#brainrotting is real

[sxthee]

My blog's just revolving around them now, huh? Gods, there's no escape for this chronic brainrot—

ANYWAY.

You know how when you brainrot on desertduo sm, every song you hear is just about them???? I just had a ponder and invisible strings by taylor swift vaguely represents them???

OKAY HEAR ME OUT—

(Ramble under the cut)

I believe this song can be taken from Grian's internal dialoguing. Like Grian slowly having a soft spot for Scar and realizes he's not all that bad as soon as he slowly got to know him better. Also a great allusion to Double Life that makes use of the "soulmate" thing, wherein that idea is usually represented with strings tied to people (to which where the song will be used!)

Paragraph one. Grian crossed various places just in hopes to find his soulmate (and is walking on grass), and coincidentally, met (or revealed) him surrounded by the greenery. Teal was the color of the shirt could be just his shirt getting wet from the river water that could be visioned as teal-looking. You used to work at to make a little money just basically describes Scar's conman days way back on Third and Last Life, where he would "work" to make a "little money" to which that would be resources.

Paragraph two. Grian was baffled and confused as to how everything fell exactly to where they were at. There weren't any clues to give him a sign of this eventual thing, and for some reason, it's so intriguing. And to him, it's kinda funny at how of all things, he was tied to him. He could not believe that.

Paragraph three. Bad was the blood of the song in the cab (on your first trip to LA) ; clearly, there was somr "hate" in Grian. Hate because he was paired with Scar — someone who's prone to disasters (and whatever Grian has going in with him lmao-) And there was some slight argument between them to which where they should base. Scar wanting to reside in the jungles(?) with the Jellie pandas, and Grian on a hill across Joel and Etho (but it wasnt much of an issue because Scar came to terms with it anyway by creating a compromise himself by bringing the pandad to their base, and it's because he's Scar). While that bad blood part was more on Grian, the "secret soulmate" thing was definitely a bad blood between Scar, BigB, and Grian.

Paragraph four. Now THIS. This is what I believe to be the epitome of the desertduo in this song. As time progressed and they spent more time each other, as what most would agree (and have portrayed them), they would slice each other open out of love, and bleed them out of love, yet they are the remedy to that because they love each other. Like two forces dancing, colliding and creatinf pressure and damage as they draw closer, yet every repel they take would take then closer, to only repeat the cycle again — something like that, that's how their relationship works. And the repetition of the isn't it just so pretty to think all along there some invisible string, tying you to me? Is like something that Grian repeats in his mind over and over again. Yet again, as if he was in disbelief, yet amazed. Like.. "What the hell?" And simultaneously "Wow, he's gorgeous".

Paragraph five. Forgive me if I may have made a mistake in connecting the lyrics to the "canon" story, but as far as I could remember thanks to the desert duo dynamics I see on my feed, Scar was the one who saved Grian, like his blanket — his comfort — amidst the battlefield that they were in. Maybe Grian was still scared of hurting Scar so he pushed him away, yet Scar had his arms warmly open for him, locking away Grian's insecurities by barb wiring, and by forgiving him, and forgetting the past and wanting to move on and live with him in this new life they have. They've gone through so many hardships, and even if they had briefly separated via alliances on Last Life, somehow, they would still wound up to each other's side. (Also, with Watcher Lore being applied + the power of fanfiction, A string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar: it could be Scar pulling or saving Grian from the watchers without hesitation)

Paragraph six. It's not "canon" compliant, since the two of them are just so— (iykyk) Anyway. If we are to restate this into a fanfiction with no angsty ending, we could say that Grian eventually came to terms with the past and is no longer chained to it.

Paragraph seven. It was at this point as if Grian had accepted it that it was kinda a wonderful thing. He was intrigued and found it beautiful that they were tied by a mere string. Scar gave him a hard time (he did too) and misunderstandings and quarrels were created in the process too, but in the end, it still felt like heaven. Blissful. To be by his side.

But of course this is Grian who were talking about. He may have accepted it. But he won't ever openly admit it.

