#and doing the time consuming thing anyway

[lananiscorner]

Honestly, the trick with Skyrim potions is to just find a recipe that works for you and then go with that. Sometimes you can find actual recipes in the game, but I'd recommend just looking up a good recipe for whatever you want on uesp.net and then just using the rest of your ingredients to experiment for high value potions that you can sell. Note that potions you make for consumption and potions you sell have two different purposes:

A potion you are aiming to consume should only have beneficial effects. A very easy health potion for example is blue mountain flower (grows almost everywhere) + wheat (grows on almost every farm), which increases your max. health and restores health. You can look up similar easy recipes for pretty much anything you need (though really I've found that the game throws more than enough potions at you as loot anyway, at least on default difficulty). For some things (like magic resistance) it's more efficient to get passive effects otherwise (e.g. there's a quest in Riften that gives you a permanent 15% magic resistance and a standing stone that gives you 50% as long as you don't select another stone).

A potion you are aiming to sell should have as many effects as possible, even if they are contrary (which is why the purify perk is actually a hindrance for this). What matters is its monetary value, because that will determine how much alchemy XP you get for brewing it and how much speech XP you get for selling it. Note that you get speech XP per sale (so if you sell 10 identical potions one at a time, you get more XP than selling all 10 in bulk), and you get it even if the vendor has run out of money.

So really, you're doing great from a levelling standpoint--you just need to find yourself a few simple, quick recipes that make stuff you actually want for consumption.

I am trying to work on my Skyrim alchemy skills and I am not made for this. This is not my skill. I am aware that you can't get the Purity perk until you hit level 100 but fucking hell, all I seem to do is create the most absurdly, uselessly fucked up potions imaginable. I'm like "Let's make a potion to heal me!" and then what I get is half a gallon of dubious liquid that's like "Will heal 27 hit points, deplete your stamina, clear your mortal enemy's skin, and legally change your name to Uriel Septim the Ugly."

Weirdly these potions are nonetheless quite expensive

I am BAD at alchemy

[gretagator]

What if the Joker was blue and orange

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Oh yeah, because this household really needed more of a push to be mean to each other (well in fairness, it’s only really two of them). And we got creepy crawlies! Yaaaay, go us…

Our chef of the day Sage arises (from a flirty dream about Araminta - is Do-dud in danger?), bats out and sets about making rice cake for breakfast - because why the Dine Out pack not. Turns out we have yet another cooking non-enjoyer in our midst.

Okay in this case, her loathing is possibly justified. She doesn’t even need to consume food - gosh.

Forest pee-walks his way into consciousness with quite the array of moodlets, while Giovanna has her appearance complimented by Lilac, then enthuses about the outdoors (which Lilac liked) and… housework (which Lilac didn’t quite as much).

In spite of the Diabolical Duo (Lee and Forest) making their way downstairs, it appears to be all fun and games over breakfast?

And Mister becomes the latest masc to figure out that the way to get in a good word with Lilac is to impress Moojito. Hooves up, 8/10, left an after dinner mint on her pile of hay, would definitely recommend to a friend…

However all good things must come to an end, and Forest lets loose at Sage - within earshot of Lilac, who fortunately for him is rather occupied with Tiago. Does Forest have a rabbit’s paw tucked away in his top pocket or something? Just how long will his good luck last?

As Forest delivers some fan service (you know who you are) by helping Baarry White in the garden, Sage has a chat with Lilac - likely asking why she didn’t defend Sage against Forest earlier?

“Sorry babe, the interaction got cancelled in my queue - you know how it is…”

Potential besties Forest and Giovanna continue to gossip up a storm in the garden - and the animals get in on the action too. Only the Watcher knows what they're saying about the rest of us (and no, she actually doesn't...).

But Mister and Tiago have remembered that they are in a competition, and are currently making Lilac feel like the prettiest girl at the soiree over a game of Don’t Wake the Llama. While I have to suspend my sense of disbelief over the ‘no jealousy’ settings sometimes, it is rather refreshing to watch the lack of ‘eggplant’ measuring between the masc contestants in particular.

Eventually however, Lilac does pop the question - and it's Tiago who's the recipient.

(I won't include the 'ask for sex' dialogue because... is it just me who is grossed out by the word 'panties'? Not because it refers to underwear but because there's something about it that just icks me on a visceral level, much on par with the word 'moist'...)

Anyway, by the looks of things a good time was had.

(This is the most explicit I'll get - promise. I just felt like there needed to be a visual here, and this duo got their clothes off preeeetty quickly. Also once I censored Lilac's melons, Tiago patting her head was cute.)

And everyone else is chore montage hour-ing.

So far there hasn't been much in the way of meanness about the place, but rest assured that this Watcher has an ace up her sleeve...

