#brain ramblings

[bubonicbirb66]

Do y'all think Odysseus made graves from sticks for his fallen crew when he was on Calypso's Island BC he never got a chance to bury them on the journey

[sircocas]

as someone who is coming back around to the 2000s emo music, it is so bizarre how PatD evolved

they went from doing, well, whatever they were doing in 2006, to collaborating with DISNEY on a credits song for a DISNEY PRINCESS MOVIE

FOB also had weird collabs as time went on but at least theirs make more sense, they're not working with the Soulless Corporation (tm)

(that or my bias to FOB is noticeable because they were basically the only stuff i listened to in highschool)

[blackgirlwatchesthings]

If I could just know when Namor started watching the Wakandans I would be more comfortable. In my mind, he had seen Ramonda at that river a few times, but finally decided to come out when Shuri was present after Shuri expressed her desire to burn the world. So he heard that and saw his reflection and saw a kindred spirit but also saw someone he could connect with. Shuri seems to see the vision in offense whilst Ramonda's interest is in defense.

I wish I knew how they were able to follow Okoye and Shuri. Not knowing how they're gathering information is so...the ambiguity really hurts me. Namora and Attuma were going to take Riri no matter what, but Shuri offering herself was never part of the foreseeable plan? Anyways, I guess it's obvious Namor wants Shuri by his side.

I'm inclined to think that Namor expected Shuri to see how he takes care of business and feel a similar kinship and desire for him, to match his own for her. However, Shuri protecting Riri wasn't something he accounted for. From what we've seen, Namor probably thinks revealing Wakanda had nothing to do with Shuri and that she's as angry at the outside world as he is. He didn't understand why Wakanda revealed itself and is just as confused at Shuri protecting Riri. The bracelet on the shell phone...he would offer Shuri his hand in exchange for Riri. Proof that she would protect his people. But Shuri is not willing to give up Riri. Instead, she offers herself, which is Namor's endgame anyways. The quid quo pro has been all mixed up. When it was once "You give me Riri, I give you me" from Namor is now "You don't take Riri, I give you me" from Shuri. To Namor, this must have seemed so simple in his head before it all went down because he doesn't know Shuri. He only knows one side - the grief stricken side that wants to burn the world. But he's starting to see her empathetic side now. Because if you think about it, Riri could help Wakanda find Talokan and Namor can't have that. That offer goes beyond tactics Namor. And he takes a leap of faith to show Shuri Talokan and persuade her to his side.

As he shows her Talokan he is constantly looking at her. "What does she think? Does she see what I see? These are my people. Does she like them? Does she see the beauty? Can I trust her? Is she real?" And she does. And then they are able to express a vulnerability in the cave. And the bracelet...she gave him something no one else has been able to give him and he offers the bracelet. Namor has fallen for her genuinely, but Talokan is still vulnerable if Riri goes back because Wakanda could use her to find Shuri and Talokan. His duty still remains despite his selfish desires. Through that weakness, he appeals to her rage once again and promises her companionship despite it. "Let us burn the world together."

Namor had taken the leap of faith and was blindsided by Shuri's disappearance. His people were killed. To feel so foolish and bettayed, to be called out by Namora, to feel the danger of Riri's device and now Shuri after seeing Talokan to be ever present! Duty takes center stage and he attacks Wakanda and promises to come back if they don't yield.

That's the end of my analysis. Namor was probably cradling the shell phone like "please don't make me kill you" and then Shuri enacted her plan before time was up. Idk if only Namor had taken Shuri with him when he went to see Ramonda or something!!

[temporalteardrop]

bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time

[lord-m]

pathetic isn’t really a word I‘d use for colin bridgerton. simon rather dying than marrying daphne was pathetic. anthony going through with marrying edwina until SHE mustered the courage to call everything off was pathetic.

colin contemplating his feelings, calling out his male acquaintances for their chauvinism, seeking advice from his mother and then immediately taking action and putting himself out there without even knowing if his feelings are reciprocated is the complete opposite of pathetic. that requires a whole lot of bravery.

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

POV: you're into STEM/research and something happened in your field of work that gave you trauma and memory issues.

