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I'm re-reading the decay of angel arc, and I don't know how I didn't notice before the parallels between Aya and Tachihara

Idk man smth about how Isabella and the mothers having children they knew would die only so they themselves could stay alive and then yuugo and lucas sacrificing themselves so they kids could stay alive is sending me into the sadness zone today

Next Gen: Conor Van Eck

Jesper and his (and Wylan’s) son!!

Conor is 15 and was adopted at age 7 by accident. How do you adopt someone by accident, you may ask? Well he was found breaking into Colm Fahey’s barn and the man took one look at the scrawny little energetic red head, and decided he did not want another son but was perfectly fine with a grandson. So he loaded Conor up and took him to Ketterdam, where he was promptly given to Wylan and Jesper.

Conor is an artist like his Papa, but most of his work is a little… psychedelic in nature. He enjoys not talking about his past, “working” the bar at the Crow Club, stealing his Papa’s cigarettes, and jumping on his Da.

Meet Phoebe, the first Wesper child

Some things my brother said when we were talking about BSD Part 1

Yes,the world is ending, and I don't think that Akutagawa and is new ✨ SHINY ✨ suit would be enough.

All of this mess could be resolved if Verlaine would stop being a hikikomori and go to save the day

But, if Fydor get killed by a bear, he would become a bear with Dostoevsky face?

A lot of bsd characters have natural hair... but I'm sure Mori is dyeing his because he looks too old to still having so much black hair.

pm game night - fuck marry kill edition

tachihara: okay!! chuuya-san, fuck marry kill, akutagawa, dazai, kunikida

chuuya: marry akutagawa

akutagawa: ew

chuuya: fuck kunikida

akutagawa: ew

chuuya: kill dazai

tachihara: fair enough

higuchi: what about u tachihara, fuck marry kill - akutagawa-senpai, weretiger, gin-san

tachihara: hmm marry gi-

akutagawa: RASHOMON

gin:

higuchi:

kajii: okkayyy higuchi!! fuck marry kill - lemon bombs, me, akutagawa

chuuya: you're playing it wrong! u cant say lemon bombs

kouyou: honestly, how crude...

chuuya: i'll go. fuck marry kill, akutagawa: the weretiger, higuchi, tachihara

higuchi, blushing: oh-

akutagawa: weretiger, weretiger, weretiger

higuchi:

gin:

chuuya: ...that can't be healthy

kouyou, scoffing: fuck marry kill, dazai, tachihara, ranpo

chuuya: fuck dazai, kill dazai, marry da- oh

kouyou: exactly

higuchi: wait ! chuuya-san fuck marry kill, kunikida, ranpo, tachihara

chuuya: hmm

chuuya: fuck kunikida, marry kunikida, kill dazai

higuchi:

kajii: wait i get it now! akutagawa! fuck marry kill-

akutagawa: weretiger, weretiger, weretiger

kajii: i didn't even finish

tachihara, finally waking up covered in blood: am i dead

gin, writing to tachihara: fuck marry kill, weretiger, higuchi, tanizaki

tachihara: hmm fuck wereti-

akutagawa: RASHOMON

Okay I’ve been toying with an idea for a Six of Crows au post-Crooked Kingdom where Van Eck won for a little while now and yeah idk but I had a scene idea come to me just now so I’m gonna write it here to see what you guys think and if there’s any interest then I might add it to my list of fics to write

This feels like a weird introduction but, er, here we go:

Inej knew the moment Kaz got home. There were no longer any crowds in the house to come to attention at his entrance, or if there were then no-one had bothered to come down to the half-room and tell Inej, but she could hear his voice drifting through the vents as soon as the door upstairs banged shut behind him.

“Where’s Inej?”

“Where do you think?” Matthias’ reply came roughly, and Inej could all but picture the disapproving grimace that must be crossing his face about now.

Let him judge. She didn’t need to leave the half-room, and for as long as that was true she wouldn’t. The vents did not give her every room though, and she did miss gathering her secrets. She wondered if there was anyone else in the house, but the five of them. Five? She stopped and counted them on her fingers. Yes, five. Hopefully still five. Inej had not bothered to leave the half-room in days, and no-one had been down to see her since yesterday morning.

She heard the door click open behind her, of course, but she did not bother to look up as Dirtyhands entered the room.

