The souls repudiate every confinement

Apr 17
Apr 17

sammneiland:

this really speaks to me.

Apr 17
gold-and-atauro:

On that day the trainers of Hoenn revived a grim reminder…

gold-and-atauro:

On that day the trainers of Hoenn revived a grim reminder…

Apr 17

omg I found the second part to that Wednesday gif!

lmao Lurch is killin’ it

Apr 17
srsfunny:

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srsfunny:

If They Fit, They Sit
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Apr 17

breelandwalker:

feliciakainz:

carryonmywaywardalpaca:

dearborns:

#how many times have I quoted this in my lifetime #far too many and still not enough

Guys, btw, this is an actual insult

if he calls your mother a hamster, it indicates that she is a fast-breeding rodent— you can get the insult there

and if he says your father smelt of elderberries, well, wine was primarily made from elderberries in the time of king arthur. he’s calling his dad a drunk

more you know

Apr 17
Apr 17

Pokémon XY (Special Episode): The Strongest Mega Evolution ~Act I~ (ポケットモンスターXY特別編 最強メガシンカ ~ActⅠ(アクトワン)~)

Apr 17

gaibhre:

yep, just like a warthog.

Apr 17
Apr 17
Apr 17

quote You know..I still wonder how much of it was planned. How much of it HE knew in advance.
I thought I was rebelling. I thought I was defying His rule.
No…I was merely fulfilling another tiny segment of His great and powerful Plan.
If I had not rebelled, another would have, in my stead. Raguel, perhaps. Or Sandalphon.
We fell, my comrades in arms and I. We fell so far…so long…
And after an eternity of falling, we came to rest in this place. And I knew then that there was no way that I would ever return to Paradise…

— Lucifer (via quotes-from-lucifer)
Apr 17

itthatbetrays asked: Lu. Maz. Terrible Christmas sweaters. Christmas picture. Gogogo.

raven-jem:

I did not expect to get any fic done tonight but then Lu hijacked my brain. He’s a surprisingly chatty demanding muse, as I’m sure you know. Possibly no definitely slightly inaccurate in vague references to history/mythology, sorry. Also I threw continuity out the window whoops so don’t ask me when exactly this is set. But here ya go! :D Lu and Maz and… terrible Christmas sweaters. edit: fuck forgot the christmas picture bit… might be a coda tomorrow…

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December settles on Los Angeles lightly. The weather doesn’t turn, no more than usual, and certainly not in any way that is perceptible to one who has experienced both the iciest, Dantean reaches of hell and the most turbulent, fire-violent depths that inspired John Martin. It snows in the city, once, and barely half an inch at that. Spurts of what they call holiday cheer begin to crop up within the city, in short bursts that slowly build toward a noisy bubble of festivity toward the end of the month. These Americans glorify traditions scrabbled together from ancient mid-winter celebrations and that old feast and hunt of the one-eyed trickster. Tint them with denser crowds in the shops and pandering to blood relatives. Increased risk of suicide, pregnancy, mental illness, heart attacks, and car crashes. Oh, and the birth, the on-going fuss about a son of god and a virgin birth and other such inanities. Lucifer has never died for humanity, and he doubts Michael ever would. It always sounds like someone had bleached Dionysus’s tale.

Christmas.

Last year he indulged and incorporated a few…  holiday-appropriate songs into his repertoire. This year, he doesn’t feel nearly so indulgent. And at this time of night, there are no guests in the piano bar to attempt to make such requests of him. He idles at the piano, picking out an old folk song that turns into a Wagnerian symphony that shifts again into a Robert Johnson cover, though this last he quickly cuts off, as he still can’t get it sound right in his head no matter which instrument he uses. There was a time, just after he’d liberated himself from hell oh-so-cleverly and left the keys with Morpheus, that having these secret hours to waste on creating musical nonsense had given him a sense of… not quite happiness, but more than freedom. The time was his to spend as he chose and—those days had passed quickly, and he still could not be satisfied.

Breaking the silence that follows the end of the song are soft footsteps behind him, coming to a rest just to his right. Then waiting. “Never make a deal with anyone you meet at a crossroads. Unless you hold all the cards.”

“Yes, my lord.”

