#Let's call this

[ruemilley]

here's a gif of some footage of the tiny game im working on where you go grocery shopping for your mom. pick things up! jump! manage your dollars! wao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[konmaao3]

All mentions of love and dead/death in Purgatory (Chapter 1–46) by @zuppizup, colour-coded, in order of occurrence.

(idea of course stolen from here or whatever the original is)

113 mentions in total (including 7 instances of calling the readers "lovely" in the chapter notes ☀️) and it looks like love is getting stronger over time, but where lies the majority?

The answer is dead/death, here are the relative frequencies:

Love had a good run, catching up over the course of the story and reaching a high point of 47.9% by chapter 41.

But then chapter 41–43 happened, with 8, 9, and 7 mentions of dead/death, including a 18-mention streak which is probably not surprising for any of the readers (in contrast, the longest love-streak is 7 in chapters 29–32).

Dead/death have a 67 to 46 advantage over love now, and I have little hope for Rayllum that love will prevail when it comes to quantity – but surely they can make up for it with intensity!

(feel free to make other requests, I'm looking for practice projects anyway, but of course I can't promise anything)

[afrenchwriter]

I hope you lovely readers don't mind reading Good Omens Human AUs in which Aziraphale calls Crowley "Anthony" because we're about to switch to first name basis really soon in For His Eyes Only... 😎❤️😇

[techni-cal-writing]

Lets talk some more about Val! (Pronouns he/they)

Val is normal. Regular human. Born on our Earth.

Ripped from their bed violently and traumatically bc Primus yoinked the wrong soul bc the unravelling multiverse is affecting him. Primus goes "whoops you're not what I wanted" and Val goes "i'm never what anyone wants lmao" (<-not good to say about ur self btw it fucks ur mental health [this is a surprise tool that will fuck us later])

But Primus doesn't have the strength to get another and trying to put Val back is impossible atm. So Val now has to suffering being reforged into a Champion Of Primus (the capitals are needed) and being no longer human.

His purpose?

Protecting the various Chosen Ones from the Others.

So lmao that's the premise whatcha'll think

[spikybanana]

They were never meant to be there. Yet they were exactly where they’re meant to be. 

Remus never thought he understood this— flimsy connection between the Force, all that it pushes towards happening, and the place that the rest of us have in bringing any of it about. At any given moment, who, or what is acting? What’s the difference between a man’s will and the Force’s will? Do we always act against the natural procession of the Force by doing anything at all, or is it simply impossible to act against it? 

Did the Force direct them to be stranded on this desolate planet in the middle of nowhere? Did the Force mean for them to meet the boy?

“You’re a Jedi too?” was the first thing Sirius Black said to Remus, extending a hand out towards him. 

His eyes were large, with something haunted, famished about them, and so, so cold, despite the unforgiving heat of this planet. Even without yet knowing how entangled their lives were set to become, Remus didn’t think he’ll ever forget those eyes. 

“My name is Sirius Black. Pleased to meet you.”

Remus only nodded as he took Sirius’ hand, at a loss for how to reply. The serious, earnest look on the boy’s face was at once comical and deeply intimidating, so is the firm hold of his small hand in Remus’ palm.

He shared a quizzical look with Dumbledore, who merely looked back at him with that indecipherable half-smirk, half-smile of his. 

Sometimes Remus thought Dumbledore must be seeing things nobody else could, and other times it appeared Dumbledore was merely masking his ignorance with a facade of serenity. Yet in the present, without his Master's prompting, Remus sensed that something much larger than him, much larger than Dumbledore too, was being set into motion.

tentative masterpost

[whichwoods]

📓

YAYYYYYY here we go — the dragons as mechas/evangelion/pacific rim au that lives in my head (i say evangelion because i like the concept of pilots being young, fighting in the suits alone, and being in the bioengineered corpses of something that once loved them :) but i also say pacific rim because the backstory of "giant monsters coming from a rift in the ocean" is easier to deal with and more plausible for westeros where dragons and magic already exist (read: i'm lazy))

aemond still claims vhagar when he's like 8, still loses an eye. kaijus have been attacking from a rift in the shivering sea for decades now, and vhagar is an old war dragon that was part of a regiment used to fight them. she dies when aemond is maybe 11, 12? (it's chalked up to old age) which makes him eligible for this new mecha program, because supposedly young dragon riders who have a bond, but a void left by their dead dragon, can connect better with the machinery. cue little child soldier aemond busting his ass for the next few years fighting monsters of unimaginable horror so they don't destroy the world and kill everything he loves <3

at some point during this arrax is killed as well </3 maybe during a kaiju attack? which means luke is put into the program and given a mecha as well, scrappy, angry, and with a big dragon-shaped chip in his shoulder. he and aemond get closer because they're young and scared and probably understand each other better than most people

so, surprise surprise, the mechas are dead dragons who have been bioengineered and resuscitated to act as suits for their former riders to control and fight kaijus. very into the idea of the power systems failing and vhagar snapping and eating a kaiju while aemond is unconscious in the pod, which the scientists didn't know they could do :) aemond still gets his shinji-esque scream of horror when he sees the vhagar-mecha without all its armor while it's being repaired and realizes what it actually is. maybe he goes to luke about this at one point and luke refuses to believe him until he sees it for himself when his own arrax-mecha is damaged?

