#I need more of them together oh my god

[cementcornfield]

Is it fair to say that Tee is a need?

Tee is a need, yes.

If the front office isn't able to make that work, would you be disappointed in that?

I'd be very disappointed in that, yeah.

[necrotic-nephilim]

What's so fun about BruJay as a ship is Jason's sheer obsessive devotion to Bruce. Jason is possessive over Bruce, to the point he doesn't care about the deaths of others so long as he has Bruce's attention. A part of the UTRH arc this isn't talked about enough is that Bludhaven fucking explodes mid-way and Jason won't let Bruce see if Dick is alive.

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A lot of discussion about UTRH paints Jason as this anger-driven cold, calculating machine up against Bruce when it's so clear that his love for Bruce is what drives him at his root, even if he won't acknowledge it. He says it himself, he would've done anything if it was Bruce who'd died instead of him and his anger is rooted in that possessive devotion not being reciprocated.

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BruJay as a ship always to be, to some level, unrequited. Even if Bruce loves Jason back in that way, he'll never be that obsessed with Jason. Jason will always view Bruce's love for Dick or Tim to be a distraction, proof that Bruce isn't dedicated enough to him. Jason has the need to always have Bruce's attention, even when it could come at the cost of Bruce's other loved ones. Something something cannibalism as a metaphor for love in how Jason wants to consume Bruce's whole existence. He can't let Bruce leave him again, can't let Bruce love or grieve anyone else. Forcing Bruce to choose between Jason and the Joker isn't just about confronting Jason's killer, it's about confronting the other person who exists as this duality with Bruce and consumes so much of Bruce's life. That's the role Jason wants to fill, calling himself Red Hood and forcing Bruce to look at what he's become. But still loving Bruce and wanting more than anything for Bruce to reciprocate that love in the way that Jason understands. I just think it's good soup and rife with Dynamics that are underexplored with them.

[wolfwarrior142]

Callum has asked Rayla twice now to kill him if he's ever corrupted again. This time as like a barter. And this time, despite looking devastated, she finally (begrudgingly) agrees. And later this season, Callum is cleared of his dark magic corruption, but it also warned that if he does dark magic again it'll overwhelm him.

Man my dreams have already been haunted enough by death foreshadowing I can't take much more of it for these two.

[fatedroses]

Light Party! (Don't mind Tsu and Zenos, they turn into dumbasses whenever they're within five feet of one another.)

[coridallasmultipass]

Finally knitted Halloween socks that I've been meaning to knit since I bought this yarn last year!

The yarn is from "SavannahRoseHandmade" from the 90s Halloween Collection (sold out now UGH [understandable, but UGH]) and is visually inspired by the movie Scream (1996). I saw the colour pooling effect on their sample swatch when they shared the yarn collection images on Reddit last year, and was immediately like, 'Holy shit it's just like CRT TV static!!' And I had to get it. (And then life happened and I didn't get around to knitting them until now lol).

And unfortunately, I'm SO IN LOVE WITH IT!! THE EFFECT DID TRANSLATE TO SOCKS AND NOW IT'S LIKE, AHHH I NEED MORE. I don't know if I have enough yarn left to make an additional pair, so I'll have to figure out how to weigh it and the socks and see if the weight compares (really don't wanna end up with 3 socks and not enough for the 4th lol). But yeah. I'm so glad I got to do this. The yarn colouration was SO fun to work with, and the yarn was a nice and smooth 1-ply which was a huge relief from the fluffy yarn on the socks I'd been working on just before this. And yes, I did intentionally take this photo in front of those books because of the spiral-ish pooling.

Can I just also... like... holy fuck, man. I LOVE when yarn pools into unique patterns. It's the best phenomenon ever. And especially like for this one being black and white? That subtle grey transition from stark white to pitch black is EVERYTHING. Like I never would have thought one could create yarn that would pool EXACTLY like TV static rolling down the screen when knit. Major nostalgia vibes. I can feel the forcefield.