[o0kawaii0o]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING 🗣🗣🗣

[la-pheacienne]

I'm reading the lord of the rings and I'm once again amazed at how... good most characters are. Like, they are genuinely good people. They are a bunch of kindhearted, gracious, caring people, coming together under adverse circumstances and trying to figure things out and find a solution and support each other through it all. Like Frodo and Sam meet Faramir and Faramir is a bit suspicious at first and kind of implies Frodo may be a spy, and then when he hears his story and he's like Frodo, I pressed you so hard at first. Forgive me! It was unwise in such an hour and place. And this blows.my.mind. He wasn't even particularly mean or threatening to him in the beginning, he's just such a kind, considerate man, recognizing the kindness and honesty of another man. And they're all like that. Even Gollum starts slowly changing (for a short while) when he encounters Frodo because that's the thing about kindness and humility and grace, they are contagious. They transform people, even a creature like Gollum cannot be immune to that. Like, you may consider all this simple and basic and I get it but, hear me out. It is quite rare to see that in modern media and it is also pretty difficult to pull off in a way that is not corny and simplistic. It is mind blowing that you actually don't have to present the entire palette of human cruelty and vice in order to tell a compelling story, contrary to popular belief. Lotr does the exact opposite, and it is just beautiful and it warms my heart. Especially taking into consideration tolkien's pretty grim growing-up experience, him being a double orphan without a home, raised between an orphanage and a priest and having no family apart from his brother and then the war and then he almost dies and then he's poor as hell and then a second war and it all makes sense somehow. He writes to his wife who is also an orphan two days before the marriage "the next few years will bring us joy and content and love and sweetness such as could not be if we hadn't first been two homeless children and had found one another after long waiting" and, yes, yes! The love and sweetness just radiate from his work, the entire lotr series is a little radiant bubble of hope and love and grace that he imagined in his head to deal with a dismal reality and then he just gave that to the world, and isn't that what imagination and art is all about after all?

[piecesofbrokenrecollections]

AJ: AA is 50% Apollo trying too hard to sound cool in front of Klavier and 50% Klavier twirling his hair in reaction to it

[puppyeared]

isat playthrough moodboard

[balimaria]

one day, I will set this right

[moltengoldveins]

something about the idea that c!tommy, at the end of things, dyes his hair pink. He lets it grow out, braids it back once it gets to the point where just throwing a hat on won’t fix it anymore, and one day he looks in the mirror and sees Techno staring back at him. Just for a split second, he’s there in the glass, and it’s like a bolt of lightning, Tommy scrambling through his chests looking for pink dye or flowers or something. The first dye job is atrocious but he keeps trying, keeps mixing red and white and blush pink until he gets that exact damn shade, the one he used to wonder why Techno kept at all. It was a liability, he thought, a bright, recognizable color even in darkness. Now, every two weeks, he sits on a stool in his bathroom and paints his roots and smiles at his brother in the mirror. He wears sweaters, now, too, big baggy ones under great leather overcoats to keep out the rain. And if he pulls that one thread on the cuff of every coat that was always loose on Wilbur’s jackets because he’d scrape his guitar calluses against the hem, then that’s nobody’s business but his own. He keeps a brimmed hat for when he goes into town, something kind and green, to shade his eyes and hide the fact that he hasn’t washed his hair in a few days and the roots are starting to grow out white and gold. He feeds the crows and they whirl and tumble around him like leaves in the wind, though he can’t understand what they chatter to him. He walks with a cane, he sings as he works, he carries the Ax of Peace.

At the end of it, he is the last and best of them all. He is every good part of them, held like a passed torch after they’ve gone away. He is not quite happy yet, but he is getting there. And honestly? He’s the spitting image of Technoblade.

[deviouz]

jason todd who fucks you harder when you try to refrain from making any little sound, any lewd facial expression, any telling that he’s got you practically soaking his cock with your arousal. you might try to hold back from letting him know just how well he’s fucking you, but your eyes always tell. they get glazed over and half-lidded with blown out pupils. god, there’s nothing he adores more than seeing them widen, seeing tears well up in your waterline after a particularly well placed thrust.

he’ll cage you in between his arms and look deep into those pretty eyes with a smug smirk plastered on his face, give you no where to look but at him. he’s got your body shuddering with every thrust, hands desperately grasping anywhere but him to find reprieve, but that plan inevitably falters. arms wound around his shoulders, body bucking upwards with every punctuated thrust, jason finally manages to break you. he’s got you damn near screaming on his cock in a matter of no time, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[lazylittledragon]

taking all my american followers by the shoulders. listen to me. just because you have a more promising candidate now doesn't mean you just assume it's going to be fine and don't bother voting. assuming trump wasn't going to win is how you got here in the first place so you go out and fucking vote for harris and give everyone a fighting chance.

also if you're still in the 'they're both as bad as eachother' delirium, please take your head out from between your cheeks and consider that your options are an imperfect president and the literal worst person alive who is going to get masses of people killed. i've said it like this before, but it's like deciding between maybe getting food poisoning or definitely having a brain aneurysm. take your pick i guess but don't be surprised when you drop dead.