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dearsnow · 2 years ago

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SALT FARE, NORTH SEA

- when a dragon falls from the sky, decimating your ship and bringing a strange boy along for the ride, you begin to question if the some of the targaryens are really as bad as they seem. (aged up!lucerys velaryon x fem!reader, angst to fluff, ur burning hatred is quenched by time spent on the sea 🤞) MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON! au where vhagar doesn’t kill luke, arrax just gets absolutely mauled and falls out of the sky. aged up luke because I didn’t realize he was that young when i started writing 💀. ⚠️ TW for death, suicidal thoughts, and trauma.

word count: 4,211 (jesus christ)

a/n - ohhhh my god guys i’m back!!!! this was certainly a labor of love. i don’t know if I’ll start writing consistently again, but i really hope i do. i love you guys so much and thank you for the continued support even when i’m on hiatus! also i’m sorry if luke is ooc because i choose to believe he’s quietly funny and a little bit of a menace 😭

As the waves batter the sides of your ship, you don’t feel seasick. You feel the spray, see the occasional silvery fish zip by under the water. The sun beats down on your exposed neck and the motion swirls your mind, but you are sick for an entirely different reason.

Betrothal. God, you hate how that word sits on your tongue like a hot piece of meat. You are to be sent off to their family, married into their lineage and forced to bear their children until your womb shrivels like a sun-dried date. Of all of your options, the Targaryens are certainly the worst.

Aemond, in particular. You’ve heard stories of his cold demeanor, how he could kill you with a look. With his hands, too. He is quite the skilled swordsman, not that you would ever wish to witness it. He is the one you are set to marry.

Oh, the misery. The horror. You can feel bile rising in your throat whenever someone mentions him or his mother, great Queen Alicent.

You figure, though, at least it isn’t his brother.

You come from a noble family. It was bound to happen anyways. Trade your Martell name for some haughty lord’s and become his sow for the rest of your life. Your short, miserable life. In some ways, you are a bit grateful. You will never want for food and you know you’ll bring great honor to your family by marrying into the Targaryens.

You just wish you could marry for another reason, not just forging alliances and heating up old, cold ones. You could have a happy life with the person of your choosing. You could sell fish on the shores of the sea and pick flowers in a field.

You play with this notion in your head before you hear a mighty crash and the sound of splintering wood.

The screams come mere seconds later. They pierce the air as snapping bones and rending flesh ring out. You stumble back, nearly falling off the edge of the ship. Large chunks of meat have started raining from the sky, crushing everything in their path.

You feel your heart beat so fast it nearly leaps out of your chest as you scramble for friction. Fuck, what the hell?

With the meat there comes blood, great amounts of it. It trips the sailors up, sending them careening over the wooden edges and into the sea.

You narrowly miss the giant dragon wing that splits the boat in two. The entire thing has started sinking, and your blood runs cold.

The ship is tilted from the massive gash in the center. Water is mixing with blood, and your dress is soaked to the bone. You can’t help but think that the finest silks Dorne can offer will drag you to the bottom of the depths.

As you clamber to the top of the ship’s bow as another fast-moving figure falls into the water. You don’t notice it in the moment.

A shove comes from behind, pushing you to the side. Your back aches where you were struck.

“M’lady, m'lady! The lifeboat, you must take the boat. Go, go! Right now, m'lady.”

It’s Finhard, the deck swabber. He has two missing fingers, a lame knee, and a million stories. He swabbed the deck of The Sandstorm from port to port, collecting any and all information he could along the way. You loved talking to him so much it made the trip almost worth it. He always helped you sneak food to the cat stowing away on board. The cat you’re sure is now dead.

“What about you?” You question, voice loud but shaky. You can’t just leave him here.

“I’m a dead man, m’lady. I don’t matter.”

“But you do!” You insist, tugging on his arm. The screams are still ringing like alarms, and your limbs feel locked and like jelly at the same time.

“No, no. I might sink it. Girl’s damaged already. Please go, girlie. Jus’ remember me when you eat your next fish, alright?”

A pit pools in your stomach as you whip around to look at the small lifeboat. He’s right. The boat wouldn’t be able to hold you and a grown man, at least not one of Finhard’s size.

“Get on. I’ll push ya off, and you better have a damn good time with that prince of yours.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you watch your trusted confidant steel his gaze.

“I’m sorry, Finhard. I’m so so sorry,” You sob, clutching his rough palms. “I promise I’ll think of you always.”

“Thas’ all I ask for.” His voice is rough and uncut, hardened yet soft, like a feather made of chainmail. He picks you up like a sack of potatoes and places you in the rickety boat with the gentleness of a father setting down his newborn. He gives you one final kiss on the forehead before untying the boat and shoving it into the roiling water.

Small hairs cling to your forehead as the ship lights up in a blaze sure to be seen from the shore. Your face is so wet with tears you feel as though the ocean is the product of them.

You sob into your hands as the people who took care of you on your journey sink, their bawls leaving a scar in your memory.

It’s not even ten minutes after the foremast begins to sink that you see a dark shape bobbing along in the water next to you. You stifle a gasp, thinking it must surely be a shark or a dead man. The water around it was red and heavy.

When it floats closer to you, you see for the first time that it’s a boy. A boy who must be around your age, maybe sixteen or seventeen. His wrist gives a little twitch, and you resolve that you must rescue him.

He wasn’t on your ship unless he was stowing away in the barrels, as teenagers often do. No matter his situation, you grab his soaked shirt and give a hard tug.

The effort almost tips your boat, nearly sending you spiraling into the water. You give a little huff. The waterlogged boy is definitely heavier than you expected.

You try again, managing to get his arm hooked around the side of the boat. From there, it’s just a game of strength- you pull him up, using his clothing as a sort of lever to shimmy him out of the water. You roll him over, the water streaming off of him re-splattering your already wet clothes with water and fresh blood. The boat dips a little with his weight, but it does not sink. You praise the Seven under your breath. He has a cut on the side of his head, one that requires medical care far past the simple fixes you’ve learned.

You try to dress it anyways. Ripping a long strip of cloth from the bottom of your underskirt, you wrap it up and pray he doesn’t lose much more blood.

You can still hear the creaking of The Sandstorm, though any humans were sucked under long ago. It makes a melancholy sound, blending with the waves and the seabirds and the rain that has started pattering down. A lump forms in your throat as you gaze at the wreckage. Hot water slides down your face as you sit in your little lifeboat, waiting for death that will most certainly come for your throat.

It’s about two hours of lonely drifting before the boy wakes up. He opens his eyes slowly, then they widen as he gives a gurgling shout.

“Augh!” You stifle a giggle, though your voice is still wobbly from sobs.

He notices you and sits up, bewildered. As he takes in his surroundings, you sit and watch.

“Who are you? Where am I? Where is Arrax?”

“I am nobody now, and we are in the middle of the ocean,” You gesture to the water surrounding every inch of your sight. “And I don’t know who Arrax is.” He sure has a lot of questions, though you can’t fault him for it.

