#cage lampshade

[antigonick]

Do you have any recs for more obsucre experimental poetry?

Not particularly obscure, no, but some who experiment with what writing can do and that I love: obviously Anne Carson (particularly Fragments of Stesichoros, Variations on Ibykos, Decreation), Alice Oswald (particularly Memorial and Nobody), Hanif Abdurraqib (his work on voice and pacing is phenomenal; everything is worth a look, but A Little Devil in America is a good first pick), Frank Bidart (more so his early work, like The Book of the Body), Natalie Diaz (less about format and more about thematics: the way she uses eroticism as political is just--mwah; see Post-Colonial Love Poem), Rainer Maria Rilke (the most abstract of his writings are also most extraordinary--see Sonnets to Orpheus; in English, Crucefix is lovely and unique in his takes on the text); Emily Berry and Rebecca Lindenberg have the same sort of cheeky experimenting with format and lacunae that I enjoy, though not everything is strong--see especially Letter to Husband by Emily Berry and Love, a Footnote, by Rebecca Lindenberg; Gertrude Stein (Tender Buttons obviously); OBVIOUSLY too E. E. Cummings, everything he's ever written, because he's a fucking GENIUS. Okay. And not technically advertised as poetry, but two things: John Cage's letters to Merce Cunningham (his attempts at translating music-feeling into written meditations are so thought-provoking), and fiction-camouflaged poetry--Faulkner and his experimentations with point of view. I learned a lot about what writing could do in The Sound and the Fury. Finally, experiments in translation are an amazing way to rubik's cube a text and put its intersubjectivity at the forefront: see Andal's sacred poetry doubly-translated by Ravi Shankar and Priya Sarukkai Chabria in Autobiography of a Goddess, Anne Carson's own works which I've already cited (her work in liberal translation is usually better than the solely authorial stuff, though usually translational and authorial are irretrievably linked in her writing anyway--a good example is her Bakkhai); feminist, anti-racist or anachronical works of translation, which challenge the idea of "faithfulness" and lampshade translator's subjectivity (no, not Ezra Pound: leave Ezra Pound on his shelf, we're good); if you have French, Olivier Py's translations of Shakespeare for the stage--much more exciting and baroque (and queer) than what Bonnefoy did, even if Bonnefoy's own poetry is quite striking. He's timid with Shakespeare, and that's a disservice. Oh, poetry-as-theatre and definitely experimental: Sarah Kane, too, though she's hard to go through. She explodes writing and expression though, and it's extraordinary.

That's all that comes to mind for now; I hope something in there strikes your fancy!

[avasghost]

FOREIGN BIRDS: WIP INTRO

its finally here. the new wip. i haven't made a wip intro since i started ested in like june 2021 and i honestly forgot how this works but i'll try my best to make it coherent.

first thing i should clarify for those of you who didn't see this post, this used to be @/rowansghost, but i started using the name silas instead, so that's why my url looks shitty now.

TW: suicide, addiction, death, grief, manslaughter, ghosts

disclaimer: this is my original work. plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated.

genre: literary fiction

time period/setting: 1970s, somewhere in canada, small coastal town

projected word count: 50k

pov: first person retrospective referral (with shifts into present)

plot/concept: foreign birds follows 22-year-old martin, who drops out of college and decides to move back to his hometown after accidentally killing his best friend, gabriel. he never wanted to go back to his hometown again, but decides to stay when he meets rainey, who he ends up moving in with, while all the time he's harbouring his secret and hoping he doesn't become a suspect for gabriel's death. the story is told from the pov of his ghost after he kills himself, when he returns to haunt rainey's house. it is his apology to her, where he tells her all the things he never said and all the things he'll never be able to.

aesthetics/vibes: dusky blue light, house parties, smoking a cigarette in the bathtub, neon lights, bruises, ceramic dishes, a quiet apartment, a damask carpet, tv static, soft yellow porch light, playing records, medication bottles, the halo of a streetlight, rosary beads, humming powerlines, a box of matches, a living room full of birds in cages, red wine, thinking you see an angel, neon diner signs, pulpy orange juice, a buzzing ceiling fan, disco light, the orange cast of a lampshade, empty church pews, the scent of a lit match, pale yellow kitchen tiles, blue veins, jittery radio voices, sitting at the kitchen table at 2am, motel rooms, laundromats, cigarette burns, refrigerator light

CHARACTERS

i have several characters planned for this book but i'm not quite sure how they'll play into the story yet, so i'm just going to include the most relevant three for the sake of your attention span.

martin

22

intj, enneagram 3w4

photographer

slightly long dark brown hair, light brown eyes, 5'11, very skinny, pale, fashionable, wears sunglasses a lot

kind of narcissistic, will manipulate people for his own gain

actually cares a lot about rainey and struggles between choosing her or choosing himself, like he's used to

charming, emotionally detached, manipulative, secretive, obsessive, independent, intelligent, loyal only to a few specific people

burnt out gifted kid, has been called a waste of potential

likes going to parties despite being very introverted

considers himself above other people due to their neglect for him growing up, feels like he deserves better and especially did when he was a child, and that he doesn’t need them because he’s grown superior and now he can retaliate by using them before they use him

in a downward spiral that eventually ends in his suicide

rainey

23

entp, enneagram 8w7

journalist

long red hair with bangs, dark brown eyes, 5'3, dresses like she's richer than she is

assertive, innovative, outgoing, autonomous, outspoken, stubborn, passive-aggressive, confrontational

a lot more successful than martin

trying to support martin and help him get better, knows he doesn't tell her as much as he pretends to, doesn't find out his secrets until the night before his suicide

obsessed with tropical birds, has several birds in cages in her living room, cares for them more than she cares for most people

also has a cat

gabriel

22

martin's best friend/boyfriend (but it’s the 70s so nobody knows about that) who he accidentally killed

infp, enneagram 4w5

art student

dead in the fictive present, but is a very prominent character in flashbacks

curly black hair, dark skin, light brown eyes, 5'9

not very developed yet, i'll probably get more details for his character when i start writing his scenes

and that's what i have for this so far! i actually started writing this book a few days ago, and am ~1000 words in wish me luck. i still haven't decided if i'm going to do writing updates for this book, but i think i will since it's not supposed to be that long, so i can maybe post one every 5-10k words. that is as long as i remember to, which is unlikely based on my history of promising writing updates that never arrive.

the end

— silas

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[sineala]

Superheroes and Aging

Meta time! I was asked (on Patreon) to write meta about how Tony Stark might deal with feelings about aging and being surrounded by The Youth. I am reposting it here.

I have to say this has also been on my mind a lot. I will say it's a weird thing growing up being into comics and being a fan of the teenage X-Men because obviously they were the most relatable and then being as old as all the adult superheroes and now being older than all the adult superheroes, who have all been basically the same age for decades as the rest of us move on past them. At least they finally aged up the original crop of teenage heroes and have been replacing them with new ones.

