#[[ty for this!]]

[loremastering]

Is there a place in the world you've not visited yet, but would like to? And alternately, is there a place you've been that you never want to see again?

And The Stained is also still at large so...gotta deal with her first

[starlightiing]

hiii 6, 13 and 66?

Silly F1 Asks!

@ellenaferrante

Piarles or Yukierre?

Oooof tough one. I think I like Piarles just a bit more than I like Yukierre, but both of them are so, so, sooooo good.

Which driver do you like most, Pierre Gasly or Esteban Ocon?

Why would you ask me this!!! I'm going to cry!!! Both of them are my babies equally!!!! So when I get asked this, I usually answer with Pierre simply because I have liked him longer and he was the first driver I latched on to when I started watching F1. However, I genuinely regard them as equals in my eyes so it's!!! Hard to answer this, but I'll go with Pierre for now. The real answer is: there is no answer to this. BUT for the reasons stated above and to actually answer the question, Pierre.

If you could add a track to a country of your choice, where would it be?

Hmm, I never really thought about this, but maybe Norway? That's probably out of left field but it was one of the first things that popped into my head.

[samuhelll]

@babydxhl (continued from here)

“Age, sex, location— what do I look like, ‘FBI, go catfish’?” 

He clasps his hands with a loud thud, his eyes crinkling when he smiles. “Kidding!” he exclaims. The beige of his Civic turns his eyes muddy. “Mary Dahl,” he drawls. “Sam Croker.”

He doesn’t offer a hand. Not when he knows the end result will always be a singular, invariable response like fate and the past and the linearity of time. He wouldn’t crouch down, anyway—his knees go sore in Gotham’s cold—and Mary has the look of a heckled cat, inclined to clawing. 

“Gotta say. The whole Chernobyl routine, what with the ‘make war, not love’—” Voice rumbling. Then, firework hands. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!” he croaks. Sam smiles. “Love it.” 

He means the nuclear power plant. Killer Croc. Mary’s radioactive headline in a history of front-page articles and rap-sheet heartaches. Her hair is Toblerone gold. 

“Anyway—” He draws in a breath. He drops his hands. “How about some showbiz?”

[adamworu]

hii i just wanted to say thank you for the years uve been posting eva and hyper-analyzing the series and kaworu especially .. i found ur blog after watching the series back when the Kaworu Database consisted mostly of soundboards and shit like that and despite my waning interest in the series ive not had the impulse to unfollow u. which is weird for me, because at the ripe age of 26 there’s a lot about nge that doesnt sit right with me anymore.

i got my boyfriend to watch NGE and the rebuilds with me and found myself genuinely ashamed way more than i’d anticipated. the last movie was the nail in the coffin for me specifically because of, let’s face it, the surplus of self-aware asuka fanservice. i was repulsed and denounced my interest in the series entirely. it was difficult to make such a claim because of how important to me the series was (still is, if im being honest) and how pivotal it was to my growth at the time i first watched it.

saw one of your posts on my dash today and went to take a casual look at your blog cuz i was curious as to how you were faring in the sea of eva content after a solid 10 years. looked at one of your posts explaining what nge is at its core and the messages it means to send and How it sends them and found myself falling back into the mindset of “fuck, i missed this shit.”

i appreciate how many years you’ve spent looking at evangelion as a piece of psychological horror, how many years you’ve spent dissecting it under a microscope with 50000x magnification. you’ve been the Only thing that’s brought eva back to the front of my feeble little brain over the past, idk five years or so, and youve now been the reason why i can still appreciate the series despite its flaws. you don’t focus on those flaws and it reads that you do so not because you don’t care, but because they’re obvious and don’t need to be stated. im starting to ramble and im sorry that this ask was long but dming you felt too.. personal despite this message being exactly that.

TL;DR, thank you for analyzing evangelion and kaworu nagisa for many years and singlehandedly reminding me of all the reasons why i enjoyed the series as much as i did when i first watched it. i know your interest in eva is waning, so thank you for what youve given the world over the last 10 years <3

Thank you ever so much! This blog sort of started as a way for me to navigate Eva myself. It's been 10 years and though my passion has fizzled, I still get those visceral feelings of Eva no matter what. It always pulls me in. I still have some of that juice left in me, but mostly I found other source material at the moment I'm highkey obsessed over (I'll give you a hint: cult classic, starts with V, ends with D). It's not all bad. I hope you have a wonderful day :)

[il-mostrc]

The scene is a grisly one. Another case where a gun was used. It wasn't a random encounter; it involved the emotional heaviness of a family murder. While children could be suspects, especially if they hold troublesome behavior in school, most often the statistics lead to the parents who were incapable of handling their mental strain to the point that the only way out (the way they saw it) was to extinguish the full line of the household.