Also, started these babies September 27 and finished the second sock today October 3rd, which may be a new record for me knitting socks, I was so fucking excited. I even have a big ole 'writers bump' on my finger from the way I hold my knitting needles lmao (was also knitting a different pair of socks before this, too), and my arthritis is Not happy, but screw you, arthritis! I'M HAPPY.

Side note: it would be cool to pair this yarn with like a red addition somehow. Get a Saw vibe going bc of the TV static pooling effect. (I do love Scream though.) Or you could even probably take it a The Ring route with like a fly applique or something. So many horror movie staples with TV static effect, and not enough Scream yarn to test them out!!

Bonus image when the socks were a WIP:

I had my new tooth and doll eye stitch markers going. I DO have bloody murder weapon stitch markers, but none of them are a buck knife (Ghostface's weapon), so I went for general Halloween vibes instead (even tho I use stitch markers like this year-round lol).

[explodingchaos]

// WOTFI SPOILERS‼️‼️

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I will actually never get over this ending. This is something I’ve always imagined, but never saw coming true. The content and tranquility between the two, and just sitting in each others presence while drinking coffee, not really bothered by the fact that one’s not telling them what’s in the notebook and the other isn’t bothered by asking what he’s doing. Ngl, rewatching I would get emotional. Realizing how far SMG4 & SMG3 have come in terms of relationship development (and character development) to one another brings me to another level of heartwarming. I could talk about how much they’ve grown and learned together, but if I did my fingers would hurt, and I would never finish. Maybe some other day, but for now I just wanted to state I really enjoyed WOTFI this year, and considering the TV situation hasn’t been wrapped up yet (surprisingly), I look forward to it and how it will show up in different episodes.

[thawthebeez]

captain tadashi yamaguchi is always on my mind. he was only allowed to exist for 3 seconds because furudate knew he was too powerful. captain yamaguchi could shoot lasers out of his eyes and level cities in a matter of seconds. he will also be smiling the whole time with the biggest, brightest eyes. he has the confidence of a demigod. he is breathtakingly gorgeous. he is the most horrifying person you will ever meet.

[bumblingbabooshka]

One of the best Voyager scenes to indicate Tuvok & Neelix's dynamic and how I think Tuvok is just as if not more 'annoying'(positive) than Neelix is when Neelix pours Tuvok a fresh squeezed glass of a fruit juice blend and Tuvok's like (paraphrased) "I don't want to drink this." and Neelix is like "Can you please try it?" and Tuvok's like "I don't want to, you're really bad at this sort of thing. It's going to taste bad." and Neelix says that Ensign XYZ said she LOVED it, she even had a second glass! And Tuvok says Ensign XYZ could drink poison without a second thought and Neelix is like "Tuvok could you please just TRY it? Just try a little SIP of it PLEASE??" and Tuvok sighs and rolls his eyes and sniffs it before taking a sip and it turns out he loves it. Turns out it tasted good actually. And then after all that Neelix tries to talk to him over eggs (which he's again cooking fresh for him) and Tuvok tells him he doesn't wanna hear "the life history of his breakfast." Absolutely insufferable this man I would have burned his eggs on PURPOSE!!!!

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Okay no one talk to me bc I haven’t watched the race yet but I just finished Nightbane by Alex Aster and am currently Losing It. I need the third book rn.

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[arovalentines]

some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)

[mistyycowoa]

FUCK IT WHATEVER

CLEMENT ASHKETTLE MY BELOVED

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[geddy-leesbian]

men that Claire Redfield has turned into women:

my friend Hjalmar

Steve Burnside

[quietwingsinthesky]

Thinking about the “Careful. That’s my Father you’re speaking about, boy.” line now. Because like. Raphael is the one angel with the perspective of “god is dead/so far out of the picture and not coming back that he is functionally dead to all of us anyway” so you’d think that they wouldn’t care if Dean is an asshole about it. Or at least, that they’d care dean is being an asshole and flippant to them, an archangel deserving his respect, but maybe not so much a little blasphemy because well. God doesn’t care about even the important things, so what’s a little quip from dean winchester?

