#cannot get the idea out of my head.....

[todayisafridaynight]

If im supposed to be resting then why am i opening google docs

[haunted-witched]

Imagine Merlin BBC being a romcom teenage series!!

Imagine the trailer be like:

"Prince Arthur was a regular prince"

*cut to show Arthur smiling and pretty*

Brave

*Arthur fighting against someone*

Charming

*Arthur flirting and/or smiling lovingly*

Responsable

*Arthur suffering with his duties*

And like most princes

...

A total prat.

*Arthur laughing out loud*

But some things might change

*Cut to Merlin arriving at Camelot*

When a certain young warlock

*Merlin doing magic*

Becomes his manservant

*Scene where Merlin is "rewarded" after saving him the first time*

Unwillingly

*Merlin and Arthur fighting over Merlin's chores scenes*

The once and future king

*Arthur with his armour all smiley*

And the greatest warlock to ever walk on earth

*Merlin with his eyes glowing gold*

Before those titles became official

*Scenes with both of them being stupid*

Merlin

Coming soon

[jessiethelion]

Nathan Fielden' like a G6

[uncannydevotion]

more jeff thoughts!! he’s haunting me!! so here’s a part two to this post lol. it's just tht post but in jeff's pov, really.

warnings: lots of mentions of murder, blood, stalking, abduction. jeff is his own warning, really.

wc: 1.8k words of the ramblings of a madman

ever since jeff was young, he’d always been a bit of a jerk.

it was never too much though, just... he never had a filter when it came to his words, and it got him in trouble more often than not. it made it hard for him to make friends, because he'd always say something mean and it would just make people dislike him.

but then you had come into his life.

you moved in next door, and you were just a few months younger than him but you followed him and liu around like a puppy because they were the only other two kids in the neighborhood, and none of the kids at school wanted to hang out with the new kid.

he had expected you to prefer liu over him, to be honest. liu was nice, liu never said anything mean to you, liu knew how to comfort you when you'd fall on the concrete and scrape your knees.

jeff wasn't mean, but he didn't say nice things. you'd scrape your knees and he'd call you an idiot for tripping before helping you off the ground while you held back tears.

he really thought you didn't like him.

but you would hang out with him, even when liu wasn't around. jeff would decide to go out into the forest to throw rocks into a creek and you'd follow after him. when you'd sleep over, you always slept in his room. he thought it was because he had a bunk bed, but who knows.

he remembers the day you called him your best friend like it was yesterday.

it had been scorching hot outside, so you, jeff, and liu were all sitting in the living room of your house while your parents and their parents were setting up some stuff in the backyard for a pool-party and cookout.

liu was playing some castlevania game on his ds, and you were watching some show on tv. jeff wasn't paying attention to the show, he was too busy staring up at the ceiling.

but at some point, you had tugged at the sleeve of his shirt to get his attention, and when you looked at you, you had asked if he'd be okay with you making him a friendship bracelet. he thought that friendship bracelets were dumb, but this seemed like something you were serious about, so he did keep that thought to himself, at least.

he just asked why you'd want to make him a friendship bracelet, and you looked at him, confused, 'you're my best friend, why wouldn't i?' and... huh. why did his heart just get really fast?

the day he moved away was the day the world began to end for him. he remembers a lot of crying. an embarrassing amount of crying, actually. he's not sure he's ever cried that hard before. but how could he not cry? he was leaving behind his only friend, after all.

you had given him that friendship bracelet, and it was awful. it was just a bit too big on his wrist, so he had to adjust it every so often to keep it from falling off, and the colors you chose for the design didn't go together. but you had made it with love, and it easily became one of the best gifts he'd ever been given.

it was hard, moving so many miles away from you. it was hard waking up every day and not heading over to your place to eat breakfast. it was hard being alone again. is this what you had felt when you moved next door to him? this aching loneliness? a feeling that not even his own brother could make go away.

it didn't help that some of the kids at his new school decided to make him the target of their bullying. it's fine, he thinks. he's had kids pick on him before, so he know how to handle it. besides, he'd always feel better after calling you, so it really didn't matter to him.

but then the main kid, randy, had the audacity to steal the bracelet you had given him. jeff, to this day, doesn't really remember what happened.

all he knows is that he saw red the moment the snotty kid tore the bracelet off his wrist, a few of the beads scattering onto the concrete. he just remembers his hands being bloody when liu pulls him off the crying kid. he remembers the police coming to his house later that day, and liu taking the fall for the fight.

he never got the bracelet back after the fight.

things only got worse after that. he felt angry almost all the time. and if he wasn't angry, he was just... unbearably sad. it was getting to the point where he didn't even want to talk to you anymore, because he didn't want you to know what was happening.

