#(mentioned at the end)

[geminitayclips]

gem talking about The Aimsey Experience

[shounenlord-sama]

New idea for makoharu in greece: So makoto and haru go to greece for a short vacation before haru competes in Athens and they visit corfu bc 1) it's an island and 2) the plot demands it. They visit the tourist spots and makoto, our classical literature enthusiast, goes on to narrate all about the historical and cultural contexts of several pieces. When they come to the statue of achilles in the achilleion palace, makoto tells haru about the story of achilles, how he is the best warrior of his generation, and compares him to haru for a bit, saying that in a way haru is also the best of his nation (at least in swimming), and how he went mad after his "best friend"'s death (bc makoto only learned about illiad in school, ok? No tumblr) haru makes a side comment about how the death of achilles is tragic, chasing death without care for himself after patroclus' death, but then the beach scene in hs2 and in s1e6 flash in his memory, and adds that he couldn't imagine experiencing such grief, and that he doesn't wish it upon himself or anybody else. Ofc makoto doesn't get the undermeaning, but anyway...

Fast forward to haru getting a dream of being in a battlefield and yet he couldn't recognize anything. Someone calls him an unfamiliar name, and oddly, he follows, and they present him a bloody, maimed corpse of an unfamiliar man, and he feels this weird, disgusting, unwanted feeling deep within him, and he gets the urge to grieve and mourn for the man he doesn't know, but he blinks and suddenly it's makoto and they're at that night in summer camp, and makoto isn't breathing. He performs chest compressions, and makoto splutters, but instead of waterit's blood, and he says "haruka" in his raspy voice. Alarmed, haru shakes makoto, only to find his hand feeling wet, and he looks down and makoto's chest and stomach are splurging blood, a deep and wide gaping, punctured wound present when it wasn't there before.

Just like the corpse from the battlefield.

The panic turns up to maximum, alarmed and afraid and desperate to save makoto. The same unwanted feeling returns, and haru is still confused why is this happening. Why makoto is dying in his arms from a bloody injury like he came from battle, why he feels something for the dead man in the battlefield, why makoto is repeating a word (maybe a name) he couldn't understand, why can't he help him. He wakes up, and he feels around beside him, looks around, and he sees makoto in the other bed, still and unmoving. The fear creeps in.

Is he...

Makoto turns on his back, and haru sighs deeply. Still, he walks to makoto to be sure. He checks his breathing, his pulse, his body if it's still warm, and he looks under the cover to check for any fatal bloody wound. He's relieved. Makoto is alive and well. Still, the fear doesn't disappear. The nightmare left haru in a constant state of worry. Did it have any meaning? Was it a premonition? Is makoto's life really going to be in danger in the future? From something as deadly as a grave injury? The anxiety messes him up, and it ruins his oh-so precious sleeping hours, as well as his concentration in training. Everybody sees it, that something was bothering haru. But he couldn't tell anyone that what's bothering him is a stupid nightmare of makoto dying in his arms and the feeling of pure wretched agony he gets every time the image of his greatest fear flashes in his mind. He never managed to admit it to nagisa before and he will never admit it to anybody else now.

He loses in the freestyle event. He performs very badly that the swim coach decides to drop him out from the medley relay. Haru gets mad at this. He tells the coach how unfair it is and how he spent hours each day training with the rest of the relay team, only to be removed without notice. How he sacrificed a lot only for it all to not pay off just because the coach "said so". Haru storms off, and Makoto offers to follow to calm him down, and haru complains how it isn't fair to be removed from the relay just bc he lost in his individual event. Makoto tells that haru has been off for quite a while, and that if he told him what was wrong, maybe he can help him. But haru can't tell him. He may cause makoto to panic, and ofc he refuses to consider that the thought plaguing his mind may come true by jinxing it. He tells makoto to just leave him, and that he will never be able to understand him or help with his problem, and he runs out of the venue and makoto follows after him. They continue to fight in the middle of the street and makoto gets hit by a car. The nightmare, nagisa's question about his greatest fear, makoto drowning, makoto at the beach in middle school, makoto's story about the warrior who went mad after his best friend's death... they're all racing in haru's mind, and all he could do in there was run to makoto's bloody limp body, clutch him towards himself and wail in agony, imploring him to wake up, because no, he almost lost him several times before, and the pain this time is unbelievably heavy, like he lost makoto to death before, and it's now happening before his very eyes. He calls for help, and the nearby locals come to assist, and haru is desperate for their help, whatever that can save makoto. He's speaking to them in whatever way he thinks that they somehow understand, and he calls someone to come with him in the ambulance, and nao comes, not wanting to disrupt the other athletes with worrying news about makoto's condition.

They arrive at the hospital and haru communicates in broken english with an equally badly English-speaking greek nurse, and when haru states makoto's name nao interrupts him, asking him why he's stating a different name for makoto's and why he's telling her that it's patroklos menoitiades? Nao clarifies that the patient's real name is makoto tachibana, a japanese citizen, not a local greek like haru makes it sound like. Haru wonders why he called makoto patroclus, and nao asks him to get some rest.