anyway! as you can see, not much plot yet and a lot of vibes :') as an ongoing storyline i'm kind of digging vhagar's death not actually being old age, but maybe some way to jumpstart the program since the mechas are more effective? and this maybe starts happening to other dragons, such as jace's or baela's even though it pains me. and it has all those wonderful themes of children being manipulated into fighting a war they didn't start at a cost to them they didn't know they were paying when they agreed <3

thank you for being curious! if anyone would like to hear more, this is one au of many :)

[skipppppy]

So there’s a trend going round where you draw Miku inspired by your own culture and normally I just sit those out bc i’m from England but then the image of her covered in fake tan with the full chav makeup and sloppily bleached blue pigtails popped into my head and i almost threw up laughing. So here’s bri’ish Miku. She smells like impulse body spray and spent the last 30 minutes arguing with the teacher who told her to take her coat off. It’s chewsday innit

edit: i fucked up with the cigarette i know it’s the wrong way round blease stop making fun of me 😔💔

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[everwalldigan]

I love the idea of all the robins kinda being clones of each other with just a few differences and a concussed Bruce not being able to tell who he’s squinting at so he just says generic statements and avoids saying any names

Bruce (sitting at the breakfast table): so… how’s the weather… dick?

Jason (grinning): you do know I’m gonna hold this against you for like, the next 2 months right

Bruce: (groans into his hands)

Bruce (walking into the living room): hey have you read through the files I gave you yesterday?

Dick: (confused cause he took a day off to surprise Bruce) ?

Bruce: so?

Dick: er… no?

Bruce: Dick?? What are you doing here?

Bruce (walks into the kitchen with a fresh concussion): Jason? I thought you were on a mission with the outlaws?

Tim: (frozen through mid fridge raid, having assumed they were past Bruce calling him Jason since yk. He’s a shit brickhouse now and Tim is, well, obviously not): uh?

Bruce: *turns around and leaves*

Bruce: Oh hey Cass, when did you arrive from Babs’?

Damian: (slowly turns around in the black hoodie he’s wearing) we’re not even the same gender

Bruce: (under his breath) yeah but the same height

[kensatou]

"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"

hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.

[seagiri]

very sleep deprived doodles of whatever’s going on inside my brain

[strangeracrossthestreet]

credits for the images:

letstalkpalestine

[talaricula]

Things I've seen tumblr memeing about James Somerton doing à la "How did no one see how bigoted he was!" as if those things haven't been a significant part of tumblr culture for over a decade :

Presenting untrue and bordering on conspiratorial versions of (queer or otherwise marginalised) history without any sources

Completely disregarding and disrespecting any expertise on socio-cultural topics/humanities and distrusting academics and historians (incl. acting as if no academics or historians could be queer or marginalised)

Downplaying the role misogyny played in the historical oppression of queer women and concluding that queer men must have been more oppressed than queer women

Bi women are, at best, not as queer as "real" queer ppl, and at worst, simply equivalent to straight women

Despite nominal trans inclusivity, transmasculine ppl are functionally women when convenient (combined with the above, bi transmascs are functionally straight women)

Despite nominal trans inclusivity (bis), shamelessly attacking, threatening and actively endangering any trans woman who questions them or smth they find important (often by unfairly presenting her as violent or as a threat)

Having absolutely fucking wild and reductive takes about ace ppl, the oppression they face and their place in the queer community

Stating that marriage equality is an assimilationist fight while completely ignoring its direct roots in the horrifying consequences of the AIDS crisis for partners of ppl who died of AIDS

Praising western media creators from the past for queer coding even under censure and in the same breath condemning current non western media creators for being homophobic bc their representation isn't explicit enough

Blaming China for all existing homophobic censoring in western media

Assuming all queer media would be better told by western creators and by western standards

Only out queer ppl get to tell queer stories

Heavily criticising almost all queer media created by women or ppl they see as such (see above points about trans ppl) or involving/starring a significant amount of women for any perceived or real amount of "problematicness", but fawning over and praising and negating criticism of queer media created by and starring mostly or even functionally exclusively men (even when it could be argued that, you know, not involving/seriously sidelining women is a pretty clear example of misogyny which should probably be considered "problematic")

And I'm probably forgetting stuff or there's stuff I have internalised myself and don't recognise as an issue

Like idk but I feel like the takeaway from Hbomberguy and Toddintheshadow's videos should maybe be "be aware of such patterns in your communities bc they definitely exist" and not "this guy is uniquely awful" and I feel like a lot of the discussion I've seen surrounding this has been severely failing at that. Most ppl who've spent any significant amount of time on tumblr prob either have internalised at least one of those thought patterns, have had to de-internalise them, or have had to be extremely vigilant to not internalise them (which is done by, you know, seeking out other sources, which also seemed like an important takeaway from the videos)

[ave661]

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon’s home.

