#( they've come so far already )

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[theintelligentfool]

hey! i'm still thinking a lot about the minecraft movie and how much potential there is to take the plot in just about any direction - i understand why it would be impractical at best to try and make a film adaptation of the fallen kingdom saga, but that would probably be my favorite...

all this to say: i would love to see other people's takes on potential plots! i think it's actually kind of a lovely way to capture different people's relationships to the game - so reblog this and add (on the post or in the tags) any ideas you feel strongly about? :0

[daybreakrising]

@resolutepath: "What if they kissed?" ( Dan Heng & Blade )

Do you trust me?

A loaded question, even heavier when it settles between them, two beings bending beneath the weight of a complicated history, and even as he asks it, Blade knows the answer could never be that simple. Do you trust me, he asks of a man he has hunted across the stars, of a man forced to kill him over, and over, or be killed himself. Do you trust me, he asks, when Dan Heng's only reason to do so is memories of a life that is not his own, of emotions that belong to another.

The vidyadhara has every reason to mistrust him, yet it is with a carefully considered nod that he answers. No words spoken, and though there is trepidation within those familiar eyes, there is also curiosity. There is a fleeting furrow between Dan Heng's brows that, combined with the quiet set of his mouth, transposes another's image over his, almost identical save for the slightest differences that only one who knew that face so well would ever notice.

Blade closes his eyes against memory, and hardens his resolve against the itch that crawls beneath his skin. He keeps them closed as he draws forth a length of cloth from a pocket, smooths it through his fingers. He says not a word as he lifts the cloth to his face, winds it about his head, so that even should he open his eyes he will see nothing but darkness.

If it works for her, maybe it will work for me.

Do you trust me, he asked of Dan Heng, but it is he who now places trust in the other, depriving himself of a vital sense, willingly making himself vulnerable in his presence - and though they both know he does not need to see to be a threat, he hopes the message he sends is clear.

"..." Lips part with intention to speak, but he falters, unsure which words he wishes to utter first. There is so much he desires to say, yet untangling the complex weave of their lives, their emotions, their memories, seems like an impossible task. Where to even start, when there is no safe path upon which to tread?

He can feel the presence of the other, like an aura that both comforts and electrifies him in equal measure. There is a warmth upon his wrist that soothes the itch, quiets the howling in the depths of his mind, and he wonders if Dan Heng feels a similar warmth upon his own, or if this is some imagining conjured by his own longing. He doesn't know if the vidyadhara still wears his half of this matching pair, or if it is lost to history, and he has not yet dared to ask, for fear of the answer.

Slowly, he raises a hand, reaches cautiously forward until he feels the texture of cloth beneath his fingers. He jerks back as if burned, his blindfolded gaze lifting to 'meet' that of Dan Heng's. "May I...?" He asks, and once again the answer that comes is one of silent gesture. He feels fingers curling about his hovering hand, feels the gentle tug guiding him forward. Now that he has been given consent, he does not hesitate - hands come to rest upon shoulders still tense with uncertainty, hold firm, and he takes a step forward, then another, until he can feel the whisper of breath against his skin.

He feels a stirring within the shadow of his mind, a familiar burn - but unlike previous meetings, it is less of a fire and more smouldering embers, present but dormant. It is working, he thinks, and he surprises himself at the relief that bubbles within his chest at the thought. He cannot know how long this trick will contain the mara - as much as he wishes to savour the moment, time is ever borrowed and must not be wasted.

One hand grounds him upon Dan Heng's shoulder, but the other does not linger in place for long. With the lightest touch, his fingers trace a path across cloth, seeking the warmth of skin instead. Do you trust me, he asked, and now that trust must be tested - fingertips skim the vidyadhara's collar and his hand, at last, meets the line of his throat. He is careful, of course, to keep his touch light, but still the other tenses, and he cannot fault him for it.

"It's okay," he utters, so quietly he fears it may be lost beneath the rapid beat of the vidyadhara's heart, beneath the pulse that he can feel racing under his fingertips. "Trust me."

