#bananza

[hornedchick]

Party idea!

Everybody brings some sort of banana dish.

Optionally, wear yellow clothes and/or a cowboy hat.

Call this event Bananza.

[lae-zels]

how do i save wyll from larian's basement

[unwri-ten]

Was doing warmups and wanted to show love to these beloveds aurhgrjhg (designs belong to: @dogiperson and @neon-virus !!

[eyesteeth]

the aromantic love between Carpenter and Faulkner delights me. so much of what they do draws on classic tragic romance, but because they declare their relationship as familial, it refuses to turn romantic.

when Faulkner thinks Carpenter is dead and quickly makes a plan to kill himself, that's Romeo holding the poison at Juliet's grave. when Faulkner looks up at (a hallucination of) Carpenter's back as she walks away from him, it's an inversion of Orpheus and Eurydice. Faulkner dies in water and Carpenter is shot under a willow tree - the two things present at the death of Ophelia. Paige even compares them to bickering parents while she's kidnapped, not to mention the symbolism between Faulkner and the Promised Bride - the white dress on the bed and his white gown, the dead lover killed in battle in Shrue's retelling and him believing Carpenter died in combat multiple times - it's romance all the way down.

even the things they say could be seen as romantic - "it's different if it's you", "hopelessly and helplessly entangled", the whole scene in season one where they confess that they'd thought about killing the other - if they were any other duo of characters they would be prime enemies to lovers material.

and yet, because it's them, it never turns to romance. that is not the term for the love they feel. Faulkner identified that he wanted Carpenter to be his sister, and she reciprocated. it was a genuine love confession, but one devoid of romance. this is a mutual relationship of sibling love, and the intent of that renders any romantic coding null.

and i love it so much. i know what it's like to be deeply affectionate toward someone, behaving in a seemingly romantic way around them, when my feelings are completely platonic and will never turn to romance. and i see that reflected in these characters. Carpenter can talk about how they're fully entangled in each other, never to be separated, and Faulkner can put on his display of devotion to her, and it will never be romantic because it's them. and i feel that deeply in my soul.

[cakemadeofbacon]

Can we decide Christmas bananza boy is just vinny the ventriloquist in disguise

[1-laugh-out-loud-2]

What is Clix's opinion about true crime

Just....be nicer, okay?

Meet Clix!

[veiled-luminosity]

IT'S SWAL'S BIRTHDAY !! LOOK AT THE BIRTHDAY BOY !! HE'S 30 !!! (28 in some AUs)

oh and it's my birthday too ig. hooray?

[lordgrimwing]

In Town #03

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

“Hello, Laurë,” Maryann said, seeing the barefooted child holding one of her little brother’s hands as they looked at the tins of hard candies kept behind a glass display case in the general store. 

The girl glanced over at her and turned away without answering, hunching her shoulders like she didn’t want to be noticed. She appeared as dirty and boyish as ever, wearing a patched pair of pants and an old linen shirt that Maryann was sure she’d seen the oldest child in when he was her size. 

The town school teacher sighed. She felt disappointed, seeing yet another daughter in the community saddled with chores and childcare at the expense of an education and the chance to find more in life than a husband to care for and more children. There was very little she could do about it, though. 

Laurë’s family lived in the mountains. From what people said in town, the family lived there for several generations as active members of the community, and it wasn’t until the last ten years or so after most of them moved away that the remaining members became more reclusive. The father was a suspicious man and rumor had it he was mad as a child and probably still was. He cared not one whit about any social pressure Maryann exerted over the continued absence of his children from the schoolhouse. The mother, a strong woman named Nerdanel, was something of a folk-healer who could be convinced to help when a doctor proved useless or unavailable. She tried speaking with her, suspecting she benefited from some formal education herself and hoped that would make her more open to discussion. However, she was met with a similar stony refusal. By now there was little hope of ever seeing the girl in one of her classes.

“He’s Maglor.”

She started at a voice so close behind her, bringing a hand up to her chest. She turned around and looked up at Laurë’s older brother. Though he couldn’t be older than fifteen, he was already as tall and broad as most grown men in town.

He glared down at her, arms occupied by two heavy burlap bags filled with some kind of drygood the family needed. “Don’t call him that again.”

Who? She didn’t think that was one of the children’s names and she was almost positive the little boy was named Curufin. Did he mean his sister? That didn’t make any sense.

“My apologies,” She said, noticing how his hands gripped the sacs, knuckles turning white. Stepping back to disengage from whatever was going on, she bid a hasty farewell and walked away, heading to the clerk to make her purchases.

[hoidmadeittoearth]

I love this video with every fibre of my being.

