#RATTLES YOU BOTH

[naffeclipse]

Bean told me to send it to you

@just-a-drawing-bean You're forcing Choco to carry out your dirty work huh

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[tiabwwtws-art]

cant get this post out of my head

[exercise-of-trust]

more areas of overlap that i don't have room to edit in: unfashionably religious, significant scars, terrifying grandfather, hates killing people, fractious barons, etc etc etc

[ohhamlet-art]

One last black bird without a place to be turns around, in hopes to find the place it last knew rest.

[beholdingslut]

need them to fuck so nasty it's unreal

[sforzesco]

And the experience of each man was peculiar. For Pompey's name and power were greater in the city when he was away from it, owing to his campaigns; but when he was at home, he was often less power­ful than Crassus, because the pomp and circumstance of his life led him to shun crowds, retire from the forum, and render aid to a few only of those who asked it of him, and then with no great zest, that he might keep his influence the more unimpaired for use in his own behalf. But Crassus was continually ready with his services, was ever at hand and easy of access, and always took an active part in the enterprises of the hour.

Plutarch, Crassus

from the vault of half finished one shots and rejected scenes! what a pair of guys! some real complementary personality stuff going on with these two!

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! I just learned (or possibly re-learned?) that bone conduction headphones are a thing that exists, and I am super curious. Do they work well? What would you consider a reasonable price point for a decent quality pair (a quick search was turning up two wildly different price points and I am confused)? Is there anything else you'd suggest people know about them if they are considering possibly getting a pair? I really hate having headphones blocking my ability to hear things around me, especially if I am outside (I grew up in a place where there were sometimes bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions, and once a bobcat in the yard, so it's a safety thing for me) and I think having an option where I could listen to music but still hear things around me would be great

[humanmorph]

(transcript by @violentandmagnificent)

It’s quiet here, living in your head. It’s quiet here, and when I talk, you listen, at least when you can hear me, which isn’t always. It isn’t always, but it’s better than never. It’s quiet here, living on this ship. It’s quiet here, and I remember when it was loud, I remember different voices bouncing in these halls, I remember old arguments, I remember myself. I wonder how much I can tell you; because  I can tell you; I have much to say. But you never saw me astride the Prophet’s Path, beside the Resin Heart, imparting wrath and play. So who am I? You only know what they’ve told you. So who am I? You only know what’s written down. So who am I? You only know what’s on recordings, and according to the world, I’m a hypocrite, or drowned. I doubt you can hear me, but I know that she can. So pardon my frustration, I’m just tired of her plan. I lost my life long before I understood, before metaphor became real, before I felt the wheel’s wood. I wonder what she’ll tell you. I wonder what she’ll share.  I wonder what she’ll ask of you, what task of sweat and prayer.  I long to sweat and pray, a body in the day. The color of the sun. The touch, the ocean's spray.  The last thing that I felt in life. (The first thing that I felt in life.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I hope she tells the truth to you. (I hope she tells the worst to you.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I loved her like she told me to. (I left her like she told me to.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  We’re running out of time, you know? (She’s running out of time, you know?) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I fear we might be mirrored, two echoes of a call shouted between two queens, two queens who want it all. I fear we might be symmetry, I fear we might be one. Make her tell the truth to you before we come undone.

PALISADE 37: Reach In / Reach Out Pt. 1

[naffeclipse]

I gotta know about Gorgon!Eclipse: do the snakes have independent thought or do they just react to Eclipse’s thoughts/feelings? Does it count for the stone curse to just meet the eyes of one of the snakes? Does Eclipse need to feed his hair noodles?

The snakes are an extension of Eclipse's physical body (i.e. his hair) and his subconscious. He can't control them directly, but they operate on his same wavelength to a degree. They will never directly act on their own but they won't obey him either, much to Eclipse's chagrin.

The stone curse will not trigger when a person meets the eyes of one of his snakes! As displayed here in Chapter 2:

Eclipse can only turn a person to stone with his gaze.