The thrum of life he can feel beneath his skin is tempting, exciting, and if he could he would linger there for an eternity. Alas, he cannot ignore the other's discomfort - he trusts him this much, yes, but it is still too soon, too raw. Perhaps, in time, he can convey what it means for him, to feel that life within him, to be comforted by it. One step at a time.

And so he moves on from his throat, his touch instead creeping further north, to skim the line of his jaw, the sharp angle of his cheekbone, tracing each contour of Dan Heng's face with a careful reverence.

So like his, he thinks, yet not his.

He feels Dan Heng frown, and the corners of his mouth twitch into the faintest of smiles. There has been no question posed to him as to his purpose, yet Blade suspects he can predict the other's thoughts. Dan Feng is at the heart of their complicated tangle of threads, an ever-present obstacle they must overcome if they can ever hope to move forward. Does he believe this is to imagine another in his place? Is it Dan Feng I am seeing when I touch him, does he wonder?

That he is allowing this at all is meaningful - that he could believe himself a stand-in and still allow it is something else entirely. Your heart is too good, Dan Heng. "I know you're not him." Both hands now shift to frame his face, fingers skimming ears that are so very, very human in this form, sinking slowly into hair cut short. "You may look like him, but you do not feel like him."

Still, there is silence from his companion, but again he feels fingers curl about his wrists - at first he thinks they intend to revoke his consent, until he feels the grip tighten, anchoring the two of them together. He can hear the quickening of breath between them, and it is impossible to determine if it is Dan Heng's, or his own. "You feel different," he continues, the pad of his thumb brushing softly against his cheek, "here," and he leans in, the touch of their foreheads igniting a heat within him that for once has nothing to do with the mara, "and here."

One hand shifts, catches Dan Heng's in the same guiding grasp the other used only minutes prior, and settles it over the swordsman's own racing heart. "And here." A sigh breezes past his lips, a sound of quiet yearning that surprises even him. "You are not him, and neither am I. They are our past, no more than an echo that refuses to fade. We may not be able to escape them, but that does not mean we must be shackled by them. I once rejected all thought of you because you were him, but not him - and now all I once rejected, I embrace because you are not him."

He presses further against him, the hand that still frames his face holding firm, fingers twisting lightly into dark hair. He draws him in, bodies sliding snugly together like lost pieces of a puzzle finally reunited. When he angles his head, leans down, he finds Dan Heng leaning up to meet him.

It is a tender kiss, eager but gentle with it, as if it is the first they have ever shared. Absent is the desperation of that fleeting opportunity once gifted beneath a downpour, a final goodbye to what was - now there is only peace, the promise of a new beginning. And as they part, Blade feels a little of the weight that hangs over them lift.

"It is ever a complicated path for us ahead," he utters, and he would meet Dan Heng's gaze with his own, were it not shielded still, "but nothing worth the effort is ever easy." A smile, gentle, easy. "We have both endured so much in our lives; I think we can endure this, no?"

[okmcintyre]

Clarke + Bellamy in the first 8 episodes.

[jesncin]

waiting on Martian Manhunter Absolute news,,,

[lee-blogs]

Still packing stuff and now i'm looking for a box for this.

My dad and i made it a few years ago for halloween, probably 2015/16 if i'm remembering right. It's made from a lays can, a wipes container from his work, and paper maché. I don't remember what the wires and front metal bits are from, but the middle actually lights up! It has one of those long battery-powered emergancy lights in it and some colored tissue paper

[cryptids]

ok sorry to rant out of nowhere but why is tender is the flesh on every book youtuber's top 10 (or whatever) best horror books ever list 😭 it was so bad, I couldn't even finish it bc it was so uninteresting... like I would get it if a few people loved it bc people's tastes are always gonna vary, but the fact that its SO popular just baffles me like am I missing something or am I crazy or what lmao??? and one of the best books EVER?????

