Planetaryfire - LEY

After so many pilots in star wars saying "i can fly anything" it's so refreshing to see cassian andor be just. absolutely incapable of figuring out the controls of a ship

The body was torn apart.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of an animal. A wild animal, maybe a wolf or even a bear, biting, using its fangs, clawing at a body until it is unrecognisable. Until there is nothing left but a bloody mess, an open chest, flesh hanging loosely from bones. Fingers, or entire hands or arms missing and later found in a bush, half-buried, half-eaten.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of a grenade. A pulled trigger, maybe from an enemy across the border, hitting the ground in a trench, and blowing the entire thing up. And there is nothing left but a few bloody remains of the uniform, or just about the last parts of the body if the person was standing enough far away.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of a maniac. A knife, maybe from the house’s kitchen, maybe from the nearest butcher, stabbing a person until their breathing fails. Until the ribs are broken, the chest covered in cuts and bruises, sometimes even entire fingers or ears cut off and thrown across the room, creating small puddles of blood.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I do not think of this.

But this is so much crueller, so much more horrifying than anything I listed above.

There are no scraps of skin or flesh lying around, no pool of blood around the body. There is nothing to indicate anything remotely close to an explosion, no reason why there should be. There is no knife, no brutal mess around the person.

I have a reason to believe, though, that we will find a severed arm later.

The body was torn apart in clean, fresh cuts. And in several ways, this is better than the cruel methods listed above.

But whatever—whoever—tore this person apart was no animal, no hand grenade, no maniac. Whoever tore this person apart was thinking clearly. They knew what they were doing when setting clean cuts into the skin, slowly pulling it off the muscle fibre. They knew what they were doing when cutting open the ribcage with bone scissors, twisting the ribs around to face the outside of the body. They knew what they were doing when emptying the chest, taking out one organ after the other, cleaning it, and setting it back inside.

And in so many ways, that is a lot more unsettling than an animal or a grenade or a maniac.

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Finally started S8 of supernatural and Cas being universally known in fucking purgatory as Dean’s Angel PURELY BY DEANS ACTIONS HAS ME FUCKING GNAWING AT THE BARS OF THIS QUEERBAIT ENCLOSURE LET ME OUT

Crowd Caffeine by SOFIA ISELLA

Releasing April 18th (I‘m HYPED)

As always, design credits go to me, image and text not mine :)

Ship or not, John is Bob’s second closest Thunderbolt after Yelena:

Despite his initial animosity, John seemed genuinely concerned when Bob sacrificed himself to distract the special forces from pursuing the trio. He ignored Ava’s instructions to leave, waiting for Yelena to say.

Aside from Yelena, he was the only one who faced Bob’s dark essence before the final battle (Bob probably also saw what was going on in his mind).

Despite seeing John as a complete ass, Bob treated him far more gently in the fight than he did Bucky and Alexei, though John was just as aggressive as they were (attacking, shooting).

He was the one who encouraged Bob and who praised him.

He was also the first to rush to help Yelena restrain Bob, despite having been impaled by a piece of iron just a minute before.

When John learned that Bob’s abusive father used to call him “Bobby”, he stopped doing it.

Other little thing: John was the one who freed Bob and saw his capsule in its opened state.

Cool, then we‘re on the same page 😂

I hate y/n fics.

Supernatural S11E9, 'Brother Where Art Thou?'

This whole scene is breaking my heart, I wanna hug Sam so bad. The implications of the way he acts around Lucifer, and of how Lucifer talks? I‘m actually nauseous

Tell me when you find a fitting word, I need to know why my chest feels so tight anytime I think about my current hyperfixation 😭

i need to learn to tone down my excitement when it comes to whatever Thing i am currently heavily interested in bc there is no reason for my heart rate to spike because of said Thing

why do i feel like i’m panicking when i am oVERJOYED—

interestingly enough this typically happens with a specific character. but, uh, recently it seems my new Thing is just general 2010s fandom culture. so that’s… great. i got nostalgia: extended edition where i consume decade-old media, watch video essays, and feel like i’m going to explode in a good way

Need this. Pretty please?

I really want to write a cross over fanfic, where Mulder and Scully have a massive xfile on the Winchester brothers and finally have a run in with them on a case.

And especially want it to take place with Bobby still alive and working it with them, and just having Scully staring at him like ".... You look familiar".

(he played the coroner in S6 episode Field Trip)