Daphne is a rapist and an abuser 🤷‍♂️
She does not get a pass to be a shit person/character because she’s a woman. Pass it on. And don’t be calling what she did a “reproductive coercion” it was rape. ✌️
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Every coward seems courageous in the safety of a crowd.
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The badge as well, is it the rainbow badge?
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It’s not the first time the portal has malfunctioned and he doesn’t imagine it’ll be the last. The ground underneath him where he’d fallen was soft at least and when he pulled himself up to look around, the sun was high in the sky and the birds sang in the trees around him. A forest, then. Now it was only a question of where… or sometimes when. The last time his portal malfunctioned he’d ended up in 1890s France.
Zane scented around him as any good hunter does. He could smell smoke and cooking meat. To a human he would imagine it to be quite pleasant, but to him it was overbearing. Yet cooking meant humans, or some variation thereof. Someone was camping nearby. How fortuitous. After one glance back to where the portal had left him, the ancient vampire crept low and moved towards the source, soundless as a shadow.
His mind heard the other souls thoughts before his ears did. He was too large to stay hidden for long, and so kept a distance, watching and listening instead. It was a woman. New here like him, deposited by forces beyond their control. The fire had covered it before but now he was upwind her scent came to him. It was blood. But not blood as he knew it. She had no wounds to speak of but the sheer power of the scent had him placing his hand against the nearest tree to steady himself, fingers curled into the bark hard enough to leave marks.
It begged him to feed, to attack recklessly and without thought. A powerful tool in the wrong hands, he reckoned. Perhaps honey to flies, dizzyingly sweet to tempt them into death. But he was not a young vampire and even among his own kind was renowned for self control. Certainly no fly.
To call this confusing would be quite the understatement. Tehra had found herself investigating a space that just felt wrong on the edge of town, and upon arriving there she had been met with a forest that seemed to almost shimmer. She'd walked towards it to investigate and now here she was, on a forested coast somewhere where the air smelled cleaner than anything she'd ever encountered. The huntress had yet to find others or a settlement, but she'd managed to setup a makeshift camp and hunt somw dinner. The sun was growing low, and she'd have to continue her search for an indication of where she was the next morning. And then she felt it - the unmistakable feeling of being watched, of being craved. It was a feeling she knew all too well, and one she'd had many times before kiling her prety. A vampire was near, and though she could sense them, this one felt wrong. Even from here she could feel his strength, his age, and his scent was just a bit off. Gods above she hoped he wasn't hungry. "I know you're there vampire, you might as well have a seat and introduce yourself." She said with a sigh, her silver blades nearby but currently at rest. Should he attack, she would defend herself, but she would not provoke him.
"Quite a welcoming reception for a huntress."
Zane emerged from the tree line and looked around her camp. Nothing but the clothes on her back, her weapons and a rabbit cooking on the fire. If her thoughts hadn't confirmed his suspicions, these would have been dead giveaways that she found herself in the same predicament.
He seated himself across the fire from her and lit a cigarette. The sun dipped through the trees and into his eyes. No fire. No burning of any kind. He could only assume that the rules of this world differed from their own. Or perhaps some other magick was protecting him from its effects. He allowed a moment to enjoy its warm touch before meeting Tehra's eyes across the flames.
"My name is Zane Bellecote, you are Tehra LeVerryn, a huntress of some renown and we find ourselves deposited in strange lands under the hand of what I am, for now, assuming is fuckery of the gods. Does that about cover introductions?"
It’s not the first time the portal has malfunctioned and he doesn’t imagine it’ll be the last. The ground underneath him where he’d fallen was soft at least and when he pulled himself up to look around, the sun was high in the sky and the birds sang in the trees around him. A forest, then. Now it was only a question of where… or sometimes when. The last time his portal malfunctioned he’d ended up in 1890s France.
Zane scented around him as any good hunter does. He could smell smoke and cooking meat. To a human he would imagine it to be quite pleasant, but to him it was overbearing. Yet cooking meant humans, or some variation thereof. Someone was camping nearby. How fortuitous. After one glance back to where the portal had left him, the ancient vampire crept low and moved towards the source, soundless as a shadow.
His mind heard the other souls thoughts before his ears did. He was too large to stay hidden for long, and so kept a distance, watching and listening instead. It was a woman. New here like him, deposited by forces beyond their control. The fire had covered it before but now he was upwind her scent came to him. It was blood. But not blood as he knew it. She had no wounds to speak of but the sheer power of the scent had him placing his hand against the nearest tree to steady himself, fingers curled into the bark hard enough to leave marks.
It begged him to feed, to attack recklessly and without thought. A powerful tool in the wrong hands, he reckoned. Perhaps honey to flies, dizzyingly sweet to tempt them into death. But he was not a young vampire and even among his own kind was renowned for self control. Certainly no fly.
Imagine setting us up all season with Aziraphale seeing with his own two seeing eyes how heaven isn’t good and then having him betray Crowley like that in the end because “we’re the good guys”.
Season 2 was bad and my mind will not be changed. ✌️
Kiiiinda disappointed with Good Omens season 2. A lot of the writing felt lazy/rushed and what’s with seeing a ten minute rushed relationship between Gabriel and Beezlebub and barely any development with Aziraphale and Crowley…
Like alllll that sub plot with two characters to get them together for some reason that was never followed up and then they just get shooed out the shop at the last five minutes?
The whole thing just felt real directionless
And what about the devil? Last season he was pooofed out of existence and NOTHING is said about it?
And the metatron isn’t recognised by the angels he was literally stood next to in a prior scene at Gabriel’s trial.
Aziraphale is randomly offered archangel out of nowhere by the metatron who’s had nothing to do with the series so far, liiiike. Where you been you funky little wizard man.
And then aziraphale just slaps Crowley straight across the damn face. “Oh look I can fix you and make you an Angel again. You’re bad I’m good.” Even after EVERYTHING heaven has done. And that I forgive you, Maaaate. Aziraphale got some prejudices.
AND THE ENDING.
If season 3 isn’t a giant fix it fic, me and Neil gonna square up
So at this point we’ve established I’m a cat who wanders in and out as I please. May be back for a while shortly if any one wants to jam cause I’m having my tonsils out and will likely be bored and wanting to write. We can either do a pick up where we left off or make something new.
Actual footage of working class people pretending the queen was their best mate and used to make them Sunday dinners and apple pie.
I drew a fangy boi
Why’s everyone obsessed with Butcher? He’s a prick.
“Infected you with a raging case of vagina”
“Homelander wanted to humiliate me because of what he’d done to my girl”
Please tell me more about how your wife being raped is humiliating for YOU. Such a gross character. Ew. Miss me with that shit. You like him because he’s a “hot” guy with a beard. Period. T.
Sorry I’ve not done replies in a bit folks. Mental healths been on the fritz again. Gonna try for them today but I try to not pressure myself too much cause that tends to make it worse
You know what I absolutely freaking love about Season 3 of The Umbrella Academy after the end of episode one? It’s that the first starring name to come up in the credits is Elliot Page. A very clear message of, “if you don’t like it then fuck off”, to all the fans who complained about Viktors’ coming storyline.
Gerard Way, as always, has my whole lil queer heart.