He turns his head to the side partially, sees her out of the corner of his eye, and then turns fully in his seat to confirm that first glance. “Are you warm enough?”

“Yes, my lord. Elaine sent gifts.” Mazikeen holds the bundle in her arms out slightly, uncharacteristically uncertain of her function. After another beat, the faintest smirk appears on Lucifer’s face and he gently lowers the fallboard and slides off the bench.

“Should we trust in the child’s taste?” he asks, pulling the bundle from her loose grip. With no witnesses present, he tugs the sweater on, though the noise it makes when moved tells him preemptively that the answer is probably a no. For a moment, they stand, facing each other and taking in the spectacle, and this is perhaps the closest they’ve ever come to celebrating Christmas on earth (he thinks—no, he knows that Elaine is aware of that. Somehow, she must be).

The slightest grimace of distaste reveals Mazikeen’s opinion on the black sweater she wears, with its rows of nutcrackers, bells, and wreaths, and the alternating hearts and stars stripe and, oh, teddy bears. Teddy bears with candy canes. How quaint. Lucifer’s sweater is bright red, with a scene across the front depicting trees and boxes and strange horned creatures that remind him of Moloch. With real bells, which explains the jingling.

“I believe this is called a gag.” He tilts his head to one side. “Or perhaps a white elephant?” Certainly, wearing these in public could be ruinous to their reputations. Mazikeen gives him a look, one that somehow flirts with both insubordination and begging simultaneously, and he relents. “Send her a thank you card. And start a fire. Gifts from powerful little girls must not be taken lightly,” he leans in slightly, bells jingling merrily, to murmur, “And must be disposed of carefully.”

Apr 17
maggiezw:

Mortales. ¿Porqué me culpan de todas sus debilidades? Usan mi nombre como si estuviera sentado en sus hombros todo el día, obligándoles a cometer actos que, de otra manera encontrarían repulsivos. “El Diablo me obligó”. Nunca obligué a Nadie hacer nada. Nunca. Viven sus propias vidas. Yo no las vivo en su lugar. -Lucifer

maggiezw:

Mortales. ¿Porqué me culpan de todas sus debilidades? Usan mi nombre como si estuviera sentado en sus hombros todo el día, obligándoles a cometer actos que, de otra manera encontrarían repulsivos. “El Diablo me obligó”. Nunca obligué a Nadie hacer nada. Nunca. Viven sus propias vidas. Yo no las vivo en su lugar. -Lucifer

Apr 16
gregxb:

In the never ending debate over which comic company is better, Marvel or DC, this is one area where the winner is clearly DC. Lucifer is incredible. His appearances in Sandman were always highlights for me. I think it managed to tell the story of a selfish being whose goals occasionally colluded with those of others. It managed to walk a very tight rope: sometimes, Lucifer seemed righteous, true, good, but then he’d do something spiteful, petty, or tricky. He was never portrayed as a “good guy,” but he was always a character who I wanted to know more about. It paints him as more of a rebel, rather than pure evil. He’s a bad guy, but the way he is portrayed, you have to agree with some of the things he is pissed off about. The character is sympathetic, but by no means good. It can easily be read as the tale of struggle between a father and a son and how both deal with the son coming into his own. In that sense it’s an archetypal story.
Mephisto will… take your marriage if you’re an idiot. 
I’ll take the Morningstar over Marvel’s pantheon of cartoon devils.

gregxb:

In the never ending debate over which comic company is better, Marvel or DC, this is one area where the winner is clearly DC. Lucifer is incredible. His appearances in Sandman were always highlights for me. I think it managed to tell the story of a selfish being whose goals occasionally colluded with those of others. It managed to walk a very tight rope: sometimes, Lucifer seemed righteous, true, good, but then he’d do something spiteful, petty, or tricky. He was never portrayed as a “good guy,” but he was always a character who I wanted to know more about. It paints him as more of a rebel, rather than pure evil. He’s a bad guy, but the way he is portrayed, you have to agree with some of the things he is pissed off about. The character is sympathetic, but by no means good. It can easily be read as the tale of struggle between a father and a son and how both deal with the son coming into his own. In that sense it’s an archetypal story.

Mephisto will… take your marriage if you’re an idiot. 

I’ll take the Morningstar over Marvel’s pantheon of cartoon devils.