So the thing about superheroes in Marvel Comics, as you probably know, is that they pretty much don't age. Initially, this wasn't really a thing Marvel worried about. It was the sixties and they'd made comics cool and profitable again and kids loved them and I'm pretty sure they weren't thinking that sixty years later people (grown adults, even!) would still be reading and loving and expanding on the universe they made. Because I think if that had been the case they'd have, say, fewer villains that really sound like someone thought of them in about thirty seconds at 5 pm on a Friday and then went home. Big Wheel, a guy who has a... big wheel. Swarm, a guy (I mean, he's not really... human) who is actually a group of bees. Nazi bees. Paste-Pot Pete. You know what I mean.

Anyway, at first Marvel heroes aged, because why wouldn't they? Despite what you would guess if you only watched adaptations, it only took, I think, a couple years for Peter Parker to grow up and leave high school. The original X-Men all stopped being teenagers. Time moved on. Then after about ten years Marvel figured out it was going to be a problem if their beloved heroes were too old to be superheroes and they more or less halted the aging process. And that's how we get the Marvel Sliding Timescale. Broadly stated, the Sliding Timescale is essentially "don't worry about it." Everything you are reading right now happens right now, the beginning (the FF getting their powers) happened about ten or fifteen years ago (I think right now it's closer to 15 and we're at four RL years = one comics year), and everything else that has ever happened in 616 -- because Marvel also doesn't believe in line-wide reboots -- is wedged in somewhere in the time between. As real time passes, the sliding timescale slides events closer and closer together because more events have now happened.

So the effect of this is that heroes don't age. I think this is actually most notable with child characters -- like, ask yourself how old Franklin and Valeria Richards are. Or don't. I think Dani Cage has been a toddler for about fifteen years now. So the founding Avengers started off in their early 20s, are now in their mid-30s, and are going to continue being in their mid-30s for the foreseeable future because Marvel doesn't want its heroes being over 40. I think there have been a couple IM issues where Tony has had "significant" birthdays that they carefully avoided putting a number on -- I think one was Bendis, and I know he had a surprise party in the Gillen issue with the adoption reveal. I want to say that maybe there was also a Fraction one? I'm not sure.

The time references have occasionally been lampshaded -- the most recent Iron Man issue as I write this (#6) has Tony asserting that he doesn't remember things by what year they happened in, but rather by what armor he had at the time. He goes on to tell a story of something that happened while he wore the Silver Centurion armor, throwing in an aside that the shoulder pads were fashionable then -- and, out of the armor, he is given his usual stylish perm; the artist has definitely been inspired by Bob Layton's later Iron Man work -- which for me has the disconcerting effect of making it sound like this is somehow taking place in the 80s and also not in the 80s at the same time. Because now they've invented an extra time for shoulder pads and perms to be fashionable and it's approximately 2015. Time is fake. No, actually. It is.

And building on that, I think the effect of that is that mostly they don't seem to have characters like Tony dealing with aging. He doesn't really seem to worry about it, probably because there can't be any narrative payoff if he's simply never allowed to age. (Steve gets it even more weirdly, because a lot of times fandom assumes the serum is just going to halt or slow aging -- as it does in people like Natasha who have serum variants -- but then in universes where significant time actually passes, like House of M, Steve is visibly older, and he definitely is meant to have the serum. Or Bullet Points, where Steve, minus the serum, is actually dealing with aging as he comes out of retirement for one last mission. Which kills him, because it turns out he probably was too old to do this safely. But then in 616 we're expected to believe that Steve can lose the serum and also be mostly combat-ready at age 95. Aaanyway.)

So what if Tony did worry about getting older? Based on how he interacts with the kids these days, I think mostly his worry actually wouldn't involve other people.

For all that intelligence in Marvel seems to be a single invariant and quantifiable statistic that can be accurately measured (which isn't the case in reality but work with me here) and that Tony is a genius but not The Smartest Genius in the Universe, he doesn't ever seem to display any ill will toward anyone ranking higher than him on the list -- say, Reed -- and he is in fact definitely willing to take on the younger geniuses, like Riri, as proteges, and he seems happy to mentor them. He doesn't seem to feel at all threatened by the idea that some of these people are definitely smarter than him -- say, Moon Girl -- and will someday succeed him. Or at least will if Marvel ever lets them age out, which again seems unlikely. Theoretically he also ought to be drawing on a lot more lived experience than Riri that he can use to advise her, but one of the bizarre things that Cantwell's run has left us with is Tony believing that giving the Mandarin's Rings to Riri to study with zero oversight is absolutely the right thing to do; Rhodey congratulates him on his great decision-making. I guess we'll see how that turns out.

(This is in contrast to a character like Doctor Doom, who clearly can't stand the idea that Reed might ever be smarter than him.)

Given that Tony is a character who often has execrable self-esteem, it actually seems a little odd that it doesn't bother him that he isn't the smartest, but it really doesn't seem to. He seems fine with that. He's enough of a genius to do what he needs to do, I guess, and that's good enough for him. Even in Cantwell's run, which was, uh, not a run I would call particularly in-character for Tony in many ways, the thing he decides to do with the Power Cosmic is make everyone in New York as smart as he is. I think this was a fairly poor storyline for a large number of reasons, but I think it does actually show that he has good intentions, in a sense -- he wants everyone else to benefit from the intelligence he has, the same way they can benefit from his philanthropy. He wants to give people the advantages he has. So he seems like someone who wouldn't resent the up-and-coming heroes and geniuses; he seems like he'd be honestly happy that there would be more people out there on his level.

I think, really, as long as he knows he's good to go, he knows he's good enough to do the things he wants to do -- even if sometimes he just hates himself as a human being -- and he probably looks around at all the kids and knows they have to train them up, because even if they're going to be good they're not as good as he currently is, just because they don't have the benefits of years of experience. I mean, maybe they could have some kind of superhero Registration or something. The joke he made to Steve at the end of Empyre wasn't entirely wrong.

(I feel like I should probably also read Young Avengers, for more on how the Avengers deal with The Youth, but I haven't gotten around to that yet.)

Since Tony often blames himself for, well, everything he can possibly blame himself for, including the deaths of people he feels he should have been able to save, I feel like his worries about aging would probably involve his ability to continually successfully be a superhero. We haven't really seen much of this worry since his Extremis/Bleeding Edge days but there was definitely a period of time where his main concern seemed to be the ability to compete with the people he's fighting -- and this seems like it might be where he's heading again in his confrontation with Feilong, who, I should point out, does actually attempt to make fun of him for being old. Tony doesn't seem to take it personally, but he does seem very upset that he's not on Feilong's level, technologically. So I think the thing that would bother Tony wouldn't be the idea that he couldn't keep up with the heroes, but rather that he couldn't keep up with the villains.

So, yeah, that's my take.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[cws: starvation/food insecurity, fantasy racism, psychiatric abuse, ableism, and Upsetting Pictures.]

