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

The thing that in the last episode of Andor a guy just casually whips out Luthen’s kriffing LIGHTSABER?!…I am…just….I can’t I just can’t….I have to go scream for a couple of hours I mean holy shit-

riza hawkeye is the smartest fucking character in fma because she looked at herself, a shy sheltered daughter of landed gentry, and she looked at roy, an arsehole with a heart of gold desperately in need of a tragic backstory, and she saw the genre they were in, shōnen anime, and then CLAWED her way out of fridged wife-hood thru sheer grit and long-distance murder and we salute