#Definitely talking about Branch
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Do you ever get this feeling when you want to torture your favorite character?
But at the same time you just try to bury these thoughts because you're maybe, slightly, probably, kinda, a tiny bit, going too - a little too - extreme?
And it's just a kids show? And the setting of the movie/series isn't helping as well? So you just try to forget it?
(But maybe if the setting was helping you might rethink the whole 'burying the thoughts' thing?)
#Trolls#Definitely talking about Branch#He just goes with SO MANY whump prompts#AND ANGST TOO OMG#Bro i have this Branch angsty whump idea that I SO DESPERATELY need to write but DARN it's too extreme?#I literally sent him to a psychiatric facility in my head and I think I have a problem-#Is this normal???#Yes a psychiatric facility i imagined they have one FOR THE SAKE OF MY SATISFACTION AND THE CONTINUATION OF THAT SICK IDEA INSIDE MY HEAD#Thank you so much for making it all the way here
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listen, I do not condone historical misinformation, but there is nothing I get delight out of more than this absolutely batshit article from a religious website that unironically lists Flint as a mythological god of pirates
#they dont get it but they do get it. get it?#this article is written with the same completely nonsensical cadence as that 'some sort of mansquito' post#we're talking like. Philomena Cunk levels of misunderstanding and misinterpretation#it appears to be a website about judaism? but the url name comes from a branch of hinduism. so...? not sure what angle this is coming from#EDIT: yah this whole site is definitely AI generated#and why is FLINT the only name that's bolded?? i didnt do that. he's never even mentioned again
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i really don't like the "religion is a tool, some people use it for good, some people use it for bad" thing because it's so... passive and individualistic. the problem isn't the religion, it's the Bad People using religion in a Bad Way. it has no accountability for objectively bad structural and systemic issues. it has no empathy or nuance for cult members, who i'm not going to say are all uwu innocent or don't do legitimate harm but are often victims themselves, and a lot of people would do better if they knew better but like you don't just choose to join a cult one day you can't just choose to snap out of one either. like, jehovah's witness is not a neutral thing that some people use for good and some people use for bad. it's a cult. they use cult tactics to keep people trapped and dependent on them. there are doctrinal and structural and systemic issues that are harmful. i hate this idea that it's solely a personal, individual issue if someone gets sucked into a cult or high control religion. i hate the idea that individual people are pulling these beliefs out of thin air because they're Simply Just Bad People and not because some religions have actual systemic issues. of course there are people that just want to hurt others but some people legitimately believe this is the best way to be. and that doesn't absolve them of their harm but if we treat it like it's only an individual issue these cults and high control religions have free reign to continue doing harm.
#i'm sorry but that sentiment starts to fall apart when you take into account cults and high control religions#or base doctrine that's just objectively harmful#in a perfect world where we don't have cults and everyone is free to choose the religion that suits them this makes more sense#but there are cults and there are systemic issues in religion and it's not always solely on individuals#ex cult#ex christian#religious trauma#i feel like i should be clear too I'm not ex jw (so much support to y'all tho)#i picked a random branch under the evangelical umbrella bc it's easier to talk about the individual sects as cults#than evangelicalism as a whole due to how broad that definition is#(but for the record i do believe evangelicalism should be classified as a cult)
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Someone in Pop Village: Hey Branch what was it like being a Rock Zombie after being brainwashed against your will?
Branch's older brothers:
#Trolls 3#Trolls band together#Trolls Branch#Trolls Brozone#Someone in Pop village is definitely going to casually talk about this lmao#And the brothers are gonna be HORRIFIED
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I know I jokingly mentioned Fawn Spots Harry being homesick when he goes to Hogwarts, but this kid would be homesick.
More under the cut because this grew legs.
The longest he had ever been away from his parents is the odd weekend where he was being watched by Josh, May, or on one rather thrilling occasion joining Aphrodite on a leg of her tour that was close to home, and he has never been separated from his brother for more than a day since Jason was born. He had tried of course, had even managed the occasional sleepover with some of the other kids whose parents work at H.E.R.A. but he was always glad to go home in the morning.
Hogwarts is different.
He is half a world away from his family, can’t call them, and surrounded by people who take too much of him. (He will never forget the first time someone casually called him Harry seconds after meeting him. Will never forget the fourth year Hufflepuff who asked him if he remembered his parent’s dying. Will never forget the third year that grabbed his chin so hard it ached to touch his scar and the bubbling of fear in his throat before Fred had all out tackled the older student away from him.)
