#{Here we go again! :p}

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[russellius]

GEORGE RUSSELL is seen by his car prior to the third practice session ahead of the Formula One Azerbaijan Grand Prix at the Baku City Circuit in Baku on September 14, 2024. Photos by Andrej Isakovic.

[what-even-is-sleep]

thinking about Bodkin again bc I mean,,, ALL THE SYMBOLISM OHHHHHGH. i NEED some tumblr film analysis hobbyists to watch this show and tell me all the themes n such

[thevioletcaptain]

I know the ask is about ships but could you make a non ship one with Dean and Carlos from the Winchesters? I can't think of an exact thing for Dean to say, but the first sentence can be what Dean would say for their first meeting. Thank you if you can (*^‿^*)

"I like your hair," Dean says, staring up from where he's clinging to the bottom of Mary's winter coat, and Carlos grins wide when he adds, with all the breathless gravity of a four year old eager to impress their opinions upon a new friend; "It's swooshy and it's pretty like Mommy's hair, and your-- your beads are pretty and shiny and shiny is my favorite color."

"Swooshy and pretty and shiny is exactly what I was going for, so thank you, little buddy."

Even with almost six years between now and the last time he'd seen Mary, Carlos is relieved to find that they still have a good sense of one-another -- can still communicate silently, swiftly, like they used to when it was life or death. He meets her eye, and her face softens, and understanding passes between them before he slides one of his lucky beaded bracelets -- the bloodstone one -- free.

Dean's eyes light up when he takes it.

When he smiles, he looks just like his mother.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[olliepurples]

as a kaleidoscope of death reader, spirealm lin qiushi's reaction to li dongyuan pulling out a pic of ruan baijie is so interesting to me. he clearly knows who she is, but doesn't react with surprise at all; he's seen her before. however, thus far, ruan nanzhu has only ever presented male onscreen. therefore, lin qiushi must have met ruan baijie offscreen.

my hc scenario for this is that lin qiushi was just chilling at the obsidian house one time and ruan baijie walked out of a door and collapsed on the couch sighing. after a solid minute of thinking "who is that??? have they broken in??? do i need to tell someone???" cheng qianli walks in asks how ruan-jie is doing. cue several minutes of strained eavesdropping where lin qiushi tries to confirm if he heard right, before ruan baijie calls out to him to stop eavesdropping and make her a drink. this is the thing that confirms to lin qiushi that they are the same person.

[venigni]

It's near midnight on a Tuesday and suddenly, as I struggle to fall asleep, I get back up and decide to start another Lies of P playthrough.

[blackjackkent]

Rakha squints at the machine. To judge by Balthazar's notes, this Gortash constructed it. It is a translator of the memories of brains.

The head mounted on it is deathly still - but it twitches to life as soon as Rakha places one of the jarred brains (labeled "True Mind") onto the pedestal nearby.

"Every day he comes..." it whispers . "Every day for three days, to ask me how I feel... I want to tell but... I am confused. Which... which day is it?"

Rakha tilts her head uncertainly. "Who is this 'he' you're talking about?" she demands.

"We are his pets. His plan," mutters the head. "Lord Gortash."

Rakha keys in with more interest now. If this head - or the brain, she supposes, its memories filtered through the machine - can tell her anything of Gortash, perhaps she will learn something useful...

"It's the first day," she says quietly.

"The first - yes!" the brain says eagerly. "Five days since he put that thing in my eye. But the first day he came to visit. He says I am the last. That the other subjects have all changed."

Rakha's eyes narrow. "It's the second day."

The head shudders. "Eye hurts. Head hurts. But he says I am past the worst of it. That I won't change like the others. He's given me a place of honor, so he can repeat his miracle. And a name... 'True Soul'."

Ah. It is coming together now. This is a memory of whatever experiments Gortash did to change the tadpoles. Halsin said they had been altered; so did the guardian. This brain has the memories of the first to survive the process.

"It's the third day," she says harshly.

"She whispers in my mind..." croons the head dreamily. "She sings. Praise the Absolute..."

The worm squirms inside Rakha's head and she winces. "Tell me about these others."

"Separate cells," whispers the brain. "I never saw them. But when they changed." A pause, and then suddenly a bloodcurdling scream that rings in Rakha's ears. "MY HEAD! I CAN FEEL THEM IN MY HEAD!"

-----

"Hand me one of the other jars," Rakha mutters.

Wyll shifts uneasily and looks at Minthara, who picks up one of the jarred brains and passes it in Rakha's direction. "Let's move on," he says. "Let's leave this accursed thing. It's foul - evil."

"It might have answers," Rakha says curtly, fixing the next jar into place.

-----

The next brain is labeled "Willing Mind." Its voice is jarringly cheery; it seems unaware of its horrific state and causes the rubbery face to stare up at Rakha with a wide smile from ear to ear.