some friend he is, huh?

and when the fire incident happened... well. we all know what came after. the night he finally broke, jeff called you. there was blood on his hands, staining his clothes, dripping from the cuts on his face. he was shaking as he dialed the number of your mom's phone.

were you even awake? would you answer? why was he even callin-

"jeff?"

the loud noise in his head went quiet, and he felt like all the troubles he had felt, the act of atrocity he had just committed—and would continue to commit—none of it mattered. just the sound of your voice, of which he had deprived himself of for almost a month.

he didn't respond, he just stood there in the hallway, standing outside liu's bedroom door. but you must've heard him breathing, because you continued to speak, asking if he was okay.

jeff slowly pulled open liu's door. his brother was sleeping peacefully in his bed, unaware of the fact that jeff had just murdered their parents. your next words had caused him to pause, standing over liu's bed.

"i made you another bracelet. next time we see each other, i'll make sure to give it to you. so don't get into anymore accidents."

and he wanted to respond, but the words wouldn't come out, and then liu was opening his eyes, and jeff hung up the phone. jeff was gone by the time the police arrived, and he only had one destination in mind.

it took him longer than he would've liked, getting distracted by a few more murders and pretty much hitchhiking most of the way because everyone who pulled over to offer a ride would drive away the moment they saw his face. but in a few weeks, he was at your home. or what was supposed to be your home, that is.

you weren't there. you were gone. some random couple had taken your place. their names are on the long list of jeff's victims. it's okay. he doesn't know where you went, but he'll find you. one day, he will.

and as time went on, even though he was no longer a kid and well into his twenties, jeff found himself visiting your old home almost every year. his home was gone, burnt to the ground shortly after killing liu and his parents. your home was the closest he had to one.

you were never there. until one year, you were.

he didn't recognize you, not at first. but then he saw your name on an envelope he had snatched from your mailbox (add obstruction of correspondence to his list of many crimes) and it was like all his patience had paid off.

jeff didn't immediately reveal himself to you. he wanted to, trust me, but... he needed to know. needed to see what you had grown up to become, to see if you had anyone important in your life. like a lover. so... he stalks you, obviously. and one of the first things he noticed was the lack of keepsakes you had of him.

when he'd broken into your home while you were out at work and went through your stuff, he expected to find something of his. the cheap dog plush he'd won for you at an arcade once, or a photo, or a letter at the very least. but there was nothing.

it's like every memory of him had been wiped, and that left him feeling... angry, to be honest. did you want to forget he ever existed? did your friendship mean nothing to you? he'd almost been tempted to let his anger get the better of him and kill you, but he didn't.

as much as he didn't want to admit it, you were the one person he couldn't hurt.

instead, he hunted down your phone number and started calling you. you would answer every time, and he wouldn't talk. he'd listen. listen, and hope that maybe you'd figure out it was him.

but you never did. you'd always ask him to stop calling, ever polite, before hanging up. the cycle would repeat itself, until jeff saw you getting cozy with some guy at work.

aka, he just saw some dude chatting you up and you weren't turning his advances down. the only logical course of action was murder, obviously.

jeff held his phone up to his ear that night as he called, and you picked up almost immediately. the light in your room was on, so he knew you were home as he approached the backdoor in your kitchen.

"...jeff?"

and like that night, all those years ago, it's like everything in the world went quiet from the sound of your voice alone. he let out a sigh, something that sounded so fond, before picking up a rock and throwing it at the window of the door, shattering the glass and allowing him to unlock the thing.

pushing the door open, he can hear the way your breath hitches on the other end of the call. the glass on the ground crunches beneath his shoe as he walks inside.

it really did feel like coming home.

"you still have the bracelet you made for me, yeah?" he asks. but after all these years away from you, he thinks he deserves more than a bracelet.

you hang up. not unexpected, given the circumstances. but that doesn't stop jeff from making his way upstairs. he could hear you through your bedroom door, your voice shaking as you spoke on the phone.

you had dialed 911, it would seem.

there were tears streaming down your face by the time he opened the door to your bedroom. his heart was racing. he had been waiting, craving, this reunion for years, and it was finally happening.

you stopped speaking as soon as your gaze met his, and jeff could make out the operator's voice as they told you the police were on their way.

it's such a shame that by the time the police got there, you were nowhere to be found.

'notorious serial killer suspect in abduction of local resident. please call the hotline if you have any information on their whereabouts.'

[fennelwasp]

Birth of a mistress

[temilyrights]

So you know? I do.

[hana-bobo-finch]

I never see anyone talk about this bit of dialogue from the beginning of ch7 but i’m always spinning it around in my head

[littlecrittereli]

✨️how you draw so well, I'm IN LOVE with the story ✨️✨️✨️ how Chris looks exactly when he's out of control, could you doodle what he looks like :3 I LOVE your drawings <3✨️✨️

Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it! And ofc, I've been meaning to make some art about this...

