#NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE

[chaosinstigator]

no bc how in the hell did we go from daniel being adorably cheeky and somewhat confident he’s got a seat next year, and bayer saying singapore isn’t daniel’s last race… to this

to journalists and fans and the fucking f1 account themselves not knowing what the fuck is going on and everyone being collectively confused and upset at how things are now being played out

congratulations redbull you united everyone daniel fans and haters alike here with the fucking disgraceful and disgusting way you’ve treated him, I hope you burn in hell

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

FourEver You "Pilot" Trailer Thoughts

Well..... The "pilot" trailer came out (I am going to need you to feel the air quotes I am using around the word).

Along with the poster.

I have not checked scene by scene yet but even more then one of the scenes in the trailer is from stuff they shot earlier, in the 1 to 8 Qs ca.

Which is very confusing. Because they are filming the actual series. And they are still filming. So those scenes should be going in the final series. In which case, why is this a "Pilot" trailer. If they are using scenes from what they are shooting then shouldn't this be a normal trailer.

Does that mean that they started by filming fake scenes for the "pilot" trailer and then moved on to the actual series. That's crazy.

Also - Coming Soon - Don't lie to me. Two of the love stories have probably only filmed what you saw in the "pilot" trailer, most of the pictures from set where about Earth and Bas and their love interests. They have done 19Qs since May. New is still working on Project10 Liners. The earlier this could be coming out is October/December.

And that's being very optimistic.

In conclusion I know nothing and nothing makes any sense. I have no idea why is this called a pilot and why they are using scenes that will probably be in the final series.

Tag list: @bengiyo @lurkingshan @twig-tea @respectthepetty @mysterygrl20

@slayerkitty

[allofuswantgwinam]

yo I like really just don’t think I wanna be a part of society

[zoegotmods]

The math sub explaining yesterday's homework to a bunch of confused students:

Me who was sick yesterday:

[marciaillust]

almost blown out bsky / twt / ig

[conqu3er]

Im having a lot of problems with doing anything, i'm just wasting time and money

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Me when I really want to draw fanart for a fandom because it looks so cool, but I haven't the slightest idea about any deeper lore than surface level plot and symbolism

[vaguely-concerned]

on the one hand I think inner demons could stand to have a bit more romanced rook specific content, but on the other hand the underlying in-built implication that 'yours is the one true voice of comfort and safety in my inner world' is a sentiment and intimacy so way beyond the romantic or the platonic or any secret third thing you could care to name that it makes me lose my entire poor little mind a bit. it's so big and fundamental — near-existential — that in that exact moment at least the distinctions kind of seem irrelevant.

all the people lucanis' mind conjures up along the way are relationships he has that are unavoidably mixed and fraught in some ways even when they're also full of love (they are fraught BECAUSE they're full of love) — the good in them inseparable from things that hurt him at the same time. (it's about: the basic disorganized attachment patterns this poor guy is dragging around with him. careful with those, they're dellamorte heirlooms. what you love also inevitably hurts you and you won't be allowed to have one without the other, you have to surrender parts of your soul to hold on to what little you have left: this is the story up until now.) and the idea that rook isn't that to him — that beneath the fear of wanting them when romanced (which is more its own separate thing because within this psychology, actively wanting something and not just clinging on for dear life to even a meager status quo lest you lose it is in itself dangerous bordering on catastrophic), this is a relationship where there isn't resentment, or guilt, or shame, or dread, or rage, or self-hate, or any of the other emotions that keep him paralyzed, unable to move this way or that. no debts, nothing owed of yourself and your soul's substance except what you can freely and safely and happily give. love and freedom don't coexist — but, I mean, you're almost starting to make me think........... unless...👀👀👀. the unconditional and undramatic 'you are here and I am here with you, you can be exactly how you are right now with me and it's safe for us both even though you're afraid it won't be, I'm not going anywhere' acceptance rook shows him here that he returns to them in the big romance scene, when it's rook who needs it. the way he's just. standing there in the center of it all, like a child desperately helplessly waiting to be found, hiding in the place he hopes you'll know to look first. (rook does know. it's one of the first things they say in there.)

in short the most important room in his little mind palace for the romance is the very first room — the one where rook isn't. where, in fact, rook cannot be, because they disprove the entire structure of the place with their existence and presence in his life. with everyone else he's putting words in their mouths about what they think of him, and rook is the one who actually gets to come in to speak their own words to him — and have him listen. ('he'll listen to you, he always listens to you', 'your voice is a comfort'.) of course rook isn't present anywhere else in there — at the risk of stating the obvious to a tedious degree, they aren't one of the locks, they're bringing the key. in the very finest 'the messenger and the message' sort of way.

