#but he vascillated

[short666bread]

post-argument, self-indulgent, wallow-y, catastrophic/vindictive self-harm fantasy, he’s so normal

[leham-n-daavocado]

Just finished the third season of Bridgerton (it was an incredibly frustrating watch)...People have said that Penelope is named as such because of her nickname Pen and her being a writer... but has anyone thought of the reference to the Odyssey and Penelope being the wife of Odysseus? You know, she had to be loyal for 20 years while Odysseus gallivanted across the globe and was distracted/cheating on her Circe? I feel like it goes with the whole Polin narrative too. She's the one who had to wait for him to get a clue. And if you've read the Penguin version of the Odyssey, you know everyone is like omg! Odysseus, so amazing, the sacker of cities etc. Which parallels Colin's "glow up". Totally think it's more of a literary reference since the two of them are writers...

[drowningparty]

YES YOU ARE MOONBEAM

[warlordfelwinter]

idk i'm just thinking about that supervillain suit

[skrunksthatwunk]

whaling on my inner self just fucking beating it senseless screaming YOU WILL KEEP LIVING EVEN WHEN IT FEELS IMPOSSIBLE YOU WILL KEEP LIVING EVEN WHEN IT FEELS IMPOSSIBLE YOU WILL KEEP LIVING EVEN WHEN IT FEELS IMPOSSIBLE

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Beautiful.

[dollfairy]

for a while, because of how poorly she treated me/us, I felt a certain satisfaction in how much she clearly felt threatened by me and how insecure she was

but that smug superiority rings a little hollow when the bar is literally so low...am I better than someone who makes potentially life-altering false accusations and seems to have very little grasp on reality at this point? god I'd hope so

[mielmoto]

wriothesley's excitement when you tell him you'll show him all the different teapot realms 🥺 this mans needs some enrichment time OUTSIDE of his enclosure

[msad-confessions]

: want h:m p:tch. : thought we were p:tch fl:rt:ng! but he sa:d he wants me pale? hum:l:at:ng. swear:ng off romance FOREVER.

Damn anon, that is a situation and a half. I'm half stunned and I'm not even involved!

[fairymousse]

St Trina is the best part of the DLC's story

Massive spoilers below cut for the whole DLC

I think that St Trina singlehandedly makes Miquella's story not only make sense, but as a natural conclusion to his character.

Miquella's first title was Miquella the Unalloyed. This obviously means purity and lack of compromise, which would be weird if he had been manipulative all along, and just so happened to have a kinder alter ego. So I think that Miquella and St Trina were in sync as helping the people outside of order (the Haligtree, the cut content Merchant stuff).

But, as Miquella began to plan to become a God, St Trina became more separate. As such, Miquella is usually referred to as Miquella the Kind, rather than the Unalloyed. This is also evident in how the presentation of St Trina varies. The Sword of St Trina reads that:

St. Trina is an enigmatic figure. Some say she is a comely young girl, others are sure he is a boy. The only certainty is that their appearance was as sudden as their disappearance.

In the DLC, Trina is explicitly depicted as feminine, suggesting a split similar to Marika/Radagon. And Miquella discards Trina, with the two crosses associated with her being his doubts and vascilations, but also his love.

Obviously, Miquella has at this point done some horrible stuff that would encourage doubt. There's Mohg, and more explicitly Radahn. That Sword of St Trina I mentioned earlier? You find it in Caelid. There must have been some faith for her there, so she would be seeing the horrors of war and the rot. Then there's more general stuff. Will Miquella be any different from Marika? Will he be able to do good at all? This is not what you want if you need to commit to the path.

So Miquella abandons his doubts and his compassion, and this is his fatal flaw. Miquella is no longer able to change his mind about whether the vow that, (as @drenched-in-sunlight pointed out in their post on the Prattling Pate), could have been incredibly flimsy, and never intended to be honoured. He is no longer able to consider if his age of compassion is even wanted. He is no longer able to even consider Mohg. All of this, is incredibly unlike the original Miquella. A defining feature of Miquella is how he abandoned Fundamentalism, because it couldn't help Malenia. Miquella without his compassion and his doubts, isn't really Miquella.

Miquella the Kind is an ideal. St Trina is the genuine heart, who has been forsaken.

Edit : Here is my follow up post to this.

[girls--complex]

Cringetober 5 is gijinka, and I also throughuew in a cringe meme.

