#Anyways yeah I need season 3

[animation-and-videogame-fan]

Things I Personally want to see in Monsters at Work Season 3

-Seeing what happens to fearco

Something like Fearco going under, or Claire taking over, or Sully and Mike making a partnership with Fearco, I want to know what happened to it after Johnny got arrested

-Tylor being confident and content

I feel like his character arc is complete. He can still be the main character along with Mike and Sully and MIFT, but I feel like he should be completely content with his life after the arcs he had with the first two seasons. Less clumsy and more confident with everything he’s got and having a very close relationship with the MIFT members

-Duncan redemption

I love Duncan being pathetic and all, but I feel like in season 3, after Tylor becoming a jokester and saving the city from exploding, I feel like Duncan should be on Tylor’s good side now. I’d be glad to see his pathetic personality still there, but I’d like to see him finally warm up to Tylor and maybe they could be great friends. And if he does take Fritz’s job, it would feel much more earned if he does get redeemed

-Fritz’s daughter and deceased wife

Saw a clip from an interview on how Fritz had a deceased wife and currently has a daughter in MU and I would like to see that explored in season 3. Doesn’t need to be angsty or anything, but it would be nice to see it play out in the show

-Waternoose physically shown

I really want to see him again and even talk. I want to know what he feels about laugh power, and heck, maybe confront his son or even have a conversation with Johnny Worthington (I’d like to imagine said conversation would result in a brawl lmao)

-Claire and her kids reacting to Johnny going to prison

No doubt they would be devastated and upset at the news. Maybe even have Claire become depressed or stressed. I do like to imagine Roger trying to comfort them in hard times since he understands exactly what they are going through

-Roger’s mother appearing

SHOW ME WHAT WENDY LOOKS LIKE YOU COWARDS

-More scenes with Sunny and Cutter

I need more of them. They are hilarious

-Randall committing more crimes against humanity

I have mixed feelings about him getting a redemption arc but I just want to see him commit the absolute worst crimes known to man.

-More than 10 episodes

If season 3 does happen and if it is the final season, I feel like it should have more than ten episodes. Perhaps maybe 15-20 episodes to give perfect any lose ends or every story beats

-(optional) Have the OK gang or Dean appear

I would like to see these characters again, but I feel like if they don’t appear, I won’t like, throw a fit over it or something. Although apart of me does want to see Dean’s reaction to laugh power and see Terry and Terri again.

I am not so sure what Season 3 would be about (if they do end up making it) since season 1 and 2 had their own independent end goals, but I do still feel like we need at least one more season cuz I genuinely like the show and want to see more.

[fearandhatred]

i was thinking about this line from my fic:

But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys.

and i came up with this. i hope the vision came through

[blueberrymilkcookie]

on god im always excited when ppl get into my interests but the sole exception is sonic the hedgehog Then im monitoring you extremely closely and any mistake can mean instant block. IT GETS SERIOUS

[ruvviks]

All That's Left follows two journalists and their friends in post-apocalyptic United States as they travel from the fallen east coast megalopolis Opportunity back to Los Angeles, crossing through a harsh wasteland overrun with zombies— only to find out that there is a lot more life left than what the protected cities want them to believe. On their journey they meet dozens of people living their lives as peaceful as possible away from military forces, corporations, and corrupt governments; and they learn that the same mutated ghouls that took down Opportunity are spreading rapidly through the country, destroying everything in their path. Will this finally be the end of the world as we know it?

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[iinryer]

ok taking it out of tags bc i keep seeing “WHY would they cut that!!” — honestly? it’s more than likely just a contracted screen time thing. because i guarantee no one looked at that scene and was like “hmmm. not important enough” and tossed it on the chopping block. it’s a good scene! clearly they think it’s a good scene if they released it anyway!

sorry to bring a production perspective to the storytelling zone, but it was only a ten episode run. they haven’t done one that short since the pilot season, and there are so many more characters now, FULLY established characters. plus, at the end of the day: it’s a job. certain actors are contracted for certain types and amounts of screen time and, no matter what they film, that has to be fulfilled in the final cut 🤷

i also desperately wish they could have kept it in the show, it was such a great moment! but i promise it is sooooo not that serious. and tbh im glad to be getting the bonus scenes that they obviously wished they’d been able to include!