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one thing that fucks me up immensely about pericles before and after the asylum is how fucking skinny he is.

like. as much as obviously the two designs are Very Inconsistent in general which annoys me, look at him pre-timeskip. look at how he's shaped.

his head and face are way smoother and rounder, both in front and back, and the space between his cheekbones and his eyebrow ridge is filled in; his body is rounder in general and his belly is noticeably between his thighs when he's standing up; he has kind of a chubby butt; his chin and neck are softer and wider around, which you can really see with the width of the scarf compared to his shoulders and the angle where it meets his head. it comes up in front of his face more because there's not as much of an angle with his chin to hold it down.

now. compare all those things to this.

christ.

and like, you could argue some of these design differences are tiny things to zero in on in a show that's as loose with its models as sdmi is. but present-day pericles' design is pretty obviously supposed to be unsettling because he's physically built to be a Cute Roumb Little Mascot Creature--so much so that the framework has managed to stick around a little in spite of everything--and has become gaunt and haggard anyway. and you could also argue that the body type changes are just thanks to aging twenty years (and i don't doubt that's contributed).

except. he spent those twenty years in an asylum where the other inmates we see look like this.

christ.

(fun little fact that @thecottageinthedark pointed out also: remember how he literally got caught at one point because he couldn't stop eating sunflower seeds, even during a heist? a high-fat, high-calorie snack for birds? you know, exactly the kind of thing a starving person who finally has proper access to food would be wolfing down?)

(yeah.)

did i mention that this happened in a (fantasy) racially segregated prison, which is technically an asylum so the inmates can be kept there indefinitely, because in an actual prison you're required to have a sentence? did i mention that none of the human characters we see in human prison look any less healthy during or afterward, and on top of that are allowed to move around and socialize? did i mention the absolutely horrific treatment of the asylum inmates is implied to be despite the fact that the (physically abusive!) guard is playing up how dangerous and malicious they are? (you know. except for pericles 🙃)

did i mention the man who got pericles imprisoned--who he had not only done nothing to beforehand, but had helped--says he was there to 'live out the rest of his miserable parrot life in a cage, where he belonged,' and not only do none of the characters we're supposed to side with have anything to say about that, but the audience is clearly supposed to agree with him too?

(did i mention said man--who was in on the crime, singular, that pericles went to prison for!--spends those twenty years living a life of luxury in power while abusing the child he kidnapped as a baby and held hostage his entire life, and when we see him in prison he is not only chilling out and helping the authorities but reading a newspaper?)

did i mention the part where by the time we meet pericles he hasn't spoken in years?

like. man the 'ooooo scary evil abused asylum crazies' trope is bad enough, even when they pretend to lampshade it for a minute before playing it straight; i don't know how they added in All That and made him emaciated and expected no one to find it heartbreaking or even sympathetic. i don't care how bad he was before the asylum (and dear god was he ever), that is horrifying and no one deserves it. god damn.

[esther-dot]

Same anon and what you said about the desire for a healthy relationship for D vs Sansa because of their respective ages and experience in canon is sooooo true I never thought of that. I definitely think that contributes to my feelings about it. I also totally agree with what you said wrt to powerlessness and Sansa because they hate show!Alicent for the same reason. For me it doesn’t make Sansa boring or frustrating but actually more relatable but in an uncomfortable way. Sansa reflects a lot about me. I am a romantic, gentle-hearted person. I daydream a lot and I’m prone to idealization and have had a lifelong fixation on romance and relationships. I’m an escapist who loves movies and songs and books and an artist. I’m an aesthete with a strong sense of style. And I’ve always felt trapped by the expectations of femininity but have not been strong enough to meaningfully reject them (besides, there are some I actually enjoy, like having long hair). I was an ugly duckling around Sansa’s age so I think there’s a bit of disconnect I feel because of that, but I grew into someone that people generally consider to be very beautiful and it feels like a cage at times. My life has been marked by both older men and male peers idealizing me, using me, preying upon me, listing after me, etc. I have taken back a lot of that power and healed a lot but I still hurt and I still feel the heavy burden of the male gaze that makes me feel I must perform. Sometimes I fear that beautiful is all I am and I’m cursed to be wanted but never loved. And Sansa reflects this all so so well and I think the fact that she’s still in the throes of it all just lampshades these aspects of me and my life to myself in a way that’s uncomfortable. She doesn’t reflect much upon it in canon but I imagine being a warg whose wolf died makes it feel like there’s this emptiness inside you, something missing, that everyone else seems to have (because their animal is alive or because they are not skinchangers) and that feeling that you’re missing a piece somehow is also so relatable to me.

Last thing: it seems like Sansa fans are generally much more sympathetic to me as a Sansa and D fan than D fans are. I’ve been accused of only pretending to be a D fan despite my entire blog theme being based on her character, just because I accept the likely possibility of villain D. Whereas Sansa fans seem to have an attitude of “you like Sansa? I like Sansa too! Not everyone loves Jonsa, that’s okay!” I wish more fans could be more willing to interact and engage with people who have different opinions and interpretations. I even follow people who hate D because they have other opinions that I agree with! And I think that’s normal!

(continuation of this convo)

Oh, reading this message I can certainly understand why her story would feel triggering to you in some regards. Many Sansa fans identity with her in this way. She's like us or has experienced things we have too. Sansa's story is simply inundated with adult men lusting after her. It’s tiresome to have all the men perv on her. The Hound, LF, Tyrion….Dontos and Marillion...so many! I imagine the pressure to perform/live up to exacting standards is something we have each experienced as well, but for many, the failure to do so is prolly what makes Arya more relatable, whereas Sansa is trapped by her dedication to the role, the work she puts into that dismissed, and the damage that burden has done to her ignored.

I actually think the fear of being wanted, not loved, is quite poignant in Sansa's story (wanted for her beauty or wanted for her claim), and that is why I believed she will have a romance on the page because this is a major issue in her story that needs to be resolved. Even while I understand all the squicks around Jonsa, over and over, we realize, part of how all women are victimized in this world is that they're all a means to an end. A prophecy baby, an ally, a castle...Sansa is going to be our opportunity to see someone love her for herself, care about the girl as an individual, not only for her own personal fulfillment, but as a way to address this problem in their world. And obvy, the guy who will do that is Jon who has a) already refused to take her claim, b) already helped a girl escape a marriage in which she was being used as a means to an end, c) already been recognized as Sansa's hero in the the the text (Slynt's severed head). There are other characters we might love and want good things for, but this particular issue will be answered in her storyline. There's groundwork for it.

Even though I pointed to Dany’s past sexual relationships as a reason fans are primed for her to have a healthier one, I actually think Martin was using it for a different purpose which doesn’t bode well for her at all. He said a certain series of essays got her completely right and I pulled some quotes from them:

(link)

Obviously, the fandom at large doesn’t agree, Dark Dany is a big no-no, but I believe they’re very wrong about that and setting themselves up for disappointment.

She doesn’t reflect much upon it in canon but I imagine being a warg whose wolf died makes it feel like there’s this emptiness inside you, something missing, that everyone else seems to have (because their animal is alive or because they are not skinchangers) and that feeling that you’re missing a piece somehow is also so relatable to me.

Absolutely. I think a lot of people feel this way. Most people have a period of searching because we have a sense that there is more, that we are more, even if we don't have such a clearly defined aspect of ourselves stolen.

Thank you for the follow-up message, anon. I enjoyed reading it, and I hope you can curate a little corner of the fandom that you're able to enjoy!

