#THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA CLUE

[w0w0zella]

im only a little sorry

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[kingofanemptyworld]

Dear King,

I write to you to request an audience on a very important query I would like to bring to your attention. It is whom who you have deigned to use as a profile on your esteemed tumblr account. To clarify, I talk about the character in the baseball uniform.

Please grant me the pleasure of a quick reply from your highness,

Yours forever faithfully,

Lomei

Loyal subject—

The baseball uniform-clad individual you speak of is called by the name of Sanada Shunpei, a most comely and entertaining minor character in the oft-overlooked series Ace of the Diamond (or Daiya no Ace, for those more inclined towards the traditional title).

[thechaotichorselord]

Thank you for 100 followers!

I honestly have been getting like— a lot of followers in the last few days.

WHICH I WAS NOT EXPECTING- I was actually planning on saying “if i get 100 followers by the end of may I’ll post an animation to myself singing” because I didn’t think it was possible-

Very glad I didn’t now-

But I’d like to do something special, so I will.

[problemcore]

[dreamsy990]

theyre just doing this post-kh3

[jtl07]

You’re such a hero👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Thank you! Lilith being so annoyed is so accurate! Not a fic prompt or anything, but what is your headcanon for season 3? Does Ava come back? How? When? And Bea? What does she do when she leaves cat’s cradle?

ooh well for s3 i've had various ideas - many i've written (see these fics) - and the longer piece i'm working on now is technically a take on s3 as well.

i'll share this idea though - it's a recent one i kept banging my head against the wall over but eventually let go. i'mma write it out here but anyone who comes across this, feel free to take this idea and write it out more fully if you want!

(note: the plan was to have this be from Camila's pov and essentially wanted it to be a similar vibe to leave it all behind)

anyway, so we open with: Ava’s back and nothing is wrong. the reunion had been everything Camila had dreamed of - for Bea, for Ava, for everyone - and it's been a few days and nothing's wrong per se, but something is odd. Beatrice still looks at Ava like she's hung the stars in the sky, like a mystery - glorious, wondrous, and Ava still hangs on to Beatrice's every word, hangs on to her. and Camila gets it, not wanting to let go, not now when Ava's back and here and everything is blessedly calm.

in the world at large, that is. there is much to do in the OCS, rebuilding and healing, as much as they can in the time they have. Camila gives them as much space and support as she can between all of her responsibilities, dealing with the here and now and preparing for the future.

a future that is still as uncertain as it is worrisome. Ava doesn't remember much from her time on the other side but she can confirm that there is a war coming, and she and Beatrice have taken up a near permanent residence in the archives. Camila has found them many a late night, looking up stories of all sorts: of sacrifice, of mythical items, of gold and halos and light.

and here is where things fall apart for me - jt, the author - because this was meant to be a mystery but i couldn't for the life of me figure out the clues and shit so: fast forward to Camila getting weirder and weirder vibes - not from Ava - maybe a little bit but she's just come from who knows how long from another realm - but from Bea. until it culminates a week or so later to Camila arriving at their shared quarters to find it in complete disarray. as if ransacked; as if kidnapped.

Camila stills. belatedly thinks of running down the hall to sound an alarm; then remembers her training. questions herself first: why haven't you run yet? answers her own self: because something's off. and then a voice that reminds Cam of Beatrice: wait. be patient; let your mind catch up to what you're seeing.

she lets her eyes roam first, sees now the premeditation in the supposed mess - patterns in the chaos. it points her towards a notebook, extensive notes written in Beatrice's careful hand but Camila knows she doesn't have time to go through everything. finds a clue - finds the page - finds the truth.

she leaves immediately with a delayed message queued up to send to Mother Superion well after she's left - hopes that when Mother arrives on scene, it won't be a repeat of the ark (that she won't have to bury or worry about yet another child).

the location isn't that far and Cam sets herself up as Beatrice had instructed, in an alcove with a clear shot of a raised dias. there's an energy in the air that makes her wary, that edges her towards scared. she tamps down the anxiety, hopes she got the message right; calms her impatience and breathes. listens. waits.

it's not long before Ava and Beatrice come into view. Camila's somewhat hidden and she notices how Beatrice subtly keeps Ava's attention occupied away from Camila's location. Camila wills her hands to steady.

they've not come empty-handed. Ava and Beatrice set up an array of items, beginning a ritual that Camila faintly remembers flipping through in Beatrice's notebook. a sacrificial ritual, she realizes horrifyingly as Ava unsheathes a sword - the Cruciform sword, though it's not glowing - and Beatrice kneels down in front of her.