“Arrax, my dragon. I… I think he’s…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.

You stare at him in shock.

“Your dragon? The dragon that fell out of the sky in twenty pieces?” You question, voice heated. “The one that just killed a crew of fifty-two men?”

He’s silent for a moment. “So he’s dead?”

“Of course he’s dead, you imbecile! Did you not hear what I just said? He killed them. All of them. I’m the only survivor.”

“I’m sorry.” He mutters. He brings his knees to his chest and hugs them. “It was never my fault. It was him that killed Arrax, so it is him that killed your crew.”

“Who is him?”

“That bastard of a prince, Aemond. He and his dragon, Vhagar, chased us across the skies and attacked us in the air.”

Your hands tighten into fists as your throat constricts like you swallowed a spiny rock. You regret ever saving the boy, and you regret not slitting your throat when you heard of your betrothal to the murderer. Everything you’ve heard about Aemond is true. Your rage boils into hatred, and you swear that if you ever see him you will die and take him with you.

“So that must mean you’re a Targaryen too?” You say, trying to keep your voice level. It’s a skill you had to learn as a noble lady, but the hate building in your chest is almost too violent to quiet.

“Lucerys Velaryon, my lady.” He eyes you, taking note of your expensive yet ruined dress. He must know you’re not a commoner either.

You know the Targaryens are the only ones with proper access to a dragon, but you should have known that only someone descended from one could cause such absolute and utter destruction. It’s not Lucerys’s fault, you tell yourself. Don’t put the blame on him. Put on a smile and become your best even-tempered and kind self. But gods, the way you want to wring his neck for an event he seemingly had no control over.

“Why did he do it?” You ask. The tears from earlier start creating a pressure behind your eyes again.

“Because I took his eye.” Lucerys’s voice is weak, but it has the strum of nobility that you know like a well-oiled harp. “He wanted revenge, an eye for an eye. So I ran. He found me in the sky and bit my dragon in half. I never meant to kill anybody.” So they’re all the same, the princes. Hardened and cruel and psychopaths. “Did you save me?”

“I suppose I did.” You want so badly to say ‘but I shouldn’t have’, but you hold your tongue.

“That is a debt I can never repay. Thank you. I’m truly sorry.” You shake your head. It’s not his fault, you repeat. You still cannot find it in yourself to forgive him. “What’s your name?”

You think for a brief moment. It wouldn’t hurt, you think, to tell him your name. That way when you both die, at least the man you’re stuck with will know the name of the woman that hated his family the most out of anyone in the world.

You speak your name, including your Martell family name, and he looks at you, eyes widened so much you think they will pop out of his skull.

“Aemond’s betrothed?” You are marrying into the greens, and Lucerys feels as though he should hate you for it. Unluckily for his honor, he cannot despise the girl who pulled him from the sea.

“Yes, what sorry luck.” You spit. “I would rather drown than go through with it.” You think of the promise you made to Finhard. “No, I would put poison in his chalice and watch him drink it.”

He laughs a bit, his voice ringing out against the repetitive sound of waves. “And I will buy the poison.” You allow yourself to smile. You hate it, but you smile.

You’ve always been the weirder daughter, yet the one that tries to talk with the lords and ladies and puts on a shining performance. That’s where the smile comes from, from all the times you’ve had to put your pearly whites on display. The morals have gone to shit, but the reflex is still burned into your person.

“You needn’t call me ‘my lord’. We’re even here, out on the sea.” He says. You can feel that’s not the only reason. A spark of guilt shimmers in the corners of his eyes. “Just call me Luke.”

“And you may call me by my name, Luke.” He’s right. There are no titles, only salt water and spray.

You watch the moon in the sky as it shines its beams down on your face. It sees everything. Every deal in secret, every promise you’ve ever made. It’s a gentle reminder that every person sees the same thing every night. You and Luke sit in silence, staring up at it. You wonder if your mother sees it too, from her ship. Can Finhard and the other sailors see it, from their watery graves? Can they forgive you for not saving them? For saving the life of a boy, whose mass is just under the weight limit of the boat? You glance over at him.

He’s staring at you, at how the soft rays of the moon highlight the curves and edges of your face. He feels a pit in his stomach, one that is not from hunger. It’s a gnawing feeling, guilt. He hates that he had to trade his life for fifty sailors. He thinks he would rather be at the bottom of the sea than see more tear tracks on your face. Another feeling eats at him, though he’s not sure what it is. It makes his insides churn and scrambles his mind.

He averts his eyes and looks at the stars once more.

You spend another two days floating in the water. You’re both sunburned and salt dried, and his skin is red and peeling. The conversation between the both of you had been dry up until today.

“May I have the flask?” He asks. You hand it over. For two whole days, all you have had to eat and drink is two flasks of water, a packet of dried fish, and some bread that has gone mushy from the water slowly seeping into your boat. You have to bail it out every hour or so.

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” Luke questions, his voice rough. “Is anyone coming for us?”

You sigh. “I don’t know. I would like to think there are boats out searching, but truly, they must expect us to be dead. Besides that, we have drifted so far away from the shipwreck that we might not be found even if they were searching.” He shakes his head, hair stiff from the salty spray.

“I would like to keep hope alive.”

“You are the only one.” You hear a small laugh from next to you.

“You know, I could not ask for a better person to be stranded with.” He screws the cap back onto his flask carefully.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you certainly know how to ration supplies. And your optimism is inspiring.” A giggle bubbles up from beneath your buried feelings.

“Is that sarcasm, my dear lord?”

He smiles. You can’t help but notice that his smile is contagious, the kind that reaches his eyes. The kind you found yourself dreaming about, and the kind you are certain your betrothed never wears.

“Only if you make it out to be.” He pauses. “So, what was your life like in Dorne?”

Your eyes narrow. Small talk? It brings you back to your past. Talking to potential suitors and bearing their questions as they try to judge if you’re worth their money. It’s almost nice, the reminder. Before the wreck, you had been happy. Cheerful, even. You were nothing like you are now, hardened and weak and so close to putting sand in your pockets and drowning you can taste the seawater.

“Why do you ask?”

“I figured it would be nice to know you. To really know you.” His words bring an odd sense of comfort to you.

“It was much nicer than this. I had friends and family, that was the best part. I never wanted for much of anything. I suppose I felt out of place sometimes, and I felt lonely like nothing else, but it helped to know that I could always have a home with the people I loved.” He nods, and the waves push against the boat. The sun is setting, condemning you to another sleepless night. “What about you?”

“I love my home, my people, and my family. I never felt up to the task of being lord of Driftmark, though,” He confesses, “and sometimes I still feel like a fraud. Gods, I don’t know why I told you that.” He knows. There’s something about your eyes, something that makes him want to spill every secret he has ever had. He wants to tell you about the time he stole Aemond’s knife, causing Aemond to pick a fight with Aegon. Or when he heard an argument between his mother and stepfather, or when his older brother snuck a frog into the pocket of a handmaiden. Your eyes burn with stifled anger and buried hopes and love.