[pizzafishandchips]

9. "Don't listen to me - listen to them"

Fandom - Infamous IF (fanfic) Content warnings - strong language

Luna’s head spins as she leaves the stage and stumbles back into the backstage break room. The sounds of her bandmates’ chatter fade into the background as she falls deeper into a sea of her own thoughts.

I could have been better.

It hadn’t been a pleasant week; all the little mistakes, all the imperfections in the performance, she can pick them out like blots of black ink against white paper. All the things she could have gotten right the first time, all the ways she knew she could be better, they pile higher and higher until they’re all she can see. Why is it that the gap between what she knows she’s capable of and what she actually does feel so large? Why does it feel like she can never cross over it?

Maybe she’s the problem after all. Maybe this really is as high as she can climb, as far as what little talent she must have can take her.

She mutters an excuse and leaves the room, standing in the dark halls behind the venue. People bustle about as they prepare for the next performance, and Luna absentmindedly dodges around them as she wanders. She just doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to look or talk with anyone. She’s just so over it.

Mired so deeply in her own head, she’s not paying attention when she wheels a corner and collides face first into someone.

“Whoa!” they exhale, and she feels their hands grasp her shoulders to steady her as she recoils from the collision.

“Shit, sorry about that,” she hisses. When she looks up, Luna’s eyes widen. “Lilith?”

Velvet Novocaine’s main vocalist grins down at her. “Hey, fancy seeing you here.” But something about Luna’s expression causes the smile to melt away. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Lilith raises an eyebrow. “Sure you are. Since you’re so fine, and your performance is over, why don’t I keep you some company for a while? I’m bored out of my mind right now.”

“Uh, I don’t know if I’m good company right now…”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re fine. Come on, then.”

Unable to refuse, Lilith pulls Luna off to some secluded corner to sit, mercifully away from all the noise that is the main event. She can’t decide if she likes the quiet or not; without all the commotion it just leaves her with less to distract her from her own thoughts.

Thankfully, her companion seems to be picking up the slack. Lilith plops into a seat next to her, nudging her with an elbow. “Managed to catch you live. Gotta be honest, makes me really glad we weren’t competing against each other last season. I think I’d be scared shitless the whole time.”

Luna makes a face. “God… No, I think you would have been fine, honestly.”

That’s enough to give the other woman pause, and a spark of recognition flashes across her eyes. “Hey… You know you did really well up there.”

“God,” she groans in response, running a hand over her face. “Lilith, we’re both professionals. You don’t have to sugarcoat it or be nice. That whole thing was just god awful shit. Must have missed a dozen beats, my rhythm was all off, it was just… shit! Just fucking bad!”

She springs up from her seat to pace, getting more and more agitated with each passing second. “I don’t know, Lilith, everyone keeps being nice and saying all this stuff to me, but they have to be lying. I mean, come on. Anyone with eyes can see how I just whiffed it.” Her hands run through her hair again and again. “I keep telling myself I can get better and how I keep working but… Fuck! I just don’t see it!”

Lilith listens quietly as she rants. When she finishes, the former gently beckons, bringing her back to her seat. “Hey, hey. Yeah, I hear you. It gets rough sometimes when you think you got everything wrong. Worst part is that never really goes away. Even I still have my bad days, you know?”

“That’s the thing though. What if it’s not just a day? Maybe I really am just like this, forever.”

This earns her a laugh, much to her confusion. Lilith’s eyes twinkle as she reaches for something in her pocket. “Luna, when was the last time you ate something?”

Minutes later she has a snack in hand, sheepish but feeling significantly better as she munches away.

“Okay, so maybe I was being a bit overdramatic,” she confesses, which makes her companion laugh again.

“We’re artists, darling, we’re nothing but overdramatic!” She pats her shoulder. “Feeling better though, I hope?”

Luna finishes off the remainder of her snack, crumpling the wrapper. “Yeah, thanks.” She pauses, before continuing, hesitant, “It does still feel like I’m always missing something, though.”