Beatrice's back is to Camila and over her bowed shoulders, Camila can see an unfamiliar intensity in Ava's gaze. Camila's watched them watch each other for a while now, but has never seen this look on Ava's face. a look that means harm, a look that spells out the end.

then Camila sees it: behind Beatrice's back, her hand has eased a knife out of its hiding place. Camila has her orders, feels her fingers ready to pull the trigger. waits. waits.

but Beatrice's hand falters - she makes the mistake of looking up at Ava and Camila can see her grip already slackening around the knife.

she's waited long enough.

the shot is true. Ava jerks back, blood between her eyes and Camila shoots again, straight through the heart. Ava staggers once; falls.

Beatrice doesn't catch her. she's still kneeling when Camila reaches her side, blood spattered and wide-eyed, murmuring softly in a monotone: "it's not her. it's not her."

it breaks Camila's heart all over again, wishes almost for the silence of the first time over this. "Bea," she tries, again, her hands shaking instead of Beatrice's because this time, even though Beatrice had technically let her go with the order, it had been Camila's finger on the trigger. but they could deal with blame and loss and penance later. first things first: get back to safety.

she manages to tug Beatrice up off her knees and onto unsteady feet, tries to hush the repeated round of murmuring. gets her off the dias.

hears a laugh from behind them.

before Camila can turn around, they're both blasted off their feet, sent tumbling, skidding over each other and over stone. Camila coughs wetly, raises her head in time to see their weapons thrown against a far wall.

she crawls over to an unmoving Beatrice and shields her as best she can. the being with Ava's face laughs again, the sword's glow sharpening the lines around Ava's eyes and mouth in a way that would never be true if it were really her. 'it's not her,' Camila wills herself to believe as the being steps closer, as warmth seeps through the hand she's pressed into her side.

it's taking all of Camila's energy to stay upright, barely able to make out what the being is saying - something about sacrifice, something about a new order and being chosen. she feels Beatrice stir behind her, feels more than hears the shared gasp of fear as she tracks the sword as it's raised above Ava's - not Ava - head. distantly understands that its target is her own. feels Beatrice trying to move her but Camila wills herself to be as still as stone.

she closes her eyes -

- for a blow that never comes.

something fast and strong and enraged crashes into the being they thought was Ava. something in Camila inexplicably relaxes and she falls back into Beatrice. even as Beatrice dresses her wound, they both watch the battle - or at least try to through the blinding light and explosions. then, there's a yell - singular, triumphant; one they both know - and in the dust of one last explosion, one of the two shadows fall.

Beatrice immediately starts forward but Camila holds fast, somehow finding strength, for both of them. "wait," Camila rasps, "Bea, we have to wait."

both of them keep their eyes trained on the slowly dissipating cloud of dust and energy - waiting, for who will arise. for who’s left alive. 

the shadows shift and settle atop the shoulders of a single form. Beatrice lets out a whimper and drags Camila forward but Camila keeps them from getting any closer, locks her arms, her legs, her heart. 'please,' she prays, pleads with Beatrice thrashing in her hold. 'Ava, please.' 

as if listening, the figure turns. eyes bright with simmering gold find them, settles on Beatrice.

softens. "hey, Bea."

and Camila knows: it's her. 

she lets Beatrice go and before Camila can even blink it seems Beatrice is in front of Ava, their arms wrapped around each other. the scene in front of her blurs with tears, relief and joy overflowing as the space is bathed in reunion gold.

Ava's back and everything is fine.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

costume design, set mockup, and rehearsal photos from this guide to the show that's like really thorough in providing Context like, mini articles about the creators of the original movie, musical, and movie musical, about other versions of productions, the history, quotes of other commentary, interview quotes, context of other / preexisting genres like b movies, faustian stories, "what if a plant was weird" stories, glossary of terms (such as references that may generally be less obscure if you were in the '60s, e.g.), suggested further reading....haven't read it top to bottom but i think it's fantastic, link to the pdf as post source

[synthshenanigans]

Jashtober Day 19 - Devil

Redraw of the thumbnail from Chonny's Inferno & Shutup You're Stupid technically

[Alt versions below of course] v

- TW for bright colors!-

Og image I mostly used:

[thislittlekumquat]

I mean, you can scientifically prove live exists because it’s a chemical reaction that happens in the brain

Now I agree things don’t need to happen in physical reality to have canine, all of morality is something humans made up

But the problem is basing that morality on patently untrue things like a god, or claiming morality is in some way unchanging because it comes from a Devine source is, at best, unproductive

As for the “you can’t disprove his” claim? Tgat kinda depends which god

Can I prove absolutely no god of any kind can possibly exist? No, because the definition of “god” can be so vague as to be as you said unprovable

But a specific god if interpretation of god? I can disprove that

Let’s say as an example a Norse pagan believes thunder is caused by Thor’s mighty hammer smashing against his enemies, I can very easily prove the scientific processes that cause thunder and lightning do not involve a magic hammer and exist entirely without Thor

One could still argue a version of Thor exists, one that has no control over lightning whatsoever. Or that Thor is actually just a metaphor if some kind. But at that point it’s basically a completely different god then the one stated to exist at the start of thus hypothetical

Same goes for the Christian god, sure, I can’t prove “a” god doesn’t exist, but I can prove Noah’s arc didn’t happen, I can point out Adam and Eve weren’t real and that humans evolved via natural processes, etc, and that like 99% of what the supposed god is said to have done in his book didn’t fucking happen. And if you believe that’s all just a metaphor why are people worshipping and preying to a metaphor? I find moral value and guidance in the works of Terry pratchet but I don’t fucking prey to granny weatherwax or claim she’s real

Just like I can prove the earth isn’t flat.

And the more we learn about the universe, the more useless and irrelevant even a theoretical god becomes. Even if one DOES exist he doesn’t do shit, even the “feelings in our heart” are just chemical reactions in the brain.

Was the OP you mentioned being far too mean and purposefully edgy? Absolutely, and ableist to boot, doesn’t mean anyone should have to pretend untrue things are true.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I think that we need to limit how old a person can be and be the president of the United States 🇺🇸 Joe Biden was too old, and we saw what happened to him during his term. I'm old so I can say this without feeling badly for doing so. I know from whence I speak. We make people retire at 65, but we allow people in their late 70s to be president. If they are too old to be a worker or run a company, how can we expect them to give an optimal performance as the President? It's the most stressful job in the world and it ages people faster because of the enormous pressure on them. We need younger people with new ideas and approaches to domestic and world problems. The old way of thinking isn't working very well. Have you noticed? Let's get some new perspectives and people who are young enough to employ those new ideas and who have the energy to do the job of president correctly. I really don't want another president to fall asleep in meetings or have no idea what's going on, do you?

[rosehippiefield]

Okay so. Rosehips are the fruit of various rose plants, which you would think means your name is because of logic route, however, you said it's not the reason you would think. So what else is there to rosehips.

1) they symbolize waiting for true love

2) they're edible and have medicinal properties as well

3) the seeds are itchy as fuck but can be used to make an oil that is hydrating and soothing for the skin

So in conclusion I'm baffled tbh I'm assuming it's an association that I'm simply not grasping rn. Have a nice day!

Hehe I like your thoughts but no (you're right that it's not about logic route though, that was simply an ironic coincidence). And don't worry, the association is not obvious unless you possess a certain knowledge

So I've thought about how little information I gave initially and how there's a pitfall that if you figure out the main "twist" you may still be unable to figure out what I've hid in this url or how. It's kinda unfair of me. Bear in mind that it's probably too bothersome and boring and not particularly engaging to look for an answer if you set out to find this connection between yttd and rosehips (and there's nothing special anyway, it's not deep at all, you'll probably think "and that's it?"). Well, I can give you some hints:

If I were a Japanese fan of Midori I would name my account Greenfield or something like that

2. My url is linked to Shin because of course it does~ however this fact only helps to understand what to look for. Like you'll get it if you see it

3. You'll need a certain internet tool (just in case I don't mean chat gpt) if you truly want to pinpoint the connection. Trust me it's nearly impossible to figure it out otherwise or if you don't have the ~knowledge~. And it's probably not a funny activity but I have no idea

4. Y can equal I

I have no idea if it's helpful or not so let me know what you think or if you want full explanation. I feel as if I'm being Midori omitting something important and giving unhinged hints. I hope you don't think about this for too long

[cuppatealove]

Guys, if you ever have to give eye drops to little kids, sit on the floor and lie them down between your legs, head towards you, arms pinned under your legs and head held still with your thighs. I cannot tell you what a lifesaver this hack is when you're faced with a screaming toddler with gunky eyes and vice-like grip strength.