You look at him with an odd expression. “It’s alright. Might as well get everything out while you can.” You know the feeling of not being enough well. “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully when we get out of here.” You find yourself comforting him for god knows what reason. You should be angry, full of hatred and buzzing bees, but you can only feel sympathy for the boy across from you.

“When we get out of here? Where was that optimism earlier?” He teases, making you smile.

“It was killed and brought back to life. I have decided that I’m not going to die.” His laugh rings out, showering you in a feeling that makes you shiver.

“That’s a good thing to decide. I swear it too, we are not going to die. Aemond will never kill our spirit nor our bodies.” He takes your hands, palms rough and calloused. It makes your heart pound in a way you never expected. “We will be alright.”

You nod, hope blooming in your heart. Suddenly, the world seems just a little bit brighter. That’s when you see it; the seagull flying overhead.

You gasp, pointing up to the sky. It lets out a sharp cry as it circles around, and soon Luke is looking at it too. You’re so relieved that tears well up in your eyes.

Land must be near. It has to be.

“Praise the gods.” He grins, dropping your hands to shield his eyes from the sun. “We will surely reach the shores soon.”

“I can only hope.” You whisper.

You spend another day on the water, your hopeful eyes searching for mountains or fields. All you can see is blue water, blue skies, and Lucerys Velaryon. You found that you’ve grown to like him, as fucked as your past self might have considered it. He actually treats you like a person.

He squints into the distance. “I still don’t see anything. Maybe… maybe the bird was a fluke. A gull straying too far from the shore.”

You hit his shoulder lightly. “Don’t think like that.”

“It seems we’ve switched roles,” He smiles, “you’re the positive one now.”

“We certainly have rubbed off on each other.” The corners of your mouth lift into a little grin. Truth be told, your own hope is starting to fade, but you will never let him know.

You’ve begun to notice things about the sea that you have never seen before. Schools of small fish darting below the surface, the pattern of the waves, even how chilly the water is. As the sun shines down, the water is peaceful. Maybe it’s a side effect of the trauma, or maybe it’s just you growing more comfortable with the idea of salt water. In any case, you suppose you need to look at its beauty to fan the dying flame of light burning inside you. It’s far easier to love than to keep hating.

“The day is quite beautiful, isn’t it?” You whisper.

“I suppose it is.” He says, but he’s not looking at the sky.

You are infatuating. The way the sun glints off your eyes enraptures him and keeps him in a state of lovely drunkenness. “Do you wish to marry my uncle?” There’s a hint of something more behind his voice. It’s almost desperate, and the thought makes you shiver.

You hesitate. “Not particularly. It would bring honor to my family, that I am sure of. So I will do it, but I will likely not enjoy it.”

“I understand that. I myself am betrothed to someone I can’t see myself loving.”

“The lady Rhaena Targaryen?” You know of her. The idea of him marrying the girl painted by the gods twists your heart in a way you can’t even comprehend.

He sighs. “Yes. It is my duty, but I cannot see her as anything but a sister. That’s all she’s been to me my entire life.”

“Duty is a wicked thing,” You muse, “pulling us away from opportunities to enrich our own lives.”

He nods. “If you could choose, is there anyone you would want to be married to?”

You think for a bit but eventually shake your head. “Do you have a special someone?”

“I am beginning to discover one.” He says. What does he mean by that?

When you look at him, staring far into the distance, you start to realize.

When the days grow dim, you huddle into each other for warmth. That’s why you fall asleep tonight, softened by his touch. Finally, you sleep for more than half an hour at a time. Luke’s arms are wrapped around you, as the lifeboat leaves little room for comfort, and the rock of the ship lulls you into a dream.

You wake to a jolt. You have no idea how long you’ve been asleep, but the moon is out and there is sand underneath your hull. Sand. Ground. You scramble to sit up, pulling Luke along with you. “Sand! Luke, it’s sand. We’ve made it! Gods be good, we have made it to land.” You grab at the wet grains, letting them clump and filter through your fingers. He lets out a loud cheer and pulls you in.

Out of nowhere, as you still have earth in your hands, he kisses you. His lips are rough and dry, but so are yours. He tastes like salt water and love.

When he finally pulls away, he is grinning like a lunatic. “We’ve made it, my lady. We survived.”

“What happened to our no titles agreement?” You tease, still flustered. Your cheeks are as hot as the surface of the sun.

“We’re on land now. The rules of society apply again, I’m afraid.” His whisper ghosts against your ear like he’s almost afraid to lose the closeness he gathered over the course of the last few days.

“Of course,” You say, pressing your lips to his cheek, “I would expect nothing different from such a high-ranking and strong man such as yourself.”

He places a hand where you kissed him. Your skin may be chapped, but that damned kiss was sweeter and softer than spun sugar.

“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding, my lady.” A glint of humor dances in his eye.

He steps out of the boat and offers a hand to you. The ground wobbles under your feet and you almost fall, but he is there to steady you. “Wait, I know this beach!” He realizes as he gazes upon the scenery. “It’s the beach off Dragonstone. I’m… I’m home.”

“Really?” You feel hope bubbling through your body. “You know where we are?”

“I do. Dragonstone is there, above those cliffs. Come on, let’s go!” He tugs your arm just a bit too hard, sending you sprawling into the sand. You grab onto his sleeve and pull him down too, leaving you both in a fit of giggles.

You’re both weak and tired and sore, but your flames grow brighter every second you’re on solid land. “Race me!” He yells, taking off from the ground on shaky feet. You dart after him, all your earlier burdens seemingly gone.

You probably won’t catch him, but it’s okay. Right now, your future is ahead of you, your rage is behind, the land pounds beneath your feet, and the boy with brown hair is calling for you to join him.

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ahopefulbromantic · 3 months ago

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Hi there! I only just found your blog, but I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate it! I am aroace-spec and from a Christian church as well, and I have really struggled with reconciling my sexuality with my love of God and His gospel.

My church (and I say just mine cause I don't want to speak for any other Christian denominations because I don't know them that well) is very focused on marriage and getting married in our temples and raising a family and it has always hurt a little bit knowing that I am never going to have that same romantic relationship everyone expects from me in this life.

I appreciate your content because it reminds me that I can love God and love my church while still also loving and accepting myself! Thank you so much for what you do <333

Ohhhh man, tysm for your kind words, I'm blushing and giggling and kicking my feet!! 🥰🥰🥰 I'm so glad this blog brings you closer to God, glory to Him and bless your soul!

See that's the thing I really don't get when of all the people it's the ones from the Church that don't see other ways of life than married with children. Like, there are so so many celibate vocations (at least in my denomination)??? We have priests, monks, nuns, consecrated virgins, hermits just to name a few. And it's not only monastic life, eg. consecrated virgins are celibate laypeople who live in the world like anyone else.

And also, Jesus Himself was a celibate virgin! And He and His followers like Paul advocated for it in the Bible! Mother Mary was one, too! So how could following in Christ's footsteps not be a perfect way of life for some of His children???