“Wraith,”

“Don’t you read the papers, Kaz?” Inej asked, without turning, “The Wraith is dead,”

She stood up, hand wandering across the table for her little pot of jurda. It tasted like shit and it wasn’t nearly as strong as she wanted it to be, but it took less than a month for the price of the blossoms to surpass the height of the stars so she’d have to make do with whatever they had left.

“Inej-”

“They found her body on the steps outside the Church of Barter almost three months ago, remember?” she finally turned to face Kaz, unscrewing the lid on the little silver pot as she did so, “Killed by some mercenary called the White Blade, who still hasn’t been found by they way in case you haven’t seen the latest. I guess it’s difficult to catch a ghost,”

Difficult to catch a wraith.

“We’ve had this conversation several times, Inej-”

“And we’re going to have it again,”

Inej placed an orange jurda blossom on her tongue, then offered the open container to Kaz. It was almost empty. He waved her off.

“I thought you didn’t go in for that sort of thing,”

Inej shrugged.

“Gotta stay awake somehow, haven’t I? We’re busy,”

“We’re not on a job”

“We’re never on a job. Unless the reason you’ve bothered to grace me with your presence is a proposition?”

Kaz shook his head.

“I just wanted to tell you there’s no news,”

Inej looked away. There was never any news. And yet somehow she always expected differently.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?”

“Probably,”

Inej caught another jurda blossom between her fingers. She needed to stay awake, because if she slept she would see him. She would see all the ways she’d failed.

“It wasn’t your fault, Inej, we’re having the same conversations on repeat can’t you see-,”

“And we’ll have them again,” she shrugged, “We will have this conversation again, Kaz, because I made a mistake and you are coddling me like a child who won’t be able cope if you tell them something was their fault. Tell me it was my fault, Kaz! We both know that it’s true,”

Kaz shook his head.

“I’d rather repeat the previous,”

“Then let’s,” snapped Inej, because hell if this jurda wasn’t strong enough to keep her awake then maybe an argument would be, “Let’s repeat the goddamn conversation, Kaz, because you’re right. We have the same two conversations on repeat and do you want to know why? Because I am owning up to the mistake I made and I am trying to deal with the consequences of it, but you had no right to do what you did, do you understand me? You messed up and you need to take some damn responsibility, because if you think-”

“You always knew Tailoring Dunyasha’s body to look like yours was a possibility for your escape option,” said Kaz, calmly.

She hated how quiet his voice was, how slow and deliberate he sounded next to the and ramblings that she could not stop from stumbling out of her.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she hissed, slamming her jurda back down on the table.

“I couldn’t have done anything to stop that,”

“You could have tried,”

“Inej-”

“Shevrati,”

Know-nothing.

She waved a hand vaguely at the door.

“Get out,”

Kaz turned to leave, then paused.

“I am sorry, Inej. They’d like to see you upstairs, you know. Nina misses you,”

“Nina can come down here then,”

“Inej… I can’t do anything for you but apologise,”

“Keep you apologies,” she snarled, and when the door had closed behind him added: “Choke on them,”

Kaz could apologise all he wanted. She would not forgive him. What right did he have to expect anything different from her than this? Did any of them? Kaz had not had to watch his parents cry, as they carried home the body of a child that wasn’t theirs. Kaz had not had to feel the ironclad grip of the person he thought he’d trusted most in the world as they held him back and told him to swallow his sobs and keep quiet. Kaz had not given up and gone limp in their arms, a mess of tears and useless prayers, as he saw his parents slip from his grasp once again and knew that he would not have the chance to tell them truth.

Kaz had also not failed the others, and did not have to feel the truth of that choking him every time he saw them. Kaz had not spent almost three months barely daring to venture out of the half room, just so he would never have to lock eyes with Jesper Fahey. There was a scream inside Inej that had been slowly building itself since the day of the auction, and if she did not find a way to release it soon it may very well eat her alive.

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

I've just finished to read "The house in the cerulean sea" and " Somewhere beyond the sea" by TJ Klune, and...

HOW THE FUCK I'M SUPPOSED TO READ SOMETHING ELSE NOW!

Like... The character, the story, every single line warmed my heart in a way I didn't know it was possible.

Now leave me alone, I need to reread them again.

Me: ok, this show/manga/book I've started is really good, let's enjoy it without getting spoiler.

Tumblr, Pinterest, YouTube and all the social media in my phone: I don't think so! *Proceed to make appear all the spoilers in my fyp*

Anyway, I'm starting to watch The umbrella academy, and I'm super invested in it.