Note that all cars are religious zealots because-- as it is known-- combustion = prayer (rememberance of Apokatastasis) and the ones that have batteries are chanting in angelic language all the time (sounds like ulululululu) That's why he has a veil of prayer and a mark upon his brow, he also is wounded and filthy because he works relentlessly every day to bring pizzas to the undeserving. I call him Anand and see him as a Karm yogi but IDK. My last car named herself the Queen of Diamonds, was a little crazy and vascillated between polytheistic Mahayana Buddhism and a kind of arcane medieval catholicism that was equally concerned with method, images & archetypes, & sacred feminine, but she went bac 2 the wheel of time because her oil delivery system broke

[fleet-off]

So how about Vegas' Pete fixation and his obsession with the mundane. Has he swooned at Pete tying his shoelaces yet? Has he insisted on watching Pete brush his teeth? Has he followed Pete around while Pete's watering the plants, like a weirdo?

Can Vegas be in the room during Pete’s medical appointments can Vegas taste Pete’s sweat after a meal can Vegas put his fingers under Pete’s nostrils while he’s sleeping to feel him snore how would Pete react if Vegas injected saline under his skin—

Thank you for the lovely question, Immy, you know this is a favorite topic of mine. 😅

I just think there’s a pervading amazement with the physical reality of having a Pete in the house and everything that comes with him. And sometimes, because it’s Vegas, that comes out in ways that are invasive and probably too much (not that Pete minds).

So for instance, sometimes Pete grabs his bath towel and Vegas says, “I’ll join you”—only he doesn’t mean sharing the shower, he just wants to sit back against the bathroom counter and watch Pete bathe as the steam thickens the air and makes a gentle labor of breathing. You know?

More broadly, Vegas very much enjoys watching Pete wash up and brush his teeth and shave and do all sorts of little hygiene things. Pete has multiple times found him leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, arms crossed to feign nonchalance, unblinking eyes bright and edged with fascination.

(Pete would not say that Vegas follows him around like a cat, but only because Vegas would sulk if he did.)

At some point—to Vegas’s delight and Macau’s dismay—Pete stops locking the bathroom door altogether.

Many such cases, especially in the early months. Vegas has an uncanny sense of what Pete’s doing in the next room, based purely on the little grunts and hums he makes as he goes about his day. Vegas hates Pete's cheap instant coffee but he fucking loves to watch him drink it, will stroke his throat to feel him swallow. Vegas sends Pete photos shot from a distance sometimes, specifically so he can watch the motion Pete’s fingers do when he zooms in on a picture on his phone. (Sometimes he takes Pete’s hand in his and imagines how his fingers look under the skin.)

Pete vascillates between feeling bemused, flattered, and slightly flustered about all this. There is something in satiating Vegas’s desires just by dint of existing in his presence. Pete’s only ever been worth what he’s capable of doing--never simply what he is and how he’s known.

[rwbyvein]

Double Rainbow: Beholden

Jaune: I believe in treating Faunus equally.

Blake: You have Ilia in a leash.

Yang: Like, literally.

Jaune: What I do in my own home is my business.

Blake: Even if it's treating a woman like an animal?

Ilia: *skins flushes red as her spots turn pink*

Blake: That's discrimination!

Jaune: If I had a Human girlfriend, I would treat her the same. That is, assuming...

Yang: Assuming what?

Jaune: She was as kinky as ilia.

Blake: *offended*

Yang: *vascilates between offended, curious, and aroused*

Jaune: Alright, if we're going to talk about this, the porch probably isn't the best place.

Jaune: *steps aside and gestures for them to come in*

* * *

Jaune: *sitting on the couch with Ilia curled up beside him as he pets her*

Bumblebee: *sitting on the love seat opposite them*

Blake: Do you HAVE to do that?

Jaune: I'd offer you tea, but you seem like you want to yell, so...

Yang: So, you?..

Ilia: *sits up enough to look Yang in the eyes*

Ilia: Do you know how warm and enthralling his hugs are?

Blake: Is that really?..

Yang: I have been wondering. He looks like a good hugger.

Jaune: I have a LOT of sisters. Being good at hugging is not just essential, it's mandatory.

Blake: *looks at Yang, who's eagerly looking at Jaune*

Blake: I'm not saying you can't hug him.

Ilia: Then what ARE you saying?

Blake: I'm just a little pissed off right now. We can hug later.

Yang: I'll hold you to that.

Blake: . . .

Blake: I... I wasn't...

Ilia: Not saying you just lied to your wife, are you?

Blake: *irate silence*

Ilia: *sighs and sits up fully*

Ilia: Look. I'm happy.

Blake: *glare*

Ilia: Really happy. More happy than I have ever been in my life.

Blake: And... that comes with a leash?

Yang: And not-heavy petting?