You can absolutely love God and be aspec, what's more, I found that personally being aroace brings me closer to God because it helps me:

focus on finding Him exclusively instead of on finding romantic partners and make Him my only Bridegroom

focus on spreading other holy types of love like deep friendship and love for my family and agape and worship and seeing every fellow human being as my sibling in Christ

by God's grace avoid some of the sexual sins with ease: I'll never eg. take part in adultery or enjoy hardcore pornography because I'm simply repulsed by the concept

offer up this part of my life with its joys and hardships to Him and experience it with Him

grow closer to Mary and other virgin saints (idk if you have communion of saints in your church but even feeling seen in examples of holy people is very cool and makes you wanna be like them)

and more!

I believe everything, and I mean every single thing we're given by God, even the thing we have to struggle with and conquer, is there to help us love Him more and be the happiest in the long run. Because otherwise He wouldn't give it to us. And He doesn't care about what other people want from us, He has His own perfect plan.

#christianity #god #asexual #aromantic #aroace #celibate positivity #virginity positivity #vocations #growing closer to Jesus #my beloved #virgin mary #consecrated virginity

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fuckingsimpthatswho · 4 months ago

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Demon Slayer Incorrect Quotes

I love doing these and I want to know what you guys think. I'm more then willing to take suggestions on the next fandom I write these for!

The Squad is playing Minecraft together Tanjiro: Ooh, a village! You know what that means! Nezuko: Hostile takeover? Inosuke: Genocide? Muichrio: Steal everything! Tanjiro: No, I meant- Genya: I didn’t know we would fight the ender dragon this early! A village worth of beds isn’t enough! Aoi: WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING?!?! Tanjiro: …I was going to say move into the village and become the mayors… Genya: Ohhhh! That sounds like a better idea. Aoi: Agreed.

Genya: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous. Tanjiro: What if it bites me and it dies?! Genya: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Tanjiro, learn to listen. Muichrio: What if it bites itself and I die? Genya: That's voodoo. Nezuko: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Genya: That's correlation, not causation. Aoi: What if we bite each other and neither of us die? Genya: That's kinky. Kanao: Oh my god.

Aoi: How much you wanna bet Tanjiro got a Lap dance from Kanao? Zenitsu: If that happened, Muichrio can drink free tonight. Muichrio: As much as I love the thought of having free drinks I don't like the idea of Tanjiro receiving a Lap dance from someone other than me. Aoi: Hey Kanao, did you give Tanjiro a lap dance? Kanao: So what if I did? Aoi, to Zenitsu: I guess Muichrio is drinking free tonight. Kanao: Be right back, I'm gonna go cry- Tanjiro, entering the room: What the f-

Inosuke: What did you get Tanjiro for his birthday? Muichrio: I got him a kitten. Inosuke: Really? Me too! Genya: I also got him a cat. Zenitsu: Looks like we had the same idea. Muichrio: Nezuko, please tell me you didn't get Tanjiro a cat as well! Nezuko: …I got him a kitty. later Tanjiro, in his apartment surrounded by cats and kittens: This is the best birthday ever!

Genya: Bye Muichrio! Bye Zenitsu! Bye Tanjiro! Bye Nezuko! Bye Muichrio! Kanao: You said ‘bye Muichrio’ twice. Genya: I like Muichrio.

Genya: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints. Inosuke: What hints have you given them? Genya: Well, I think about them a lot. Genya: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

Muichrio: That's ridiculous, Genya doesn't have a crush on me. Aoi: Yes he does. Zenitsu: Yes he does. Genya: Yes I do.

Inosuke: Fight me! Aoi: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Aoi: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Zenitsu: Okay, two person huddle. Nezuko: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

#demon slayer #demon slayer incorrect quotes #demon slayer tanjiro #kimetsu no yaiba #genya shinazugawa #demon slayer inosuke #demon slayer zenitsu #demon slayer kanao #nezuko kamado

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chipthekeeper · 6 months ago

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Acolyte episode 3 commentary by me, a person with no filter:

- I'm extremely nervous about this one, I'm….not gonna lie. Like in a good way, I think I'm going to enjoy it a lot, but like, tomorrow, when the whole world has seen it, it's gonna be ugly……….Who cares though!

- Alright here we go oh my god, and Mother is the thumbnail so [giggles]

- [creaky old door groans].............I'm terrified, like—

- [weakly] I'm gonna have a heart attack…………Oh it looks like Aldhani [tears in eyes]

- oh pretty tree, pretty birds, oh, maybe not bird, maybe it's a bug. not important

- [pausing for yippy dog next door] Really gonna have a fucking dog, barking right now, what, god, shut the fuck up

- It's too much Aldhani I'm gonna cry

- (hooded figure appears behind the girls) who the fuck is that!?! Oh. Sol?! Oh nooooo…what is happeningggg [nervous chuckling] I have a bad feeling about this

- ooooh! Planets-wha-what [scoffs] I was starin’ at that

- (Aniseya arrives) [gasps] MOTHEEERRRRRRRRR

- “did anyone see them?” “I do not believe so” [snorts] innnnncorrect

- [gay gasping] THERE WE GOOOOOOO [deep sigh]

- hm. Fraught lesbianism, here we go. My favorite genre

- This is just gonna be me doing a lot of hmmmmm

- I definitely keep getting confused, which is which here…….which witch is which

- Man I'm gonna be really mad if she's actually dead. If they did pre-bury these gays…well, keep me from getting my hopes up I guess…

- “Tell her you love her” “i love you” [snorts] yeah, buying it

- “you think you want something different than life in this coven” Are they giving Wheel of Time vibes? Or only because I've watched that episode like..48 times…

- Ugh, the moons!!....Whaaaat?

- Well this answers the question of who's braiding their hair. That's really fun. That's a really cute detail, actually I like that

- Does this planet also have a ring? Wait, that would make sense. We see ssssomebody flying through a ring later? Ohhhh are we coming back??

- (ascension ceremony starting) This is hot, can I move here?

- Definitely bookmarking Brendok as a place to have characters…hang out

- Do they have to climb up the pit? Is that what the ascension means? [laughing at own joke]

- [ears perking up] Unnatural, huh?

- OH my god that’s….The moons are doing the eclipse thing like in the logo hh my god….The red one in front of the blue one….

- [delighted chuckling] ohohoho what is happening….

- Woah! Magic tattoo!!

- *kitten squeaks again* Biggs go lay down. It’s a very tense moment, go lay down

- [doubtful grunt at Indara] You're stationed on that and you think it's uninhabited? Why would you be there?

- Kelnacca, you narc

- Aww Sol. He has instant dad eyes

- Sol no! Put that away–oh. Just kidding

- We don't take children, we just…entice them with toys…..He's like luring her into the back of his van…….She is into it though, so [noncommittal mumbling]

- “There are only four Jedi. Who would miss them?” That's….not good math

- “and what happens when the jedi discover how you created them?” [idiotic 12 year old boy voice] By fucking…

- Yeah, fun little dysfunctional family. I love it

- Poor Oshie…..

