#but it's a thing

[mossadspypigeon]

jumblr every ten minutes: omg isn't it so funny and cute how we jews argue and disagree! i love that about us!!

jumblr the second they get into an actual argument with another jew:

[murky-tannin]

I just remembered Felp's crush on Pac and it's been entirely recontextualized to me knowing he was There for the Leg Incident. Does Felps maybe not remember due to fuzzyness from the memory wipe? Possibly. If he does though? Hm. What the fuck.

[coldgoldlazarus]

Suddenly remembered a dream I had a few years back about Prime 4. I was in this lush sandstone-y underground area, looked like a greener, less dilapidated and dusty version of Chozo Ruins in some ways? Enclosed roof, but with strategically-placed skylights boring up through who knows how many layers of rock to let sunlight in.

And there were these long, narrow "windows" at eye level, but with really fancy decorative trellis patterns instead of glass, providing views into adjacent rooms. At one point I glanced through one and saw like four or five rooms in a row that all had these trellis windows connecting them; and then hopped into a Morph Ball tunnel that led me to the furthest one.

The place was also laid out ridiculously exacting to a grid, not a diagonal or rounded corner to be seen, and this extended to the etchings in the walls too; almost felt like it could have been made in Minecraft if not for the level of detail. I eventually found a door leading outside to a gulley, and found that aside from some ramps, the entire surface here was also super terraformed to fit into that grid structure; looked like erosion had messed that up in some spots, but for the most part it was eerily regimented. Again going back to the minecraft comparison, unlike that where the terrain generation still makes natural-looking hills and curves even out of meter cubes, here even the layout of the different levels looked really artificial and squared-off. Almost 2D-Zelda-esque, honestly, if rendered into 3D. But at the same time, the amount of like, vines and moss and tall grass and other weird alien shrubs all over the place kept it from feeling creepy, just kinda weird.

The gunship (Classic edition, I think) was parked nearby, and I got into it. Instead of a destination select like in Corruption, though, I just got a cinematic fixed third-person view while controlling it manually, which also had the side-effect of making the surroundings look even more like an isometric game. I slowly hovered up, then turned east (based on the position of the sun; it was early afternoon) and took off, and enjoyed watching more of that weird landscape pass below me. It took several minutes, but finally came to a medium-large canyon, which seemed to mark a border between that terraformed garden landscape, and untouched natural geology.

I tilted my camera down a bit to better see what was ahead of me, and on the other side of the canyon was arid scrublands with cacti and stuff, with a big gradual slope up to a pair of absolutely massive mesas in the distance, so far away that the haze in the air rendered them dark sihouettes against the sky, and towering well above even the Gunships's current elevation. I angled toward the gap between them, and around then was when the dream either shifted to something unrelated, or I just woke up.

[airlockfailure]

For everyone who thinks Hunter lacks personality/character development I'm not going to say you're wrong.

But when you give too much of yourself away for the sake of others, you end up losing yourself and what you could become.

[ricard-blythe-ffxiv]

Realizations

The steady ticking of a grandfather clock.

The normally comforting crackling of the fire, with the occasional pop as a particularly dry piece of wood was consumed by the flames.

The clinking of ice against glass as it gradually melted - fading away in a desperate attempt to keep the amber liquid surrounding it cool. The act of fading away causing condensation to form on the outside of the glass, which dripped down onto Ricard’s fingers - and yet he remained oblivious to it all, his thoughts distracted and focused on a woman in an estate all the way across the city.

Cordelia Gray

Adrian Cress’s long lost daughter. 

Oh, what a sense of humor fate turned out to have. 

He licked his lips before raising the glass, not even bothering to note the watered down taste as he downed what remained within the container, dark eyes settling on flames within the fireplace as he settled the empty glass back on the table once more. 

Within the confines of his own room, within his own home, propriety had long been discarded - his vest and tie laid off to the side, his shirt unbuttoned and open. Fingers skimmed over skin and muscle of his torso and abdomen until finding a rather prominent scar - the lone one that stood out. 

He’d made a decision after the betrothal fell through that he would leave well enough alone, leave the Cress house to their designs and stay away from it all. And then slowly, steadily, he’d been pulled back in. 