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

I'm sorry I can't take your call right now, I'm becoming unhinged about Transformers again,,,

[taradactyls]

That whole 'tHeRe'S tOoOoOo MaNy Bridgerton CHILDREN! EIGHT OF THEM!!' random bit that Cressida's mum does is just so strange... that is not a lot of siblings/children for that era. For them all to survive to adulthood, yeah, lower odds, but HAVING that many??? Not at all weird.

So like the very normal person I am I did some research into viscounts in 1815 and their family sizes and now you get a history lesson. I excluded all the viscounts that were subsidiary titles to Earls, Marquesses, and Dukes. So that means no honourary titles, and left only people of an equal rank to the Bridgerton family. According to wikipedia there were only 20 Viscounts like that existing in 1815 (some titles went extinct later in the year, or gained a higher title, but oh well I included them) and I did my best to find the number of legitimate siblings and children they had.

8 out of 20 were either part of, or had, a family of 8 or more children. That's 40% and the majority of those included 10 or over kids.

12 out of 20 were from/had families of 6 or more kids. 60%.

And I couldn't even find information on them all! At least five more could potentially get to that threshold.

One had 13 kids and 8 siblings

(and an earl who was also a viscount had SEVENTEEN kids but he's not included in the maths)

So the number of Bridgerton kids is a non-issue, people tended to have either large families or very small families. 8 over 17 years isn't even that quick for the time?? A lot of women would be pregnant more often than Violet Bridgerton. No one would be shocked or surprised by that, let alone think it something salacious...

AND IF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT SCANDALS INVOLVING THE BIRTHS OF A VISCOUNTS CHILDREN

May I introduce you to Henry Devereux, 14th Viscount Hereford?? BECAUSE ASIDE FROM ABANDONING HIS FIRST WIFE TO LIVE ON THE CONTINENT WITH HIS MISTRESS, MARRYING BIGAMOUSLY TO A DIFFERENT MISTRESS, AND HAVING LOTS OF BASTARDS... THE MOTHER OF FOUR OF HIS BASTARDS AND THE MISTRESS HE RAN TO THE CONTINENT WAS HIS HALF-SISTER AND YES THEY BOTH KNEW!!

So, uh, in conclusion not one person would ever find the amount of kids Violet and Edmund Bridgerton had to be surprising or scandalous

[a-murmur-of-a-prayer]

The Good Place is hitting so hard tonight I had to fully stop watching

I can watch The Boys, The Handmaid's Tale and disturbing 80s war films without breaking much of a sweat (kind of), but a conversation about the fragility of the first group you're a part of is what breaks me I guess

[finchrambles]

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Main character hated on in their own show gang!

[acesammy]

huh. crazy how the secrets sam keeps arent about trauma right?

[television-overload]

Didn't know how much I wanted that job until I got the rejection email 🥲

[leupagus]

So I'm sure there's different versions of this

But the one my cantor* told us when we were in Sunday School was this one:

Two rich men go to a cloth merchant's shop. This merchant is known for having beautiful silks, even though he has but a small humble store in the outskirts of town — so small that his infant son is sleeping on one of the chests!

These rich men want to buy these silks, so they demand to see them at once.

The merchant says, "I am sorry, they are not for sale today. Come back tomorrow and I would be happy to show them to you."

The rich men, knowing that this merchant is a Jew, think "ah-hah, he wants more money!" So they offer him a tremendous sum.

"I am sorry, they are not for sale today. Come back tomorrow, good sirs."

The rich men are puzzled, but they double their price. Quadruple it. Anything this merchant wants, they can give him.

"I am sorry, they are not for sale today. Come back tomorrow, if you please."

So, the rich men leave, annoyed, but they present themselves the very next day and sure enough, the merchant goes to a chest and pulls out the most beautiful silks that these rich men have ever seen. And when they offer to pay, he will only accept the price that he himself has deemed fair — many times less than even the first offer these rich men made.

"But why would you not give us these silks yesterday?" they ask, happy but baffled as they (or more probably their servants, but the cantor didn't get into that) pack up the silks to leave.

