#It doesn't work

[cod-dump]

Ghost: With my love of destruction and Johnny's desperate need for attention, this'll be a cakewalk.

[banrionceallach]

Very excited about Wake Up Dead Man. I only wish the subtitle was 'A Benoit Blanc Mystery' and not 'A Knives Out Mystery'. It's like subtitling Hound of The Baskervilles 'a Study In Scarlet Mystery'.

[y2ksnowglobe]

No idea why, but I love the idea of Lark and Sparrow have fake copies of each other's IDs so they can more efficiently impersonate each other in official settings.

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

Sirius : prongs!

James*looking up from whatever he was doing, giving Sirius his complete attention * : yes?

Sirius : do you think I might be heterophobic?

James : pads, don't you mean homophobic?

Sirius : no, I don't have problems with homosexuals, it's js that, I saw moony snogging a girl, and I felt really uncomfortable and wanted to slap the girl

James : *long suffering sigh* pads, have you perhaps considered the emotion, "jealousy"?

[yeehawitsjakee]

My favourite part of Baldurs Gate 3 is when you have to go and beg your mum's situationship not to murder your uncle

[nixies-creations]

For @topgunalternateuniverse bingo. Bingo Square - TV Show (Creator’s Choice): Hangster - Stargate Atlantis.

"Of all the people that had to be as gifted with the ATA gene, why did it have to be you," Jake snapped, glaring down at Bradley with fire in his eyes. Smirking up at him, Bradley gave a careless shrug of his shoulders instead of a verbal answer. Scoffing, Jake whirled around and began gathering his things, half cursing Javy—who had insisted he needed Jake's help monitoring this last batch of subjects getting the ATA gene shot—and cursing Bradley needing to be here because a team of doctors insisted on needing to see what kind of baseline a person with the gene natural had. Not of course that it would be like that for others, Jake cursed in his head, because of course Bradley was unnaturally strong when interacting with Ancient technology. Of course his ex-boyfriend would be unnaturally gifted in it. Of course that meant he'd have to come on the mission to the Pegasus galaxy—where Jake couldn't run away from him. Because why wouldn't Jake have an easier time to run away from the man who broke his heart? Why wouldn't Jake be able to catch a break in this.

[memelordotherblog]

Mickey’s villains would steal all the fireworks for new year so they can try to blast Mickey’s house into ashes.

[angelsh0143]

nothing gets to me as much as the angle that every tribute from 2 chooses. All four of them play up their brutality and near-animalistic bloodlust both in the games and after; Cato snaps a tribute's neck in a fit of rage as if it's as easy as breathing to him, clove gets extremely close to her victims even if she uses a long-range weapon, making a show of enjoying their deaths, Enobaria ripping someone's throat out and then keep impersonating the role of a savage and Brutus being literally called brute. I wonder how much of this is a defence mechanism; if mentors try to protect their tributes from sexual slavery by telling them to constantly remind capitol citizens that they are almost more animal than humans and that they don't need weapons to kill. if all the rage, the desire to kill it's not only a consequence of being trained their whole lives but also a desperate attempt to keep as much of their autonomy as possible. and this isn't necessarily a sign of rebellion against the capitol but maybe just the byproduct of their militaristic culture, disdain for District 1 that uses the exact opposite angle, feeling like appealing to the desires of capitol citizens makes your victory less honourable, who knows. just. thinking about kids depriving themselves of their humanity before the capitols transforms them in sexual object.

[bookshelf-in-progress]

To prove that I am trying to write a retelling, here's a failed opening paragraph to a "King Thrushbeard" retelling that I'm never going to write.

Our first year of marriage, my husband and I lived in a hovel. It was a tiny, damp, dim little room, with a dirt floor, a straw roof, and a chimney that always smoked. It sat a mile from the nearest village, abandoned by a farmer who had failed. It sat on the banks of a tiny creek, and at sunrise I would leave the dim confines of the house to wade in the shallows and watch the water ripple over stones, watch the sun flash on the water, watch the birds dive for bugs and sing their praises to the living God who'd given them another day. Sometimes I dream of returning there—the creek would be the same, I think, even so many years later. Of course, at the time, I was miserable.

[eri-pl]

Blood, red like fire

Miriel pricked her finger on the needle. It was more difficult to control her hroa now, when the bounduaries between her and not-her were fuzzy. Her mother had warned her it would be like this.

At least she didn't break or lose the needle. It had been part of a gift from Vaire herself. Miriel smiled, remembering how the Valie --- and not other than the Weaver herself --- complimented her work.