“That just means you’re serious about your work,” Lilith replies. “The curse of being an artist, you know? We’re almost never truly satisfied with almost anything we make. I hear you, Luna, I do. But I hope you remember that you’re definitely not alone when you feel like this. All of us go through it, even us vets.”

Luna chuckles, poking her side. “You only won last year! Don’t make yourself sound so old.”

“Now, now, I am your senior after all. You’d do well to listen.” Lilith playfully wags a finger. “Ah well, if that’s not enough to convince you, then don’t listen to me. Listen to them.”

She gestures at a nearby TV hanging from a corner of the room that broadcasts a live feed from the stage. The show is still on intermission, so the cameras are currently panned over the crowd. They’re as wild and energetic as they’ve always been, screaming and raving in spite of the current lull in the performances.

“Let’s go, Zeroth Magnitude!” someone cries.

“Lupin! Lupin Grey, I love you!”

Love and adoration for her and her band are easily heard in spite of the overall cacophony of the show. Much of her doubt slowly ebbs away like clouds parting after the rain, replaced by a cautious sense of peace. When she looks at Lilith again, the latter lightly flicks her forehead.

“Sometimes you just have to get out of your own head for a while, yeah?”

Luna exhales, closing her eyes as she reclines against the wall behind her. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll try and remember that. Thanks.”

[danieyells]

I really can't help but wonder what anon even expected or desired as a response

Either i respond publicly and with a 'yes and?'

I respond publicly saying 'idk what you're talking about' and prompt people to look up my name and twitter(which is how other people have found my nsfw twitter in the past because my name is on it) and find out(assuming i don't lock it but even then i'm sure there's proof of it somewhere--I know some anti briefly put my nsfw twitter in a tiktok at some point but the only thing that came of that was someone warning me it had been put in a tiktok) and idk people unfollow if they're uncomfortable i guess?

Or i ignore the ask and they get nothing or maybe keep badgering me or idk make a public callout i guess???

Like i really don't know what the end goal was with sending me an ask about something i'm very obviously public about in some capacity. If i was trying to hide it the twitter account would have been locked. Not to mention my pinned wouldn't explicitly warn for things i don't even post about on here just for the sake of making sure people know they might not be comfortable around me.

I REALLY DON'T GET IT LMAO AND THEN THEY SENT ME ANOTHER ASK WHEN I SHRUGGED IT OFF LIKE IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WHY NOT JUST BLOCK ME I wish I could understand the mindset of people like this. What were you hoping to accomplish or see. Tell me anon i wanna know i wanna understand or is kinkshaming just your kink

[mymarifae]

[kingdomoftyto]

Uwhughhg I'm gonna start ugly-crying over the way Glory is so easily including them in her plans for the future

[dhwty-writes]

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[suga-kookiemonster]

and the more i think about it, an usher feature is crazyyyyy. this is wild, this is INSANE!

[crehador]

hypnosis mic -division rap battle- ✧ 1st live (11/2017) to 9th live (04/2023)

[pandorashearts]

the thing abt the whole 'ull stop caring what others think of u one day' line is that it's v misleading in how it's typically worded. bc in all honesty, the older i get, i HAVE started to care less & less what ppl think of me.

but, like, it's not been a magical awakening that i woke up with one day. it's a mentality i've had to actively work on. & build up over time.

& i've only been able to do that by understanding who i am as a person, & honing in on what i stand for & stand against.

& through working on those things, i've been able to start working on caring less when someone perceives me otherwise. because, at that point, it's not me they're perceiving. i'm not gonna change the mind of someone who is actively choosing to perceive me as something i'm not. & it's not my responsibility nor problem.

so, like. yeah. you do learn to stop caring abt what others think of u. but, that's the thing. it's something you learn. it's something you have to work on. it's a mentality you have to build. & it's something that, like any other lesson, can be faltered with at times.

but, it's just. part of being human, i guess.