Just then, the merchant's wife comes in from the back, carrying their infant son. The merchant smiles and says, "Because my child was sleeping on that chest, and I did not wish to disturb his slumber. His peace is more precious to me than all the money you, good sirs, could ever provide."

[grahamcrackers4hanni]

So, a while ago in the middle of the night, I wrote the beginning of a shitty Hannibal fic. I decided to post the parts I have rn on here to see if it’s good enough to continue!

Carnival of Venice AU inspired by the Cask of Amontillado

- Blood, hannigram, main character death, m/m, murder, stabbing, drinking, masks, etc. I don't know how to do this. Alt universe, Will Graham POV, 1st Person POV, grammar mistakes, unfinished, the beginning of the story and then a small snippet of the end at the bottom of the post, and probably some mistakes in characterization. I mean I was half asleep when I wrote this. I would love ideas for costume ideas for characters if anyone has any!

Quick summary of the basic idea if you don't want to read it all:

Will goes to the festival with his friends for the first time, borrowing one of their old masks. There he met this man with a gorgeous mask; one as extravagant as an elk. He wouldn't normally be able to go up to the man with the intentions that he has due to society’s expectations to love a woman, but there he has freedom. They talk for a while and eventually, the man invites him to dinner. He told him to wear a mask with no bottom half but still hide your identity so that he’d be able to eat without taking it off. They meet again the next night and they have dinner. It all seemed pleasant and peaceful at first with the meal being like that of which Will had never seen much less tasted. It was all wonderful. Eventually, he realizes that the man nor the meat was as they seemed. The man was a serial killer and a cannibal. He had done the same thing with Will with that of many others. Yet in the end ‘I truly am sorry, William. You’ve been like no other…. For you, I think that I'll eat your heart first.’

Actual fic:

I was invited to a carnival in Venice by a friend of mine, Dr. Alana Bloom. Alana typically moves between Venice and Florence, so I wasn’t initially startled by her offer. However, I was very tentative. But, in the end, guilt weighed me towards the idea. I must admit, I’m not used to events such as this. The activity was… suffocating. She gave me a spare mask, a simple one that hides the entirety of my face. It was a golden knight.

As I found myself surrounded by a crowd of sharks, I heard the laughter of her voice grow further and further. At least she finds happiness. Eventually, I find refuge from the inane and mad near a few barrels of rum, wine, beer, juice, etc. Their unmarked property assures that it is not of a soul’s awareness, which barrel contains what. It was a gamble, but wasn’t also being at this carnival? A place to be whomever and act however without discomfort or fear.

I pour myself a handle of the second barrel’s contents. With a sip, I’m pleased to find myself consuming wine. As I stand near the stand, a stag walks over to me. His mask was black with golden accents and showed the lower half of his face. The beauty and detail left me in awe. I’ve never seen someone with such a mask. I nodded softly, readjusting my hood and mask as I stopped drinking.

“Tell me, what are you drinking,” the stag asked with an accent that left me feeling confused as I attempted to pinpoint its origin.

“Red wine.”

“I see. Which barrel? They never mark these barrels for some idiotic reason.” A scowl formed on the man’s face as he looked at the barrels with distaste.

I smiled under my mask, appreciating the stag’s scowl. “The second.”

“Ah, thank you. I appreciate your help.” He pours himself a wine glass of the drink before moving to stand next to me. “Have you come to the festival before? You seem… out of place.”

“No. This is my first time. I was invited by Dr. Bl—… the um… the woman in the bluejay mask.” I shifted uncomfortably, tilting my head towards her direction.

“Dr. Alana Bloom?”

My head perks up at the mention of her name, tilting lightly.

“She’s a friend of mine,” he explains instantly, “I would rather not provide any other details as they would hint at my identity, but please be reassured that I do know Dr. Bloom quite well. Do not hesitate to converse about her with me.”

I nod, although the fact doesn’t console me fully. I continued, “She asked me to come here. Provided my mask and everything.”

“Do you enjoy it here?”

“As you mentioned, this is not my scene.”

“Then pray tell, what is your scene, my dear?”

I hesitate for a moment looking in the stag’s mask. It was as black and dark as a nightmare’s soul or as a raven’s death. “What’s yours?”

