#anyways I'm very normal about

[romanakeysmash]

I have to change my strategy of recommending The Left Hand of Darkness to people. When I start with the plot summary most of the people think that I'm recommending it to them for Gender Reasons and quickly lose interest.

The truth is that I don't even care that much about the whole Gender part, I'm just obsessed with Ai as a character and Estraven as a character and Ai's and Estraven's relationship and the whole "surviving the ice desert together" thing and the whole "I know exactly what the core part of my life was and I know that it is over and there is no going back and I have to live with the fact that it is over and all the implications of it" part and have I mentioned Ai's and Estraven's relationship (and its queerplatoniceness and the fact that sex would literally made it worse) and...

Anyway, go read The Left Hand of Darkness

for gender reasons or something

[lotus-pear]

lore accurate double black battle scene

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

smth about edwin escaping a red hot hell and meeting a boy blue to the nose with hypothermia.

smth about them clawing their way up the staircases to earth and the attic, dripping with gory blood and ice cold water.

smth about their afterlives being forever imbibed with the colors of each other's death.

[valentjin]

charm point: his nose scrunches :)

[fairyroses]

He was about to kill you, Lex. Or divulge something you didn't want me to know.

— SMALLVILLE, "Forever" (4.21)

+ bonus from "Arctic" (7.20):

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[secretsimpleness]

I am so zen about this. Kallo, Female Ryder (custom) / Mass Effect Andromeda (c) Bioware

[beetlethebug]

chilchuck adamantly insisting every half-foot, especially young ones, put clauses about food and eating requirements within their contracts so they don't get taken advantage of by people who don't understand half-foot biology. so people don't accept that they have to starve to work in this profession. so people don't turn out like him.

[sysig]

Blood sugar levels (Patreon)

[queerofthedagger]

gay people can never be normal it always gotta be some shit like and the thought of their ancient friendship stung his heart

[calware]

thinking about doing a month-long event for the homestuck tumblr community to encourage people to make + post fanworks as well as reblog other people's fanworks.... where people can opt-in by being randomly assigned one of two teams (probably red and blue) so that each team has roughly the same amount of members. teams get points for making fanworks and having their posts reblogged, which encourages people to make posts and also reblog the posts made by their team members. and the top 3 people in each team to get the most points get some kind of reward... hmmmm

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

First edit i've ever made, all for the most pathetic man in the world

Song used: Frontier Psychiatrist by the Avalanches

(Video credits below the cut)

In order:

HOSTILES | A Half Life Short Film [SFM] (by JoAcoNS)

Literally me Soul Freeman (By Soul Freeman)

Combine Hunter | [S2FM Half-Life] (By BottledWehr)

Frightening Dreams || S2FM Animation (by LE Voux)

[SFM] Gordon has not been hugged since before the Black Mesa Incident (By Komegatze)

[SFM] How we used to see Half-Life lore (By Komegatze)

[SFM] How it feels to hear this track in Half-Life 2 (By Komegazte)

[SFM/HL] Morphine Administered (By Sandwicc)

[S2FM] Tears In Rain (By ExitUnAMitch)

The zombie has woken up (By Soul Freeman)

[S2FM] Based (By ExitUnAMitch)

[SFM] Gordon Posts Cringe (By CoreyLaddo)

[SFM] Gordon Recalls the Events of Half-Life: 2 (By Komegatze)

Please go check these animators out, they make such cool stuff

[dasnercaret]

gonna be busy for the next couple forever + working on some Big Projects that'll take a while to be ready for posting, but have some quick little scribbles i've done recently + an isat-style attack portrait for one of my isat ocs! their name is himawari and they use he/they pronouns. and have a katana. because i can

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

little hatchling and Feldspar ::]

rambles in the tags as per usual

[for-tymora]

Wouldst Thou Like to Live Deliciously?

Something something the devil corrupting the divine. There will be more stuff concerning Raphael and Maeve (half-elf cleric Tav) in the future, but I wanted to get this out first!