Hannibal stood position just beyond the yellow tape as it fluttered in the cold November day drizzle. One hand was hooked around his wrist, and his position ramrod as he observed the line of agents moving in and out of the house: muddied steps, muddied carpet, damaged door from the force of entry. Hannibal could almost envision the scene.

Sophia (@tacticalempathy) stood beside him, eyes steady on the same doorframe that he had been staring at for a solid ten minutes. A few blinks, he shifted his head marginally to absorb her presence.

❝ Losing him was the cruelest thing I've ever experienced. ❞

She spoke to no one. Hannibal could detect from her vacant expression that something disturbing had triggered such a statement. A quick glance to the door by the movement of his eyes only before settling back on her.

"Has the past came to visit you just now?"

A gust of biting wind flicked Hannibal's zipped sweater lapels, peaking out from his chequered woolen coat with navy blues and browns. This weather called for layering up. Even though his tie sprang forth professionalism, he held an air that others couldn't help but examine when being out on the field.

He was no agent, but he managed to blend with this particular crowd, adapting to the mannerisms perfected on the field.

[remyfire]

If you were a drop of precipitation, where on Earth would you like to fall? Would you be a raindrop, a snowflake, or a piece of hail?

I'm going to be so so good and not give a meme answer a raindrop falling on a specific person's tits who said that

I feel like I would like to be a really intricate snowflake. I'd drift down, really big and fluffy and pretty, slowly, slowly. I would be the first flake with many more coming behind me. And I would like to land on the back of someone's bare hand, and that person would be someone struggling to figure out why they're still here, someone who is experiencing such a fucking awful day. And I'd kiss the back of their hand, draw them out of their spiral, and be so surprising that I make them smile and look up and see all the beautiful snow that's falling just for them, and they would remember there is still joy in this world, and they would take a breath, and they would keep going, and they wouldn't stop. I would be the herald of unending promise, possibilities, and hope, even though I'd only be remembered for a millisecond before I was gone.

[airteacher]

Master Tenzin do you ever take Pema out or do you prefer date nights at home ?

"It's a mix of both. We prefer something simple and quiet, but that's not always possible with four kids at home and an always bustling city as the alternative."

[gingeredmink]

Hey! You're post about YNFGs was spot on! Interesting I read a philosophy article on a similar topic (earthbound-likes and pokemon-likes) and some indie person who was seething about Omori. TL:DR: games have a ontology leading back to a part of experience. Eventually you get a point where your ontology is 5 frames of other people's subjective experience layered on top with no "real" at the point. Pokemon, for example, was based on a guy's childhood memory of catching bugs vs rapid urbanisation. Then 20 years later you get a pokemon clone that's someone's experience of smogon battles, on top of someone's experience for playing pokemon, ontop of whatever the current layer is. You end up getting a hollow "shell" of layered improvements but "self-expression" is lost in a hall of mirrors of repeated frames of an experience. I hope this sort of makes sense, I'm not a philosopher but this has been a growing concern in a wider gaming philosophy not just YNFG. P.S. I've found a lot of good music through your blog. Probably wasn't the intention but .flow still lives rent free and now so does a playlist of songs Keep drawing and look after yourself!!!

THANK YOU! I was worried I was throwing out incomprehensible word salad and the point wouldn't be clear so I'm glad to hear it came across. The way you worded it makes perfect sense, and was more or less what I was trying to say in post.

Not pointing fingers or trying to make them look bad, but I think YNO and large collaborative games like 2kki really expedited this issue. Some people get into ynfg through online 2kki and so their experience is more of a weird/pretty dream exploration game with friends instead of something with loneliness at heart. It's a completely different experience that lacks a lot of what made people so fond of the original [dealing with loneliness and being withdrawn, indirect story telling and theory crafting, stuff like that.]

Like it's great that new players have such an easy way to play the games now and I'm happy more people are finding out about them via YNO and such, it's just you gotta be aware of how different it is from the original if you're gonna make a fangame.

AYE good to hear! Music is a big passion and I tend to listen to non-mainstream stuff so it's cool getting other people into it. Hell yeah!