He stays quiet, turning back to the crowd in front of them.

It stays like that for a while. The two of them together watching the others dance and drink. For a moment I see a moth attempt to court a red dragon before the dragon declines and turns away.

“Ballrooms.”I snap my head back to the stag upon hearing his newly sincere voice harboring a new emotion or maybe lack of one. “Or my kitchen,” he continues.

“Your kitchen? Do you cook? A stag like you, I would’ve assumed you to afford many maids and cooks,” I say, looking into the mask. I’m sure that the fortune it must’ve cost to make would’ve sent me to the slums.

“I can, but I prefer to make my own food. No one else would make it the way I prefer.”

I hum in understanding. “I see. I’m sure you are a wonderful cook.” He hums and nods his head.

“Would you like to find out, my knight?” My head whips around towards him, his words taking me by surprise.

“That’s impossible, stag. The masks.”

“We can eat with masks. Ask Alana for one which leaves the bottom half of your face open. We can meet again here, at the same time, tomorrow night. I will be wearing the same mask. If you do not wish to, then do not show up.” The stag looks within the crowd spotting a jester walking further into it, pushing a woman butterfly along as he laughs at her. “I’m afraid I must part. My hunger is only growing, and I must prepare dinner. I yearn to meet again, my knight.” The stag bows before making his exit, walking towards where the jester was previously, going after him. They must know each other, I conclude, watching as he leaves.

The festival was nearly closed, and the crowds had almost completely dissipated. Nearby, a bluejay waves goodbye to a woman in a pig mask. She began to trot over upon realizing my location. “Will, I’ve been looking for you. Where did you go?”

“Alana, I just went to get a drink. Who was that?” I walked over to meet her halfway.

“I don’t know, but she was nice. I wish I managed to get her name. Shall we be off?”

I nodded as she led me back to her abode. The building was in one of the many lantern-lit alleys. The walls only further reminded me of my home in Florence, causing an itch to form where the heart beats and the bones grow.

As we arrived inside, we stripped off our concealing attire. I laid my mask on the table and hung my coat on the coat rack. I studied her as she took off her costume. “Alana,” I hesitantly began, “could I attend alongside you again tomorrow night? Maybe in a mask that allows me better access to my mouth?”

Alana gave me a suspicious glance. “Oh? And what would you need it for? Don’t tell me you plan a night of pleasure for yourself tomorrow with some handsome lady?”

I felt my face tense as I turned towards the fireplace. I managed a quick shake of my head as I spoke, “No, no. Nothing of the sort. I just got hungry. It was difficult to get nourishment and quench my thirst with this mask; although, I do marvel at its beauty. It was just a little-“ I paused, trying to find the word, “suffocating.” would greatly appreciate a more appropriate mask.”

Alana nodded and went to her bedroom before coming out with a gorgeous mask in hand. It was detailed with a bone-white coloring and two things that looked like ears on the side of it. She handed it to me carefully. “I went to it as a lamb a few years back. It was…enjoyable. I hope you find the same outcome.”

I attempt to hand it back to her after feeling the hills of the lines and the cannons. “Surely you can hold onto it for me until morning.”Yet, she hands it right back.

“Keep it. You never know when you might need it.” She smirks and takes her stuff as she heads back into her bedroom. “You best be leaving for your inn. I hear that it will rain before morning.”

-

As I lay in my bed for the night, my mind kept trembling with restless moths of thoughts, crowding the lightbulb of my sanity. In the pitch of my room, my eyes kept trying to identify the white lamb mask on my dresser, but they were left to only imagine its curves and indents.

Eventually, I shut my eyes. My mind drifts off to the darker place it usually finds residence. The woods crackle and live soundly around me as I look past black, stretching trees. In it, I see a familiar suited man with a familiar black mask. He huffs as red coats his figure. A sickening cut is heard causing me to stumble on a branch, breaking it. He spins around to face me. The mask…isn’t a mask at all. It connects to its person, merging into an overwhelming beast. A black, tall, lanky stag-man stands before me covered in blood. He was something out of children’s horrific nightmares and warnings. It creeps towards me before offering a long, lanky hand. Its fingers were twisted like tree branches and as sickening as bloody organs.