Harry doesn’t sleep much those first few weeks.
Boredom drags him out to the common room and away from the snoring of the other first year gryffindor boys. Not that sitting in one of the plush chairs in front of the fireplace and watching the flames is much more interesting, but it’s better than Ron mumbling about his great aunt’s doilies in his sleep.
It’s Percy that finds him, and for a second Harry is struck with that old terror of breaking a rule (mum and Bibi told him he was allowed to make mistakes. That he wouldn’t be locked away or hurt for telling them. But they weren’t here.) but the older Weasley brother just settles on the couch next to Harry’s chair and pulls out a textbook.
The turning of pages and soft scratch of Korean is so familiar Harry cries. Percy is kind enough not to mention it, though Harry can feel eyes on him, watching to make sure he is okay.
An odd, quiet friendship is formed in those late nights. They never talk about it during the waking hours, not even when Harry slowly gravitates closer and closer until he is leaning against Percy’s side while he studies. Sometimes Harry manages to fall back asleep between the warmth of the fire and the steady sound of Percy breathing. Others he cries, silent and hardly daring to move. Others still he works up the courage to ask about Percy’s homework. Percy doesn’t mind, he claims that explaining it out loud helps him learn it better. “Teaching is the ultimate Mastery, Potter, “ He says with a soft smile and softer eyes behind those glasses.
(Percy never takes, not even when Harry grows close to his brothers, not even when he catches Harry breaking rules outside of their late night meetings. Harry gives Percy his name in the middle of one of his lessons on spells years ahead of Harry. He catches Percy’s smile out of the corner of his eye before the older boy continues his explanation.)
He isn’t sure what makes him talk one night. Isn’t sure but is helpless to stop once he starts.
“The castle smells wrong.”
Percy hums, marking his place in the textbook and turning to give Harry his full attention. “Wrong?”
“Wrong!” It’s perhaps a bit too loud considering the late hour, but Harry keeps going. “It’s all stone and wind and potion ingredients. And it’s quiet! It stupid! I shouldn’t miss the sounds of sirens and car alarms in the middle of the night but it’s like the whole world is holding its breath! There’s no music other than the frog choir! It’s all quiet! Like it’s dead!” Harry realized with a start his face was wet with tears, weeks of frustration and loneliness bubbling over. “And it’s so dumb that phones don’t work here! Why not? It’s magic! I should be able to call anywhere! From the bottom of the lake with the stupid squid! I should be able to never have to pay for phone service or wifi ever! Instead it’s just a bunch of nosey people in a castle that smells wrong!”
Percy nods sagely. “I always thought it should smell more like bread.”
It draws Harry up short. “Bread?”
“Mum cooks a lot. The house always smells like bread and bacon grease.” It shocks a laugh out of Harry. It makes him cry harder. It makes him feel a little less alone. Percy leans back against the couch and stretches an arm out along the back in a way that is all the twins and looks so weird on him. Like when Jason tried to mimic Harry. Harry settles against Percy’s side pressing his face into his comfy knit sweater.
“What do you think it should smell like, then?” Percy’s voice is quiet. Barely louder than the crackling of the fire.
Harry closes his eyes. “Like coffee and lemon cookies,” He says, looking at the flames. “My mum bakes a lot and she and Bibi are addicted to coffee.”
Percy snorts. Harry feels a hand in his hair that was so familiar a fresh wave of tears hit him. “How American.”
“Bibi is Greek, actually.”
The hand in his hair tugs gently on a stray lock. “Do you know Greek then?” Harry nods, pressing back against Percy’s hand like Jason’s puppy aura, eager for pets if only to drive away the spike of feeling in his chest.
“That’s worse than the quiet I think,” Harry admits. “It all English unless it’s spells.”
Percy hummed, then pointed to the fire with his free hand. “What’s fire in Greek?”
So Harry teaches him.
(The next morning Harry has to bite back tears when he sees a plate of lemon cookies and a carafe of coffee waiting at his usual seat. Percy toasts him with a fresh cut slice of bread and a smile when he looks up the table. He adds enough sugar and cream to his coffee that it’s nearly white, but the first sip feels so much like home the ache in his chest lessens just a bit more.)