- (Tommen/Torbin on screen) I have a…just desire to see Ser Pounce

- (he takes her blood) Testin’ those middies!!!

- (indara explaining the jedi test, “tell us what you see”) A cup! A speeder!

- “she promised she would fail and she broke her promise” She tried!!

- (telling Mae to go with Koril) That's a great idea…

- I was dead wrong about everything I thought about Aniseya but…I fucking...love her

- Oh don't make me cry. Don't make me cry

- No love for your hardass mama though, that’s fine

- Oh my god the stuffies! What are they….

- “i’ll kill you” uh jesus christ! That's going to help you get what you want…………you little psycho…

- Shiiiiiiiiiiit….

- What is this? A vault in their room…….ah. Laundry chute……Seriously, what is this?

- We're not done, clearly….’cause what happened with Torbin and...

- [sees mother lying “dead”(?), turns into sad simba] No, no, get up. We’ve gotta go home….

- What is…[whines] You cannot. That's…….they’re leaving shit out

- “Mae started the fire” How would you know?!

- “You’ll never feel like this again. I promise” Oh damn Sol. Don't do that

- Why was this not twice as long? How am I supposed to wait another week? God!

- [lots of deep sighing] That went by so fast and I'm…..not happy

I was happy actually but immediately desperate for more

#feel like i did an even poorer job this time of capturing my own strange sounds and reactions but #it is what it is #unless i get that patreon up and running #the acolyte #the acolyte spoilers #my posts

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serendertothesquad · 2 months ago

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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Planes, Trains, and Oddmobiles" Episode Followup, Part 1

Can you believe it took them 10 years to make this punny title? I can't either! But it's here now, and I'm all for it.

This time it's "Planes, Trains, and Oddmobiles", oh my! Let's send another prayer for a good episode below the break.

Now you know my mind is warped when I look at this and my first thought is "weird graveyard with three tombstones".

*low groan that ekes into a mournful glass-shattering scream*

I don't think I need to elaborate on how this episode will go.

O...kay. I don't think we've ever had any staff credit on the right of the episode before, and I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe it's because the beakers are in-frame on the left, but...they're not relevant, so...

these were abandoned eggs

mama wants them back

Either the Huggle Monster has some incredibly corrupted child-rearing habits, or this was purely accidental.

I know for a damn fact they will not elaborate, so theorize away, folks.

If I had a nickel for every Scientist who was proficient in sewing as a way to defy gender norms, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's fuck-all insane that it's happened twice now.

Guy's fittin' t' blow a lung if he keeps doin' that.

They tell him to hurry with the tone of "we're gonna get shat on" but without the urgency of "OH FUCK SHE'S GONNA EAT US".

See, but the funny thing is that they are in a desolate area with three rocks that look like tombstones and y'know if I try hard enough they might be symbo-

Remember when entering the tubes had simple rules? Like "don't eat while riding" and "turn off all your electronics"?

Yeah, Omar's giving a "fuck you and your grandma" to that shit and bringing up a manual that has never been mentioned before. (There was Tube Safety and You from "The O Games", but that was about positioning yourself on the ride through. This is not that book.)

And it's so unbelievably stupid because, even in spite of the episode's name, you're telling me we can't get an 11-minute episode where it's Onom in the tubes? We got an 11-minute episode about the tubes in Season 1, GTFOH!

"I'm sure the Odd Squad Airline would love to help!"

I was going to make a comment on how fucking gobsmacked I was and how silly this was, but then I realized that Odd Squad is a pseudo-government organization and so of course they would have their own goddamn airline with their own goddamn private planes.

...Huh. I wonder if that's why the Task Force Department had a plane in "Overdue"?

OH F-FYACK OH GOD IT'S A HUMANIZED AIRPLANE OFUCKGEE.

Thank God they fixed the audio mixing here because otherwise my level of "I'm disturbed" would be extremely high from the plehn zoom sound alone.

Ohhhh...so this is Agent Ockpit. Honestly, I had expected her to turn up in another episode. Not in...whatever this hot mess is becoming.

That aside, though...Odd Air? Spelled like that or OddAir? I mean even putting aside that there's a fucking Plane department (actual Flight department?)...I'm more keen on spelling it out fully.

"...and the suitcase is made from my special weightless material."

Can't be too weightless if it's still abiding by the laws of the planet's gravity, Onom. That's what we call a skill issue.

"I'm sorry, but each suitcase can't weigh more than 5 pounds."

Checking...weight limits are in double digits...so this is soME HORSESHIT-

Okay, this shit made me cackle just for how I wasn't expecting Ockpit to tell him his flight is leaving in one minute.

Plehn I have not been on at all, but you'd think she'd tell him when the flight is leaving when he tried to book it. Basic common sense.

Ohhhh, so this is from the POV of the Huggle Monster. Yeah, that- that makes sense. Mmm two pieces of candy and a weird box thing.

They have books for everything under the sun that Twilight Sparkle would be jealous of, Jesus Christ.

Oh God...either this could go like in "Trials and Tubulations" or this could go like in "When Seren Cringes So Hard Her Organs Fold Into Themselves".

Aaaaand it's a vote for the latter!

The catch, of course, is that Asha Soetan is actually a professional dancer outside of Odd Squad. Isaac Kragten and Glee Dango got to show off their chops, so what's the director's excuse for her?

"Here comes the robot dance."

Somewhere, Oswald is seething by way of "SHE'S DANCING NORMALLY!!"

"One day, my robot dance will save us. Just like in "Oswald in the Machine" where-"

"Is now really the time to be bringing up past episodes?!"

"Right, right. My bad."

I'll admit, this episode hasn't made me laugh much so far...but Orli's becoming a strong contender for the comedy award for this round.

Ahhh, there it is. The "we're gonna get eaten" bit. That's the bitch. That's what I was hopin' for!

Either OddAir has some hella good leg room in a way not seen since the late 20th century, or this plane is hella crowded because they don't put all the suitcases up above the seats and under the plane and all that.

Also, dude got a seat where the row looks to be entirely empty. And plehn I have not been on, but that just barely seems possible.

(I'm choosing to ignore that we're getting another sleeping agent because at this point Omar is a man who needs a doctor and the law a sleep study.)

Even he's quoting the contrived-ass manual? GTFOH.

Oh. Yes. What I most want in my kids franchise about children in suits fighting oddness.

A POSSIBILITY OF FUCKING PLANE CRASHES.

Y'know, at least when Oprah's office had oxygen masks to breathe in, it was funny. Whether there will be a crash or not, this just made that age like milk left in the heat for three hours.

"So I'm afraid we'll be landing early, and hiding under our beds."

Ohhhh pilot, sweet summer child, if only you knew.

America has screaming children, people asking others to give up their seats for their children, and the most PR statements to ever PR when something goes wrong with no reimbursements.

The UK gives you free rail tickets if something goes wrong with your flight.