Thankfully, Eclipse does not need to feed his hair noodles. They do not function with needs and are more so just wiggling, hissing, and lively adornments to his person.

As for his snakes being affectionate with briar, I'll save that for later so as to not spoil anything <3

[planetaryaether]

[insufferablemod]

top 10 worst celebrities ever

[manglam-marfach]

dyke!Chilaios has me understanding breeding kink all of a sudden

[jupiterjunebug]

Many posts on the importance of comments for authors as a means of esteem reinforcement and community building. For me the reason i would Like Them Actually isnt quite that, but more that 99.9% of my fanfiction stems from someone discussing things with me and my brain latches on 1 single aspect of it like an animal attempting to figure out a treat filled puzzle toy. Which means that if i am presented with ppl giving me their detailed thoughts on what i have written the chance of me getting a new peanut butter kong to try to work with goes up significantly, as does the chance that the person who commented will get fanfiction that hinges on the things they enjoy as the primary conceit.

[serenit-teas]

Me, riddled with delusion <- (is a 6'3 P enjoyer and believer)

I just!!! I know everyone has commented on it in some way shape or form and I guess it's my turn to throw my two cents in😔 god I should not have the freedom to ramble on this app

Like!! This guy, this one man battalion is terrifying in concept. A puppet with an incredibly rare (and deadly) ability to lie, with advanced combat skills and power that only seems to enhance thanks to the Ergo that can be encountered in his ventures, and an imposing figure to round it all out. In theory it screams threat, danger.

But then you meet him, see how meek and gentle he is with everyone in Hotel Krat. Once, witnessing Spring recoil at his advance, hissing and all but swatting at him. Though being able to emote was one of the few things he could not yet do, you swear he seemed to wilt after the encounter with the feline. During the rockier moments of becoming acquainted with the cat, he would never grow frustrated after the failed attempts, understanding and respecting that she's not comfortable around him. He would simply leave her be, and try again later.

He rarely speaks, and if he does it's one word or a clipped phrase, not out of rudeness or anything of the sort, it's new and quite frankly, there's a high chance that he simply wouldn't know what to say.

There's something of a quite excitement and giddiness in P when he brings a new record back to the Hotel, not only does it mean that he gets to experience what this recent find has to offer, but also that any of the other residents of the Hotel can enjoy the spoils of his journey.

He listens and takes heed in what people say, no matter if it's critical information in regards to his outings, passing comments of bygone days, or just ramblings in any variety, he listens, makes the people around him feel heard and understood. (Even if some things go over his head)

He'll realise some time or later that he LIKES making the people he's met happy*, seeing their faces light up in glee or relief.

It's a small victory in the hell they're all surviving.

Every time I think of P I imagine this gentle giant who is so achingly soft spoken and sweet, who is aware of his immense strength and takes care to never harm those he treasures. And in turn that leads to the BEST juxtaposition of the raw carnage he's capable of! This guy can rip through sturdy puppets and manmade horrors like they're wet tissue paper, has stared down monstrosities and come out on top, can bounce back from injuries that would leave others utterly mangled at best.

He is a terrifying concept and there's no denying what he can easily do if he so chose, but his conscious effort to exhibit the utmost care when surrounded by fragility makes my heart MELT. Soft boy P will forever have me hooked no matter what, but there's something about a tall boy with a heart of gold (literally) who, despite still learning how to live and experience, understands his presence around others.🥺

*(Not that he would want to see them upset, I think at first there would be a nuetral understanding of "What happens here affects me and my progress." Just a thought though!)

[merriclo]

linked universe modern au where Wild is an aspiring wildlife biologists/taxonomist and he and Flora go out in the woods and look at little creatures on the daily. they have a little youtube channel where they post their adventures in the wild, which is mostly just them climbing stuff and rattling off facts about plants and animals. the rest of the chain is a bit concerned about how often they get close to dangerous wildlife or fall on their asses but there really isn’t any stopping them so whatever