#the elf talks#harry potter#astoria fates kiss#fawn spots au#I’ve always headcanoned Percy helping his siblings through homesickness and he would also definitely branch out to others#percy makes it his goal to learn Greek both for Harry and becuase he is absolutely thinking about HERA already#Alex and Andy both blame each other when their eleven year old comes home from school drinking coffee daily
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A Meandering Exploration on the Disability-Based Magic System of my Ongoing Fantasy Series (Because I Am Bad at Explaining it to People in my Actual, Physical Life)
I've been priming myself for critique on the world building for Songbird Elegies, with it's magic system being partially based around my "sorcerer" equivalent (i.e. born, innate magic users/birthrights) having some sort of disability.
So far most of the critiques have come from myself. because, as any disabled person likely knows (myself included yayay), what is considered a disability is frustratingly varied. And that's been complicated to explore.
This isn't what I'd usually use my taglist for but I ended up pretty proud of this so here we go hop on hop off per usual.
@kuebiko-writing @cartoonghosts
@atlasthecactus @aroaceghosties
@booksntea6982 @xarrixii
@mushroommanchanterelle @whoevenknowswhatimwriting
@fukurouonthesea
I establish in book one that the supposed "Birthright Gene" (which isn't - uh - anything. It's a medical term given to a phenomena that has no actual genetic proof backing it) has been seen in a variety of conditions - mental, physical, developmental, even if they happen later on in life (an immediately pretty scary concept for most). It's not every person who has a certain disability, and sometimes a birthright will be classified as the wrong variant of magic because they have comorbidities and the "gene" only affects a certain one. My character Ollie in book two, for instance, was born with cerebral palsy, but actually has her magic based in the ARFID she manages as a result of that.
Which makes sense, in my mind at least. In my experience, and from what I hear from other people, if you have some sort of disability it's a lot easier to fall into a few other conditions. Human bodies are fleshy Jenga towers.
Uh and I've spoken to a few people about how I'm really particular about the magic, or "variants" that make up birthrights. One variant can apply to multiple diagnoses if they slightly overlap. The main idea is that there isn't a Birthright variant that's SUPER useful. The most powerful variant (Ollie's, coincidentally) is the one that allows a user to alter the chemical component of many forms of living matter (Could be all, people don't really know and are hesitant to test), but it's so difficult to even get GOOD at that it's not likely to be weaponized.
But yeah there isn't a variant that overrides a disability. Birthrights are still absolutely disabled and they require varying degrees of treatment and management. The very specific rule I have to stick to is that a Birthright variant is something that could be perceived as an additional accommodation for a corresponding disability, from the perspective of someone who has never actually existed as a human being with a disability. Something that makes sense to an entity seeing humanity through a fragment of magnifying glass, but to a human being would just sort of cause them to be like huh. i guess i can do this now.
Birthrights are magic users who, for the most part, care far more about the culture, beliefs, and ethics of their longstanding communities that are coincidentally formed from their magic, but mainly continue to provide the services they'd done for generations. Mainly social services, legal representation, medical and environmental work, depending on the town they associate with.
Not everyone who is born with the Birthright Gene (which once again, isn't an actual gene, but people call it that to make things sound less scary to people who aren't willing to immediately accept that birthright magic is essentially random) lives in one of these towns. They're definitely not forced to. So far it seems a lot will spend at least a stint there, if only to get work experience in an environment that can provide further connections in certain industries while also being aggressively accessible.
There are registered birthrights, who are salaried, year-round employees of certain towns. Witch towns, as they call them, will sometimes compare themselves to a non-industrial company town. This is mainly an on-paper deal that allows for some minor bureaucratic benefits, as well as a degree of community that still provides a mild optional anonymity that being a sovereign city state would immediately destroy. It allows gives registered birthrights the opportunity to open their own businesses within witch towns, with the initial financial support of the witch town if they're willing to take a few classes.
Official witch towns are, at least so far, either Refuge Hubs or Outreach Centers. Migration Patterns (Book Two) takes place in Bluerose, Oregon, which I believe is the only witch town left on the West Coast. It's a Refuge Hub, which means it specializes in providing social services, housing, and treatment - mainly, in Blueroses case, for families, victims of domestic violence, and people just leaving the foster care system. Refuge hubs are pretty insular, being gated and guarded communities a bit of a drive from the nearest major town. Clients stay for a period of at least six months (but no more than a year), and depending on the case they might be asked to not leave the confines of town within that time (at least, not without a guard).