I will do my best, life can be a struggle sometimes heh. Hope you take care as well~

[heartofhubris-a]

♪

[x] - I love the way this song sounds, but soup was the second album that Blind Melon created, and most of it is dedicated to the lead singer's slow decent into drug addiction before his depression n mental illness took his life. A lot of this album takes a look at what's wrong with the world, even if they don't know how to fix it.

Now I'll just lay my head down beside this God of mine And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind

[tellmegoodbye]

Would you rather be stranded at sea or lost in the desert. Why? And which (1) member of the 126+ Carlos & Grace would you have as your stranded companion??

Hi Lemon!!

This is a tough choice but I would say lost in the desert, just because I would be absolutely terrified of being surrounded by nothing but ocean. I would also pick Judd just because I feel like he would be the most helpful in a situation like that. Like in 3x16 when he and Wyatt were stuck out in the woods after he broke his leg, he knew exactly what to do and didnt panic.

I would also want Owen there too because if I'm going to be in a situation like that we need some comic relief!

[starlightiing]

:0 what’s ‘nyckierre vroom crash’ abt if you don’t mind providing a snippet of content 👀 other than the crash HAHA

Ask me about my WIPS!

tagging @allphatauri because he's been my soundboard for this fic and he's excited for it!

LMAO so the Nyckierre Vroom Crash one is a lot different than the Pierresteban Vroom Crash one. It's a complete AU, where Nyck de Vries never raced before in his life. He is a licensed counselor and a registered nurse.

(Also, it's not written yet, not even one single word, so I have no real content to give you I'm sorry)

Pierre gets into a crash on the track and it's quite severe. He ends up with a few life-long conditions, including being paralyzed from the waist down. So, obviously, he is unable to drive anymore.

This cocktail of medical issues and being paralyzed means at least for a little while (or potentially long term) he will need a 24/7 caretaker. Pierre's mum does her research and hires only the best of the best - that's Nyck. It works in their favor that he's an RN as well, because Pierre's vitals need constant monitoring for the first 2 weeks he's out of the hospital and the monitoring needed to be done by someone who understands what all the vitals mean. Nyck being an RN makes him perfect for that.

Pierre is - well, heartbroken. Devastated. Depressed. He is not an easy person to deal with in the beginning and it's understandable. There's lots of sharp tones and yelling and even some cold shoulder tactics that he uses with Nyck for a while, while he processes his own shit. Nyck being a licensed counselor tries to help the best he can - but he ends up getting Pierre into therapy because his expertise only goes so far and Pierre needs more help in that department than Nyck can give him.

But it's a slowburn, wherein Nyck is very VERY patient with frightened and wounded Pierre, and they make a ton of progress together - through MANY setbacks and trials and errors. Eventually, the goal is to get Pierre to answer all of his friends and his family because he's been ignoring their calls and texts. Then it's get Pierre out of the house. Then it's to get him to watch an F1 race. Then it's get him to a track to face his past life, see his friends, hurt and heal, ect ect.

I left out a lot of meat obviously but there's a good chunk of what that fic is meant to be about!

[fcalty]

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

accepting !

being the son of a politician meant nannies, home schooling, academic progammes and a lot of poltical social functions. tanyn barely spent time with other children outside of his siblings besides the controlled meetings with other politician's children. he was a very active child with a lot of energy and a short attention span. he spoke and moved fast, tiring out his parents and nannies. his reckless behaviour turned his polite, obedient siblings against him because they were desperate to gain favor from their parents.

when tanyn was sent away to the jedi academy because of his abilities, he shadowed the older children because he was used to being around adults. he made a few friends at the academy with children who could keep up with him and stand his endless chattering and question. but his knack for trouble and rambling made him unpopular. persistent as the day he was born, he clung to the older students that tolerated him until they accepted him as one of their own. his other friends abandoned him because of his friendship with the school delinquents.

in tanyn's 14th year, the temple broke into conflict. he took up arms with his friends and left the burning school behind. the end of his childhood was the beginning of his life as a knight of ren. the other warriors became his family and all thoughts of friendship and normal life were left behind in the ashes.

because tanyn never had a real childhood, never really grew up. he still has the playful attitude and curiousness of a child. it is an ironic twist compared to his lethal skills as a knight. he still tries to make friends with young officers inside the first order but he always ends up scaring them off. is it the annoying rambling? graphic descriptions of violence? the terrifying mask and wraith-like clothes? who knows...

[reynaruina]

How do you feel about fandom/ships that you have not interacted with the source material? I personally enjoy a few fandoms/ships that I have zero interest in or intention of interacting with the source material. If you have some you enjoy, who got you into it? Do you plan to read/watch/listen to the original material at some point?