“That’s my Father.” it’s like. “That’s my Father.” He left home and never came back. He abandoned Heaven, and he abandoned Michael, and he abandoned Raphael. He left. No instructions and a world to run. And Dean Winchester is making jokes while he stands at the epicenter of a godless universe.

It’s more personal here, right? In the show, there’s God, that amorphous idea of something all-powerful that made the world and skipped out on it, and then God, the father who had some kids and went out to get milk and cigarettes and didn’t come home. Venn diagram with a lot of crossover, but what starts in this scene, I think, as talking about the former and only the former, very quickly shifts into being about the latter. Dean’s taking the grandiose, the “Who ran off and disappeared. Who left no instructions and a world to run.” and turning it into the mundane, “Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the post office, did he?”

I’m not sure where I’m going with this. Just that there’s a difference between an insult to God as God and an insult to God as the father to angels, and the way Raphael responds to the latter, the way Dean is able to rile them up by pushing that interpretation into the conversation, is interesting to me. Careful. That’s their Father you’re talking about. A deadbeat dad is still their dad.

[razzle-zazzle]

thought too long about Cavisuwa & Stanny's relationship in Bad End and started losing my mind because oh my god. oh my goddddd cavisuwa you cunt

this uh. this got long + death & alcohol & small snippet so i'm putting it under a cut

They're such idiots. If Stan hadn't been kidnapped then people would have listened to Tweek about Craig and if Craig hadn't been possessed then they could have gotten Stan out of the woods. Stan and Craig doomed each other, indirectly, without ever really knowing, and Stanny and Cavisuwa are gonna keep dooming each other. they don't even have any kind of relationship for the first five years of Cavi's takeover because Stanny's out in the woods with the critters. And then a piece of the resistance goes deep enough into the woods that Kyle and Stan finally reunite.

And just like that, Stanny and Cavisuwa are enemies, lightning and fire and blood every time they clash. The only one powerful enough to give the other pause. A possessed god and a feral demon attack dog. They don't hate each other, exactly, but Kyle and Cavisuwa oppose each other and even if Stanny can only remember his childhood before the woods in scattered pieces—it's Kyle. Of course Stanny's gonna claw and bite and take every inch of spite and violence he learned out in those woods and turn it against the world for Kyle's sake. They're Super Best Friends!

But Cavisuwa refuses to have his power contested and the woodland critters don't like how Stanny's starting to pull away from them in favor of Kyle and all it really takes is a few meetings. An offered human sacrifice. A few words about how really, don't you think this Kyle is such a terrible influence on your son, Deery? Don't you think the chaos I've caused would be so much better for him? You care so much about your little fawn, and now he's pulling away from you. And that's all it takes and next thing Stanny knows Kyle is dead, killed by infighting in the very resistance he believed in according to the Woodland Critters, who all crowd around and try to comfort him. And it's devastating and cruel and Kenny and Tolkien and Wendy know there's nobody in the resistance who would've wanted Kyle dead but Cavisuwa's half a world away and Kyle wasn't killed with lightning anyway. But it doesn't matter because Stanny's already retreated back into the woods and Kenny's dead in the snow from the outburst.

And it's there in those woods, far away from anything and anyone, that Cavisuwa finds Stanny, alone but for the same deer that Cavisuwa talked to so recently. They almost fight. Stanny's certainly upset enough for it. But Cavisuwa's just oh-so surprised that Kyle's not there, that Stanny's so far away from where the resistance is likely located, what happened to the loyal little guard dog that almost ripped Cavisuwa's arm off?

"He's dead." Stanny grits out. He lifts the bottle to his mouth and chases the bottom, not caring what Guinea Bastard does next.