JSNSKFNEJJRNRNR i have no idea if this made any sense, or had i correctly remembered how it goes to connect it to the lyrics. this is literally just all over the place, i apologizeeee JESNFNDNN what are your thoughts about this?? (-v-")7

[feefal]

Physically pains me to work on bigger pieces because my nut sized brain hates stuff that takes longer than a day (but I think miss dead merm over here will be worth it)

[ekko-idk]

Epilogue :)

Yknow the line "he'd speed up my mind when it was sluggish" in the journal 3 lost pages? Yea this is how I think that went

[everkinshi]

Spoilers for mag 92

Jonathan Sims please try to get some sleep 🫶

[transcrawler]

ship so good, a future where they’re safe and retired is called an au

[kazehita]

He has entered the third dimension

he is.. Kind of rigged. The cloak rig in particular is truly a disaster - so much so that for the statue i just poly-modeled it into shape. the topology is also a bit challenged in the joint areas - so he is far from perfect, but I love him and I learned so much making him!!!

[yellowwwcrayon]

I should really go touch some grass

[edelwoodsouls]

thinking about the fact that they made a point to tell us that there are no cameras in the vents. like- lucy gray is a performer, she is always performing, it is her calling and her survival mechanism and when we meet her she literally cannot stop performing because she is always on camera or being perceived- by coriolanus, by the capital, by her fellow tributes and the folks back at 12. but for that one, awful moment, in the vents, watching dill drink the poisoned water she laid as a trap- for that one moment in the whole entire movie, lucy gray isn’t being observed. that is the only moment in the entire movie she isn’t performing for someone else, and she uses it to grieve

[fun-kyto-wn]

this shot is quite literally insane dude I could write a whole essay about it. The director was like “Oh hey guys let’s do a close up on their hands to emphasize the importance of this gesture (as if making someone a mixtape isn’t already romantic enough), their fingers just inches apart to show have close but yet far away they are, that they share these little moments of intimacy but the weight of the unspoken feelings lingers heavy in the air oh and yeah let’s also make it look like the god damn fucking Michelangelo painting.. but nothing to see here.”

[the-celestial-bitch]

my dealer: got some straight gas🔥😛 this strain is called house of leaves😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd💯

me: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit

5 min later: dude i swear the house is 1/4" bigger on the inside

my buddy, will navidson, pacing: our house is God

[hexcrispy]

guys is it gay to gently cling on to your partner after discovering you’re destined to be soulmates in every universe for the purpose of dying hand in hand

[citrenecult]

cat shipping ft. Narilamb and Leshycat

[rin-hayata]

How do they hold the MC

[valenrepetto]

I made more!

🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣DRAGON LANCELOOOOT

(Previous one but worth reposting)

Hellyeeeee

[tsuyonpuu]

and you will surely be the end of me, but how could I 've known?

[zevrra]

—cherry red

virgin!choso who’s never even had his first kiss and he wants nothing more than to experience these uncharted waters with you and only you.

“stick out your tongue a little.” you whisper against his lips after a few heated moments of making out. he’s dazed, chasing after your lips, dark eyes full of lust glancing across your face; seeking for what you want. but he does as you say, letting you kiss him even deeper than before. moans into your mouth with a lift of his hips. already hard and needy. he wants you to touch him more and more, tight and stiff in the pants he wears.

“please. i can’t. i’m—“ he cries into your mouth as your palm finds the tent between his legs. you barely wrap your hand around his cock, stroking upwards towards the head, before he’s cumming beneath your touch. whines and thrusts into your hand that is still curled around him, stuttering through his premature orgasm.

he’s panting, mumbling a soft and sweet sorry, as he leans back against your couch when he comes down from his high. and the sight of him, messy and disheveled, is enough to keep your hand moving. faster and faster against his pants to stiffen him up and drag him into overstimulation, watching tears build at the corners of his eyes as he begs you to stop.

he doesn’t mean it. keep using him to your heart’s content. he fucking loves it.