@riverofjazzsims @ravingsockmonkey @fl0pera

@igglemouse @panicsimss @simsfvr

(part ii likely coming tomorrow)

[rottenpumpkin13]

Cloud accepts Sephiroth's flowers and agrees to go on a date with him (just so he can keep an eye on Sephiroth because he's a secret time traveller and he's not letting a golden opportunity to monitor Sephiroth go to waste.)

What does Sephiroth plan for the date? How does Zack react to the date?

*Cloud and Sephiroth are having dinner*

Sephiroth: The city is quite beautiful tonight. Though it would take so little to reduce it to ash. A single spark, and all their monuments to greed would crumble.

Cloud: *panic*

Sephiroth: It's a good thing Reeve Tuesti is incredibly competent and did a remarkable job designing it.

Cloud: *calm*

Sephiroth: Anyway, do you ever wonder how it would feel to ascend beyond mortality? To rule as a god above humanity?

Cloud: *panic*

Sephiroth: Hypothetically, of course. One must ponder such things to stay grounded in reality.

Cloud: *calm*

*The waiter places the check on the table*

Sephiroth: Oh to be flesh unbound by the obligation to consume, free from the endless cycle of hunger and indulgence.

Cloud: *panic*

Sephiroth: Good thing we came on Tuesday. They offer a 15% discount for couples.

Zack, crawling out from under the table: CHEAP BASTARD

Cloud: OI!

[thoustanofthe7thkingdom]

I haven't posted before and I'm on very little sleep so big ol' pinch of salt buut, I think, especially in regard to quote at the end that what is considered in the canon of what art people are consuming is extremely narrow and not representative of what people are actually making and listening two within their respective niches. Personally I find my politics has been informed by the entertainment I've consumed more than anything else(I think) annd it makes me hopeful that blatant radical messages in shows r becoming more common like idk if the one of the biggest films (I don't think shows were much of a thing) wld call Nixon an outright nazi like full on call him a nazi, and it gives me hope that shows like the boys are doing this, at the same time I think this goes over lots of peoples heads or like the Instagram racists or 4chan types celebrate homelander as an 'ironic' or like meta-ironic hero and this gives me much less hope. also I would say that maybe I actually do agree with this were media can point to what a society was collectively (at least within its niches) thinking at a given time. Idk if this post makes any sense or if I've added anything but I feel like I wanna post anyway

actually more point I want to make:

I feel like artists shld not stop efforts to push radical messages into mainstream media but also shld not be that chuffed with themselves if they have and praxis is probably gonna make more measurable difference, alsooo while mainstream media is funded by companies such as Amazon I think for really mainstream stuff like the boys there is always gonna be a filter for anything that wld be that radical to motivate an audience to do something abt actual issues unfortunately, think this happened with the boys in the last season where it moved from away from the higher quality satire of like 2-3 seasons and become just poltics reference haha with no substance past ' republican b like I hate trans people'.

Concluding my first post here to Tumblr I think I have lots of thoughts on the boys which is maybe relevant to the post but who knows, not me, I haven't slept.

I bid thee adieu

Words from Toni Morrison, Audre Lorde, and James Baldwin about “the vital role that artists play in society generally, and doubly so in the face of authoritarian regimes”.

[raguma1002]

i have some thoughts about what would happen if bojack and mr peanutbutter got together before the start of the show. @fandomfreakstudios have a wonderful post on this topic and i like their au very much. i just want to speculate on this from a slightly different angle.

i agree with freak's vision in many ways, but thinking about it, i've always found their relationship in such a scenario to be more messy and extremely ambiguous. ambiguous in terms of the fact that they themselves do not know who they are to each other… okay i'll try to explain

they meet for the first time at some event: an award ceremony, a party, whatever. then they see each other again, again, again, and in the end bojack reluctantly gets closer to pb - out of boredom, maybe - they drink together, chat about everything, discuss acting and so on. gradually they grow closer, their relationship becomes more trusting and intimate.

and before they knew it, they suddenly started spending nights at each other's places; mr peanutbutter recently divorced katrina, and he doesn't want to feel lonely, so all his attention is now focused on bojack. he became attached like a faithful dog (literally) and it will be almost impossible for him to let this man go, no matter what a jerk he actually is.

and bojack, who completely destroyed his previous relationship with herb, sees this. he doesn't reject pb when he becomes more intrusive for two reasons: firstly, he is afraid to ruin everything again, to lose a loved one, and therefore he tries to play a good friend; secondly, he likes this attention. he craves it. he longs to be wanted, to be admired, to be needed no matter what.