Ilia: His opinion of me means more than the entire rest of my life.

Blake: *angry glare*

Ilia: We were in the White Fang?

Blake: . . .

Ilia: It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Blake: . . .

Ilia: You got out, I didn't. You made the right decision, I made the wrong one.

Blake: I only got out when I realized how much of a monster Adam was.

Ilia: I saw the same things, and didn't.

Blake: . . .

ilia: I was an assassin. You were a nepo-baby.

Blake: I was!..

Ilia: The daughter of the founders of the White Fang.

Blake: I was a...

Ilia: I loved you.

. . .

Ilia: You didn't have to do the dirty work that the White Fang needed. I did.

. . .

ilia: You were right, I was wrong. I had to find a way to be right?

Blake: And that was Jaune?

Yang: And that was being on Jaune's leash?

Ilia: What do you want me to say? You didn't call before coming over.

Yang: Yeah, we kind of did that, didn't we?

Blake: You're not justifying this, are you?

Yang: *thinking dirty thoughts*

Yang: Justifying?..

Ilia" We have no reason to justify this.

Blake: *shocked look*

Yang: *proud of the courage that took*

Ilia: Is he abusing me? No.

Blake: But?..

Ilia: Not even psychologically. He's been nothing but supportive. Even when I was distant. Even when I completely failed socially. Life is simpler this way.

Blake: . . .

Ilia: I had no idea how to live my life.

Blake: And Jaune does?

Ilia: Does he?

Jaune: *nervously looks away*

Ilia: Even if he doesn't for himself, he does for me. Once I figured that out, I found one for him.

Blake: *looks at Yang, seeing her look of longing*

Yang: Truth. Kinda jealous.

Blake: You want Jaune to give you a reason to live?

Yang: . . .

Blake: Yang?

Yang: I pleac the fifth of tits.

Yang: *leans towards Blake, giving her a great look down her cleavage*

Blake: *stares*

Blake: *shakes her head*

Blake: Your tits won't spare you this time.

Blake: *looks at Ilia:*

Blake: Besides, I'm sure Ilia wouldn't...

Ilia: I wouldn't be sure.

Blake: *stunned*

Ilia: I am content. More content than I have ever been. So content that I know Jaune will always be there for me. He will always have room in his heart for me. In his bed. In his head. In his arms.

Blake: Even if there's another woman.

Ilia: Yes, well, his arms are really big, and I'm as tiny as the ice queen.

Yang: *snickering*

Ilia: Even with Yang's tits, he'd still have room for me, and rest of your team.

Yang: And... the bed?

Ilia: It really depends on how much cuddling you are prepared for.

Blake: . . .

Yang: And?..

Ilia: Before Jaune, I've never been attracted to men.

Yang: And now?

Ilia: Only Jaune - and women.

Blake: And... Jaune?

Jaune: She's cute and sexy. She'll do anything I want in bed.

Blake (incensed): And?! That's it?

Jaune: Even if I just want to cuddle.

Blake: *confused*

Jaune: She supports me in anything I do. Even if I want to go home and crash. If I'm feeling down long enough to be...

Jaune: *looks at Yang*

Yang: Depressed?

Jaune: She knows when to step in. When to lift me up.

Blake: *looks at Ilia*

Blake: And... you're happy with this?

Ilia: I'm literally defending him putting me in a leash. Honestly, it was my idea.

Yang: Really into it?

Ilia: At first, I thought it would make him happy. You know?. housewife play.

Yang: And?

Ilia: He liked it. *pause* I liked it more. In all honesty, it made me feel?..

Blake: *eager trepidation*

Yang: *earnest eagerness*

Ilia: Like it was a promise, that he would take care of me for the rest of his life.

Yang: *points to her left ring finger*

Yang: Or. You know? Put a ring on it?

Ilia: *dismissive look*

Ilia: Neither of us are fond of the government.

Yang: Still. Giant diamond?

Ilia: *no response*

Yang: in case you need quick Lien.

Ilia: *dismissive utterance*

Ilia: *rolls her eyes*

Ilia: I was an assassin. Like I don't know how to make quick cash.

Yang: . . .

Ilia: Not by killing people?

Blake: Robbing is also not that...

Ilia: Would you really be upset if I stole from the Schnee Dust Company?

Blake: *thinking*

Blake: I am much closer to Weiss.

Ilia: I am... acquainted... with much worse individuals.

Yang: Wouldn't they, you know?.. retaliate.

Ilia: I know how to take enough for them to not risk coming after an assassin. Especially not one who lives with one of the most powerful Huntsmen on Remnant.