He dreams of war, of arguing with a man with kind eyes that remind him of someone, of the terrible pain of losing your most beloved, of endlessly wailing the name "patroclus", of turning mad and no longer valuing anything, including his honor and his life, for what he loved most was already gone. And then and there he realizes that the reason why he felt the most heart-wrenching agony every time his mind teased him the possibility of losing makoto in the most horrible way; why he felt the greatest fear every time fate gives him a glimpse of what it's like to lose makoto forever, where he can't follow him; why he fears the possibility of losing his best friend in a way that it almost drove him mad- it was all because he went through all of it before. He is, was achilles, and he lost patroclus in his past life, in a way that is partially his fault, and oh gods did he let it happen in this life again... makoto was, is patroclus, and he let him get hurt because of himself once again. Guilt plagues him, and images of their fight (both in the previous life and their recent) flash in his mind, and now, instead of briseis, faces of all of their friends replace her, all expressing contempt at haru. It was his fault this happened to makoto.

A different dream, this time of patroclus, asking for peace, acceptance, for him to finally let him rest, let him go.

To where he can't follow.

but no. Not yet. Haru (achilles) cannot let him go just yet. Makoto (his patroclus) is still alive. He's still here. He still hasn't left.

He comes to see makoto the next day, and he knows, feels, that the man in his dream, patroclus, and makoto, are one. He sees it, the way their bodies have almost the same shape; the way both their hairs are wild and unkempt and unruly, albeit patroclus used to have thicker and curly locks, and way darker than makoto's. The way their eyes are gentle and warm and kind and bright, and the way they look... human. The most human of all, far different from everybody else seeking fame and glory, like seeking a way to immortalize themselves. And the way they treated him, never as a weapon of war, nor a sight to behold,but rather, another human (if they do put themself beneath him sometimes). He wishes for him to wake up. He doesn't wish to experience what he did before, of losing patroclus, and everything with him. Patroclus, makoto, is the half of his soul, his most beloved, the best person in his life, and losing him is what he fears most.

(idk where I'm going with this)

Anyway makoto wakes up and he tells him everything and apologizes for both his actions in their past life and in the present. Maybe makoto all this time was also getting memories of patroclus and so was trying his best to prevent haru from doing something reckless like achilles did which led to his death against paris. Anyway they reunite in this life both as "haru and makoto" and "Achilles and patroclus". Everybody is surprised when haru returns with a slightly different personality. He becomes more open, and also more expressive about his wants and dislikes (and also his affection for makoto)

Also it would be fun if all the other gays were having recollection of their own past lives as well. Idk what drama rin and sousuke are causing as alexander the great and hephaestion. And asahi as aeneas, maybe he gets a reawakening and finds a boost in confidence when he finally earns his first gold in butterfly and gets picked for the relay after rin gets dropped out for causing gay macedonian drama. Which he doesn't mind, bc maybe he can once again worship his hephaestion's thighs, which is still worth worshipping as sousuke.

[clownboybebop]

if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know

[lilbreadbun]

And then I noticed that jinx’s balloon she flies in on has bunny ears painted on it. And markings on the side to match her little goggles

Pain. Suffering even

[kimikaami]

The funniest thing about House MD to me is that all the shippers are right. House and Wilson really are just Like That. I'm so used to big ships being completely noncanon or distant subtext at best. Not Hilson. They have a fake dating episode. In the episode where House mocks a gay man for being in denial, the multi-episode-long subplot is about him trying to break up Wilson's relationship because he's jealous and wants him to himself. Wilson, his best friend and person whom he lives with. This show is insane.

[caramelldansenu]

[hinamie]

noir

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassidy knows how to “help” Michael Afton

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[stars-obsession-pit]

The sound of John Constantine’s incredulous voice entered the meeting room before his body did. “Fight an Infinite Realms ghost? Are you insane?! Do you want to get us killed?”

Zatanna spun and almost snarled at him. “What would you have us do then, Constantine? Maybe you’re okay with sacrificing people sometimes, but we’re the heroes. We can’t just let it keep wreaking havoc. There’s no reported deaths yet, but we don’t know how long that’ll last.”

He leaned against the wall nonchalantly and lit a cigarette. “Well, what’s it yelling about?”

“What?”

He took a long drag before continuing. “Realms ghosts– they’re basically immune to our magic, but they’re easy marks if you know how to deal with ‘em. They all have some sort of Obsession. Just work with that and they’re remarkably simple to manipulate.” His voice turned to a grumble, “Doesn’t mean they can’t be a huge pain in the fucking ass sometimes though.”

Tapping some ash off his cigarette, he looked straight back into the room again. “So… what’re they yelling about?”

[deadnatura11]

I think it would be funny - in a post-BT breakup, Buck still oblivious to his feelings about Eddie world - if there was an episode where Buck tries to manifest his perfect partner into existence, and every reference to this practice is immediately followed by Eddie just showing up.

For example:

"I'm waiting for the universe to send me a sign."

"A sign about what?"

"About my perfect match. If I manifest hard enough, maybe the universe will point me to where I need to go?"

"Buck, the universe doesn't just... hand out relationships or - or signs to people who want it bad enough!"

Cut to Eddie walking up the steps of the loft holding a package.