[zeravmeta]

so i saw kfp4. thoughts below. spoilers obviously read or dont im not your mom

unsurprisingly it was disappointing but surprisingly not disappointing in the way I expected, and honestly I came out of the movie a bit madder than expected because the concepts presented could have actually been pretty amazing if done well

so the main plot as presented is that the chameleon is the cool new badass villain whose main gimmick is stealing the powers of past kung fu villains and thus po and the new ally zhen must go and stop her!!! and this is where the problems begin

im just gonna say it: zhen is not only disappointing but also a character that functionally should not exist. shes immediately presented as being a Cool and Quirky Dastardly Rouge and so much of the movie hinges on us liking her but we have basically zero reason to, and throughout the movie she has literally no character arc. the twist is that she was working for the chameleon the whole time to steal po's staff, and now suddenly she feels bad about it and wants to help po because its. the right thing i guess. thats word for word the reason given. shes ultimately a nothing character who basically coin flips twice in terms of personality, and there's nothing to her

the chameleon, on the other hand, is beautiful missed opportunity

so as shown in the trailers her main gimmick is stealing the powers of past kung fu masters to be your standard copycat villain, but unlike what was expected, her backstory actually makes her pretty interesting:

the chameleon is just like po

she was a kung fu super fan who went from master to master across china, to every and any dojo she could find, all so that she could actually properly learn kung fu, but she was rejected for being too small. too weak. for being nothing more than a little runt, the same way po was just a big flabby panda that no one believed in

because of this, she decided to become a sorceress, with the goal of actually stealing the kung fun mastery of the masters in the spirit realm so that she can actually be worth something and no one could ever tell her that shes lesser again. literally the first line she says to tai lung when she summons him (and to some of the other masters) is that shes a big fan, and continually keeps naming the special techniques of each master she takes from ala the way po fanboys when being attacked by other masters

Honestly, she could have been the perfect case for a redeemed villain, because the big next lesson shifu presents to po in this movie is that its time for him to move on from being the dragon warrior, and to select a successor to that title while he becomes a spiritual grandmaster, equal to oogway, to be better than not only what others believe but what he himself believes. The chameleon and po were both characters that no one believed in and who succeeded despite the odds, which the chameleon herself says and po lampshades by going "man the amount of times a villain has told me we're identical, but this time its true".

Thats part of where the other issues come in: Tai lung and the spirit warriors summoned.

Tai lung in this film was not only missed opportunity, but he (and the past villains shen and kai) are so wildly out of character its kind of weird that theyre even in this movie. They basically show up at the tail end of the film just to have their powers stolen and get put into cages, tai lung says oogway made the wrong choice with po (kai and shen dont have a single speaking line), and when po wins we have tai lung going "maybe... oogway was right after all" and then they all bow to po and go back to the spirit realm.

..................yeah.

quick addendum a whole bunch of characters were also out of character, mainly shifu being a bit more dickish than he usually is, and especially po whose just like. a cop?? about zhen. "youre a thief therefore EVIL" and shying away from the criminal underworld section of the movie. like guys this is the guy who broke into a museum literally so he could geek out about the displays. but yeah

If they Seriously Truly Desperately Needed the successor plot point, there is both tai lung and the main fucking villain as options, and each are charming for their own reasons and leagues better than zhen: Tai Lung to finally achieve his dream after he'd basically been lied to his entire life and maybe reach some kind of reconciliation with shifu, and the chameleon to follow through on the themeings of the franchise of someone's belief and hard work actually being what allows them to be good at kung fu

instead we get lame fox zhen whose so much of a nothing character that the best sequence with her was right at the end of the movie when the furious five cameo and go through a montage of her eating shit the way po did initially.

aside from all the plot stuff the movie is a little wonky animated, like it actually is well animated and cool like all KFPs but the character designs and backgrounds did feel a little out of place, though the chameleon def works style wise.

ultimately malding because this movie could have actually worked really well if they just switched out a few things: Have the chameleon fool po for his staff, steal tai lungs powers, and then tai lung and po have to work together to defeat the chameleon with the rest of the movie having them reconcile as two people who worked towards impossible expectations, ultimately culminating in them defeating the chameleon with this same lesson, and maybe po either anoints tai lung as the new dragon warrior (if hes allowed to stick around) or maybe the chameleon as the new dragon warrior and someone for po to help redeem

boom far easier 10/10 movie with no stupid aggressively "like me pls" fox character. oh well, i love stale bread and water without any ice, see you in kung fu panda five everybody

[shadowstarkanada]

My thoughts on Verner Vogel

...and why he is M! Heh. I know I didn't do it justice because I couldn't come up with a way to do it. And that means it is rattling around in my brain still. Sherlock couldn't figure it out, and I don't think Mycroft had the pieces. All my evidence is circumstantial, but... I'll just have to lay it out as I see it! This is a nice, long, rambling post. Also includes spoilers for CO if you haven't finished it, so go play it! Love it! It's an awesome game, and maybe I am meta'ing to fix the bits I don't like!

Every conclusion Sherlock makes in CO is "right" but it's the old "if everyone's super, no one is." No conclusion Sherlock Holmes makes in this game should be taken as correct. Which means we shouldn't take his solutions or lack thereof as evidence. Verner's just a creep, thinks Sherlock, but we needn't.

Sherlock's.... pretty shit at deductions in CO? Like, he's really trying and all, but there are suspects he doesn't bother investigating. Verner's identity as Richter's brother is pretty clear as soon as you learn Otto has one, but Sherlock doesn't suspect it. At all. Not one little bit, not until the end of the game. Was that supposed to be a surprise, CO? Am I too genre savvy for my own good? Well... maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but they added no red herrings and it was obvious. Sometimes, though, when something is really obvious, it's because it's hiding something that's less obvious.

Also, there are a few cases where Sherlock simply ignores evidence that doesn't suit him. We have no chance to investigate the woman in the first section, though we can at least put that to the narrative structure required it, but we also have no chance to investigate Imogen in the Gilded Cage. The name of the case suggests Imogen. The structure of the case suggests Imogen. Jon's weird sidequest suggests Imogen. And yet, we cannot investigate anything related to her. Sherlock has discarded her as a suspect before we get a chance. She's innocent. We don't rule her in or out. Just like that strangely attractive painter that Jon keeps saying we should be nice to. Verner even lampshades it, with saying Sherlock's choices on who and what to investigate impact the outcomes. Damn, Verner.

Frogwares has pulled from many incarnations of Sherlock Holmes. In various games, he has different affinities to different versions: sometimes he's been Granada, sometimes he's been Sherlock, and I think he was once reminiscent of RDJ Holmes. As far as I can tell, they have a deep understanding of Sherlock... hmm... extended canon? Now then, modern Moriarty's diverge from the mathematician and typically lean on genius manipulator, which they seem to have done here. In light of that... Elementary's Moriarty is a painter. In particular, the first thing she says to Sherlock is "Oh! You're beautiful." And the last thing that Verner says, in his weird, creepy way, that references absolutely nothing in the actual game, is "You're so beautiful." What. Is. Up. With. That? I mean, the line. Referenced. Nothing. In the game. And the mental illness picture he gave Sherry? Stunning, yes, thought provoking, perhaps, but beautiful...? Not so much. Verner's also as creepy as Sherlock's Moriarty, if I do say so myself. And he looks like Moriarty the Patriot now that I think about it. I mean, okay, fair, also not evidence, but...