(Though if they're not your kids, maybe shove a teddy bear or something between their head and your crotch 😅 And obv run it by the parents.)

[sga-owns-my-soul]

Ooooh WIP Wednesday?

✨ for Rodney Raises Torren - sooo intrigued by the title!

WIP Wednesday!

ooh boy this is a sad but good one, i got the idea for this when watching search and rescue and rodney freaked about the complications of child birth, and i thought "well, what if...?" i'm taking your star to mean number 1 so i'm adding my favourite scene that i've written so far that's actually a bit from super late into the fic

✨ - Rodney Raises Torren

"John! Ronon! Guys, holy shit!" Rodney's voice crackled to life through John's radio, and he immediately started running towards their quarters.

"Rodney, what's wrong? Is Torren okay?"

"He's walking! All on his own, he's walking!! You need to get here right now, hurry up!" The anxiety that was rising in John was instantly replaced with pride and excitement, and he ran even faster. Ronon rounded the corner at the same time as him and they grinned at each other as they ran the rest of the way to their room.

"You're doing so good buddy, look at you go!"

John watched Torren with wide eyes, tears welling up as he watched their little boy take a few hesitant steps before finding his confidence and taking two big steps towards Rodney, who grabbed Torren right before he fell forwards.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I was planning on editing the next chapter of Triangulum as soon as I woke up, but I spent a good portion of the morning trying to think of a name for an OC down the line. Anyway, thank you to Puff for helping me come to the name of Dr. Tyton Jonas Circkleburg.

[coquelicoq]

first off, if you want to spend more time way overthinking r sounds, there's a GREAT doctoral thesis about r variation in standard dutch. "The Sociophonetics and Phonology of Dutch r" by Koen Sebregts. i still haven't read all of it, but spent most of a dinner talking at my mother and sister about it until they were like "please we are begging you to discuss this with literally anyone else". secondly, /ɥ/ :)

[shipping myself with french phonemes ask game]

you always know exactly what to recommend to me. if i were at that dinner you could talk to me about the sociophonetics and phonology of dutch r by koen sebregts as long as you wanted. rip to your mom and sister and any other bystanders but at least we would be happy!!

i was hoping someone would ask about /ɥ/...this sound has been shrouded in mystery for as long as i can remember. we're talking as early as when i learned to count to dix (because of huit). it was one of the sounds i could hear but could not for the life of me figure out how people were making. it's like we grew up across the street from each other, and she was a little older than me and so smart and pretty and carefree and i grew up just yearning. from afar. knowing that /ɥ/ didn't even know i existed.

so you'd think, what, unrequited pining? WRONG. this is ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. didn't see that coming did you!!!! that's right, i can now pronounce the /ɥ/ sound. i can say it with my own mouth. and i do! i am saying this sound all over the place! we have ridden off into the sunset! we are on our honeymoon! it is happily ever after all up in here!!!

it's kind of interesting how this came about. i couldn't figure out how to make this sound until i learned how to identify and pronounce the /y/ sound, which makes sense given /ɥ/ is the semivocalic equivalent of /y/, but also makes no sense because then why could i identify /ɥ/ even before i could identify /y/? you'd think i would be able to hear both or neither, but not just one. and yet that is what happened. also, there was about a year between getting comfortable with /y/ and sealing the deal with /ɥ/. not sure what that was about either...like if you can make /y/ you can make /ɥ/, they're the same sound, they just occur in different environments...what would this trope be...ummm this is like if she were a superhero and i were dating her alter ego while also pining after the superhero. like babe i have good news for you! but also it's a little embarrassing after a year of dating to not be able to recognize someone when they take their glasses off.

in any case this is a very recent development, probably within the last year ish? it took me over two decades but i got there in the end. slow burn, happy ending. now if only i could figure out why word-final high vowels sound super aspirated sometimes, which is odd because aspiration is a consonant thing. (current theory is devoicing.) my beautiful wife /ɥ/ gives me the courage to be curious. if i can learn to make /ɥ/, i can learn to make anything. dreams do come true!!