Blake: Wouldn't they retaliate against him?

Ilia: They think I'm just doing this as part of a cover.

Blake: Why would they think that?

Ilia: I told them. It was an obvious lie, but it's amazing how many obvious signs people are willing to ignore to prove what they want to be true. As far as they know, I still have my - extensive - contacts.

Yang (sarcastically): Like the White Fang?

Ilia: Ghira was in the White Fang.

Blake: Was.

Ilia: As far as they know, it was just an internal conflict. A cleaning of the house. The rightful mob boss taking out the young upstart. Very conspicuously.

Blake: But.

Yang: Like she said, it's what they want to believe.

Ilia: This also protects him. As everyone thinks he has a bunch of assassins and sleeper cells ready to jump in a moment's notice.

Blake: Why? How?

Ilia: How did the White Fang do what they did?

Yang: They kind of had help.

Ilia: Most people don't know that, or care. As far as they are concerned, the White Fang was the one that did it.

Blake: And. Everyone else was helping them?

Ilia: Now she's getting it. You were always so naïve. I cannot believe how much I loved you. It seems... so distant... like a horny child. I loved the idea of you. So much that I couldn't see the real you.

Yang: So, that's my...

Ilia: Jaune has never run out on me.

. . .

Ilia: Truthfully, he knows I will always find him.

Yang: He doesn't seem to hard done by it.

Ilia: Maybe it's because I let him to EVERYTHING he wants.

Blake: *nervous*

Yang: *eager*

Jaune: Including being fine with things I don't want to do.

Yang: Like what?

Jaune: Anal.

Yang: Not every guy wants to take it.

Jaune: Or give it.

Yang: Yo? What?

Jaune: *leans back in the couch*

Jaune: It's not something I need to justify. And she's never wanted me to. It also doesn't hurt that she's probably suck me off in front of you, if I wanted.

Blake: *nervous*

Yang: *eager*

Ilia: Morals... have never been... my strong suit.

Yang: So, you just let Jaune decide for you?

Ilia: Yes.

Yang: What, seriously?

Ilia: We don't need you to understand every aspect of our relationship. Or approve of it.

. . .

Yang: What do you want?

Jaune: For you to call before you come over.

Ilia: Or try to ignore the collar and leash.

Blake: . . .

Yang: And if I don't ignore, and instead am kind of jealous?

Ilia: Agree to do what Jaune tells you, and he can collar you, too.

Blake: *shocked*

Yang: *envious*

Yang: *nervously looks around*

Yang: *nervously sits back*

Ilia: *looks at Jaune's crotch before looking back at Yang*

Ilia: He's kind of... eager. Would you mind?

Yang: Go ahead.

Blake: YANG!

[mermaidinthecity]

What keeps you up at night?

It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it’s irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.

Maybe it’s that one urgent question you meant to ask someone years ago but didn’t. Someone that slipped through the cracks in your history, and they’re too far gone now anyway. All the ghost ships that have sailed and sailed away, but at this hour, they’re anchored in your harbor. They sit with flags waving, bright and beautiful. And it’s almost like it’s real.

Sometimes sleep is as evasive as happiness. Isn’t it mystifying how quickly we vascillate between self love and loathing at this hour? One moment, your life looks like a night sky of gleaming stars. The next, the fog has descended. Suddenly you’re in the town you left behind all those years ago. The trees of your youth with the phantom memory echoes of your belly laughter, and the rope indentations of your old tire swing still on the branch. All the phone numbers you still know by heart but never call anymore. The boy’s devastated face as he peeled out of your driveway. The family man he is now.

What must they all think of you.

Why can’t you sleep? Maybe you lie awake in the aftershock of falling headlong into a connection that feels like some surreal cataclysmic event. Like spontaneous combustion, or seeing snow falling on a tropical beach. A lavender haze crush that feels like the crash of a wave.

Or was tonight the night you realized how solitary, how alone you really are, no matter how high you climb. The elevation just makes it colder.

Some midnights, you’re out and you’re buzzing with electric current – an adventurer in pursuit of a rapturous thrill. Music blaring from speakers and the reckless intimacy of dancing with strangers. Something in this shadowy room to make you feel shiny again. On these nights, you know that there are facets of you that only glow in the dark.

Why are you still up at this hour? Because you’re cosplaying vengeance fantasies, where the bad bad man is hauled away in handcuffs and you get to watch it happen. You laugh into the mirror with a red wine snarl. You look positively deranged.

Maybe you were trying to mastermind matters of the heart again. You’ve gotten lost in the labyrinth of your head, where the fear wraps its claws around the fragile throat of true love. Will you be able to save it in time? Save it from who? Well, it’s obvious. From you.