so, yes, their relationship is growing, and so is codependency. bojack tries to be kind, fair, supportive, but when he discovers how difficult it is - and most importantly, when he sees that his efforts don't matter, because pb won't leave him anyway - he stops. and, when there is not only an agent who will get you out of any trouble, but also a close person who is ready to love you no matter what disgusting things you do, and justify your behavior in any way, you stop not only growing, you become much worse than you were already.

nevertheless, he still has bright sides, some kind of concept of morality, and he is literally eaten up by guilt for what he is doing with their relationship. he, from time to time, makes some attempts to fix it - with well-known grand gestures - but it doesn't last long. then he gets tired again, realizes that everything he does is pointless, and turns to alcohol, drugs - everything, just to calm the pain and guilt consuming him from the inside.

mr peanutbutter also tries hard at first. he genuinely believes that if he makes enough effort, their relationship will be as happy and trouble-free as it was in his family, as it was on his native peninsula. he keeps ignoring all the red flags until everything turns into a real disaster. he still doesn't want to leave bojack because a) he is afraid to be alone, b) he is attached to him, he actually likes him very much; c) he feels sorry for boj.

we have seen how mr peanutbutter can behave in a relationship if he is really displeased or upset about something. eventually even his patience comes to an end, and maybe he makes the first attempt to leave, but quickly returns - either on his own initiative, or because of bojack's conviction that he will change. then everything repeats again.

this time, pb stops ignoring the bad attitude and goes on the offensive - he responds to manipulation with manipulation, to neglect with neglect etc. as a result, he becomes little better than his partner. they start quarreling constantly, it exhausts both of them. but that's all they have left when they just can't let each other go.

if we draw analogies, then this is something between bodiane, pb/diane and bojack/pc relationships, but i hope you understand the course of my thoughts.

bojack's career is still a failure, but at the same time pb's one is much less successful than in the original, obviously because of his personal life. well, now he has much more time to, for example, fight with his life partner again and eventually drive off to the other side of the united states together. for some unknown reason. they're sick to death of each other and yet still codependent. well. you know how it is

i could write more, but it seems like i've got a cold and i also want to sleep (whimpering whimpering) and the post already came out kinda long. so yeah. but maybe i'll talk about it later again

oh and i almost forgot

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Bathroom Break

I am baaaaaaaack on the story ! For those who missed it I published everyone's backstory, all are linked in the master post !

@ancha-aus it's been a while since I tagged you here

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I feel like this chapter is way too short compared to the time it took me to write it

Here it was: the moment Dust dreaded the most... going back to work. Not that there was a problem with his job, his colleagues were fine, the customers were usually nice except for some exceptions, but it was to be expected when working in a fast food. No, the thing that worried him was leaving his roommates, because they were basically roommates, alone all day. He wasn't afraid they would fight, thought Nightmare had been quite distant these past few days, he didn't participate in conversations during meals and usually just translated for Killer and asked him a few things, but apart from that he always seemed moody, mad about something and avoiding them. It did worry Dust, maybe it was something he did, or didn't do, that caused the noble to change his behavior ? He'll need to talk about it with him. Regarding the others they all seemed to get along, he noticed Cross would sometimes lower his guard when Killer talked, or rather rambled, to him to listen to what he was saying, which was something important to note as the knight only ever left the door to eat, Dust knew it because he saw him sleeping while still standing. Horror was nice to everyone, just not paying much attention to Nightmare as he seemed to avoid him more than the others anyway, and Killer just liked to chat with everyone, not caring if they understood him or not. So no, Dust wasn't scared they would fight. He was scared they would get bored, get curious and break something or even hurt themselves, that someone would knock at the door and call the cops when seeing them, or many other things they could do that could result in troubles both for them and for Dust. He really didn't need that.

Dust sighed, preparing yet another burger and putting it in a bag for those at the drive through, he didn't need to think about it anymore, the movements were basically muscle memory at that point. Should he introduce the others to burgers ? Maybe he could order everyone a burger once he got his paycheck, and he could buy soda and potatoes to make the fries himself ? Would they even like it ? Nightmare would probably despise the grease, maybe Cross too as he seemed to be very in shape, but he had a feeling Killer and Horror would like it. Well, that could be a plan for later then.

He felt someone tap on his shoulder.

- Break time, I'm taking your place.

His colleague said. Was it already his break ? He didn't see the time pass, for once. Well, he usually didn't have much to think about, so he must admit he wasn't particularly focused on the time that day.

- Oh, okay, thanks.

He finished the burger he was making before putting down his apron and going to the changing rooms to grab his phone in his locker. He then went to the bathroom, not that he needed to go as he was a skeleton, but he liked sitting on the throne in his little cabin, that way he didn't have to sit in the staff's room and make small talk with the others, he could just scroll on his phone for fifteen minutes without being disturbed. He sometimes wished he had a digestive system so he could take a dump on company time and be paid for it, but he didn't have one, anything a skeleton consumed was either turned into magic or would get thrown up if the body couldn't "digest" it. What a shame, honestly.

