River Tam fighting Reavers gives Butcher of Torfan vibes. Fight me.

She can kill you with her brain.

But sometimes an axe is better.

scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unless☝️you eat a lemon

THE PRINCESS BRIDE (1987) dir. Rob Reiner

Obsessed with the concept of a character who has never been treated kindly or gently in their life (or in a very long time) and suddenly being treated gently and with care and being stunned and then overwhelmed by it.

i dont know

good answer

A gothic horror story where a gentleman from a good family gets haunted by something monstrous, which follows him around and keeps killing people around him at utter random, in cruel and horrifying ways. Specifically within circumstances where the protagonist has no alibi, and everything indicates that he committed the murders.

But the real horror is not that he would find himself accused of the murders, but that the people around him naturally assume that he did do it, but genuinely do not care, because the victims are never people that the society around him considers "important". The scullery maid of his household is found brutalised beyond recognition in a room where even the ceiling has been splattered with blood, and a constable of the local police brushes it off as a case of household discipline gone wrong, being horrifyingly casual with the assumption that the protagonist severely beat a girl in his service to death, and will dismiss it as an accident. The street urchin that the protagonist was seen talking with - wanting to help this poor little orphan - is found decapitated, severed head in the protagonist's fireplace. This, too, is calmly swept under the rug.

After every horrifying murder, the protagonist tries to seek help, to present the crime to authorities in hopes of getting some semblance of help, or at least clearing his own name of this, but every time it's brushed off. "These things do happen", he is reassured, like it's perfectly normal that a mansion of that size has a secret garden of unmarked graves in one shady corner.

The real horror is the ever-encompassing implication that this is perfectly normal.

The whumpee would be left alone, chained up and in the mercy of the elements- it’s the way the whumper scared the desire for freedom out of their captivate. In the whumper’s captivity, the whumpee at least had warmth.

She's a whore, Shepherd. The term is "companion." I always get those mixed up.

Firefly | 1.01

if you ask me, the guy who put the sword INTO the stone should be king, not the chucklefuck who got it out.

I assume the guy who put the "sword that makes you the king" into the stone, doesn't really want the position

i think the stone should be king since it held the sword the longest

“W-what are you doing! You said you didn’t have any rules”

“I don’t. You can do whatever you want. And if whatever that is annoys me, I’ll hurt you.”

whumptober no.19: blood trail

Captain Zoë Washburne stared out of the open cargo bay doors, her eyes darker than the clouds covering the sky.

Captain. It didn't feel right. Not when he was barely even a few hours dead.

There was a quiet scuff of shoes on the grill behind her and she turned, her eyes never leaving the greying landscape.

"C-captain?"

"What is it, doc'?"

He barely stumbled over the title and Zoë had to concede that it was slightly impressive.

"I... I just wanted to-" he sighed and the captain finally turned to look at him. His eyes were faintly red and he was fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater, wet patches staining the sweater a dark blue.

Thunder echoed through the ship, rain pinging off of the hull.

Simon avoided Zoë's eyes and took a deep breath.

"I wanted to say that, as the new Captain, I understand if you want me and River off of the ship-"

It was the last straw.

Without warning Zoë punched him and he fell to the floor with a thud barely audible over the rain.

Simon looked up at her and wiped at his split lip, his eyes wide.

"Bi zui," Zoë said harshly, "Let me make something very clear, doc'. You were part of Mal's crew. That means you're a part of mine too. If I didn't want you here, you'd be long gone."

She stuck out a hand and the doctor hesitantly took it. Pulling him up, Zoë handed him a handkerchief, watching as he wiped the blood away.

"We don't let go of our own," she added softly. " 'specially not after something like this. Dong ma?"

Slowly, Simon nodded. "Dang ran."

They stood like that for a while, the rain steadily increasing, creating a curtain of greys.

"Do you need me to look at that?" he asked and Zoë flexed her hand. It hurt but not as much as her heart.

She shook her head.

"It's fine, doc'. Go and be with your mei-mei and Kaylee. They need you."

Watching as he left, the new Captain of Serenity absent-mindedly rubbed over her raw knuckles, feeling better than she had before.

She now understood why Mal had always punched the doc'. It really did help.

In the distance, a figure staggered through the wind and rain, his brown coat the only colour for miles.

Incorrect Quotes: Jane Eyre (70/?)

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Adrenaline

Love when the character known by one and all to be a lazy, chronically sleep-deprived, generally underperforming loser suddenly throws themself into the path of danger, moving with a speed none would have suspected them to have possessed in order to protect someone under their care.