Refuge hubs are very difficult to keep as secure as they feel like they need to be, so out of the handful of remaining witch towns in the United States, most of them are outreach centers. Outreach centers are weird because they're "towns" that sort of just take over a few neighborhoods in existing cities. Like you're driving through Nebraska and you're right in the middle of Cheney, and all of a sudden your GPS says you're in Stillrush, but then you're back in Cheney.
Outreach centers were more connected with their surrounding communities from the get-go. You never had to be a registered birthright with the not-real "birthright gene" to get a job at an outreach center. But as time went on refuge hubs also more open about allowing non-birthrights in their ranks.
They're still super intensive in the interview process (welcoming, flexible, but thorough), but most of the naturalistic, inexplicably-humanist, pretty hippy-dippy beliefs of early birthrights are now considered outdated. More than that, in later generations there were less and less birthrights born with an "active" gene. Witch towns fell apart for one reason or another, leaving their inhabitants to scatter to adjacent towns to either retire, start new, or continue work in separate organizations.
The towns that kept going wanted to keep their communities alive, because by then a majority of the people essentially - or literally - living in witch towns were doing so for the community and the work done in that community. Even though with the balance way off between refuge hubs and outreach centers, resources are spread thin and demand is high and hard to manage. So now almost every town has a mixture of birthrights and non-birthrights, with even the occasional able-bodied and neurotypical employee.
It's getting stressful, though. The leadership in town feel it more, but everyone can tell. And no one knows why. One of the only lingering traits of old birthright culture is the insistence that they don't need to know - that the things they do and the relationships they make are what matter more than some biological party trick.
But it's hard to know how many people actually believe that. Because it's weird. It's weird that so many people had certain abilities for so, so long, and now it's looking like soon they just...won't anymore.
It's not grief that often provokes, but a vague unease. Like the thought of more and more people suddenly being born without a gallbladder. Like it's probably fine - it might even be a net positive.
But it's weird, right? Why now? What happened?
It doesn't matter though. No one really needs an answer.
Right?
#writeblr#writing community#on writing#lore time bby#songbird elegies#magic system#world building#i am nervous to share this#this is the most worldbuilding i've ever done for a series#the people are definitely the central focus#but uh yeah#this is a fragment of the world#i can talk about academies too#which is the other branch of magic#but that's a separate post#potentially less interesting since birthright is older
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Last Line Tag Game
Thanks for tagging me @teejaystumbles ! A really nice surprise!! :D I am indeed contemplating writing two Dead Boy Detectives fic right now, but they're both in the very early 'being-outlined-in-my-head' stage, haha. They both revolve around post-s1 Edwin pining for Charles, one where Edwin takes matters into his own hands and one where he decides to have a chat with the Cat King about it. Not sure if they'll ever be written but they're intriguing!
But for the sake of the tag game, here's a lengthy bit from a Dreamling wip I've slowly been chipping away at for a few months!
A scene from Every Little Thing (Working Title)— In which Morpheus is a figure drawing professor who has just been fired from a film production based on his comics, and Hob does part-time figure modeling and is determined befriend the aforementioned professor.
Morpheus picks his class schedules wisely— he runs two first year general figure drawing classes, at 8 a.m. and at noon on Mondays and Thursdays. He helps the uni’s live figure workshop club on Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m., and meets his sister for lunch on Wednesdays. All other free time was dedicated for his industry work. That wouldn’t be a concern anymore, would it. By the time Morpheus unlocks the door to the studio, sets his bag down by his desk, and starts fiddling with the ceiling studio lights pointed at the model stand, all of Morpheus’ thoughts have reduced to pure spite. Fine, maybe the big studios don’t want him. They don’t deserve him, then, their loss. His portfolio and repertoire are infamous in the industry, they’ll be crawling back to him in no time. Too bad, maybe he would have started his own production studio and he’ll end up with the next ground-breaking animated film. Maybe— Morpheus’ thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. He shakes himself out of it, calling, “Come in.” A glance at his watch tells him it’s only 7:48, perhaps it’s an overeager student here early. It’s only the second week of the semester, they grab every opportunity to prove themselves with a spirited step that Morpheus might be slightly envious of. “Hello, Morpheus Endeles?” Hearing his full name startles Morpheus, and he turns from the lighting settings to the door. “Yes?” The man who steps into view can only be described as radiant. He can’t be much older than Morpheus, not much taller either but wider in the shoulders. His hair is cropped just above his shoulders and he sports a neatly kept beard. Morpheus registers this all first simply because of his profession but— he gets caught on the man’s brilliant smile and deep brown eyes. There’s something there that knocks all thoughts clear out of Morpheus’ head. The stranger smiles warmly, smiles like he already cares. “I’m here to model for the morning and noon figure classes?” The man says. Morpheus clears his throat and steps forward, “Yes, this is the right studio.” He extends a hand, “Robert Gadling, I presume?” The man takes his hand— god, he’s so warm— and shakes it steadily, “Please, call me Hob! All my friends do.”