Moriarty is staying at the Palazzo when Sherry and Jon get there. He's even left a note on a table. He's upstairs somewhere while Sherlock is eating caviar and looking for the owners of canes or whatever. There is exactly one person who comes down the stairs: Verner Vogel. Sure, that's not a smoking gun, but it is an interesting coincidence.

M is established in the game as someone who does not contact people directly. He works through intermediaries. Now, Verner, he does talk to Sherlock, but then, when he doesn't get Sherlock's attention... Verner sends some dude to Sherlock's place and gives him a puzzle to get him to come visit. *side. eye.*

M tells Sherlock that he is watching him, and that he wonders what would happen if he pushes Sherlock's. What is it that Verner's doing through this whole game?

Verner happens to have blackmail material in his creepy dungeon that "oh, the original artist wouldn't sell." And only, y'know, select people get to go to the basement, because that's definitely what an art gallery is like.

Supposedly the blackmail was painted by Mercurio, except Sherry never gets to talk to him. He's delayed because Verner doesn't know where the artist is, and by the time Sherry gets there... he's dead.

By the way, that picture of the rapist was painted by someone at a creepy sex party where Cordona's elite were hanging out. The rapist claims he was drugged. Right, right, Mercurio.

Wait. Verner's a painter at a creepy sex party offering Sherry drugs, talking like he owns the entire island. Who owned that blackmail again...? Oh, Mercurio, the dead guy we never talked to! Right!

Creepy sex party is creepy, but who tries to get their new friend (frenemy? what even is Sherlock to Verner, I'm not sure, plaything seems most appropriate tbh) to do some sex and drugs if they've really brought them here to investigate a murder on the DL?

Sherlock: You must be disappointed the orgy didn't happen. Verner: No, no, I enjoy a spot of murder, Sherlock. Me: Dude. Dude. Verner: Oh, by the way, the evening was supposed to end with me simulating murder in much the same way this dead guy was murdered. Me: Okay then.

None of this is proof, of course. It's a game, and I can only investigate within the context of the game. Just as I must go around Imogen's guilt or innocence and try to infer whether she was involved or not, I cannot investigate Verner and must run it all around in circles. But...

Here is a man who is always in the right place at the right time, is manipulating Sherlock, is somehow on the sidelines of a blackmail plot, finds murder to be entertaining... in a place where M is, where M is watching, taking the same actions that M is threatening. In a game where Sherlock does not investigate what he's not interested in, where every truth is a lie... how can I not see the patterns in the static?

I admit that I am Sherlock Holmes with a cactus needle and no access to Barnes.

[phthalology]

Lightfall negativity: 

There’s that moment where you descend into what you realize is the Ishtar Collective facility. A lot of world-building clicks into place at once: that Ishtar Collective did help create the Neomuni’s digital world, that Vex tech was indeed involved, that the thing that looks like a jellyfish emerging from an egg has something to do with the Traveler. The Traveler’s insides may indeed be organic! Maybe? 

But this is the negativity post. Because that one, final mission had a sense of atmosphere, place, depth, and stakes that the rest of Neomuna never did. The digital world was a cost-saving measure that made the city feel empty, sterile and uncanny. Making the Ishtar mission so good just made the rest feel so empty in comparison 

In general I have lost some enthusiasm for the “What is —??” discussions I loved about D2 because this expansion shook my faith that there are any canon answers. We never found out what the Veil is lol. We will never find out “what" the Black Garden “is”  

I can’t get over that they had Nimbus lampshade Destiny’s love for vague, important proper nouns in a campaign that used them nearly as much as the legendarily obscure D1 campaign

The Cloud Striders themselves — that dialogue, huh? It’s too goofy for a second-to-last campaign imo, too jarring. Rohan dies and I don’t feel anything because it’s cliche and because I don’t really think Nimbus feels anything 

Even their appearance is jarring. I worried that they would look like they belong in a different game and they do 

What is going on in their rib cage area specifically 

Neomuna’s existence also creates this general lack of urgency 

I love the concept of Osiris as the Guardian’s mentor but his dialogue barely actually related to what happened in the story, so it felt very empty 

A lot of my criticisms could be leveled at Destiny as a whole (Destiny is a silly franchise!) but there just wasn’t enough scaffolding holding it all up. I know this campaign was built out of a lot of changes related to Final Shape and Witch Queen, and I have sympathy for that, but the fact remains

I think this is the first D2 expansion I’ve ever truly disliked, the last major disappointment being Curse of Osiris  

I suppose this is probably hard to animate but was there supposed to be liquid in Calus’ goblet in those cutscenes?? 

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e11 into the mystic (w. robbie thompson)

giving credit where it's due, i think the show has been doing a good job picking licensed work, especially when not stuck to a particular genre. enjoyed here will you love me tomorrow by the shirelles

okay that monster is uh. something. don't eat the baby!! poor sweet thing.

LUCIFER When your brother was trapped in Purgatory you were here with a girl and a dog. You can't win this, Sam. You're just not strong enough. You didn't even bother trying to find him. And I know that if you're gonna beat the Darkness, you have to be ready to watch the people you love die.

i'd say don't let lucifer get to you, sam - but hell. i spiral over the smallest of social interactions, let alone the big evil angel who knows all my weak spots and is pushing the sorest ones for maximum manipulation. also where is the light coming from in his room with the pattern, he doesn't have a window? is it a weird lampshade? nightlight? scented plugin nightlight?? 🤪

everything's fine! been up who knows how long cleaning my gun, per yoozh

DEAN You okay? SAM Yeah, I'm fine. DEAN Are you sure? 'Cause you haven't left the bunker in days. SAM I'm fine.

I'M ACES, DEAN.

cas will be fine! which brings about the question, what's crowley doing in all this? i know he declared the team-up over, but no heads up about lucifer being out? is he incapacitated in some way?

(kinda wishing we had pellegrino to still be lucifer but i get it)

DEAN Maybe we ought to make a reservation. SAM Yeah, we should be so lucky to live long enough.

did know about this. don't be sad, don't be sad.

SAM Turns out Harold was stealing the other residents' Viagra. DEAN I know. A real dick move, huh?

cmon sammy, not even a chuckle? that was a good (bad) one :P

dean pocketing some viagra, all right.

(wiki) According to a tweet by writer Robbie Thompson, Dean stealing the Viagra was unscripted, and was ad-libbed by Jensen Ackles.

gosh that's pretty. what a lovely profile shot of sam

DEAN So no retirement, huh? SAM Hey, you're the one who's always wanted to go out blaze of glory style preferably while the Bon Jovi song is playing. DEAN I'm a candle in the wind. Yeah, but the way you said it, it was like that blaze of glory was gonna happen sooner rather than later.

lip service to the blaze of glory when it looks like all is lost but of course he wants to grow old together.

DEAN Are you okay? SAM No, I'm not, actually. Not at all. Being so close to Lucifer again, that... Brought stuff up. Stuff I thought I forgot about. DEAN You want to talk about it? SAM No. DEAN Well, look. Lucifer is never getting out of that cage, ever. And you are never going back, period. So... Case closed.