Cavisuwa laughs, this soft thing that's so unlike the few memories of Craig Stanny still has. "Surprised it took this long." He murmurs, floating down to stand on the snow. "Humans are a plague," he hisses, "you just can't rely on them."

Stanny opens his mouth—to say what, he's not quite sure—until he realizes that they really are alone, not even the guy that Stanny's pretty sure must be Clyde anywhere in sight. He huffs. "You still keep them around." He points out, not inaccurately.

"Doesn't mean I trust them." Cavisuwa responds, sparks flickering idly in his hands. "They're only useful to a point."

Stanny falls back until he's laying in the snow, staring up at the sky. He's not sober—he hasn't been in a while. Maybe once or twice while Kyle was still alive, but—well. "Kyle's trustworthy." He defends.

"Except he's dead now." Cavisuwa states, leaning forwards to look Stanny directly in the eyes. Electric blue meets baby blue, like so many times before when they'd been trying to kill each other, grappling in the air on the ground trying to tear each other apart—there's no hostility. No flash in those eyes signalling an incoming laser, nothing but a calm contentment. "And doesn't that just tear you up?" He asks, lips pulling back to show off teeth, "That the one person who you thought would never leave got taken from you, and won't come back?" Cavisuwa's egging Stanny on, voice harsh and bright and perfect for riling Stanny up.

To the side, Deery watches. She nods, slightly, and says nothing.

"Don't you wanna make the world hurt?" Cavisuwa continues, "Don't you wanna watch it burn like it burned you?"

Stanny breathes deeply. The bottle is empty in his hands. He sits up slowly, laboriously, and the bottle refills as Deery nods her head again. Somehow, through the usual drunken haze, Stanny manages to pull together enough suspicion to ask, "What's in it for you?" Because doesn't Cavisuwa have an empire to protect? Temples he'd rather not see destroyed? Infrastructure that propagates his rule?

"There are plenty of places I'd love to see destroyed." Cavisuwa shrugs, leaning back and holding out his hand (Craig's hand, some part of Stanny's mind notes, but it's small and really kind of unimportant). "And, if I'm being honest," Cavisuwa glances away, then looks back at Stanny with a lazy grin and bright blue eyes. "I've always been a little jealous of Kyle—you and I have so much in common."

"We do?" Stanny stands, without taking Cavisuwa's offered hand, stretching his arms. His antlers are heavy on his head—but they'll be gone by the time the winter snow starts hitting in earnest. And he's lived with them for years, now, so the weight is barely a footnote as far as Stanny's concerned.

"We both may have human bodies," Cavisuwa spits the word human like a curse, "but we're not really like those pathetic little monkeys, are we?" He nods, "We're something more, you and I, and, well—can you really say you don't hate mankind for what they'd do to your family? For what they did to your best friend?"

And it's true, isn't it? Stanny thinks back to a half-remembered childhood in that hick town, to a weed farm he hated and baby cows tied to stakes and a scoutmaster who got fired for being "different". There's so many things missing, in his recollection of it all, but isn't what he can remember enough to go off of—it must be.

And it's not like Stanny's really all that human anymore, is he? If he ever was, which he doubts. He's always been a Woodland Critter, even back before he knew it. The weight of his antlers is suddenly much more prominent.

Cavisuwa's head tilts slightly, hand still outstretched. He's not really a demon, insofar as Stanny can tell, but he's got the vibe what with this whole possession thing. The cloak made of giant guinea pig fur matches the pelts Stanny learned to cover himself in, sparks of lightning in Cavisuwa's eyes not so different from the hellfire Stanny carries.

They really are kindred spirits, aren't they?

"Okay." Stanny takes Cavisuwa's hand. It feels hot and sharp, static jumping between them. It feels like a pact, an unbreakable deal. It feels like a promise and a surrender.

It feels like maybe Stanny's just found a new friend.