In the Jaguar suit of cours, Diego has always been partial to cats.

To the outward gaze, he kinda just seems... zoned out. There are moments of clarity or recognition, but for the most part he almost doesn't react to much besides Diego's commands.

[verdantglow]

Imagine the Hermits learning ballroom dance.

Imagine Etho being assigned to lead because he’s tall & everyone assumes he would.

Imagine him constantly fucking up, stepping on his partner’s feet, missing beats, just a mess.

Imagine Bdubs getting upset from the sidelines.

Imagine him getting blustery about this disaster & stepping in, saying no, no, no, this is all wrong, shooing Etho’s partner away.

Imagine anxiety bubbling up in Etho’s stomach, at having to lead for Bdubs, as he walks over.

Imagine Etho trying to place his hands on Bdubs, mentally preparing for another disaster.

Imagine Bdubs tutting & moving Etho’s hands away, much to Etho’s confusion.

Imagine Bdubs then firmly placing his hand on Etho’s back & grabbing his other hand.

Imagine Bdubs confidently taking over the whole situation.

Imagine Etho’s amazement as Bdubs leads him, and suddenly Etho’s dancing is on beat, smooth, no stepped on feet.

Imagine them elegantly whirling across the floor, everyone else watching them in surprise.

Imagine Bdubs dipping Etho.

Imagine Etho looking at Bdubs face while this happens & feeling his stomach flip at the burn of assurance in Bdubs eyes.

Imagine the song then ending, & them just staying there for a moment, breathing a bit heavy from the exertion.

Imagine Bdubs pulling Etho back up & releasing him & pointed saying that that was how you did it.

Imagine Etho staring at Bdubs, feeling lost & unsure now that Bdubs isn’t there, hand on his back deftly leading him.

Just like. Imagine.

[germaaaaaaaaaa]

moooore peter and norm swap stuff

I did not bring that up last post but the main idea was by @redtalics ^-^ yapping in tag. If you are curious. Hi

[irenespring]

Thoughts on Bertha Russell (Many Thoughts)

I am So curious about Bertha Russell's backstory. We have little snippets:

Her father was a potato farmer.

She has lots of mommy issues. (George mentions her mother said she was the only child "worthy of her dreams" to which Bertha angrily responds that her mother's dreams were worthless because she died with nothing which is A Lot)

She has sibling issues. (George offers to invite her sister to a thing and she refuses)

She and George met when they were both poor, they made the fortune together.

She had a distinct learning curve when they first got to New York. She bought The Wrong House and made The Wrong Friends and had to learn and relearn things over a period of years. (I am especially interested about this time, because she would know Nothing, being the ultimate outsider, but she is a tactical genius and viciously ambitious...I want to see young!Bertha in the early stages of the struggle before she knows how to dress/talk/act).

I hope we will learn more about her because more than any of the other characters she wants things. Things that are nebulous, but she doesn't seem to realize are nebulous, because she has clear goals but they don't satisfy her so she has to make another goal. Loving husband doing well? Not enough. They have enough money to hear the call of the guillotine? It's not enough, they need status. They have status? Not enough, they need to beat Lina Astor. Now they've beaten Lina Astor, but I don't think anyone thinks that's going to be enough. George points out multiple times that he is content where he is and content to let their children marry for love to people of what Bertha considers middling station. She's the sole driving force for continued social climbing. And it doesn't matter how high they get, she wants to go higher, she wants to go "all the way" but there isn't an all the way unless I guess you're Empress of the World. But then the moon starts looking awfully conquerable.

She claims she's doing it for their children, but both children have said her suggestions aren't what they want. And it is heavily implied she just sold her only daughter to the Duke so he would attend an opera performance. She wants Gladys to marry the Duke so that she will be grandmother to English nobility. It's for her. So she is willing to use her children, her alleged motivation, as pawns. They aren't her real motivation after all, even if she may think they are. I do think she loves her children and George. I also think that she thinks she's helping Gladys, but I also think there's a limit to that love because it exists beside the yawning void of hunger within her psyche. George outright asks her if his love for her is enough to make her happy early in s1, because her love is enough for him. She says it's "almost enough" and that's significant and enough for him, which is telling, when usually any answer other than "yes of course" would be taken by a love interest as a searing betrayal. Anyway, the point is, her kids/her family are, at least, not her entire motivation and might not factor into her motivation at all, if she is fully honest with herself.