"The new signs you ordered for the loading bay just arrived Bobby."

"Perfect. Let's see what they look like."

Buck is still talking with Hen and Chimney while this is happening behind him.

"I know it won't be, like, the universe will point an arrow at someone going 'This Is the Love Of Your Life' but maybe I'll feel a certain energy in the air... or a spark?"

Eddie takes a sign from out the box.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're holding it wrong. The arrow should be pointed down, not up."

Eddie looks and sees the arrow pointing at him. "Yeah, don't need anyone thinking they can just park on my face."

Anyway the episode kinda plays like that for 44 minutes.

[night-orchids]

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neve and davrin about setting up a shop together after everything is done

[madhatter1496]

[sleepy-grav3]

Amity Park hates the Justice League but loves Red Hood and sometimes other heroes

A/n: I got this random idea so here it is. Oh, and this is good reveal AU ok?

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Due to the Justice League mocking them and ignoring their villain problems that were also publicly interdimensional problems, everyone hates the JL. It got worst with the GIW coming in, who blatantly went against the meta-laws (which included aliens, demons and so much more that weren't human from the beginning). They started to think the Justice League supported them.

In the Infinite Realms, however, there's a revenant that many adored and others respected. He did not hold back against criminals. Criminals that would rape, kill, traffic, sell drugs, and more to people. He especially didn't like when they brought kids into this. He'd avenge people the way they should've been: by promising that their abuser/killer/whatever wouldn't be able to do it again. And in the place they lived in, the only way for that to be possible was by major injury, heavy social outcasting, and/or death. Most prefer the 3rd.

And after how long the Amitians dealt with the attacks which eventually came to a slow once or twice a week type thing, they started opening their minds to the idea of coexistence. Well, further than they had. So when people started to cross over and start making their small haunts in their side of the veil, the Amitian's began to become aware of the popular hero Red Hood. He was part of the undead community, which was trustworthy in everyone's books.

So Amity Park started making merch. Most of it was for Team Phantom, but there was plenty for Red Hood as well. There were other heroes on the side, like for Superboy 1 (who they renamed to Supernova due to their hatred for Superman for 2 reasons, the obvious and that he rejected a mirror-born), and Raven (the half demon).

And with this coexistence, Team Phantom had noticed the positive feedback about killing in the name of vengeance. So they went on the offensive, and after a good year of that, the GIW lost funding for producing no results and just taking up resources. The acts were still there, but nobody enacted them in Amity, and nobody actually knew or believed them outside of the haunted city.

Then the Justice League find out about the hero group there due to tracking merchandise after they started to sell outside of the city. Superman was the guy everyone liked, so he was sent over. He immediately got thrown out and was now questioning who the heck Supernova was and when he rejected him.

Flash? Outcast. Everyone ignored and walked away from him. they had the police, who never did anything or even had to anymore, kick him out.

Green Lanter? Oh the poor guy. He had his ring taken away and thrown out of the city somehow. It took hours to find it.

Wonder Woman, they had to be ok with her. Not at first, but once Phantom had a talk with her and people learned that they were cousins through Clockwork (Kronos) and Pandora, they were ok. ish. Tolerated was the best word and she got the info back to the league.

The batfamily took a trip there, dragging Red Hood along somehow. And right when Red Hood was noticed, a crowd began to form as everyone practically worshipped him. There were many victims he had avenged and an Ancient (Lady Gotham) came and gave him the gifts she couldn't without scaring the guy.

At one point, the poor guy even cried.

[undertalethingems]

How do you think Sans reacts to Papyrus’s death during the runs?

If you mean in the base game, uh... we kinda already know? If Papyrus is killed, Sans doesn't show up again until the final corridor, where he'll ask "if you have some sort of special power, isn't it your responsibility to do the right thing?"

If you answer yes (that you do have that responsibility), then he responds, without eyelights or sound font, "Then why'd you kill my brother?"

And if you answer no (you aren't responsible), you get "well, that's your viewpoint. i won't judge you for it.... You dirty brother killer."

There's also the line of description you get if you go on to have a concert with Shyren after killing Papyrus: "A hooded figure watches the commotion from afar." It replaces the line that mentions Sans selling toilet paper tickets to your concert, and of course, of all the characters with hoods in the game, he's the one who would be most concerned with tracking your actions after killing Papyrus. So, it makes the most sense to infer that this hooded figure is Sans.

So his reactions, to me at least, suggest that not only is he heartbroken, he's furious with you. But Sans isn't one for direct confrontations and shouting like Undyne is, so he watches, and I think he still tries to understand why you'd do something so horrible. But that doesn't stop him from being angry because there's no excuse for killing his brother, but sparing other monsters, that he can fathom.

I'm personally not a fan of depictions of Sans sobbing over Papyrus' dusty scarf--he just doesn't strike me as a guy whose first reaction is to cry. For my understanding of him, it makes more sense for him to go numb, initially, then save his anger for his parting shot in the last corridor. No matter what you answer, Sans gets the last word in, and it's always to remind you that you did not have to kill his brother.

So uh, yeah. that's what I think.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The secret good ending for FNAF ruin,,