He wondered for a moment if he should call home on the land-line, but he soon figured it would be useless as he didn't teach them how to pick up a phone, so he just hoped everything was fine and went on socials to see what new brainrot was available to pass the time.

His alarm went off after fifteen minutes, indicating the end of his break. He sighed.

- Alright, here we go again...

He muttered to himself, getting up without flushing, and opened the door to step out of the cabin. He tripped on a branch and fell face first on the grass.

Cross flinched, planting his sword in the ground as to maintain balance when he felt everything shift around him. The house had dissapeared, and he found himself in a field surrounded by a forest. It felt like a few days ago, when he appeared in Dust's backyard, he had felt the air sting and crackle before everything shifted, and when he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else.

Where was he now ? He pulled his sword from the ground, holding it tight in case a threat would appear, and looked around him, were the others here too ? He heard a noise behind him, and quickly turned, only to see Killer gripping on a branch, hanging from a tree. As he was about to run by his side he saw Horror coming out from behind a bush, leaves and twigs stucked in the furr of his coat. Killer saw him too.

- Horrooooooor ! Adiuvaaaaa ! He cried.

Horror jumped, not expecting to hear a voice above him, and quickly went to grab Killer and put him safely on the ground. The Roman then immediately opened his bag to make sure all of his stuffs were with him, and sighed in relief before looking up at the Viking.

- Gratis..

Horror nodded, then looked at Cross.

- Vel ?

He asked, thought Cross didn't understand, but he supposed Horror asked him if he was doing good, as he looked concerned. Cross was doing fine, he wasn't hurt and by chance landed on his feet and on a plain surface, unlike Killer who ended up in a tree.

- Eo vais ben, mercit.

He thanked him, before hearing a spine-chilling scream.

- Google noooooooo !!

All three of them turned quickly, startled, and saw Dust, a little farther, kneeling on the ground with his little magic rectangle in his hands, visibly distressed.

- Dust ? Killer called, bene facis ?

- Google's dead ! Dust cried out, holding his rectangle in the air, it's mort, morz, mortuus, liflátinn, dead !!

Cross froze, who was dead ? Who was so important that Dust had to announce their death in five languages ? Was his rectangle dead ? Wait, wasn't the rectangle what allowed them to communicate ? Oh. They might have a problem then.

They looked at each other for a minute, not knowing how to save the rectangle from death, before Killer went to the wheeping skeleton and kneeled before him, looking through his bag. Dust looked up at him when he took out the thick book Dust had been reading recently: the Old Norse dictionary. Cross remembered Killer shoving the book in his bag when Dust left without it, saying he would keep it safe until he returned. Dust looked at the dictionary in awe, taking it carefully.

- Oh my fucking god, Killer, I love you so much right now, gratis.. !

Killer smiled, happy to have been useful.

As Dust was getting up with Killer's help they heard a new noise, and as they turned, they were met with a rather unusual sight: Nightmare, the very sophisticated Nightmare, was laying face flat in a mud puddle, the only mud puddle in the whole field, and looked particularly horrified, and disgusted, when he stood on his elbows, his face covered with mud. Killer couldn't help but burst out with laughter, especially when Nightmare tried to get up only to slip and fall again. Cross heard Dust fight back his own laughter and Horror chuckled, but even if the scene was indeed funny, Nightmare trully looked distressed, and Cross couldn't leave him like that.

- Sire !

He rushed to his side, helping him up by letting him grab him for balance, not caring if he dirtied his armor as it was rather easy to clean.

- Vous trouvez cela amusant !? Nightmare yelled, angry, and shaking slightly, asking if they found it funny.

Horror raised his hands in an apalogy motion, but Killer was still pretty much dying on the ground, wheezing and holding his non-existant stomach, Dust simply avoiding his gaze. Nightmare huffed, a shameful blush on his cheeks as Cross helped him step out of the puddle and sit on a log nearby as he tried to wipe the mud from his face, taking his gloves off as they were just as muddy anyway.

- Estes-vos blecié, sire ? Cross asked, wanting to know if he was hurt.

Nightmare shook his head, he wasn't hurt, physically at least. Cross nodded, standing straight again to look at the others: Killer had stopped laughing and was now catching his breath, Dust was looking at their surroundings, and Horror was looking at Nightmare, thoughtful, but didn't come any closer.

Now that everyone was here, they needed to think of a plan. They needed to figure out where they ended up, or when, if they could seek shelter somewhere, or if they couldn't and would have to build a sort of nest at least for the night, what they could hunt or gather, take turn to stand guard, ... Horror didn't seem to have his axe with him, which was... rather inconvenient, but he was pretty sure Killer still had his knives in his bag so it meant they were at least two with weapons to defend the group. He looked down at Nightmare again. They had to find water.