So, the hunger. The call to Rise. The rage that has her hyperventilating in bed alone after her failed party instead of crying in her husband's arms like most television characters would do. The instinct to look upon a room of people and think you will all bow to me you sniveling mortals. Why is it there? Like...why is she Like This? I think some of it has to come from what we can learn just from George's comment about impossibly ambitious, ruthless, low empathy Bertha being the only one "worthy of her mother's dreams." Which means her mother had dreams that were very important to her and that she never achieved. Her mother also guarded said dreams and judged her children harshly, we know Bertha has at least one sister, who is apparently judged not worthy in the eyes of her own mother. We know Bertha does not like talking about this and tries to dismiss it. Was there pressure on Bertha to be worthy? When could that have started and how did it manifest? Circling back to my interest in young!Bertha in NY, if the social rejection was bad in s1, it was probably worse then, and constant social failures would have made her angrier and more determined to both to become the queen of New York society and to see it burn. This is all stuff I want to learn more about in season 3.

HERE IS WHERE I PRETTY MUCH JUST DO PREDICTIONS (WHICH MAY BE TINFOIL, IDK):

Because I think we will finally get to see Bertha Russell: Season Villain. Every season needs a villain, and Bertha has pretty much vanquished all of them. The first couple seasons the overarching villain has been New York Society with its inequalities and pointless social cruelty, if that holds, Bertha is now the head of that system, having beaten Lina Astor and set herself up as the queen. Additionally, side opponents (not really villains) like Agnes also aren't in a position to make major problems for the protagonists because the Van Rhijn household is now the Forte household and cinnamon roll Ada is now in charge. Unless Agnes attempts to usurp her sister in a subplot (which I don't think will happen except for maybe one episode of hijinx) she's not in a powerful spot. The Society character is indisputably Bertha. And Bertha has been up to some serious villain shit. If she did agree to marry Gladys to the Duke, she's now against All the Protagonists---a sure sign of villain status. She's even against her husband, who swore to back Gladys in her choice of love match, and Gladys doesn't like the Duke. If Gladys wants out, Larry will almost certainly help her. And Saint Marian will help Larry either for love reasons or moral reasons, and hopefully Peggy has better things to do but she will probably get dragged into it somehow and if Marian's involved Ada's also involved and you see where this is going.

Also, show pacing wise, Bertha is due for a loss. I love her and I want her to win everything and be declared Empress of Earth and Moon but realistically that isn't going to happen. In a show where villains lose, it checks out. Gladys isn't going to marry the Duke, and if she does, everyone is going to regret it. One reason I think we will learn more about Bertha and her history is because if she loses she's going to Lose It. Dramatic monologue style. When she had a party and no one came she swore eternal vengeance and spent the night Angry Breathing and presumably fantasizing about the Red Wedding. She doesn't handle losing well. A big public loss after achieving every status symbol she could think of would probably break her mind, and she'll probably tell whoever she's talking to (probably George) enough backstory info that we the audience can fill in stuff. This is also where I would guess she and George would reconcile where he would see she is the person he loves and has not transformed into an automaton, she's just Messed Up, which he always knew and loved so he is Back In.

IN CONCLUSION:

This is who Marina was writing about. She is a primadonna girl, and all she ever wanted was the world. She cannot help that she needs it all, in this case the primadonna life: both the rise and the fall. She also knows exactly what she wants and who she wants to be. This is why she walks and talks like a machine. Unfortunately, she is becoming a self-fulfilled prophecy.

Oh, oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh.

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

try again?

[bucket-fucker]

god fucking dammit it is 10 pm and i am here frantically scribbling PAGES OF NOTES for a KCD fic idea

while also making a playlist for it

fuck my life

[nixie-deangel]

me to me: stop coming up with AU's until we finish at least 3 off the list!!

me to me: but just think about young nerdy professor Bradley in glasses and unruly curls with older, jaded, Jake trying to get his life together who both mistake the other as a teacher/student!

[mewkwota]

Put the gott-damn laser down let me explain. I made a small, hard-to-see mental rambling to myself about Juno's visual design and wondered if I could make any connection to why he's named like that.

My immediate assumption was possibly the Roman goddess of love and marriage. Juno's got a primarily white color scheme, and his body is kinda shaped like a wedding cake (or even a bell, based on someone else's words, so a wedding bell?). And as I'm thinking about that on top of being distracted by his hair, I realized I could reference its motions like a veil. It drops down neatly all around his shoulders.

"I connected absolutely nothing" you say? No I think I made my point perfectly. You are free to shoot me now.

[b0nelessdoodles]

SHADOW MILK DAY IS UPON US

i'm sick in the head and delusional as all hell but what if the hooded figure in the trailers is a pv from the future who failed to stop shadow milk and was able to yeet himself back in time (hello timekeeper i love you) to try and warn himself before it all went to shit again would that be cool or what?????