God Save Good Flying.

All right, I'm starting to see why that girl in the back looks like Olive.

One can dream...but it's not Olive.

(On to Part 2!)

#seren's studies #odd squad #odd squad uk #odd squad pbs kids

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dashielldeveron · 2 months ago

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sleep over asks!1!!

kiss, marry, kill - soulmate troupe shinsou, aizawa or mystery last route guy

out of all the troupes you’ve written which of the soulmate signifiers would you most like to have in irl?

has there ever been a character that you’ve had an idea for a soulmate troupe but haven’t wanted to write for them?

if you end up doing little vignettes who’s route are you looking forward to updating/revisiting the most?

which chapter is most similar to upcoming mystery guys chapter?

AAAAAAAA I’m dying to know if my speculation is correct, ur killing me with anticipation!! Also I got stupid times wrong and I’ll literally be at stupid work when the chap is posted!!! IM DEAD 😭😭😭 but at least I’ll have a big 60k word fic to read when I come back. Girl I’m going to be soooooooooooooo annoying once I read it ur going to know all my thoughts on the masterpiece that it is. Maybe a can start reading at work if I rlly can’t wait . Boss makes dollar, i make dime, i read fanfic on company time

kiss, marry, kill: ohhhh, i hate this. i wish you had asked me after the canon versions of these characters; it'd be easier. oof oof oof okay. soulmate-trope!version of secret character is probably the best kisser...god i can't believe i'm saying this. i can't believe i'm saying this. but GOD i think i'd have to marry aizawa bc of how safe, extremely secure, and cared for we could feel with him, how it feels like he's got everything under control........and i can't believe this, but i'm saying i'd kill my current favourite character in the whole franchise. jesus. jesus christ. oh my god. shinsou i'm so sorry. do you still want me

which soulmate bond i'd want: not the bakugou-pain bond, bc i don't get into physical alterations with anyone. names or first words aren't too fun but are very safe. i have a lot of tummy issues, so i wouldn't want to share that pain with anyone. i really like the idea of aizawa's, esp. the pink marks, but shifting while driving could be deadly--same with dabi's bond. honestly lol i think i like thinking about aizawa's the most, but in reality i'd like the one with tomura, because then we'd always be able to find everything.

huh! i wouldn't say there are other characters i could see a route for and didn't want to write. heck, i was gonna stop the series with shinsou, and because i got ideas, we have three extra routes. there is a type of soulmate bond that i was entertaining the idea of but haven't utilised--i was considering making reader and love interest suddenly have ABO statuses. and like. they are the only people in the world with ABO statuses. i was thinking about the shame around being biologically fated to be extremely sexual--in a way that's perverse to the rest of the world--and have them have to sneak around and try to suppress their new urges, and stuff--because it would be a world where 1) they didn't grow up with ABO stuff, so it's like a horrible second puberty with no answers anywhere, and 2) it's worse bc no one but each other can relate to what they're going through. and then some sexy, sexy doubts about whether or not they actually are soulmates, because wouldn't they be acting this way around any other alpha/omega?? (no 💚) and i figured while i think that's a fun setup, i think it could still stand by itself in a separate fic, with, perhaps, a pair of late bloomers dealing with ABO stuff for the first time.

re: vignettes. i already have the ideas for touya's vignette; he's what inspired me to write little epilogues. i don't have ideas for shinsou/reader's vignette yet, but i think i like writing their dynamic the most, because they pay so much attention to each other and try to do the best they can to care for each other. and that's interesting to me, because they still manage to misunderstand each other.

oh dear GOD i don't think there's direct comparisons with this route and previous routes. it's meant to be very different from the others. uh. i think, maybe, the most callbacks are to tomura's route, mostly bc i want to Establish that He Is Doing Okay. and for nasty evil foreshadowing reasons in tomura's route 😈

at work??? you can totally sneak a peak 👀👀👀👀👀 lololol i'm VERY exxcited to be annoying about it with you :) i've been plagued with these ideas for months; i'd love to see if they Change people's perspectives on this character in the way i changed :)

aghhghgh thanks so much for your questions!!! wonderful things to think about; i'm still so horrified i'd kill shinsou in this situation

#dash it all

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eyesteeth · 10 months ago

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what’s the most impactful line from the silt verses to you? long ramble-y context, if there’s any. also need to know if there’s a separate answer for dialogue and narration

ohhhh gods n golly that's a doozy. i'm gonna say "this is how it begins" from s1e6, the silt sibs flashback episode. its use of repetition (and also lack thereof) is really good and it lives in my brain. like, you'd expect that it gets used for all three stories. mason uses it, carpenter uses it, faulkner uses it, done.

except carpenter doesn't start her dialogue with that phrase. she starts out with "i'm eighteen years old" and she leaves beginning out of it. it's almost implied, in a way ("this is how it begins - i'm eighteen years old") but she doesn't say it. this is not some theatrical story to her, it's real lived events.

faulkner, on the other hand, uses the phrase twice. this is a story to him, a story of how the great prophet went off on a pilgrimage and succeeded. he's abstracting himself from it all by doing this - him being so wracked with despair by being abandoned that he literally falls to the floor and stays there until he falls asleep is reconstructed as a drama.

this parallels really well with the maiden story i think. it is portrayed as a good thing (the husband was remade, the bride doesn't have to marry him) but it is not. it's horror reconstructed as love, comparable to how faulkner views the faith in a sense - he's overlooking all the violence because the church loves him until he realizes at the end of s1 that he can't get over the violence, and realizes at the end of s2 that the church doesn't love him. he's kind of like if the bride instantly regretted everything the second her feet hit the water. it's just up in the air whether or not he can get out of the water fast enough to not have his story end in tragedy too.

(jesus fucking christ do i have thoughts about the faulkner/bride parallels.)

so while faulkner's at a sort of risk of a "bad ending" because he's been in storymode from the start by virtue of declaring "this is how it begins" (and therefore requiring a "this is how it ends") carpenter has rejected the story notion and faces these crises with the understanding that this is just how the fucked up world works. she did not put herself in a story, and so any "ending" she has will just be the kind normal people do, unless her begging to die useful has put her in martyrmode in which case, sorry mallory, the life style determines the death style. hope your tree dream shakes out fine.

i hope this makes sense. is this metaphor cogent? i think this might just be soup.

but then again on the other hand like two weeks ago i remembered that carpenter specifically called faulkner "brother" when she realized he was about to pin two murders on her and i literally started crying on the spot so. could also be that one LOL

#as always... thank u for the ask anon...#anon ask #asks #tsv #carp n faulk #eyeteeth speaks

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iwonderwh0 · 10 months ago

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Watching saltburn because I hear too much about it

Spoilers ahead!!! If you haven’t seen it but planning on, scroll away, cuz there are some twists that are worth experiencing first-hand. The internet made it look like it’s gonna be some trash shock movie, but it’s a really false advertisement I’d say.