Or if he was being brutally honest, he'd walked back into it.

First with the tailing of Damien Gray, and now this.

Cordelia had asked for his assistance, told him of her recently discovered lineage after his Ishgardian network had fallen to shreds and he should have said no. Should have stepped away to rebuild and simply told her that he couldn’t be of assistance to her, and instead…

Instead he’d rolled up his sleeves and gotten straight to work. Said he’d had his concerns, but they could be dealt with later. 

He hadn’t demanded payment, hadn’t set up limitations…he’d been concerned for her and her overall well being, willing to overlook his own discomfort with the news to assist her with whatever she felt she needed.

What the hell was wrong with him??

He shrugged out of his shirt before standing up, walking over and grabbing the half empty bottle of bourbon, forgoing the ice this time as he moved to grab his glass before moving towards the door of the room.

Perhaps a relaxing soak…and another drink…that would clear his head, help settle his thoughts. 

It couldn’t possibly be that there were inklings of feelings for this woman and that’s why he was this invested. 

That would be…problematic, foolish…and gods damn it he knew better than that.

He knew better than to, in a moment of vulnerability, rather than taking advantage of it, express genuine concern. 

But that’s exactly what he’d done.

He’d expressed actual, real concern - with no ulterior motive behind it. 

He wasn’t trying to sleep with her, wasn’t trying to get information or money from her, wasn’t trying to discover where she was hiding anything…he just wanted her to be alright - to be taken care of.

“Fuck.” 

The glass was set down and he carried the bottle with him as he stalked down the hallway. That soak was going to be a bit longer than he thought, as his thoughts just became far more complicated. 

Leave it to a Cress to find a way under his skin…

Mentions: @promethea-silk

[polarisbibliotheque]

Taking my time to answer to all the comments I could find that I haven't answered before when all hells broke loose here hahahaha

BUT!!

If you, yes YOU READING THIS, by any chance commented on something, sent me an ask, sent me a DM, or any sort of interaction and I haven't answered - and even after today I'm going through all my stuff and I still haven't answered you...

There's a good chance I missed it.

You are MORE than welcome to KICK MY BUTT and talk to me again, I WILL answer it!!

(art below: you guys talking to me, me talking to you, everyone not knowing how to be civilized or normal, black and white, Supernatural edition)

[legends-and-savages]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑?

the betrayal

you die at the hands of the person you love most. maybe there are tears in their eyes as they drive the sword into your chest, maybe there is none. there are certainly tears in yours. your mouth will open to ask 'why' only to spit blood instead. you will die never knowing if they loved you at all, wondering if you could've done something to prevent this, or if it was always going to end this way.

Tagged by: @tornreality

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Obsessed with scenes where a character tests another character to see if they're really a certain way (blind, deaf, super-powered, etc.), and are convinced because "You can't fake that reaction."

Because the character is almost certainly NOT that way, and the actor is in fact faking the reaction.

Like a character holding a gun on someone to test whether or not they're really blind, and taking the character not reacting as definitive proof that they're really blind.

Because there's a 99% chance that actor is not, in fact, really blind, and is in fact pretending.

[noco7]

i’m learning i cannot write straightforward fluff for my life... im genuinely suffering from hurt/comfort brainrot, i have been trying to write something uneventful and cute and like this is the 4th/5th time it’s gone slightly angsty for no reason. god. 

[talisidekick]

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

[annwayne]

Back in like. 2015(? what are years) when second pov fics were becoming more of a thing, I was very confused bc the pov to write from and see "yourself as the character" is obviously first pov.

Never mind that I don't ever see "myself" as any character except my own ocs that I write in both first and third pov. And even then, they are more than me. They an be me, but they are more. Even second pov fics, that's an oc and their name is whatever nickname is given to them within the fic or Yn, which is now a name in my eyes.

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[grntaire]

HELLLLLL YEAH!!!!!!!

[willgrahamscock]

not now kitten, daddy's about to have a mental breakdown from seeing the prices at the grocery store

[angelofdumpsterfires]

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[vilea777]

sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour