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[ichabodjane]

The Rings of Power S01E06 “Udun”: A Brief Recap Pt 1

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[felieryx]

mother and son....

[gaytobymeres]

on a more positive note i had one of my favourite lecturers today, and saw one of my other favourite lecturers

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

no no they got some good loft there. clearly this is "high" literature

me throwing the canterbury tales across the room: flying chaucer

[desolationcleo]

scrolling the comments section of martyn's video rn

[meamiki]

some random reverse entry au [office + reverse isekai loop] drawings :thumbsup:

[mildly interested in this silly au? here is a link to scroll through for all the stuff i've made for it! i'll make a proper master post... someday.....]

[fandom-geek]

so maybe i need to do some more digging into the lore, but as a newbie who finally caught up on the story and has done some lore reading - was albrecht... more involved in the zariman disaster than just releasing the indifference into reality?

like his logs for the cavia mention that he knew that the indifference was intrigued by uniqueness and, at the very least, albrecht granted the zariman the privilege of being the first to access his archives so they could form the curriculum for the kids, which euleria contributed so much to the point of becoming the voice of it.

the zariman also had a super unique reliquary drive, which incidentally has a massive orb with entrati obols above it. obviously we can't be sure whether euleria, albrecht, or both worked on the drive, given that both clearly contributed to zariman's education system, but it's hard to imagine that happening without some level of involvement from him.

you can also get entrati lanthorns in only two places - albrecht's lab and the zariman. between all of that, how his account of his first meeting with the indifference has him mention "the unholy zariman parade" (implying he was there for the send-off), and his apparent interest in tau as of the end of 1999...

it just seems extremely coincidental if he didn't ever consider that the uniqueness of the zariman would be a beacon for the indifference.

especially since albrecht somehow knew about the operators' existence when he first visited 1999. even og!loid isn't aware that operators = tenno in witw and it's only really the seven and the researchers involved who would've known the true nature of the tenno (probably lotus too) at the point when the entrati all hid themselves upon deimos.

i don't know if he intended to serve the zariman up to the void as he had previously done to the cavia, but given 1999 has demonstrated he's fully accepting of killing "hundreds of thousands" to even gain an inch against the indifference, it wouldn't exactly be out of character, would it?

[turtleblogatlast]

I’ve gone on and on about how Leo wants to be who Splinter finds is the ideal person (which just so happens to be Splinter’s ideal version of himself) but I have yet to really touch upon how Donnie is the one who most directly parallels Splinter himself to an honestly shocking degree, Raph’s taking from Splinter’s teachings and parenting has resulted in an unhealthy mixup in the different dynamics of a family versus a team, and Mikey is the one who is simultaneously the most focused on family and the most intrinsically himself which both leads to his better grasp of mystics and honestly what just might be the healthiest dynamic with Splinter.

[justali-anne]

Sans and Flowey are such foils.

Like, they have a lot more in common than you'd think.

They're both trolls, they both have a sort of "silly/serious" switch (Sans' one is more obvious, Flowey switches between his "nice"/silly persona and his sadist/nihilistic self), they're both aware of timelines and resets (albeit to different extents), and then there's their connections with Papyrus. Even their introductions sound the same!

I mean, come on, they were CLEARLY intended to be foils!

You know what would be interesting? A story about the very beginning of the resets. As in, Flowey's resets. And it switches POV between the two of them, and we get to watch them slowly break down into what they are today.

Until one of them no longer cares about anyONE, and the other no longer cares about anyTHING.

That would be interesting to see.

[brifdi-daily]

Day 94: Flash !

[ Battle for Grandma / Sacri ]

yo someones gotta put a stop to this guy. shes getting too nefarious and i think shes scheming too

[rebouks]

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Wyatt kept low amongst the fronds of grass, peeking through the haphazard blinds drooped against the opposite side of the window. He was no stranger to being where he shouldn’t, but there was an unfamiliar pit in his stomach tonight; like there was something more at stake, like part of him didn’t want to know what this seemingly normal house might contain. Ashton had been right about one thing, ignorance was bliss; except now, with his friend’s dismissal and no one left to impress, Wyatt found himself unwilling to ignore the unknown. The sound of distant voices forced him to abandon his rumination.

“Fucking hell, hurry up!”

“I’m waiting for you!” The woman’s voice sounded shrill, but Wyatt could tell there was little anger in her tone. Normal bickering, he supposed. “Have you got your wallet?”

The man ignored his partners fussing, ushering her over the threshold impatiently “I’ve got cash, c’mon!”

Wyatt adjusted his position as the door slammed shut. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been squatting in this overgrown jungle of a garden, but if his protesting legs were anything to go by, it’d been a while. It would’ve made sense to wait a little longer, but time was of the essence. Hearing the couple enter their car, he waited for the sound of their engine to fade before making his way onto the porch. Sliding door locks weren’t too hard to navigate, though Wyatt found himself surprisingly spared of the chore; slipping his fingers beneath his sleeve, he gingerly made his way inside.

Silently closing the door behind him, Wyatt stepped into the dimly lit back room with an upturned nose. The stale smell of tobacco, marijuana and beer permeating the air was unpleasant, but other than that, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. A normal, albeit messy kitchen, an even messier dining table, a TV nook, pictures on the wall; nothing too unusual. The living room, stairwell and landing were just as uninteresting.

Wyatt found himself wondering if Brynn was having him on as some sort of revenge; though it seemed unlikely. He was used to manipulating people into believing him, but it hadn’t seemed necessary with her, perhaps she could sense that he was being honest. It was an odd sensation, to be believed so easily. Heaving a weary sigh, Wyatt entered what appeared to be the master bedroom; more of the same. Casting a quick glance to the street below, he wondered what he was doing. If he found what he thought he might, which was seeming less and less likely, what would he do? He didn’t have a plan up his sleeve, and Wyatt always had a plan.

Something was off, but Wyatt couldn’t figure out what it was. He hadn’t felt great ever since leaving San Myshuno, maybe even before then, and the death of his mother hadn’t made things any easier. She’d threatened suicide many times in the past, her mental state being what it was, but he wasn’t prepared for her to follow through on those threats. He tried to remember the last time things had felt right; though perhaps he’d never really felt like himself, perhaps he was simply an amalgamation of those he surrounded himself with. His mother liked to lament that he was just like his father, but Wyatt had never believed that, and he wasn’t much like her either. Who was he? What did he want?

A fat stack of cash sitting on the dresser caught his attention, sparing him the anguish of answering that particular line of questioning; for now. Twenty grand, give or take. Plenty of people didn’t trust big banks, but that much money laying around was definitely suspicious. He hurried out of the bedroom and poked his head into the bathroom at the end of the hall, nothing. Unless there was a basement he’d failed to notice, only one room remained.

Wyatt paused; hand held over the doorknob hesitantly. These doors were cheap, the kind made with flimsy, cardboard innards. Surely, he’d be able to hear if someone were on the other side? But he couldn’t. Wyatt was briefly tempted to leave. He’d become rather accustomed to dismissing the consequences of his own actions, especially if they didn’t affect him personally; and rather than accept the dark reality that he’d pushed aside for so long, he decided it’d be easier to assume that Brynn was lying to him. Then again, if she had lied, he may as well prove it to himself before he left. With a deep breath and a glimmer of hope, Wyatt opened the door.

Brynn hadn’t lied.

[elacular-kink]

Regarding "We've both got the hiccups" as a phrase I frequently obsess over, a mental image I really like is the person with the fetish being nearly paralyzed with embarrassment and practically hiding behind the person without, who's very embarrassed themself, but still having to (and willing to) do all the talking for their partner.

"*HIC-CULP!* Ah! E-ex–*hmk* excuse me! You'll re–*HEEK*–mmf! R-really have to exc---excuse both of us, *hup* we've both caught a nast–*eep* nasty ca–*uck* case of the hiccups. *hmp* B here's doing their be–*uck* best to keep quiet. *HIUK* NNhf! U-unlike myself it *hk* seems. *hmk* Excuse me."

...hm. Usually I don't like the word "nasty" as a descriptor, but it felt right there. Weird.

[radiocurrency]

I just tried to write Daniel Molloy having Straight™️ thoughts about a women briefly just to push the plot along and immediately gave myself the ick.

That probably means nothing at all.

[crithaus]

Also you've heard this from me before but I always get excited when I force my brain to rub my smooth-shiny braincells together so one last time I shall say it,

Percy is a prince and I can explain why from a totally different angle then just "bc Tal said so in some such EP of talks machina," it's bc you can't ennoble someone with a title higher than yours, right, like you can't work somewhere and just decide "Actually I'm the CEO now, I promote myself to CEO." like that isn't how it works, so with that.

We see them use a standard European peerage system for Whitestone with some exception and Percy gives Vex a barony, it might not come with much at that moment in time, but he does, and then there is a Lord, Sir Kerrion Stonefell, 2 Counts, Tylieri and The Countess Jazna which, there's no official equivalent feminine form for Viscount so Countess is often used in it's place so Jazna could well be a 'Viscountess', and most importantly Duke Vedmire. Duke is the highest title you can have without dipping into royalty territory, so the Briarwoods in occupying the first house of Whitestone are automatically in a position to grant dukedoms, hence they briefly were illegitimately the prince and princess of Whitestone, and to further prove my point

In EP 64, Percy before dragging his blue-blooded nutsack across Syldor's face, introduces himself as "from the Royal (1st) House of Whitestone," I mean bada bing, bada boom, now Whitestone is an independent city-state, a principality I think rather because of the aforementioned reasons, and bobs your uncle, Percy becomes even snootier than he was before. All the royalty!au Percy's are more accurate than you would even believe

and most importantly vex is a princess as she always was meant to be, eat chodes syldor

[lightyakami]

Animal Games A Lawlight Gone Girl AU (Part Two) Part One 7.4k words Read on AO3 L has moved his lovely, vile, and entirely batshit husband out of their beautiful Brooklyn brownstone into a Missouri suburb, then left him to his own devices. He is under the impression that this is going to end well. In this part: Light gets to say his piece. Content notes: Deals substantially with concerning age dynamics, as well as racism and homophobia; a few slurs are present. Light is as vile as ever. Past childhood abuse is discussed. Suicide is repeatedly invoked, albeit in a way that parallels Gone Girl. There's some arguably disordered eating. Thank you so much to @lightyaoigami for doing so much research and holding hands in worldbuilding and character creation! Everything about New York comes from Monica, and so do all the designer clothes, L's midlife crisis car, and a great deal of the characterization. Monica did so much that it's honestly kind of hard to describe all of it; imo all the best parts of this fic come from her.

I gave him a chance to save himself. You understand this.

I know he's going to make himself out to be the fucking victim in all of this because he always has to be the victim. Oh, poor me, I grew up in foster care and I never got the stable, white-picket-fence life that no one else has in the first place -- come the fuck on. What does that have to do with anything?

I had a perfectly nice life in Brooklyn. I had friends. Friends don't come easily to me, I'll admit that, but I made them anyway. I had a beautiful little apartment in Cobble Hill with real brick walls and portes-fenêtres that opened onto a wrought-iron Juliette balcony and a coffee shop a three minute walk away where I could drink real espresso and eat honey-lemon cornmeal cake and do the work he thinks is so pathetically beneath me which by the way, it isn't. I liked it. It was my job. He worked for a fucking fashion magazine, for god's sake. He wrote about pants and peplums. It wasn't exactly hard-hitting news.

It isn't as if I didn't earn any of what I had because I grew up in a two-story.

Why should I have to throw all of that out because he thought it might be nice to have a lawn when he was seven years old? [continue]

[todayisafridaynight]

thoughts on the malleganic penguin .. your rant about penguins made me so invested

OH THESE WERE THE LITTLE BASTARDS I WAS TALKING ABOUT (I GOT THEM CONFUSED WITH THE GALAPAGOS I NEED TO BE SHOT I KNOW)

for the people who bore witness to my penguin rant i need to show the difference between the black foot/african penguin and these lil sillies

the baby on the left is a black footed penguin while the right's our south american bestie :) the key way to distinguish them is whether they have that black line on their neck: black foot penguins will have that spot be white, while magellanic all have it be black

as the name suggests african penguins are the only penguins (that we know of rn 👁️👁️) to live off the coast of south africa, meanwhile, magellanic penguins live off the cost of chile and argentina in south america

SINCE WE'RE HERE THOUGH we can talk about their other relatives in the spheniscus Banded Penguin family 👯‍♀️

THIS is the galapagos i was mistaking the magellanic for

they're similar to magellanic in that their necks are black and that they also live in south america (off on the galapagos islands Go Figure), though their white chinstrap's a lot thinner than the former. moreover, that patch of pink flesh differs in that it travels downward opposed to arching on the eyebrow bone

the humbolt penguins are my favorite of this family :) they're the third tallest among the four (second begin magellanic while the first being the black foot, little galapagos being the shortest). they're super distinct by the pink glands on their face. Taking Up More Of Their Face. unsurprisingly, they also live in south america off the coast of peru and chile

anyway thank you for joinin me on my penguin rant Part Two :) i like penguins :)