“Would you care for a dance, my lamb in knight’s clothing?”

-

The next night I hesitated at the entrance. The sounds of laughter and enthusiasm were overwhelming to hear as he studied the grounds.

“Will? What’s wrong? You look nervous. You weren’t nervous last night.” Alana looks at me with a furrowed brow, rubbing her soft palms over my coat. I remember a time when I used to fawn over her touch, and frequently find my gaze drifting back to her, now I just enjoy the company.

“I didn’t- I didn’t have plans tonight. I may leave tonight without you.”

“You will?”

“I might,” I correct immediately. She raises a brow. “I’m ok.”

“You were just hyperventilating.”

“I’m- I will be ok.”

“Will, tell me what’s going on.”

I hesitate, glancing into the crowd, and catching sight of the barrels. They appear alone. A frown crosses my face without apparent reason.

“Will? Are you ok?” She takes ahold of my shoulder, trying to ground me.

“Yeah, yeah. I just-…I’ll be ok. I’ve got this. I’ll be seeing you.” I leave her standing aimless and confused as I make my way through the crowd towards the barrels.

Once I arrive, the place is lonely. Not a mask in sight, much to my dismay. I pour myself a glass of the liquid in the second barrel. My face scrunches in disgust at the taste of beer after assuming wine.

A hollow laugh erupts beside me, making me whip my head towards them. “I suppose the second barrel isn’t red wine tonight, is it?”

It was the stag. His appearance brings a smile to my face. “Stag.”

“My knight, I love tonight’s mask. A lamb, yes?” I nod. “It looks beautiful on you.”

I turn back to my drink, wishing the mask covered more of my lower face. “I believe you promised me dinner, Stag.”

“I did. How could I forget?” He offers me his arm. “Shall we be off? My home isn’t far from here.”

Hesitantly I link my arm around his, letting him lead me to his abode.

—

Test for ending:

Pain seared and burned like molten lava as the blade began to carve a slit into the folds of my skin, tainting them scarlet. The blade lifted for a moment before moving to the next area for an incision. My hands wrapped the wrist, stilling the knife as it pressed softly against my skin, eliciting a small bead of blood.

My eyes blur as I look past him… at him… the pitch, lanky figure carving me like dinner. “I see you,” I rasp, softly. My voice barely evolved to a whisper. The wind brushing branches against the panels of glass windows almost hid my speech.

My hand fell slowly as I watched the eyes above me. Crimson eyes studied mine as we held each other’s gaze. “I let you see me,” he corrected quietly. His voice hid an emotion buried deep like a skeleton in a ditch. If I believed that he cared about me any more than a random stranger picked as a victim, then I would've mistaken it for remorse or regret.

I felt as he fixed his grip on the blade, pressing it in again slightly. I didn't realize that it had faltered, previously. “I truly am sorry, William. You’ve been like no other…” He pauses for a moment, studying my eyes again, a new hunger filling them. “For you, I think that I'll eat your heart first.”

[fauvester]

bridgerton s2 was SUCH a clayhoun slay. thots in tags

[aspoitsaa-tmnt-edition]

i need an episode of rottmnt where nothing happens. just an underwhelming episode. i need an episode of just the boys splinter and april going on abt their days where nothing interesting happens.

they dont even need to meet up, like,, i just wanna see what they do in their day to day life when they aren't doing insane shit. their downtime.

because im assuming that they do not fight and get into situations on the daily because of the fact they mentioned they were exhausted from 3 days of nonstop fighting in the season 1 (?? i think?) finale, right?? but also the fact that i highly doubt that the events of rottmnt took place in roughly 70 days or sth

I WANNA KNOW WHAT THEY DO. I WANT TO OBSERVE THEM AND SEE HOW THEY THINK AND HOW THEY GO ON ABOUT THEIR DAYS

[chizucore]

the KNT subreddit is an evil evil place this one poor person made a post like "what if ayane was gay?? i'm halfway through season 3 and thinking it" and everyone is downvoting them and shutting them down and the like 2 people who agreed are getting downvoted too...girl get on over to tumblr we've been saying this here for years!! these boring boring miserable homophobic unimaginative people don't get you but the real KNTheads do