*Asks are for fun, if it doesn't strike your fancy please feel no guilt in not answering. *

That depends entirely on the level of annoyance they bring to the table tbh. Even if I aesthetically like the people that get shipped and I enjoy the situations the fans put them in, the moment it saturates my dashboard with post after post of nothing but them is the moment I grab the slingshot and the hard pellets

I do have a couple ships from things I haven't watched myself though, one from TMNT that I was sold in via comic and that one ship from Good Omens literally everyone and their mum likes

[il-mostrc]

The Uffizi, with its otherworldly allure, held Hannibal in its thrall. The collections, from paintings to sculptures, architecture, books and archives, were a siren's call, tempting one to spend more than a day within the gallery walls. It was a long day for Lawrence (@bloodypuzzle), and had Hannibal not been captivated by the enchantment of Florence and its treasures (and the desire to share it with him), he would have been more observant of the pains that started to strike.

Upon rounding the archway into the jewel of his being, he felt the weaving of an arm around his own and the weight of another as they leaned into him. It was enough for Hannibal to grip his forearm, guiding him to the bench before the grand painting for him to rest. Before he could part his lips to speak, Lawrence's voice echoed off the white walls of the small enclosure.

With a deep inhale, he curled the brochure in his hand before exhaling slowly, eyes momentarily closed as he recalled his boyhood years of sitting in the very same spot, sketchbook in hand, as he drew the masterpiece to absorb the artist's thoughts. Slowly, he reopened his eyes, for the vision in his head was the exact replica of the painting on the wall before them.

"I came here nearly every day when I was a young man," this painting mesmerized him early on. So much so that he murdered a couple and replicated the nymph, taken by Zephyrus to become Flora after their marriage. They were intricately arranged in the back of a delivery truck. A smile formed, his eyes tracing the delicate paint strokes that only Botticelli could depict with such depth. The emotional impact of the painting was profound; it was as if it had a hold on his very soul.

"The Goddess Venus is highlighted slightly to the center, framed by the springtime foliage. Over one hundred different plants were painted into this piece, all remarkably accurate." Details that may evade others all came to light with Hannibal. "With an unfurling hand towards her son Cupid, he directs his arrow at the three graces of virtue; Chastity, Beauty, and Love." His eyes move unblinking to each side of the painting. "Mercury, the God of May, and his staff as he ushers away the winter clouds. Zephyrus, the west wind captures his bride Chloris. She is transformed then to Flora..and litters Gaia with her flowers."

Transformation. What he went under when walking the streets of Florence.

He turns to Lawrence, and a slanted smile spreads across his face. "This painting was commissioned to show marriage and above everything else... love." Upon saying the word, he lifts his hand to comb his fingers through Lawrence's fair hair. Gratitude seeping from the gentle touch, he had humored Hannibal all too much today.

His cane announced him long before Lawrence appeared at Hannibal's side. The oncologist touched his waist first ( though he suspected the other man knew he was there ) before slipping his arm around Hannibal's. For a few minutes, Lawrence leaned into him, changing the way he distributed his weight. A soft sigh left him, and the trembling fingers on Hannibal's sleeve stilled. It could only last so long, he knew, but the brief rest for his severed limb would make an impressive difference when they went to leave the museum. After almost an entire day on his feet, even he could ( silently ) admit to needing a break. "Tell me about it," Lawrence said quietly, nodding toward the Italian master - work in front of them. The painting was unknown to him. His mouth curled into a smile as he continued, eyes glancing at Hannibal. "I could read the plaque, of course, but I would rather hear you explain it." Simply put, he could listen to Hannibal speak for hours ; his thinly - veiled excuses to hear his companion's voice today had probably come close to making that statement a reality.

[sugurau]

as the setting sun continues it's rapid descent, as does suguru's will. there is something harrowing to being awake for over 48 hours, something that makes the shadows feel a little more closed - in, something that makes suguru blink away the dancing shapes that linger just a beat longer than usual.

the last thing he needs is for anyone to say he's lost it again.

suguru is pinching the bridge of his nose, willing away the throb behind his eyes when @muekura speaks. ❝ it's late, you look tired. ❞ they aren't wrong, not by a long shot, but suguru wonders just how bad he looks for it to be noticed.

he gives himself one moment of self - composition before he glances over, smoothening his face into polite warmth. ❝ where the day goes, hm ? it was noon just a second ago. ❞