I'm a sucker for the 'Morpheus catalogues Hob's appearance during their first meeting' trope in most Dreamling human AU fics, I couldn't not do it too :]
Besides this, I've also got a Dreamling Velvet Goldmine-ish AU fic that I want to get done this summer. I'm a very slow and ruminative writer so let's see if I can commit to any of these fics now that I've posted about them lol!
No pressure tags! I have no idea who's been tagged recently so-- lol. @hardly-an-escape @valeriianz @moorishflower @amielot :)
#ive seen so many Artist Dream AUs but theyre always pretty vague with the specifics of his work so i was like#i need to write the specific ins-and-outs of what my ideal Artist Dream AU would be. and its this#that he's a really difficult collaborator with extreme creativity who starts out in animation#and branches out from there into art directing various things doing his own comics on the side (the corinthian is one of his comics)#(he DEFINITELY forays into themed environmental design)#which is half inspired by my actual professors' professional lives and a guest speaker that spoke to us recently#i want morpheus to be really good at teaching younger artists#and i want him to doubt weather his passion for storytelling is worth it#and i want hob to befriend him and ground him by reminding murphy about what he loves about making art#and of course i love figure drawing classes so much! theyre the essence of narrative art#and ofc hob and dream are gonna fuck at some point. i already have a mildly kinky sequel scene planned involving hob knowing how paint#anyway god this is so long#i just love the ideas in this fic theyre so personal to me. i really hope i finish this fic and get to share it with everyone :')#LONG POST AUGH ANYWAY BYE THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME TASH!!!!!!#i dont really get to talk about my fic anymore so this was really nice thank you :') !#rex writes#rex speaks#tag game#last line tag game#long post#fic
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When you have to take off your socks to change into clean socks and your bare feet touch the floor for exactly fifteen seconds and the dry, smooth sensation makes you want to chop your toes off
#It’s awful#I used to think short carpet was bad but vinyl flooring is the literal WORST#They should make socks that are lined with a rubbery nubby texture for people with sensory issues and/or allodynia#who find light or sliding contact painful and need deep pressure to function#This is why my grandma always wore her penny loafers— even in the hospital bed#I know what you were grandma#I KNOW you#She knew the lyrics to every song ever from 1890–1980 and would spontaneously burst into song if something you said reminded her of a song#And her mother used to sit down and read the dictionary for fun and was essentially a walking encyclopedia#despite dropping out of school at a young age because she just absorbed everything she could find#My aunt talks really really fast and for a really long time and constantly crochets to keep her hands busy#and according to my mom would rock in a rocking chair for hours and hours#All of my uncles and my mom are slightly socially awkward and take LOONG pauses between words sometimes#and something about their neutral facial expressions is “off” and guess who else looks “off” when I’m not purposefully grandiose#Moi [frames face with hands]#me#I can’t quite put my finger on it but I look a little too “dreamy” and like a fish out of water simultaneously#Like “the lights are off but someone is definitely in there watching and it’s kind of creeping me out”#And I will also read the dictionary for fun and I also happen to be a walking encyclopedia#Right now I’m into herbalism and mushrooms and psychotropic substances so I will recite paragraphs of information unsolicited#about any of those things#I guess it’s a branch off my main interest in psychology and human biology
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katrina + the feeling of love as light
mjulmjul | giov.anni gaspa.rro | jen.ny sla.te | poemsonmars | je.thro buc.k | david visc.ott | r.ilke | sa.ra eliza joh.nson | gregory or.r | buf.fy the vamp.ire slayer | unknown
#‘ schauen innerhalb ‘ - meta.#a smaller meta and there is definitely Much more i could talk about regarding katrina and love but. i wanted to make a little thing#branching off of that post :)
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what if I kill myself