He sighed and gestured to everyone to come closer. He would rather they didn't split up.

- Nos devons trover eaue, he said, glancing at Nightmare who was still staring at his hands, senz se séparer, he added, looking back at them.

- Okay wait, Dust stopped him, "eaue" means water, right ? I mean he does need to wash himself so it would make sense he needs water... wait I think I remember the translation... he thought for a while, looking throught the dictionary, okay so.. aqua for Latin ? Aaaand... vatn for Old Norse.

Killer snorted.

- Sordidus est, aqua eget.

Cross wasn't sure what that meant, but judging by Nightmare's glare it most likely was a mockery, or one of the Roman's usual tease at least. He wanted to reprimand him, now wasn't the time for teasing, but Horror was faster than him and gave Killer a gentle nudge on the shoulder, shaking his head disapprovingly, to which Killer whined but didn't push it. Horror then pointed at the woods.

- Vatn.

Before anyone could reply, he opened the way. He had fallen in a bush and heard running water in the distance when he got up, surely there was a river nearby.

- Wait wait wait ! Dust interrupted again, Horror stopping to look at him. We're just gonna accept that we apparently got tossed throught time ? I mean it ain't you guys first time but it is mine ! And I actually have to go back to work !

Cross frowned. Work ? He knew what work meant, but why was Dust talking about work ? Oh, right ! Dust was supposed to be at work ! But he couldn't get back to work now, they didn't even know in what time they were, but surely it wasn't Dust's time anymore as these strange buildings were nowhere to be seen. Cross shook his head, Dust couldn't go back to work for now.

- What do you mean no ? I need the money.

Cross thought for a while, trying to remember the translation for money, and shook his head again.

- Nos sommes denz une altre époque, pas de "work".

He tried to explain, telling him they were in a different time. Dust frowned at him, before sighing.

- Well it's gonna be one fucking long bathroom break then... He mumbled, before following Horror again.

Cross held out a hand for Nightmare but the noble got up by himself, and simply followed the others from a distance, Cross walking behind to make sure no one deviated from the line and no threat appeared.

After only a few minutes they heard running water, and at the next turn around a tree, they saw a small river. Nightmare went to kneel on the shore and put his hands in the water. Killer went next to him, crounching down, and ignoring Nightmare's glare to rummage through his bag and take out a piece of cloth that he handed him. Nightmare looked at it for a while before taking it without saying a word, still bitter that they laughed, and put it in the water to clean his face. Dust stayed near Horror, looking at the trees.

Cross stood back, watching them all, making sure everything was safe for them to stop here.

He really hoped they could find a shelter soon.

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Can I have a fic platonic request of the five beast x child reader who is the virtue of innocence reader is the absolute most precious sunshine ball of all absolutely completely pure and innocent bubbly and very sweet of sunny smile can melt even the coldest heart and make all the saddest go away it see the others as family but then they got corrupted reader become the beast of grief it isolated themselves in the deepest part of beast yeast they cry of pure sadness and grief are still heard trough all beast yeast in those days abs they hide themselves in a place where the rain never stops and any cookie who lives in that place it completely consumed by the grief as it cry in pure sadness non stop how the beast will reach knowing it was their fault the fall of virtue of innocence

Omg- I luv the idea. Besides, been looking for an excuse to write child Y/N cookie for a while. Anyways, one platonic fic coming right up butterfly.

When innocence fades into grief (Child ancient Y/N cookie)

From the beginning what stood out the about most about Y/N cookie was that they were a child, the only child to have been an ancient hero. They hold the virtue of innocence, and that suited their personality almost perfectly. They were kind and happy, sweet and caring, the most brightest bundle of joy to walk on earthbread. To them, there was no such thing as evil that could fully consume a cookie. Not on their watch. Anyone and everyone loved them just as much as they loved everyone.

However, things took a dark turn when the other ancient heroes became beasts and terrorized innocent cookies. Y/N cookie couldn't believe what was happening, they didn't want to believe it was happening. But it was. And they couldn't stop them. They couldn't save them. And that hurt. For the first time in their lives, they experienced just what corruption can do to a cookie. Even the strongest and most good willed cookies can fall and be consumed by this darkness. And now that their friends- no, family was sealed away, they felt a new feeling. The feeling of losing the ones that you loved. The feeling that a part of you is gone and is never coming back. The feeling of knowing that no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much you want to change it, no matter what you do, they're gone.

For the first time in the innocent child's life, they felt grief.