More than the actual song.

more than wyfilwma

Just kidding you get the dance of the BANANZA

[awesamkiller]

Get fucking tubed!! Get tubed idiots!! I have more bears in the mail please fuckinf help me

[oflgtfol]

watched kung fu panda 1 for the like 50th time and made some bracelets during it. the two on the right are birthday gifts for two of my coworkers, who share an exact birthday of Tomorrow.

the top right coworker had received a bracelet in the style of the bottom right one for christmas so i shook it up a little with a different charm and with different white beads. the bottom right coworker had received an adjustable bracelet with mostly plain stones for christmas, so just any bracelet in this style was different enough that i just followed the normal pattern

the two on the left are for me :) the black one is yet another black bracelet for myself to wear nigh daily among my other 5 or so black bracelets (plus the pattern sorta gives off spiral vibes at first glance even tho its technically just concentric circles, so tee hee. Spirals <3). the top left is my fave since the colors are so funky but BC theyre so funky i really doubt im ever gonna be able to wear it with literally anything. it also looks way better in person imo. the glass beads on the inside of the dark red beads look like they have little nebulae inside of them <3

[inbabylontheywept]

sometimes i am so righteously convinced of the correctness of my own opinions that i start to talk myself into thinking i'm neurotypical. i'll be like, no, i don't have any strange or unusually intense interests. i like trains exactly the correct amount. you're the weird train-hater. but it's cool dude, i'll still show you my rock collection. this here is feldspar.

it doesn't help that i work with a bunch of old guys that are like "it is perfectly normal and borderline patriotic to put $50 a month into your yearly black friday lego bananza fund."

[bylightofdawn]

Man, I hope people don’t mind random-ass perspective shifts in a chapter because this one has like swapping back and forth between Jaster and Myles pretty shamelessly. I tend to TRY and stick with one POV per chapter but if I can’t, I’ll generally try and swap it at like a major chapter break.

This chapter though it starts out very much from a Myles POV for like….a short bit and then I was like ‘whelp swapping to Jaster. -has him wander out of the room to make a phonecall to Plo- then have him wander back in, speak with Myles and now it’s swapping over to Myles POV for this next part for very important plot reasons.

I myself as a reader, I don’t really care. I DO notice when it’s like a co-written fic where I think people were pretty much just RP’ing and then they just altered it to be a fanfic after the fact. When you can see those major POV shifts from where one author hands off to another. And they don’t quite make the transition as smooth as it could be then I’ll notice cause it stands out sorta like a sore thumb. Again, it’s not anything I’m going to put down a fic for but I do notice those kinds of things.

And typically just for coherency’s sake, I’ll try and stick with one POV for a scene or even an entire chapter.

Then I get outlier chapters like this and get randomly paranoid people are going to notice and or care. And realistically? Who is REALLY going to care about that but me? The neurotic, chronic over-thinking self-catastrophizer that I am?

No one cares, Karen.

And sometimes, you just gotta tell yourself that over and over again until you either believe it or bully yourself into getting out of your own head. Or at times, make it worse and you get stymied cause that 1,000% can happen as well. Ask me how I know?

Seriously, the amount of needless self-doubting and overthinking I will do, ya’ll don’t even see a sliver of that shit show. I will grind to a FUCKING DEAD STOP mid-scene and spend an hour needlessly researching one little point that literally no one but I will notice or care. But can I stop myself from having that almost compulsive need to research and make sure I’m using the right medical term or describing something correctly in hopes one person who might work in that field will notice and appreciate my obsessive need for correctness? Or worse, they are in said field, I fucked it up and then it stands out to THEM as much as a sore thumb?

I cannot be the only person who does this, right?

EDIT: Also? Fanfic writing is not going great this morning, mainly because I am not a morning person so it's hard to fucking FOCUS especially when I'm going on life five hours of sleep to boot.

My brain is an ADHD dragonfly that flits from one topic to another seemingly on a whim. As anyone who looks at my blog and the random amount of reblogs and random bullshit I've been posting the past hour or two can attest.

I'm debating giving up and just taking a shower to try and fully wake up for work because I can barely keep my eyes open and I keep yawning like crazy.

Bleh, sometimes you just can't write and I am trying to get better about being kind to myself when ADHD brain kicks in and I cannot simply sit down and focus on my fic long enough to get more than a few words at a time written.

And that's perfectly okay. It does not make me bad a author or a failure as a writer. I just need to put the fic away and go do something else instead. The words will come eventually.

[eyesteeth]

since it's aro week i just wanna say when i was listening to All Lovers Part As Dust for the first time i was trying to guess the twist and came to the conclusion about halfway through that they were in a former love hotel inhabited by a god or saint dedicated to making people fall in love and/or have sex and carpenter's inclusion in the episode was to foreshadow what was happening as she'd be entirely unaffected by the whole process, essentially doing this

(original image here)

[miginger]

BANANZA!!

[1-laugh-out-loud-2]

Uh, Qvani, mind explaining THIS?

THAT WAS NOT ME.