#/j /joke I don't care that much. I don't even care. it's not like I care or anything#<- guy who cares so so so much#it's. um. fine. there's. next year#what if I go to one of the fuckass horror cons he's going to....... guy who has watched like 2 horror movies#I'm still going to stlv. and I might still make pythas this summer... I'd just have to wait another year to wear him.#god what if I like. kill myself. shuffles away sadly. hits my head on a low hanging branch and bleeds out in the snow#<- referencing an unrelated post that the wording of resonates.#but what if he doesn't go next year.... what if I can't go next year..... what if he never goes to another trek con again.........#well. if that were the case. I would get into horror movies and go to one of those cons to see him LMAO#what if he never does any convention ever again. what then. what if I kill myself#fuck. god. fine okay. this just means I have an extra year to work on pythas. and if I never get to see him again. I can make peace w that#I've already met him twice I know I'm very lucky. I just didn't really get to talk to him..... I want to talk to him about asit........#ugh it's like fine it's like whatever I don't even care. it's like fine I don't care#well. stlv cosplans r open then. definitely still doing hologram kira. but the other 3 r a mystery#maybe I do seven then... maybe gray tal again...... maybe emperor georgiou...... maybe spunnysuit v2#narcissus's echoes
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Missing DA Arther Branch, my criminally underrated boy
#law and order svu#Arther Branch#svu#He’s never talked about and it’s sad because I lowkey really liked him :<#definitely had to father Casey a few times- before she waged war on everyone-#always had her back too#same with Alex#Branch come home the kids miss you
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my baseless palisade 2 speculation is that while listening to Jack + Austin in pal56 I thought it could be fun if the protocol was part of the next system they're using somehow since it's become so important. like characters have "favors" btw them instead of bonds or w/e. now I don't know how much sense that would make for returning characters who have a sense of arbitrage contracts & how scary they are - while of course the protocol doesn't have anything to do with contracts, as it's been stressed, one could make a comparison - or the revolution in general? It'd immediately compromise player characters to an extend given arbitrage is the big bad, but this can be cool (really depends on the story setting out to be tell(hence the baseless part of the speculation)). mostly I just like when big setting stuff is directly reflected in the rules for the game so the narrative & system can influence each other back & forth.
#this was too baseless to even reply on ellis' post about baseless speculation#though idk I just think if we get a 'this is how the world works now' then the PCs definitely need to be affected by it right?#but I don't know if it has to be a 'actively participating' affected. So.#and ik they had the game for palisade picked long in advance but i wonder if that's more the exception than the rule?#I feel like Austin talked about this(picking systems) at Some point#palisadeposting#palisade spoilers#From last week.#I had something else but I forgot while retyping a tag I deleted by accident...#wait I remembered. equally hoping for branched next season vs worried about the horrors that might bring (to them)#what's happening over there!!!!
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hozierr!!
YEAHH!! lesgo
#aughhh icarian…#this one is like. The one from unreal unearth to me just cause of how much you talk about it CACKLES#ouh interesting but at the start#so far this is about what i expected cackles cackles#and though i burn how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me…..#its very slow and quiet ough#its like. a breeze through branches#waghhhh it’s so so pretty weeping wailing#it’s like making me feel things dude i dunno why (positive)#i do not have wings love i never will!!!!!!!!#god this is like. ethereal#this would play over some fucking crushing scene in a film i think /silly /pos#god shortest three minutes of my life????? it went by so fast wagh#overall definitely very much a banger ough#not something i’d listen to regularly i think but i did really like it cackles. very much what i expected#EAT YOUR YOUNG!!!!! hell yeah dude#i didn’t know eat your young was in this album that’s fascinating#i fuckin love eat your young so much dude top hozier song to me it’s been on my playlist so long#IM STARVIN!! DARLIN!! LET ME PUT MY LIPS TO SOMETHING!!!!!#i dunno it just scratches my brain in some kinda way it bangs it really does#so so rad#especially the chorus i just love how he sings the chorus cackles#and oughhh the music dude#you can’t buy this!! fineness!!#god when he fuckin draws out the “honey i” god#also just like such an interesting song i think#anyway. yeag. eat your young ftw always#answering asks#chair asks#chair!!