💔on all accounts

SAM Let's burn the bones so we can go home.

at least the bunker's home now

DEAN Gold blade. I don't have any in the trunk, so I got to head back to the bunker and grab a couple. You stay here and figure out who in this place is vulnerable.

someone vulnerable, like say, sam??

all this banshee talk makes me miss lydia from teen wolf. def the good kind of banshee though, no brain munching to be found

after hours of staring at 1968-1970 ford galaxies i see how similar they are to the impala lol

blarrgh dean is gonna unload his amara secrets to lucifer!cas, fucking great. always anyone but sam

DUDE. how had i never stumbled into this?? so i'm looking up mildred's actress dee wallace, and she was the mom in E.T.!! but!!! the little boy, elliott! is the dude in all the flanagan stuff - young hugh crain in hill house, henry in bly manor. mind blown LOL. that movie devastated me as a child and i haven't watched it since haha (which reminds me i was talking to my very sensitive 10 year old about charlotte's web and i was like, wasn't it sad? and he's like. eh. me: really? not sad?? him: ehh. LOL okay! i'm glad for you, little dude, didn't end up with that particular flavor of my sensitivity too)

anyway!

s11e11 mildred / e.t. (1982) dee wallace as mary

MILDRED I knew it. I knew it! I -- you two are too cute to be FBI agents.

i mean...

i was a little nervous what they were gonna do with marlene/eileen, having a deaf actress and character be a hunter is cool. assuming she doesn't die :S also she could teach them whatever fancy sigil situation she used to trap sam. ooh and a men of letters legacy, too. please don't kill her.

DEAN I tried to kill her. LUCIFER/CAS Well, the two of you are connected somehow by the Mark. DEAN Yeah, no, it's, uh... It's more than that. LUCIFER/CAS Attraction? Oh, Dean. DEAN I know. I know. Okay? Whatever it is... attraction, connection... I got to tell you, man, it scares me. I don't know that I can stop it. I don't know that I can resist it.

christ on a cracker. i hate everything about this. i got some time off from being enraged over him IMMEDIATELY lying to sam after all this we gotta be straight with each other yet again, but hey it's back. and now divulging to lucifer inadvertently, so much hate it.

[Mildred signs to Eileen ‘I got dibs on the other guy. You can have the tall one’] [Mildred giggles as she signs ‘I’m not much of a mountain climber anymore’ and laughs] [Eileen signs [‘Are you sure you don’t want both?’]

that was so cute and funny. thirsting over the boys in plain sight, and eileen like girl, shoot your shot, try for both of them! mildred is gorgeous, i think dean might be down

SAM Are you worried about her? So does this mean she has a shot? DEAN Well, I always did have a thing for Blanche on “Golden Girls” SAM Seriously? DEAN Hey, don't judge what you don't understand, Sammy. SAM No, I'm -- I'm not judging. I-I just always had a thing for Sophia. DEAN Yeah, I could see that.

sophia, huh. i mean, okay. can you imagine though, 6'4" sam and 4'10" estelle getty. talk about mountain climbing. and of course dean liked blanche, no brainer. and rue mclanahan was all of 51 when the show started

well, he went all-in on the crazy smile (sorry, pellegrino would never 😔)

EILEEN My mother was a lawyer. Be nice to follow in her footsteps. SAM I was studying law at Stanford when my brother came and got me so we could get our revenge. EILEEN You've been hunting together ever since? SAM Yeah. I-I wouldn't do this without my brother. He's had my back every step of the way. Even when I let him down.

oh, sammy 💔 show's convinced you that you fucked up more than i think you have (pushing the purgatory thing and i'm still not convinced :p) meanwhile we get to highlight how dean's fucking up right this moment.

well damn. they've done a great job establishing some little side characters i actually care about. thinkin if something happens to eileen or mildred 🔪🔪🔪

MILDRED You know, tell me something. When's the last time you watched a sunset without waiting for something to go bump in the night?

they (supposedly) would park and look at the stars sometimes, maybe they should add sunsets to the list

MILDRED You want to know the secret to living a long and happy life? DEAN Actually, yes, I do. MILDRED Follow your heart. You do that, all the rest just figures itself out.

and since i like her character and how she's playing her, this little sappy advice made me cry. also, i love how she's openly flirting with dean and he's flustered but not in the ew gross old lady is hitting on me way

great, and dean's the vulnerable one? i mean honestly, they're both emotionally vulnerable disasters all the time so.

MILDRED Darlin'... if there's one thing I've learned in all my years on the road, it's when somebody's pining for somebody else. Oh, don't try and hide it now. Follow your heart. Remember?

i mean. is he pining for amara? is that what we're going with? this obviously has the ambiguity that you could slap it on to whatever ship of choice as well. follow your heart to sam instead of your dick to amara? :p this nebulous connection to her is... nebulous. halfway tempted to just fucking look up how this plays out, but then i'm just waiting for things to happen (which is why i don't do well with big spoilers) so i probably won't. it has to be dire to do that (and i have with this show in the past, just to know how many episodes of whatever plotline were in my future)

DEAN He was looking for lore on the Darkness. Something a little off about him, too. SAM Something always seems a little bit off about Cas. Yeah, you know, being so close to Lucifer probably wasn't easy for him, either.

i'd say some of that's on the inconsistent writing/characterization of cas, but potayto potahto :p brushing off dean's concern to aid in finding out about lucifer at the worst time, i can imagine

SAM Dean... when I was with Lucifer, he, um... He showed me things. It was like a highlight reel of my biggest failures. DEAN Yeah, he was messing with you. That's what he does. SAM Give me a sec. I should've looked for you. When you were in Purgatory, I... I should've turned over every stone. But I didn't. I stopped. And I've never forgiven myself for it. DEAN Well... I have. Hey. That's in the past, man. What's done is done. All that matters now, all that's ever mattered, is that we're together.

oh 😭

oh god and sam's box with actual baby dean and sam in addition to the retirement home brochure?? now i'm really crying. good god. i knew about the brochure, but not the picture as actual kids

at least dean got into sleep clothes and under the covers this time.

go talk to sam, you stubborn ass.

[kitaychan]

🤩 ABOUT YAO AND 😔!!!!

🤩a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from ________ [name of a character]. If you don’t have one for that character, choose someone else!

Agskf some Yao from the chapter I have been struggling for weeks xd

On one of those good days when his father took him out to visit the park, he could sketch the feathered animals that wandered about, the worn looking pigeons that stood by the lampshades and if he was lucky, some of the canaries that he had freed in the past.

The one at home though, had no hope of escaping left. The small yellow bird in the cage used to sing quite often, Yao realized that the bird would sing more if he fed it a bit of bread after each tune, and soon enough - with enough bread supply on his part- the canary learned to follow him around the house, chirping and whistling.

Domestication has its perks, it offers companionship and small moments of joy in exchange for responsibility. Every day, Yao had to make sure to feed the canary, so it would not starve, so it would sing.

It was quite amusing to repeat the process after all these years. Unlike the bird, the frail looking priest didn't sing though he spoke a lot, more than his previous acquaintances. Perhaps with enough time he could teach him some tricks, though it would be a waste of time and energy.