A red drop bloomed on her fingertip, and she put it to her lips, not willing to risk staining any of the threads. The blood was too hot, almost painful to touch. Warmth creeped down her arm too, up her forearm and deep inside her body.

It was a new kind of warmth, not like the soothing, accepting light of Trees or her husband's embrace. Not like steady fire of the hearth even. It was unlike anything she'd known before. Somehow more new than every new thing she'd experienced before, more new even than the shores of Aman when she'd seen them for the first time.

This child would be brilliant.

The realization came suddenly, from within the warmth, and both quickly passed, but she knew. Deep inside her, the fire grew.

--- a few days before ---

Vaire worked in silence. Or, to be more precise, she was silent.

The prisoner talked and talked, without much point, analyzing her tapestry and criticizing most of it. At least he did it in a brilliant prose, at least at times. So much form, so little meaning... But it had a certain poetry to it, and that was why she agreed to keep him company. Still, he was getting tiring.

"Dons't thou think that thou shouldst be reflecting on thine behavior instead of trying to give me advice on what is my calling?"

"I am reflecting indeed." He stretched out hand and the light of her shining fabric danced on his too-long, too-shiny fingernails, like starlight reflested in ice. "But tell me, are my deeds not the very thing that allowed the brilliance in your tapestries to bloom? Had I not freed you of the Lamps, what wouldst thou weave now?"

Did Melkor just compliment the Trees? Maybe he was indeed reflecting. Maybe he simply wanted to make a point. Probably the latter.

He kept talking. "As for this work being thine, do I not have a part in all of your skills? Is there anything I cannot do?"

'Be silent, for example', she thought, but didn't comment.

"Thou hast the perspective wrong again."

Vaire sighed. "Indeed, thou shouldst be reflecting instead."

Melkor actually stopped talking for some time. Was the perspective really wrong? Probably not. But she kept wondering.

"I have reflected on my deeds." he said in a solemn voice. "And it occurred to me that I should do more than that. As I have said, I have a share in all the skills of all the Valar. Let me help thee. I shall make the perspective correct."

"I won't let thee spoil my work," she said. "Make thine own."

He probably offered the 'help' only to show off, but maybe not? Maybe Melkor was indeed trying to be helpful, finally? Anyway what could go wrong with letting him work? At worst he'd waste some of her thread.

---

Vaire narrowed her eyes, trying to find out what was wrong with the perspective in Melkor's tapestry. Something was wrong, definitely. She wouldn't hang it. But at least, he'd worked for some time, and did not complain.

The prisoner's question interrupted her thoughts. "Did Aule made those needles? they seem too beautiful to be his work," he said, giving Vaire's tools back to her.

"I shall not let thee talk badly about Aule."

"As you will, o lady of this prison. But heed my advice: keep those needles to thyself, as I do not believe that anyone would be able to replace them in case someone was to steal them. Not even I."

Even without the fake humility at the end, the attempt to make her possesive was just too obvious.

Vaire smiled. She'd give all of her best needles as gifts to the Eldar. No, to one Elda. Miriel definitely deserved it.

But Melkor did not have to know. She would him think he'd won this tiny battle.

The dark Vala smiled too.

[goodluckclove]

Reading Blind Trust it might be easy to assume Edgar Gallows has a pretty decent level of social skills. This is a common misconception based in how Edgar tries to interact solely with people he already knows. They actually are so painfully nervous around new people that they probably find it astounding that they've ended up with any close relationships.

Actually, if you've read Blind Trust this might not surprise you at all. Don't tell Edgar that you know they suck in social settings, though. They really depend on looking like they're cool about it.

[addlepater]

hes such a skrunk

[simple-persica]

Anybody else's body play a fun little game of "You don't know why you woke up at 2 in the morning, but you are sure about to find out ;P"

[radioactive-earthshine]

😐 wat?

Impulse (1995) #46

So... Iris does eventually write her biography for Barry Allen (and the whole Flashfam), and is supposedly working on it right now in comic time, but the thing is, it has not yet been written yet. All copies of this book exist in the future, and those that have made it to the past have been largely destroyed.

So, there is no possibility that Max has a copy casually, unless he took a time travel trip into the future to procure one or was given one by someone - which is not impossible but we don't see this happening and I doubt Max would read it or keep it or give to HELEN to read.

This plot point is so bonkers.

Because it suggests that EVERYONE knew about Thad by now already except for Bart.

Max just passing the book off for Bart to casually read is just.... ?????

I get that Loebs likely just wanted to do some sort of foreshadowing but it doesn't work and is messy and mushy.

[pinkberrytea]

[babykoala015]

The thing is some people you love a lot test your loyalty so much, that you just get tired of explaining the truth.

And let them question and hurt you as much as they want.