[trashyshrew]

[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[s0fter-sin]

kneeling is a broad term for what ghost does with price

surrendering is slightly more accurate but even that doesn’t hope to touch the sheer desperation in the way he clutches at him; his body bowed low at his feet, his legs latched around one of his, hugging it so tightly to his chest his arms shake as he digs his face into his thigh

it’s only here that he can finally give in to the screaming; to the distant voice he strangles into silence every day of his life. the one who begs him to make himself as small as possible; do everything he can to hide from the ever encroaching demons growling and salivating at his heels

it’s only here, in the dark of price’s barracks, hidden by a bed at his back and a wall to his front, that he finally lets himself stop running; only between solid combat boots and worn fatigues does he let himself tremble and admit to the choking fear

he’d break open price’s chest if he could; crawl past his gushing viscera and curl up under his ribs, hidden in the warm dark

ghost clawed his way out of the grave with broken nails and gritted teeth but he wouldn’t mind being buried again if it meant being cradled in the safety of price’s insides. his warm blood and soft lungs would blanket him, mask the stench of his rotten flesh until he could even convince himself that, maybe, he too was still alive

he shifts, unnerved by his own longing, and price runs his hand over the crown of his mask the same way he’d card it through his hair until he settles once more

he grounds him over the long hours it takes for his white-knuckled grip to relax into a loose hold; for his face to stop grinding into the meat of his thigh and simply rest in his lap, his bracketing legs the only thing holding his lax body up as he floats, untethered by fear

[fryday]

I think it's been generally accepted that the simplest answer to people asking if dnp are a couple is, "well they built a house together, so make of that what you will" because that's the only really concrete fact we know of that speaks to their current relationship status. but sometimes I think - damn, is that even just an important *clue* to the status of things? or is that kind of *it*? is there anything more you need to know about two people than that, at the end of every day, the only people they'd want to completely let their walls down around is each other? that only the two of them know what the other looks like first thing in the morning, still in their pyjamas & before coffee; or at the end of a rough day, cranky and stomping around and eventually tired and soft enough to say goodnight; or frustrated to hell over the menial tasks needed to keep a household going like doing the taxes or getting the right groceries..... I could keep going on. we might really never know whether dnp call each other husbands or partners or boyfriends or best friends or housemates, or if they're exclusive or open, whatever. but what we do know without any doubt is that they are It for each other. they are each other's no. 1 most important person. and that is most indisputably shown through the fact that they built a house together. they chose to create their own little world within the world. the place where they can be 100% who they are, 100% of the time. and they want to share that place with each other.

what more is there to know?

[coldbycrossfade]

MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME

[korralone]

Caitlyn and Vi are truly one of my favorite sapphic romance stories I’ve ever had to the privilege to watch on screen. I’m constantly 🤪 when I think about the amount of story time that was dedicated to them, and the type of story that was told, as that’s not usually what we get with gay romances.

I keep seeing a lot of people dissatisfied/angry/etc with how their story went and it kinda bums me out so I just wanted to use this post to get my thoughts and feelings out (obviously everyone has their own valid opinions and won’t agree with me)

Cait and Vi not being uwu “healthy” 24/7 and their inherent messiness is WHY I find them so compelling. From the moment they met there were already huge factors against them, both indirectly of their control (class struggle, power imbalance) and directly (personality clashes, communication styles). But they somehow grew to love each other anyway.

Caitlyn not saying “I’m sorry” out loud at any point to Vi by the end of the show, I honestly loved it. Because Caitlyn instead apologized with her actions, and Caitlyn’s actions always seem to speak louder than her words. Her letting go of the vengeance that consumed her for so long for Vi’s sake (which ultimately led to her allowing Vi to break Jinx out) was more meaningful to me than if they had some long blow out argument (and Vi recognizing this immediately and jumping Caitlyn’s bones then and there was just *chefs kiss* to me)

They’ll never be perfect. They’ll always have to work at their relationship. It won’t be pretty, sometimes even unfair. They’ll fight and clash and not always agree, but there’s always this persistent feeling of LOVE anyway, and they’ve decided they’ll put in the work to make their relationship last despite it all. And I think it’s beautiful.

[tackykachowch]

How it feels to not like timebomb after s2

[baejax-the-great]

If I were a writer at a big game company working on a sequel to a beloved series and the higher ups kept telling me to make the game shittier and kept sending my work back to me to be dumbed down even further somehow, and then once most of the writing was done they laid me and my coworkers off illegally without severance, I'd probably gleefully watch as people trashed the shitty game that shipped.