Ohh, I love the beginning, it promises theatrical, level of over the top drama, just how I like

Thank god there are subtitles I can barely understand their accent

Damn, I just thought about how what I know about this movie reminds me of “Bright Young Things” and now one of the characters straight-out mentions the novelist who wrote the “Vile Bodies” (screenplay the movie Bright Young Things is based on) was basically writing about his family. Okay, so that was really spot-on impression

What’s Felix’s deal? 🤔 it looks suspiciously like love-bombing from his side what he’s doing

Damn, Oliver might be as weird as that math nerd with anger issues if not weirder. Only 20 minutes in, and our protagonist is already a creepy stalker

Oliver what the fuck, what was this sudden condescending parent mode switch with cleaning up as if just to be arrogant about it 😂

I feel like Felix might be in danger, I don’t trust Oliver anymore

Honestly I’m not even sure if Oliver is telling the truth, he might be straight out lying to gain sympathy, kinda looks like it

I really don’t understand why Felix keeps Oliver around. I don’t think he likes him that much as he is trying to show at all, and he already showed his gratitude for that bike. It’s like he needs him for something maybe?

Oh so Oliver did tell the truth

What does Felix wanttttttt I’m so confused

The complete shift of the room to instantly shower Oliver with compliments what’s up with that? Is it some rich people thing??

And instantly back to talking shit about the person who just left! Damn that really is theatrical shit

“But he spoke Russian all the time and it just sounded so romantic” lmaoooo no it did not 😭

The way they talk!! Jesus Fucking Christ, what an impressive skill of bullshitting. Absolutely no one mean what they say, that’s even impressive

Oh, MGMT!

Oh, I’ve heard something about the bath scene

Belle Delphine bath water, is that it? Is that the level of gross that impressed people?

The fucking mind games everybody is playing oh boy

I don’t understand what’s going on anymore

Is Oliver just trying to prove he’s not gay?

Oh the fucking song pick oh my god this is painful to watch and I don’t even like Oliver

I’ll have to watch some explanation after this movie, it’s so confusing, what happened

Oh, will it turn out that he lied about everything?

SO I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SUSPECTING IT

Oh my god

Fuckkkking Oliver the migraines he just keeps going Jesus Christ

Is he gonna kill Felix? I feel like someone will get killed, maybe even on accident

Wait but HOW

Was it the wine?

Is he stabbed to the ground, why can’t they move him?

The lunch scene, red curtains, wine that overflows the glass ohhh boy I love that

Oh here goes the gravefucking

Wait, I thought the movie is about to end, but there’s still quite some time on the timeline

Oh for FUCK’S SAKE this was so sudden

“Is everything alright?” God are you stupid? What kind if question is that 😭😭😭

Ohhhhhh the reveal

Ohhhh so it was the wine

Damn

I actually liked it a lot

As a movie I mean

And Oliver is such a realistic psychopath in a way he pretends to be harmless pathetic loser, oh my god, Good job

#watching movies

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the-multiverse-theory · 1 year ago

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holy shit i just saw a post telling people to get their news from TIKTOK because it’s more reliable than news outlets and like oh my god. ohhhh my fucking god. do NOT get your information from social media PLEASE every news outlet and journalist is biased but they are held to real legal standards that Some Guy With An IPhone Camera just isn’t. take everything on social media with a mountain of salt and /especially/ do not rely on an algorithm designed to feed you reactionary lies for your information about the world. jesus christ.

#cat’s thoughts

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sassmar · 2 years ago

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ten books to know me

ohhhh tysm for the tag molly @mblematic my beloved !! <3<3 this looks so fun except that now. you will all know what created my twisted brain ah well. alas!

the outsiders by s.e. hinton haha had to start with this one! read the outsiders for the first time at like 11/12 yrs old and it was truly truly formative! PONYBOY! SODAPOP! johnny and dally!! also it's quite gay.

a separate peace by john knowles continuing with the themes of male friendship, homoerotic subtext, and books i read in middle school that fundamentally altered my brain chemistry and turned me into the freak i am today or whatever.

lord of the flies by william golding look i know the ~*~mOrAL*~*`! is arguably misanthropic/malthusian/whatever but also. forget about that. it is very gay thats all that matters. and it is ANOTHER book that i first read in middle school and then immediately reread like at least three more times bc it made me absolutely feral. also . . . . . . sucks to your assmar!!

stoner by john williams :) this one has nothing to do with weed (it is about sad academics) and also i did not read it until my twenties but. i did write like forty-five pages about why it is secretly gay! (also it is starkly beautiful and very heart-rending, i do love a book that digs around in my organs and squeezes mercilessly like a toddler playing with slime.)

the waves by virginia woolf finally a book that isnt gay JUST KIDDING it is in fact also a lil gay but mostly it's just fucking beautiful. possibly the most beautiful novel i've ever read idk, hard to say and its not a quick read but like. read it for the first time in high school and have returned to it a number of times since then and. her prose my GOD. its a novel but also a poem, just a very long love poem to .... everything ....

fun home by alison bechdel technically it's a gRapHiC nOvEL and i only read it for the first time about a year ago but. have reread it since and it continues to haunt me istg this memoir is STUNNING the most gorgeous graphic novel & most gorgeous memoir i have ever ever encountered. an actually brilliant piece of literature in every right. makes me sob. (also, yes, it is very gay.)

the heart is a lonely hunter by carson mccullers well i HAD to include carson mccullers on the list dear god!! also so formative...read this book for the first time in high school, have returned to it a number of times since. it is. truly beautiful !!!!!! what else can i say <3.

who's afraid of virginia woolf by edward albee this is in fact a PLAY (!!) also an amazing movie but. i have read the play many many times it is SO funny, SO smart, SO painful. who needs whips when you and yr partner are. mentally torturing each other for sport. another one i read for the first time as a teen so again.... rather formative.

lolita by vladimir nabokov all right well honestly i read this for the first time in high school and enjoyed it, especially part one, thought it was smart n funny n that part two was kinda all over the place but still yknow overall felt positively about it. BUT. gave it a reread last year and jesus CHRIST i was just like !! i missed SO much !! it is not only so goddamn beautiful but SO much more complex and brilliant than i ever picked up on as a teenager my god. the prose is like the most intricate beautiful renaissance painting and the plot is like the most infuriatingly complicated game of CHESS but. it's ?? the product of a genuinely brilliant mind ?? idek but i will probably read this book at least five more times before i die its just. wow.

the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater HAHA copied you molly !!!!!! :) :) devil emoji etc. thought about choosing a book of poetry or just something else Literary but like, i recognize this list is already pretty full of Boring Classic Literature and such so i guess i can loosen my corset or whatever and say. these goddamn ya books. SPECIFICALLY the dream thieves (you are so right!) but also just the series generally jfc. i thought i hated ya but these books have changed me and everything i thought i knew about myself ....... maggie writes such poetic sentences...... "his exposed shoulder was raw and beautiful as a corpse" JESUS FUCKING !! only just read these like six months ago or something but they have utterly rewired my brain chemistry and maybe shifted the entire trajectory of my life so. i cannot. i cannot even. <3

oh shit i forgot to tag ppl um @billsfangearring @forlorngarden @shipsnsails @everythingbutcoldfire @colgatebluemintygel @perverse-idyll no pressure whatsoever xx

#tag game #books!!