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The fan favourite, Eddie wasn't dead when they left him in the upside down, Billy finds him, they must fight together to get out, but with a twist: every cycle starts with Billy gasping for air and scrambling to close a chest wound that... Isn't open anymore. Every cycle starts with Eddie flinching violently to get away from the bats.... That turns out to be Billy's hand gently shaking him to wake him up. Billy's not aware than a whole year has passed since his death, they figure out that they're in some kind of loop and have to figure out how to break free before el closes the doors (and somehow save Max in the process)
#Mungrove#billy hargrove#They definitely end up as lovers because I'm weak for mungrove but what is their initial relationship??#Did they know each other before? What did they think about the other before the mall fire?#I'm a bit partial for besties because then we can find another fan favourite:#Billy pushes people away as a way to keep the mindflyer from hurting them#So then we'd have the very interesting messy starting relationship of: they were besties#For some reason (mindflyer) Billy kickstarted a really bad fight with Eddie#Eddie was really really mad for like. Two weeks. And then as he started having Doubts because Billy was behaving really weirdly?#Did something happen at home or something?#Perhaps Eddie overlooked some important detail. Billy's not the best explaining shit when emotions run high#........that's when Max called him to tell him that Billy had died#Anyway when and how does Billy ask if anyone has cared about his death#And also I'd organize this story with the deaths they go through before they get it right#All the range between stupid deaths like Eddie stepping on one of vecna's branches#To Billy dying and confessing his feelings with his last breath#Mainly because these deaths are So Angsty except when the character comes back to life#And has to actually have another talk with the person they confessed their feelings to
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Because I'm an angst peddler, a little Miguel contribution:
I have a heart built for war / but I have never fought a fucking war like this
#spiderverse#miguel o'hara#the song is definitely not on the in progress angst playlist pfft. what me??? naaaah#anyway i think he should be absolutely fucking ripped apart and torn down to nothing#for funsies#and also so he can grow i just need everyone to kick his ass and knock some sense into him#also ik everyone talks about miles/spot parallels but have yall read miguels backstory#they are something to me.... samw beginning different paths etc etc but miguel has slid down onto the wrong one too#i think they should all kick miguels ass and then go deal with spot. and then snacks#it wasnt very clear so 'theyre something to me' is the fucking. spot/miguel branching and converging paths thing#anyway to spare any potential questions the song is king 810 'eyes'#devil dont cry is also on there but thats a different vibe#theyre both absolutely wrecking me as i chew on miguel like a piece of gum#he
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"If what we call "dominant masculinity" appears to be a naturalized relation between maleness and power, then it makes little sense to examine men for the contours of that masculinity's social construction. Masculinity, this book will claim, becomes legible as masculinity where and when it leaves the white male middle-class body. Arguments about excessive masculinity tend to focus on black bodies (male and female), latino/a bodies, or working-class bodies, and insufficient masculinity is all too often figured by Asian bodies or upper-class bodies; these stereotypical constructions of variable masculinity mark the process by which masculinity becomes dominant in the sphere of white middle-class maleness. But all too many studies that currently attempt to account for the power of white masculinity recenter this white male body by concentrating all their analytical efforts on detailing the forms and expressions of white male dominance. Numerous studies of Elvis, white male youth, white male feminism, men and marriage, and domestications of maleness amass information about a subject whom we know intimately and ad nauseam. This study professes a degree of indifference to the whiteness of the male and the masculinity of the white male and the project of naming his power: male masculinity figures in my project as a hermeneutic, and as a counterexample to the kinds of masculinity that seem most informative about gender relations and most generative of social change." - Jack Halberstam, Female Masculinity, p. 2-3
#quotes#i realized i've read and critiqued a lot of later halberstam stuff that i take issue with regarding halberstams not-great treatment of#transfeminism but i never got around to this book#and although i take issue with a lot of stuff halberstam has written i still think things like this are extremely useful to talk about#and i am trying to branch out to masculinity studies stuff that doesn't treat white cis het masculinity as#the Definitive Example Of What Masculinity Is#i think the biggest issue with anti-transmasculinity as a concept is the lack of overlap with butch feminism transfeminism#and the racialized nature of masculinity for most of the world
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