"Ahem-hem. Pardon!" it says brightly. "Wouldn't do to phlegm all over Lord Gortash during my first performance, would it? Acoustics are a little off in here... which is where, exactly?"

Rakha blinks. "Are you some... kind of performer?" she asks doubtfully.

"Just a serving girl with notions." The head would shrug if it had any shoulders. "Til I met Lord Gortash. He heard me singing in Beggar's Rest. Said he needed someone to 'give voice to lost knowledge.' A little over my head, being honest, but the lord has gold. I trust he knows his business. Now... I'd best warm up."

A singer. Someone small, snatched up as a subject for experiments. Innocent - and still lost in a delusion, even now.

Rakha scowls. "Snap out of it," she mutters. "And look around you."

"Could do with a bit of natural light, all right," the head says promptly, seemingly unbothered. "But you know these nobles - odd as fae folk. Now, I need to prepare! Wish me luck!"

-----

The head goes slack again. Rakha's lips tighten with a discomfort she can't explain.

"By all odds, the happiest person we are likely to encounter in this wretched place," Minthara says dryly.

-----

The third brain is labeled "Butchered Mind." The head shudders and vibrates and whispers, its eyes narrowing in sudden conspiratorial intensity.

"Ssshhhhh..." it hisses. "This place listens. It knows. If we're going to escape, we have to be smart."

Escape is most certainly beyond this brain's capabilities at this point... but perhaps its information will still be useful. "You know a way out?" Rakha asks.

"This place is alive," the head says eagerly. "A big thinking thing, and it needs our flesh to grow. I've seen them put corpses in the walls - and they just melt away. So we've got to trick it, see? Make it think we're part of it. That's why the doors only open for--"

It breaks off and its eyes go wide and terrified, staring up at Rakha with horror. "Wait. How did *you* get in here? Away, SLAVE! They might have taken your mind, but they won't have MINE!"

And then it goes limp and says no more.

[avaryy]

ryan ross, live in chicago 2/?: nine in the afternoon

[atopvisenyashill]

do love how this is an asoiaf blog but i did not put either show in my top 10 this is the world we live in

[todayisafridaynight]

everyday i constantly think of masato's wheelchair and if that's his only one/main one no wonder he's so pissed at everyone

[monsterbisexual]

the silt verses: chapter 34

chapter 38

[protoindoeuropean]

i'm breaking my silence on the us elections to make two comments:

1) maybe when they replace biden, the us american political establishment will find out that they can in fact carry out an electoral campaign that lasts less than half a year, as is the case in most normal countries,* and take that as a lesson for the future (they won't, but still)

2) the whole voting pro:contra discourse is so baffling. in what world is "suck it up and vote" a good tactic to convince people to vote? like, someone addresses me like that and i will just automatically recoil. a lot of these posts are just very off-putting with the entitled attitude they're projecting. like, pushing the blame for electoral failures from politicians to the people who should've (??) voted for them just turns around completely the fact that politicians should customarily be accountable to the electorate. not the other way around. and wrt (??): why do you even think a certain group of people is supposed to vote for someone in the first place?

but also if you do want to steer politicians in a certain direction, publicly saying you will never vote for them is just throwing away your influence. even if you don't plan on voting! like, whether you do vote or not is your private matter and nobody will know what you do in the end, so whatever. but if you do have political goals you want to see realized, it only makes sense that your (appearance of) support is conditional. and always conditional, it goes both ways – blanket support is as toothless as blanket opposition. so yes, i find both cries that any and all criticisms of biden must be psyops as well as people convincing others that voting for democrats is always in vain quite baffling, at least as far as tactics go. you might prefer not to be strategic for whatever personal reasons and i have nothing to say to that**

and on this point as well, treating voting or not voting as some deeply moral act is misguided, i think. politics operates at a scale where one individual person has very little power, so to fault people for decisions on this level seems disproportionate if nothing else

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

My partner finally finished BG3 but has no idea that his ending was actually bad cause he was a pro-Vlaakith githyanki who rode off with Lae'zel but got NO EPILOGUE where Withers points out y'all died im 😭😭😭

they have no idea what happened with Gale or anyone else (who was still alive) after flying away 🙃🙃🙃

[flunkyofmalcador]

I’ve been saying for months that the Israeli government was speed running the Bush administration and 9/11. That is:

The country is attacked in an act of savagery.

The government had intel on this attack, but chose not to act on it.

The government declares war and has international support.*

Things get gnarly in the country the government has been fighting in.

Government declares war on an unrelated country who the government considers potentially dangerous.

Government now has two, unending, simultaneous wars.

The invasion of Iraq is to the US what the bombing of the Iraqi consulate is to Israel.

Have fun, fellas.

*Not so much for Israel of course. Because Jews.

[umbranarts]

I imagine Keegan Russ snuck his gameboy to a close family’s funeral when he was a kid.

Shit he’d play candy crush or clash of clans on his mobile if it’s a not-so close or a douchebag relative.