Days that passed after that and all were in fear that the child might be influenced to follow in the footsteps of the beasts. And Y/N cookie feared this, just as much as everyone else did. They visited the silver tree again and again, always whispering words of remorse when they pressed their head against the wood. They didn't know if the beasts could hear them but it didn't matter. As time went by the sorrow and grief built up in them. "Where was the innocence the world held?" they asked themselves. Where did it go?

Soon enough, the feeling consumed them, turning them into a beast. Their tears stained their cheeks like black strings and they're cries were never drowned out by any other noise, not even the thunder. The once joyful place became full of misery, and the cookies decided it was best to leave. Soon the little cookie was all alone. They had no one left. Why must the world be so cruel? Why must the ones they love have to be separated from them? Why?.... why why why?!...

Those who pass by the kingdom of endless rain usually make the mistake of stepping into the miserable lands. They keep moving, and moving, and moving, till the see a little child, clasping a teddy bear tightly and sitting in the middle of the rain, crying. If they ask what is wrong, the child will refuse to look at them. "Stay away" said the child. "Or you'll be pulled down by the storm of my tears." At first, the cookie doesn't take the warning seriously, stepping forward. But soon they're pulled under the flood of sorrows and tears, now left to be consumed by pure grief that they've lost.

[autism-connoisseur]

and and like. last thing. but they could've pulled off making alice and jervis siblings if they had kept it platonic and committed to exploring family obsessions & co-dependency. think supernatural. but more unrequited? it could have been GOOD. an exploration of a somewhat underused dynamic AND it could've kept him off-putting or whatever without making him straight up incestuous.

i have yet to see how they make their dynamic ever though i am Not looking forward to it lol but idk. make them orphans, make jervis the oldest (or maybe twins?) and make him feel like he needs to be responsible for her from a young age. make him grow up too quickly and have him struggle with mental illness while keeping his sister safe. make the weight of his reality too heavy and cruel, have him escape into wonderland books to cope with how unfair his situation is.

not necessarily they need to be homeless, maybe in an orphanage, or going from foster family to foster family cause they don't want to burden themselves with two kids too grown or who aren't willing to be apart or with jervis' schizophrenia (it doesn't usually manifest until mid-20's but then again it doesn't usually completely consume the person the way it consumes jervis in every version, if you couple it with maladaptive daydreaming you're set and anyways this is gotham lol).

make him rely on his sister because she's the only thing he's ever known to stay, make his efforts to keep her innocent as much as possible and allow her to be a child the way he couldn't be turn into this perpetual conception of her as, well, childish innocence and wonder; make him feel like he needs her because his whole life has been about protecting and guiding her, make him feel like reality is dull and bleak without her because he's put every ounce of fun into the time he spends with her and everything else just reminds him of how hopeless and grey reality is. start the comparison to alice from the book and make him start to see himself as the mad hatter, and think it's alright as long as they're together cause a tea party can be just them two.

make her want her own life without him, make her acknowledge that yes, he took care of her, but she's old enough now, and he's just using her to feel good about himself, because he's constructed his identity around her needing him, and she doesn't need him anymore. have her run away, eventually, because he wouldn't understand. make this her going down the rabbit hole, in a way: bored and tired of her older sibling and his book she escapes somewhere new and exciting where she can be herself (the same way it happens in the book).

from then it can be the same: he follows her because he needs her, there's a hole in his life that she left, he needs that special companionship, she refuses to return because he was smothering her, he can't accept that, he hypnotizes someone else to replace her but it isn't her, etc. it would mean none of the other alices would have that romantic implication or whatever and he wouldn't pick them because he likes her like that, rather cause they inspire more of a need to protect in him? which is what he wants from her? someone to take care of, someone who wants him to take care of them and would do it in return?

and sure it deviates from the comics but a) so does making them RELATED and b) the whole rogues gallery is here and bruce hasn't even hit puberty. he's going up against the court of owls at the ripe age of 14 no one here cares about accuracy to comics. like it could have been done :/ and if they weren't willing to do it then WHY MAKE THEM RELATED IN THE FIRST PLACE???

[dayoldbaguette]

okay, one last thing about arcane s2 is how little consequence Vi's pitfighting era ends up having. it really feels like in that act 1 to act 2 time-skip, she's just put in a depression fridge, waiting for someone to snap her out of it, functionally resetting her character arc back to 'my family and/or Cait (depending on the state of her family) is my only motivation'. We never get a satisfying answer to the question of who Vi is without the people she wants to protect, because the writers aren't interested. What answer we're given appears to be 'well, without people to protect she's an aimless alcoholic, so she better not be deprived of those connections or she's got no motives'. So outside of this montage, in season 2 Vi is more or less never on screen without Cait or Jinx. That in turn is what makes her eventual getting back together with Caitlyn seem so bittersweet and feel a little like co-dependency on Vi's part. One is a fully-realized character outside the relationship, the other is a depressing montage that doesn't further the plot in any way (hindering other people's plans is still furthering the plot, I'm not saying her hopelessness has to end in world peace, that would be ridiculous).

