#accepting and embracing weirdness

[eldragon-x]

thinking about that wretched triangle again

[hecatialapis-lazuli]

i feel like I've talked about this before but I wish blazblue dipped more into the horror of the situation. Whether you wanna go cosmic or existential both kind of work, though I guess the theme is a bit more despair than horror? Those two feel like they marry together pretty well.

Like. Think of CS. You have Noel, becoming what she always was, something inhuman. Literally screaming and crying after having the truth of the world and the PFDs revealed to her. You have Ragna, also learning the truth, and that he has tried so, so many times and failed every single time. You have Terumi, relishing in the hopelessness that should cause, yet being just as stuck as everyone else, and painfully aware that if he wants out of this hell, he has to claw his way out.

Idk, I just think there's a lot of stuff in blazblue that lends really well to horror. There's already themes about loss of autonomy, just play a little more into that, emphasize the helplessness before the Master Unit, and then the satisfaction of finally being free.

Hell, the Master Unit/Origin still is sympathetic in this interpretation. She's suffering, she's not doing anything out of malice, she just wants to be a person. Not even the Origin is immune to the horror of being a thing, strung up to watch and desperately try for another ending this time. This time, it'll work.

[rhaenin-time]

GRRM is too subtle about the way he deconstructs tropes and worldviews based in bigotry for it to be ethical for him to refuse to correct all the reader and audience misconceptions that uphold that very bigotry.

[pepperpixel]

Both love and hate the absolute DELUGE of ink a fresh sharpie unleashes onto the paper the instant it makes contact…. I have complicated feelings towards the deluge lmao

[nolongerexistingsadcatface]

Ok yes America hating the cold is funny (eh) BUT. have you considered that I like the imagery of an America sitting alone in the forest in the bleak mid-winter landscape of an east coast woods, all alone in both body and mind, agonizing over her seeming doom to be stuck in the throes of loneliness for all eternity?

[johaerys-writes]

Sacrilegious

Achilles/Patroclus | E | 1.9k

I have no explanation for this other than the fact that @baejax-the-great sent this in the group chat:

...... and I simply had to write it. Please enjoy.

Read on AO3!

Achilles is a pious man. 

He always observes the holy days, performs the rituals and makes the appropriate sacrifices, and always, before each meal, makes an offering to the gods. 

When Ajax comes by the Myrmidon camp that evening, Achilles fills everyone’s goblets with the wine that the slaves have mixed with water in the big bronze bowls. From his spot near the fire, tending to the meat that’s roasting on a spit over the coals, Patroclus watches Achilles as he solemnly offers a libation to Zeus and Hestia for blessing their meal. Wine is poured onto the soil, which drinks it up greedily.

Then, and only then, does the feast begin.

The men laugh and eat and drink, make boastful jests about their exploits and the spoils they’ve taken from each recent battle. After the platters of meat are taken away, Achilles brings out his lyre. This is his favourite moment, Patroclus thinks: when Achilles places his finely carved lyre on his lap and sets his fingers on the strings, and everyone around the table goes quiet, holding their breaths in exquisite rapture. The clear sounds of the instrument and Achilles’ voice fill the night air; Achilles himself looks like an otherworldly being pulled out of a myth or an old story, the flickering firelight painting his golden features in delicate brass-rose tones.  

It is close to midnight when Ajax and his generals thank Achilles and Patroclus for their hospitality and make their way towards their own camp. Patroclus is secretly relieved that they left earlier tonight, unlike those other nights when Achilles and Ajax would get caught in games or banter until the early morning. As much as Patroclus enjoys Ajax’s company, it’s been a long day, and there was too much to take care of during it. He’s looking forward to finally going to sleep. 

Which doesn’t seem to be an option, as Achilles catches his hand in much too meaningful a way the second the door of the tent falls closed behind him. 

“Achilles—” Patroclus starts in laughing protest, but whatever he had been about to say is muffled when Achilles draws him near to kiss him deeply. His lips taste of wine and spices and the lingering sweetness of his singing, and Patroclus sighs and melts into his embrace, helpless to the pull. 

“I’ve been thinking of this all night,” Achilles murmurs, hands drifting to Patroclus’ lower back. He pulls him flush against him.

“I thought it was Ajax’s heroic tales of the taking of Arisbe you were thinking about, and all the gold he found there,” Patroclus teases. “You seemed quite taken with them.” He groans softly when Achilles’ thigh presses between his legs. He brings up no resistance when Achilles pushes him towards the grandiose chair by the even more grandiose table he had acquired earlier that month. 

“Exaggerations, most of them, I’m sure,” Achilles says. “I doubt even mighty Ajax can kill ten men with one fell swoop of his sword.”

“You’ll never know until you see it.” Patroclus lets Achilles sit him down on the chair, heat rising within him at the sight of his lover kneeling between his open legs. Achilles’ palms smooth up the length of Patroclus’ thighs, pushing the fabric of his chiton out of the way. He glances up at Patroclus, lips curled in a smirk that’s full of smugness and suggestion; beneath the fabric, Patroclus is already hard and aching, as if he’d been waiting for this very moment all night as well. 

But Achilles makes no move to touch him. Instead, he reaches for the goblet that’s been left on the table. There is still some wine in it from their meal earlier that day. Achilles picks it up, then reverently whispers a small prayer under his breath before pouring some wine on the ground.

“What are you doing?” 

Achilles looks at him straight in the eyes, as if the answer is obvious. “I’m about to have a feast, that’s what.” 

Read the rest on AO3!

[oflgtfol]

the marble nest is firmly slotting itself into that part of me that has that sickly warm bittersweet fascination with death and dying

[olehoncho]

How I would fix Dr Who (revisited)

While I am sure there are folks that love the Doctor Who show and the direction it has taken under Chibnal, I know there are others who are not satisfied with certain developments. Ever since the end of Matt Smith's run there have been issues with the continuity of the series: - The expansion of The Doctor's regenerations was first explained via a "time lord energy infusion" in Town of Christmas, but was later revealed to be an aspect of the Timeless Child. - The swapping of sex/gender was first done with the Master and later explored with the Doctor. - Letting go of a Time Lord's power was explored in Human Nature and later in Uptopia, but revisited as being a "female presenting" quality later. - The Bi-Generation creating two time lords.

A lot of this new canon has been... not easy to absorb. And I'm not going to say there's any connection to ratings or audience scores, but as someone who is more interested in the science fiction aspect of the show, I think there is enough of the new canon to play with to fit in with the long-running series canon.

Make The Doctor a distinct being separate from The Timeless Child. - This is the main one, and could be done a couple of different ways. My previous theory was to make The Timeless Child the Time Vortex at the heart of the TARDIS (which explains why it is different from other TARDIS). This would explain the leeching of memories and power to other individuals as well. - Another way to do this would be to have The Doctor either be a bi-generation from The Timeless Child, or perhaps be the son of The Timeless Child who inherited some memories. There are options.

Restore the Regeneration Limit and explain how it was bypassed. - The previous explanation is that The Doctor is the first Time Lord and therefore has endless regenerations. This never felt right. The Doctor being a Time Lord whose uniqueness comes from their decisions, the promise to be "The Doctor" rather than their particular history is the key to the character. - You could do another bi-generation backstory into The Doctor's past, and that part of The Doctor has been dormant, sleeping aboard the TARDIS for near a thousand years (my personal choice would be the regeneration from 2nd to 3rd Doctor). - Then you would have to explain that The Doctor who has been adventuring has been part of The Doctor, but a being who got mixed up with The Timeless Child and is therefore confused. Then explain that the reason for the regeneration limit being bypassed is because of the TARDIS - so many Doctors regenerate in the TARDIS and this is shown to have led to many explosions of energy which were not present in earlier regenerations because this version of The Doctor is growing unstable. - Time Lords are not meant to live more than 12 regenerations, because the energy in their bodies becomes more than they can handle, like a dying star they either go supernova or become dwarf stars.

Kill off the current version of The Doctor and bring in "The Original" - This could be a series-long arc involving The Valeyard - with the "current Doctor" being the Valeyard and "The Original" questing to stop them, but would end up with The Doctor dying and creating their grave on Trenzalore that is eventually visited by 11 and Clara. - The "original" Doctor would then continue the adventures, absorbing all the memories of their alternate selves - and resume the regeneration limit from 3 (a new 3, not Pertwee) and then regenerating into 4.

Anyways, that's how I'd rework Doctor Who if it was up to me. But it's not, so whatever.

[235uranium]

fords hands really are a great metaphor for queerness. wild it was entirely on accident

[curiouschaosstarlight]

On a lighter, less cranky note, I wonder what kind of "villain fucker" I am

'cause I don't think I line up with anything "typical", admittedly--

[mckngsong]

this specifically broke me tbh

[deadrlngers]

no pairing in the world will ever serve as much cunt as a courier x benny one, i will die with this truth in my heart

[digitalgirls]

idk

[favroitecrime]

just finished 12 season of bob’s burgers and i’m not ready for the movie not season 13

[dreamlogic]

ran the triple threat holiday meal gauntlet with E yesterday and it was awesome. started with brunch & board games with my family, then late lunch/early dinner with her dad & his family, then late dinner & desert with her mom & stepdad. something something sharing the social load of our collective families' weirdness while gorging ourselves on excellent food

[perksofbeingasunflowerblog]

Why do people and especially the op that got ghat anon, care if Louis really said that? The op hates Louis. 🙃 also, it’s not like all these people reblogging the post really care because they all dislike louis already.

ok? what do i do about it? why do you care anyways