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

Agdjflg all of Together is an angsty ride but this part in specific because it is so very calm and then it goes downhill (also rocket science and space descriptions are hard)

As his grip grew weaker, the spaceship turned and shook harder until it stopped. Alfred realized in horror that the fall was coming, those eternal moments any pilot dreaded, the pause where he felt all the hairs on the back of his head rise before the ship accelerated, crushing them upwards until it crashed, hard and strenuously against the surface.

He woke up dizzy, his left hand twitching from time to time. The light blinded him, and he realized that he was moving, he turned his head, seeing Yao dragging him out, a cloud of rosy sand rising with the movement. He was carefully placed against a rock, sitting beside Ivan. The air was warm, Alfred wanted to rid himself of the suit and drench himself with cold water, if only...

Yao let himself fall quite unceremoniously by his side, groaning and breathing heavily. Alfred and Ivan chuckled, the latter unclasped his gloves. Alfred's smile dropped at the sight of blood on his shaking hands, his concern was brushed aside with humming, a soft tune that Alfred didn't know yet it sounded right, familiar in Ivan's voice.

He wasn't sure of how much time passed, this planet had two suns and the only thing resembling a night was the rustling of a harsh and cold wind that whistled against the broken ship.

He didn't hear them anymore. Alfred tried to move but his body was too heavy, too tired and too numb. How had Yao managed to drag them both out? Alfred had no idea.

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

TV Tropes for Castiel

Just a warning for Cas’ TV tropes page that since it tries to fit events into the nearest equivalent trope, it can oversimplify complicated situations to make it fit. This means that some tropes on Cas’ TV tropes page may be offensive to readers. But it’s less offensive when you realize it’s just the way they have to format it. For example on Cas’ page Sam and Dean are mentioned as the Big Bad Duumvirates of season 10. We know that the circumstances are more complicated than that ofc, but it just shines a light on how the website is formatted and why “bad” tropes shouldn’t be taken too personally  Here are the ones I love

Ambiguous Innocence: Castiel appears to be innocent, aloof, and unaware of a lot of different things (especially regarding humanity, human life, or customs), but he is actually a very strong warrior and incredibly badass. He is definitely capable of being very ruthless when he wants to be.

Angelic Beauty: Has a 'dreamy' look about him, especially in his introduction where Castiel looks at a (terrified) Dean with wide-eyed innocence.

Badass Adorable: Castiel is rather quirky, socially awkward, and has poor social skills. All of these traits contribute to Castiel's adorableness. But at the same time, he is very powerful and can kick major ass if you cross him.

Badass in Charge: Prior to coming down to Earth, Castiel was the captain of a garrison of angels.

Badass Normal: When Castiel's angelic abilities dwindle to nothing during his estrangement from Heaven in Season 5, he switches to knives, guns, and the odd Molotov cocktail to get the job done. He spends part of Season 9 fully human. That doesn't stop him from cutting his hand open with a rose's thorns while being threatened by an angel to try and angel-banish the enemy.

Beware the Nice Ones: Castiel may seem amusingly out of touch much of the time, but you really don't want to make him angry. Hell, not even Castiel's True Companions (i.e. Sam and Dean) are safe from this. At a perceived betrayal in "Point of No Return," Cas beats Dean to within an inch of his life. Cas going off the rails is not a pretty sight.

Big Damn Heroes: Often saves Sam and Dean when they are completely helpless and hopeless. Crowley even lampshades this in "Caged Heat.”

Crowley: (after Castiel suddenly appears in the room when he's about to kill Meg) Castiel. You the cavalry now?

Big Entrance: Castiel's first scene. All the lights start flickering and bursting, the roof starts rattling, the barn door breaks open, and Castiel casually strolls in amidst the howling wind and sparks.

Dean: (panicked) Who are you? Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.

Blood Magic: Castiel's blood is particularly valuable, as it's needed to kill Dick Roman in Season 7.

Brought Down to Badass: Although Castiel lost most of his angel powers over the course of the fifth season, he still managed to kick a fair amount of ass via ingenuity and good old-fashioned nerve.

Bunny-Ears Lawyer: Very quirky and awkward even by the standards of the other angels, but is nevertheless skilled enough to be in charge of a squadron of angels by the show's beginning and to be the one to rescue Dean's soul from Hell.

The Captain: Castiel was The Leader of his garrison.

Deadpan Snarker: He actually gets better at sarcasm the longer he spends time on Earth. He learns to be very subtle about it

Castiel: Sam, Dean, I have to get back. Dean: You're leaving?  Castiel: I'm in the middle of a civil war.  Dean: You better tear the attic up, find something to help Sam.

Castiel: Of course. Your problems always come first. (departs)

Did You Just Flip Off Cthulhu?: His line to Raphael in "Free to Be You and Me" as he and Dean are leaving the house where Raphael is trapped inside a ring of holy fire. 

Raphael: Do not leave me here, Castiel. I will find you.

Castiel: Maybe one day. But today, you're my little bitch. 

Does something equally badass while being tortured by Naomi: 

Castiel:

In the words of an old friend, bite me.

Establishing Character Moment: Castiel gets a good one. He uses telekinesis (or possibly just the power of his presence) to break open the sealed door of the barn where Dean and Bobby are waiting, and then proceeds to walk slowly over the line of salt (which would keep a demon or normal spirit out) and past every single binding circle Bobby drew without breaking stride while Dean and Bobby repeatedly shoot him, the entire building is shaking, and the overhead lights are exploding(the last two are direct results of his presence). Despite the chaos, he never flinches or even blinks, only seeming mildly curious about the sigils on the walls.

The Hero: Can arguably be considered this for Season 10, as the final episodes of Season 10 make it clear that Sam and Dean are the Big Bad Duumvirate of the season in their quest to get rid of the Mark of Cain. Castiel is barely involved in that plot, until the final episodes, where he has a confrontation with Dean after he sees how much the Mark of Cain has influenced Dean. He's also the only member of the main cast of that season who seems to have any sense of morality.

Hero of Another Story: In Season 6, after the Apocalypse was over, Castiel was in charge of trying to hold Heaven together and leading his own faction of angels against Raphael and his followers, who were still hell-bent on re-starting the Apocalypse while Hell was in disarray. Frankly, the depiction of such a war would've been beyond the writers and the special effects team, so it took place mostly off-screen.

The Leader: Of the Garrison. Also the leader of the rebel angels.

Meaningful Name: Cas is the root word meaning "to fall" and -iel is a suffix meaning "from God." To fall from God.

Only Sane Employee: In Season 6, he's the only angel making an effort to prevent Raphael from restarting the Apocalypse on Earth. To another angel in "The Third Man"

Castiel: Why won't any of you listen!?

Papa Wolf: In Season 10, Castiel starts trying to connect with his vessel's daughter, Claire, feeling guilty for taking her father away, and he quickly develops a fatherly protectiveness toward her. Also towards Jack, starting before the Nephilim was born. And although Jack has implied that he regards all three original members of Team Free Will as his adopted fathers, Cas has been the most overtly paternal in his dealings with Jack and the only one whose fatherly protectiveness and devotion never wavered even after Jack lost his soul and (accidentally) killed Mary.