Not saying feeling like she's lost all her reasons to keep living has to end well for everyone else, in fact if anything I feel it might've been interesting if her pitfighting era transitioned into a full-on Vi vigilante plot line, where instead of helping the brewing rebellion she tries to hinder it, essentially becoming even more the Vander to Jinx's Silco, except the "Vander" isn't doing it because they don't want the deaths of the people they're fighting for but just out of a misguided attempt to protect the memory of their family further fuelled by spite (I don't see Vi being cool with Sevika, who betrayed their dad, running the rebellion) and the "Silco" instead of being consumed by his greed and spite, instead doesn't really want all the shit that comes with power anyway and is just thrust into being a symbol of liberation due to their selfishness occasionally benefiting Zaun's cause.

Idk, I'm not a writer, I'm just trying to reconcile my love for the first season with my disappointment/grief for the second. If you have any ideas for how Vi's plotline should've gone to give her more agency, feel free to let me know lol. maybe someday I will write a fix-it fic

[pathofreason]

"if you think movies make you bright then go on ig it seems to be working greatly for you" is such a genuinely disgusting and braindead take when movies like 12 Angry Men, Funny Games, The Lighthouse even, etc exist to name some incredibly basic picks exist. Or in general film directors such as for example Stanley Kubrick or Agnès Varda, again very well known and you don't have to dig through trash or waste a lot of time to find their stuff if you don't have the time to do so. Genuinely mind-blowing take especially coming from someone who, like myself, loves literature (mainly a lot of classics) and philosophy, even linguistics. Comfortably saying shit like that is crazy idgaf if it's on a random blog on Tumblr LOL.

What braindead money hungry idiots have been doing in the name of the art that is cinema (Netflix trash as you said, or Mubi bullshit or any director and team not affiliated with those one of my favourite examples being Luca Guadagnino) doesn't take away from the fact that there's people out there, including actors directors writers and so on who are dead, that actually give a shit about what they're making and what they're presenting to the world. One could also assume that if someone says they read books that they're a brainless pig because some of the most popular writers currently are Colleen Hoover and the like, forgive me for not being able to provide actual specific authors but I'm not in these types of braindead circles I'm just unfortunately aware of the popularity of a lack of basic common sense and critical thinking skills amongst this "type" of "story" and the consumers. But that wouldn't be right necessarily, since that type of book is not the only that has ever existed.

Anon's wording is insanely childish and they obviously don't understand that self care (including taking care of your body, this is hard to understand for some people apparently) and enjoying the moment is important for anyone not just women although they're right that women shouldn't promote being a brainless doll (the implications of "I'm just a girl" bullshit) although it doesn't apply to this blog in particular you're not promoting misogyny you're just feminine online and anon is mad about it LMAO.

But what pissed me off way more than anon being an idiot is the implication that watching movies equals you watch (only or primarily) Netflix esque cash grabs that actually require you to turn your brain off, because if you use common sense and have actual critical thinking skills you'd be watching something else, and even if that is not the primary conclusion then the only other option would be that ALL films are some sort of anti-intellectual propaganda.

I'm assuming that you're not some sort of "well actually movies suck and books are much better" or whatever idiot since I remember scrolling past a film recommendations post of yours a few days back, so I don't understand the wording and implications of the answer to the ask/this post. Regardless, this isn't some "personal attack" or whatever against you in particular, the wording (and with that, implications) just pissed me off insanely because I know many people genuinely think that way about cinema as a whole and while like I explained I do agree to an extent about specific things, that mindset is an extreme that is factually wrong and generally just stupid and braindead as hell LMAO.

Anyways like I said, once again, I'm not beefing with you nor am I asking for clarification or anything I'm just using your post (or well that one statement) to expand on a thought of mine. Feel free to ignore this, or add something, or give me film and literature recs of any kind/genre if you feel like it lol, I love asking people that

What's graceful about being ignorant? If you're a self care blog then shouldn't reading, watching movies and educating yourself be a priority? Not just typing "eat veggies!! light a candle!!" with the tag "#coquette" at the bottom. You have impressionable followers and promoting the "I'm just a girl 🎀..." mentality isn't graceful it's ignorant and fueling more misogyny into the world. But I guess it's all about looking cute and making everything an aesthetic huh

you clearly know nothing about me, just because I don't waste my time watching tv doesn't mean I'm not educated lmao

but hey if you think Netflix and movies make you bright, then go on ig, it seems to be working GREATLY for you <3

if you look a little closer, you will see that my content (not just here but also on my other platforms) is packed with posts on literature, philosophy, and classics. I also regularly publish both poetry and essays, AND I also study classics and Latin, so please stfu 🎀

the most misogynistic thing here is you assuming that just because I'm girly and pretty, I have to be dumb lol

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I spent so long on this 😭🪦

[xshinina]

Guess who's back for blood?