Which means he’s glued to your side.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you are in a local bookstore, the shop having caught your eye while out on a stroll together, each of you going to your respective shelves to find your preferred genres.

Simon grabs the first novel he thinks sounds interesting, quickly snatching the book by its spine so that he can cross the few steps back to your side.

His eyebrows furrow when he notices how closely you’re holding a book up to your face, your own eyes squinting at the back cover.

“Havin’ trouble there, love?” He asks as he approaches.

“Can’t believe I let myself run out of contact lenses.” You reply, trying your best to decipher the blur of black ink on the pages.

“Could’ve worn your glasses.” He retorts, something he’d already suggested more than once since you ran out of your contacts and had to order new ones.

“You know I only like wearing them at home.”

“But you’re so cute in ‘em.”

“Yeah well, you’re the only one who thinks so.” You mumble under your breath, though Simon hears it of course, the crease in his brow deepening.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffs out.

“I just got teased a bit in school was all Si, typical kid stuff. Just stuck with me I guess, but it’s fine, I have my contact lenses.” You explain to him.

Simon considers your words for a moment, the gears evidently turning in his head, muscular arms crossed over his large chest.

“And do we know where these fuckin’ tossers are at now?”

“Oh my god Simon, don’t-”

“Have we got any names to work with?”

“That is not-”

“Any addresses?”

“You are not about to-”

“Pictures?”

“I was like ten years old-”

“S’alright lovie, we’ll dig up your yearbooks when we get home.” He simply says, plucking your book from your hands and heading towards the register to pay.

[novasintheroom]

Ghost who, under “orders” from his army therapist (and with Price’s encouragement), starts looking around for hobbies when he’s on leave.

Not sure what to do at first. Tries gaming but gets bored of it and the PS4 stays gathering dust in his flat. Plants don’t appeal to him because he won’t be around enough to take care of them. Thinks about knitting, but is a bit too embarrassed to walk into the local craft shop to start making doilies.

Finally goes to the library after seeing a flyer advertising a painting class and thinks, “Hell, why not.”

Shows up in his hoodie, black face mask, and black baseball cap. Gives most of the old ladies attending the painting session a good scare

Until he rolls up his sleeves to avoid getting paint on his good hoodie. Then those old ladies are ogling his forearms and the tattoos painting his skin.

Is very attentive to the hired artist leading the session. Hasn’t got an artistic bone in his body, but dammit, he’s going to report back to his therapist that he tried if it’s the last thing he does.

Two little old ladies, Mrs. Levine and Ruby, pluck up the courage to sit beside him and start chatting him up. Compliments his painting, talk about their grandkids, how one of Ruby’s grandsons is into heavy metal (assuming Ghost is as well). Ghost listens half-heartedly, just trying to get the brown right for the deer he’s putting on paper. They manage to weasel out his name:

“Simon,” he announces gruffly.

“Oh, what a good name,” Mrs. Levine says.

He goes to the next activity as well: polymer clay creations. His hands are big and meaty and he has to take more clay than is probably reasonable to make the little pig he’s got going.

Mrs. Levine and Ruby are there too and sit right next to him to chat with him again. They love his idea of a pig and make a cow and sheep to go with it. When the hired artist comes around to see how everyone’s doing, Mrs. Levine announces that the three of them “have a little farm going” and that “Simon’s the farmhand.”

He's glad he's got his face mask on. He can feel his ears going red at the look the artist gives him.

Again, he’s very attentive to the hired artist, watching her hands carve into the soft clay with her nails to get texture on her dinosaur. He tries to do the same, giving whispy little hairs to his pig. It’s not pretty, but he feels a smidge better about going when it’s all done.

Mrs. Levine and Ruby get more information out of him as time goes on and he attends more activities. Soon their friends join in on the conversation, and Ghost – Simon – is well-known at the library for being the military guy who attends every Saturday when he’s not deployed. The little old ladies love him, even if he “doesn’t say much.” He’s helped them carry their bags of books and crafts to their cars, listens to them prattle on about activities and their aches and pains, and even scared off some hooligans who were trying to disrupt their library activity.

(They’ve all got little old lady crushes on this big man who takes time out of his day to better himself, and they love his dry/dad jokey humor)

(And he won't admit it, but these are his little old ladies now. Clarice brought him brownies that he absolutely devoured when he got back to his flat they were so good, and he can't help but laugh at how often they try to set him up with their granddaughters. And how they "trip" often just to hang on to his big arms. Birds are birds, no matter their age.)