The Strategist: Often relies on his military/tactical intelligence as much as his physical strength and powers, allowing him to scheme his way out of many a sticky situation where brute force just isn't enough.(when discussing his plan to find God): This is not a theological issue. It's strategic.

[beek33per]

It's 4am for me right and I to go back to sleep but I just woke up from this dream and I want to post it and I want to dream it again once I'm asleep again.

I will try my best to remember but I was in this nice house with my family  and this stalker guy made a live public announcement rant about me not accepting his love and puts a virus on everyone's technology including my tech and my parents gave me a new laptop.

I took something from the desk and I was now leaning against the lampshade. Suddenly I was in the back seat of a car with two black women.

We drove into this fancy rich people food court with all of these american fast food brands. The lady driving the car was wearing white and she was crashing drifting these fast food brands shops. She back reared into dunkin donuts a couple of times, until the lady in black and I her to stop that I had to flick the courtesy light on and off her to stop.

Then the cops came and shot the windscreen but it didn't break and the lady speed towards the cops or secret government police and the lady in black pulled out a gun from the glove box to shot at the cops, the car we were in was pushing cars, vans and trucks off the road bridge the surroundings of the bridge were pink, clouds and candy just girly stuff. I believe there was announcement telling us to pull over and surrender, and they play this live music video where these a home-maker house wife and there's happy ending musical song playing, I think they were telling to quit that it's not worth it to act out this way. That being at home as a housewife is much more peaceful for the man you and probably mentioned female hysteria.

The lady in the music video was struggling to keep walking to third door after pushing and falling through multiple door and stairs and a man from the directing or camera crew whispered to keep walking the lady finally walked through the final door she collapsed and the man said I think we need either send her to get fixed or dispose her. She twisted her head to the side very fast and grabbed the man by the jaw and said that she was done with him, the lady was a android.

I think anarchy or a feminist riot just commenced and we drove to this place, the item in my hand was a usb and the usb port was in the hamster cage and this white male cop busted through wall trying to grab the usb from me but it was already in the port and there these variety of voices just basically demanding human and woman rights back and demand justice. Also forgot to add that there was hidden feminist rebel organisation and there was tracking chips in every woman's arm like an iud but the they would die and women did what they want for a certain time period and by "law" were forced to get new ones.

That's all I can remember.

[ambrosia-win3]

continued from here. @viviskull

Almost instantaneous, this spirit practically felt himself nearly recoil the moment he heard Riley’s fearful voice squeak out into his ears.  His frame grows rigid, his quick alarm being swift to drown out the hard twinge of his heart skipping a beat as a surge of adrenaline forces him to rise from the warmth of his companion’s exposed stomach.  On his bed, where they had hastily yet clumsily half-undressed themselves in between their frantic kisses, Lewis gazed down upon his beloved as he loomed over her with a shallow, heated breath; her fishnetted legs still clinging onto his hips with lingering uncertainty.  Hot, nearly steaming off his body he felt so hot, the fleshy tones of his mortal mask held a dark, rosy tint to his cheeks.  Yet so acutely aware of how small his companion had been, he couldn’t help the retractive impulse of letting his hands (that once wandered, itching to explore every inch of his partner’s skin, and circled about Riley’s back) fall to her hips then.  Something more gentle, more smaller.  He knew how his figure often felt imposing, and for fear he felt like he did something wrong, too.

His mattress gives a protesting squeak as he shifts his weight back to not incidentally trap them in their shared spot.  Oh, underneath the comforting light of his pink lampshade, Riley looked so small, frail in his arms; something worth protecting… Yet someone who felt hesitant in his presence now.  In his eyes, she had been so precious to him, so near and dear to his dear heart, he was barely restraining to keep so many of his desires of pulling his head back under; to lose his head when his melting heart wanted so desperately to show her how much they meant him, to spoil them in their entirety.

But right now, his needs had to be on the backburner, her heart took priority over his.  His heart skipped another beat, it was twinging with pain straining ache.  Something told him this wasn’t something he could take lightly, if he’d known the signs, then.

“.. W-We can.. can stop and sit this out if it feels too much, Riley.”  He sputters out.  “This.. This is a bit much after just getting home, isn’t it?”

Riley had never expected it to get this far. It had started with innocent flirting on their night out; a joke here, a teasing gesture there, and a few soft whispers to his ear when no one was looking. For all her jests, she hadn't expected to end up pinned against Lewis' bed, her dress pushed down to pool around her waist, his shirt tossed somewhere across the room and gasping for air between desperate kisses. Her thighs pressed in close around his waist in an attempt to keep him closer, not that she needed to. A building heat had begun to surround them, closing in and almost suffocating. So much, but so good, feeling his touch on her marred skin so loving and passionate.

Hands roaming up her back towards her bra clasps, pushing her dress slowly further down-

Alarm bells blaring in her head- so much, too much-

The words come tumbling from her lips before she even realizes.

"It's too soon, I'm not ready."

Instantly his hands froze before falling to gently rest on her hips, shifting back as to not cage her in completely. Riley shuddered, forcing her breaths to slow down, to steady herself before she burst into a panic. Her eyes flitted over his form, from his chest up to his mortal mask bathed in soft pink hues. The hesitant look in his eyes should have been enough to soothe her nerves, yet her racing pulse just wouldn't slow. He stopped, she loves him and she trusts him why is she still freaking out about this? She wanted this- want him so badly, she knew she was finally in a place to be ready for it but she still couldn't get over her.

She felt as small as she looked compared to his monstrous stature, still looking like the most tempting sin incarnate. It wasn't as if he could help it, no matter what he did he was bound to tower over her, but in the moment it wasn't much help. With even the slightest shift as she pushed herself up, the bed squeaked and screeched in the most painful way to her ears. She reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, her hand noticeably trembling.

She gave him the most apologetic look she could muster. "I- I'm sorry, Lew- I-I want this, really I do I just- god this is so stupid-" She sighed, her head now hung in shame as she held her hands over her eyes. "I thought- I thought I was over this by now fuck-"

[randomclam24]

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[dollmother]

Summer

summer keeps us all incubating alone in the artificial womb of our homes

the sun irradiates the air of these cages until it stings to exist outside the membrane

i had forgotten about your kiwis left in the heat of the kitchen counter,

trapped in July’s amniotic sac

in the belly of this late afternoon, i’d found them rotting away slowly 

leaking a sort of ooze much like congealed blood.

next to the partially old apple tucked away by a white blanket of mold 

like it was the sun embraced by a soft cloud, light bulb between an alabaster lampshade

everything browns like flesh on a cast iron skillet with the abrasive touch of summer

the light dries our skin so much it begins to wrinkle like a raisin braised in the humid sun

i missed you for a time

the cerulean glow of your lucid irises

pale berries unlike anything usually found in nature, so innocuous

though having never touched you beyond the skin to feel the toxins

or been graced with sheddings of your fine hairs as my hands 

graze the fuzzy surface of your peachy cheeks

rosy in the summer warmth of the AC-filled room

where the air was as perturbed as the flow of my chest bubbling in your novel presence

unquiet was my poverty underneath the chin of nobility.

my palliative for a self-injected disease without a vaccine in existence