[cubbihue]

Hi! this is kinda an art request if u dont mind. And it's angst related, can you draw like where wanda and cosmo obvs have seen for a while how (human) timmy has been treated by his real parents. I just want to see like the "last straw" which lead Cosmo and Wanda wanting them to make Timmy as their own. (IM HAPPY THAT TIMMY HAS A FAMILY THAT LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM)

The "Last Straw"?

Cosmo and Wanda have seen humans at their best. They've seen humans at their worst. They've seen anything and everything that they've gone numb and used to what humans get up to.

But nothing's shaken them quite like Timmy's case did. Nothing has ever made a Fairy feel such strong human emotions than what Timmy made them feel, on that one particular night.

The thing that broke Cosmo and Wanda was Timmy himself.

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[puddingvalkyrie]

9 Fandom Peeps To Get To Know Better

Thank you for the tag @kellodrawsalot

3 ships I like: uuuuhhhh I don't really ship people? And sometimes I am Against my own characters becoming a couple and then they start dating anyway??? (Tyrian and Will)

IDK it's not that I don't ever it's just that it's not a major thing I do? (I'm not against it or anything)

First Ship: Oh gosh I don't know? See above. The first one I remember is Tai and Sora from Digimon. I drew them kissing one time is what I mean. (Do you see what I mean??)

Last Song: The Dungeon Meshi opening... Uh.. Walking Orchestra by Bump of Chicken?

Favourite Childhood Book: Northern Lights/The Golden Compass AND Dragonsbane/Dealing With Dragons (I cannot choose between the two) (The / is because UK title/US title)

Currently reading: Snuff. I am slowly rereading all of Discworld and am up the the Watch books.

Currently watching: Me and husbando are rewatching Gravity Falls.

Currently consuming: Just got home super hungry after work and had some pitta bread with camembert, a slice of tea loaf and some chocolate raisins

Chocolate raisins are so addictive argh

Also what the heck is with tea loaf. Let me tell you about my Quest For Tea Loaf.

There was this cake we used to be offered sometimes in school lunches. It was delicious and served with butter. Some kinda fruit cake. I never knew what kind. I never, ever found it outside of school. And we didn't have it in high school.

I looked for this cake for years, trying any likely looking fruit cake. Nothing. For decades. Then one Christmas my parents get a fruit cake as a present. And. It's the cake. Finally after twenty odd years, this was the cake! I ask my dad to get the recipe. I MUST have the recipe!

So he does not get the recipe.

But he does find out it is called tea loaf. Excellent. The internet will know.

I find an easy recipe. I make the recipe. It LOOKS right. But it tastes wrong. The taste is wrong, the texture is wrong. It's kinda gross, to be frank.

I look up a different recipe. Maybe that was just a sucky recipe (after all, I've had that problem with banana bread).

OTHER recipe says 'wrap it up and leave it for a few days'.

Huh.

I wrap it up and leave it for a few days.

And somehow, magically, it becomes soft and delicious.

This is it. This is the cake!! After twenty odd years of searching!

Seriously though what the heck kind of cake tastes gross until you leave it for a few days?? That is not how cake works! What the heck?! ...anyway that was last year, this is my second attempt at tea loaf. It is perfect. Argh.

Currently craving: Crisps!! I want some so bad and we don't have any! And it's too late to go buy some but I wouldn't anyway because I have only had just over five hours of sleep and just finished a very long day at work. So no crisps for me.

....I don't think this was how I was supposed to do the meme.

I am too tired rn to tag anyone specifically so please do this if you wanna~

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Ty for the tag @rakiah ! ^^

3 ships I like: Ripperonio (IDV), Jamikali (Twst), Marihilda (Fe3h)

First Ship: Syrup x Urara from Precure 5

Last Song: Start a Riot

Favorite Childhood Book: I just remembered about the My Secret Unicorn/ Unicorn School series while thinking of Black Beauty. I don't think I read more than one book from Unicorn School, but I really loved the little illustrations

Currently Reading: the Wreckers Saga

Currently Watching: Earthspark with Pom! Have also been steadily going through SPN for the first time with another friend (I miss Bobby)

Currently Consuming: Biryani!

Currently Craving: to doze under many blankets

Tagging @kellodrawsalot , @thecupcakewritesmorethings , @soup-du-silence , @hirokiyuu , @spliceyblues and anyone else who'd like to! Feel free to join in or opt out (❁´◡`❁)

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DAY 109: happy birthday!