We lie awake in love and in fear and in turmoil and in tears. We stare at the walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t – right this minute – about to make some fateful life-altering mistake. This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve…we’ll meet ourselves.

See you there. Midnight sharp.

Taylor

— Taylor Swift, Midnights (2022)

[ripplestitchskein]

I keep rearranging the scenes in my head to see where they could potentially fit. One way is the scenes where Stolas appears mad and like he’s sarcastically reacting to Blitz in the garden with the robe could be at the beginning of Full Moon. The reason I didn’t immediately put it there is it doesn’t jive with the context of Stolas’s song and the issues we’ve seen in Look My Way. It would be very emotional whiplash if he was being snarky or rude to Blitzø about Blitz’s seeming indifference only to sing about what a monster he is for trapping him in a transactional deal, ya know? But there is also a part of me where it could make sense as another potential misunderstanding. That scene also doesn’t fit after Full Moon for me because that seems to be sad boy hours all around and I don’t see Blitzø going back to Stolas after the crystal confrontation and Stolas being in anyway not happy about it?

Stolas is unmedicated it appears, he’s run out of his pills so he’s all over the place. Been there buddy. He could be vascillating between hurt that Blitzo doesn’t appear to care about him and guilt for “trapping” him. He still appears to be injured as well so there may be an element of anger that Blitzo just comes by for the book. He sarcastically agrees to renew thier Full Moon deal, maybe gets sloshed and then later wakes up sick and feels bad about it leading to his part of the duet and freaking out about giving Blitzo the crystal.

Meanwhile Blitz picked up on none of those cues, just like Stolas didn’t pick up on Blitz’s at Ozzie’s and is honestly and genuinely giddy and excited about their upcoming rendezvous, making pancakes and singing and ignoring the complicated in favor of the sexy. Dumping his work on Moxxie, dressing up, going to Fizz for something special. Meanwhile Stolas is having a manic episode about it. Hiding in the fridge, hiding in his blankets, etc.

Stolas is so overwrought he doesn’t fulfill his Full Moon duties. He gets called in by the Ars Goetia, and that’s where the disgrace line comes in from the Paimonesque figure. I could see Vassago comforting him perhaps, being a shoulder to lean on and Blitzø showing up all dressed up with his candle and then they have their confrontation about the state of their relationship. Or the other way, Stolas and Blitz have it out and that confrontation is witnessed by someone and that Stolas used his grimoire for that purpose and the Disgrace line is after and sets up Stolas’s fall from grace for the rest of the season.

My fanfic actually follows a similar trajectory but different situation so I’m not sure if I’m putting the pieces together in this way because of that preconception or not.

[squeeb100]

scrubbed through the totk trailer on 0.25x speed and here are things that intrigue me

Skydiving past a big ol' building - dungeon???

What's goin' on in Hateno village? My first thought is 'rocket/firework launchers' but who can say

Settlement building up in castle town ruins? Or did we set up camp with our friends?

TUBES EVERYWHERE BY GOD WHAT ARE THEY FOR? (my guess is for getting up in the sky). Also the return of zonai green swirlies

Thunderhead

what's this emerging from the sand? Dungeon? Arbiter's grounds? I will be throwing out some wild guesses today

DEMISE!?

dungeon?

i like how he gets in the bubble not much else to say

my screenshot is ass but link seems to be wearing some kind of red flight suit here

BOAT??? In SKY???

My guess is that this is early game link being taken somewhere for mechanics reasons but idk. Also he vascillates between his champion's tunic and his new outfit throughout the trailer which is interesting.

THEY ARE HERE we'd seen them from artbook but here they are. Who? Idfk

Please epona please epona please epona

Note the dungeon-like area and also the horrifying construct boss emerging from the wall

Time travel confirmed?

In the vein of time travel....master sword whole and in its pedestal, and the hand that eventually reaches for it looks like link's but is not greenie

Their chest is a face to me

Zelda sheikah tear or ???

"I fused a shield to my sword!" Can i put a mushroom on the shield if it's already on the sword

Idk what this is but i enjoy it and hope it can LAUNCH me

Again not really sure what's going on here but by god is he rolling and exploding

maybe the real playable zelda is the friends we made along the way

New rito friend but ALSO lots going on in the background here. Towers and boats

Finally. Crush Him.

Rocket launcher

rave machine

UHHHHHHHHHHH does this live in the thunderhead or is it a boss or what

a TEAR OF THE KINGDOM?

that right arm of yours ashitaka

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