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bloody-arrows · 7 months ago

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Greenland fucked me up bro

Movie: Greenland [2020]

Spoilers under the cut plus swearing cw

OHHHH MY FUCKING GOD

Character notes: "tell Santa I'm still upset at him for the coal." whoever wrote Ali's father in this movie deserves a raise Jesus Christ. I love the way how everyone is generally characterized and how You can tell everyone's morals/true colors show during a life ending/world ending event. And even just before The asteroid is going to hit, you can still see John trying to save the pilot

Movie notes: holy shit they did not hold back. They truly showed us every guy wrenching detail and didn't spare us the experience of society before the world ends. There is some *very* distressing scenes though.

Other: I like the whole "Life flashes before your eyes." Thing the movie has going on. First with showing us the family photos before John and Ali's marriage got rough, then as the movie goes on, actually flashing back to earlier times when Nathan was a kid, They especially do this in the plane when they're arriving to Greenland, and at the end of the movie.

Another thing is when they're actually on the plane and are arriving to Greenland. Compared to the state that everything else is in with everything on fire and chaos, Greenland looks relatively untouched. Cloudy skies, but they don't have a reddish hue to them from fires or smoke, and everything generally looks peaceful. Yada yada yada, insert something about Greenland being untouched representing the sanctuary they've been searching for the entire movie, yada yada. (Well at least until the plane crashes.)

okay cool if your reading this your at the end, congrats. If your a die-hard fan of apocalypse movies I think you would like this, Even though it's more focused on the emotional family aspect. So maybe if you like dramas, I would maybe recommend this?? But it has some very distressing scenes.

I have one general problem with this movie though. In the end, we find out that it's been 9 months since The asteroid impacted. And it stated earlier in the movie that Nathan is diabetic, and the nurse at the Fema camp only gave them a weeks worth of insulin and stuff. That means one of two things: 1. The bunkers do have insulin, and in a perfect scenario they could've just boarded the planes and went to the shelter. Or two, Nathan with somehow magically cured and let's be honest that's probably not the case.

I know there's some probably logical reason that Nathan got flagged even though they had The insulin at the shelters, like "oh we need health people to rebuild the world." Or "we need to save on supplies because we don't know anything about the situation" But it's not explained in the movie. It's just like "oh it's nine months later."

#sherrys' nest #sherrys ramblings #movie review #????#man idk i just like talking about apocalypse movies #10/10 would recommend #not for the faint of heart tho #movie yapping #greenland 2020

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clarajohnson · 1 year ago

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the magicians s1e13

yes i put this one off i wasn't ready yet

i love when the recaps just give everything away it's so cute of them ohhhh the watcherwoman you say? god i wonder who that is. oh jane chatwin is important you say? that's interesting.

i love that q gets into fillory and within days is like alright guess i should write an unauthorized sequel to fillory and further

"no, i just stabbed my own hand" YOU wanted the fantasy protagonist lifestyle YOU have to deal with the common risk of blood sacrifice

BOOOOO FUCK YOU EMBER EVERYBODY HATES EMBER

loveeeee the .02% opium also love "a pretty unfair way to get you to love a place" i love the way he thinks of things you neurotic little freak

NOTHING better than the way q says "nnnnbitches" in i am in that scene, bitches

(speaking to the magicians showrunners) by all means, hinge your entire quest on a traumatized boy

every knife scene is a tease until my beloved wife fen appears

you are from a place that likes murder!

it is so obvious as to almost be lazy that the watcherwoman would be q's favorite fillory villain

jesus christ i love that q is the volunteer tomato. he would be. he really would be, he cannot resist jumping into danger if the purpose is to save the things he loves.

the memory patch :-((((((

"margo being such a bitch." oh eliot waugh you are so dear to me

q's narration is pretty fun for this episode i like it quite a bit

this is a funny stage of the team assembly, the way they resist julia's inclusion when actually julia is going to be very important to everyone (i am making this up just because i like julia)

the leo blade is pretty sexy i appreciate it

TIME FOR FEN

oh wait i forgot it's a different fen :-( see you soon my beloved

"i admit i was 100% sure that i was definitely the high king. i know! shocking, right?" fucking crazy that we have to watch him experience total ego death while eliot is making stoner jokes

season one eliot still agreeing to marry fen despite all the fine print is so shocking when you think about it, like, i forget the kind of guy he starts out as, and the "my life, it doesn't work" speech is like a total shove into character development that moves so quickly and immediately blooms and is so instantly rewarding. man when this show is good it's good.

"i think you're the only person that i can stand"

these chapter titles make me believe that q is not a good writer. i imagine his fillory fics were not highly rated.

"father-in-law, why is this blade a thousand degrees?"

mrs. me !!!!!

i will say this. and this is a kind of spoilsport opinion i know this. i do not like the whole ember's jizz plot and i find it very gross and demeaning and unnecessary, not that any of this is necessary, just that this specific element feels chosen to be a gross-out.

"can you be the champion we've been waiting for? "i want to be." whew there it is!

ONCE AGAIN FUCK EMBER FUCK EMBER FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me when i hate the character the show wants me to hate :-o >:-(

i completely forgot plover was in the dungeon lmao you know what let martin be a little bit more of the beast !!!!!! yeah poor you !!!!

most pathetic boy in the world voice: i know you don't want to hear it right now but i love you

quentin coldwater has the craziest fucking self-esteem anyone has ever had it goes in all directions and fluctuates hourly

you're not as good as i hoped, quentin coldwater.

please not the glowing eyes jesus christ

whewwwwwwwwww the reynard scene is always going to get to me sooooo fucking bad jesus jesus jesus

"trickster of the faithful and the pure of heart" i gotta be honest i don't know what mythology reynard is part of but i don't know what the purpose of a god like that would be. this guy seems like a burnt pancake to me.

horrible. horrible!

it's so wild that she called marina. i like that she did that i just think it's crazy. and it's a really interesting aspect of marina's character too! "jesus, julia, i wanna help." the girl is not an asshole we just hate women with boundaries JOKING she IS an asshole but i do think sometimes women are allowed to be.

love that penny expands his powers with stick-and-pokes

i believe, because i want to, that there is some significance to julia going into the wellspring last.

i forgot martin is UGGOOOOO

you know i think the way this show frames the forty timelines, for q at least, is as a kind of suicide mission, which i really feel like pushing against. i don't see q as a character outlined by despair or futility i think he's all about hope and perseverance and i think that's beautiful and it's what i want for him!

shit i completely forgot about jules teaming up with the beast for a minute oh julia you're a crazy lady

shows don't have the kind of security to end a season with five out of six main characters bleeding out and absolutely no resolution anymore

#god i love this show so much #unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

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