#cold psychic

[pochapal]

with every progressive life is strange iteration they keep making max caulfield more and more cisgender and neurotypical....somebody needs to do something about this immediately

[americankimchi]

wish i knew what to do with this helpless frustration i feel every time i see people vilify the jedi for their way of life when the person doing the vilification doesn't even understand them properly. it's one thing to criticize and dislike them if you have an accurate picture of who they were and what they're trying to do vs. hating them because you straight up don't understand them at all 😭

[brainrotcharacters]

"I've got you."

"No. I got you."

[akusukehijau]

YIPEEEE WINNIE 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Yes kokoro is my pose ref☺️☺️

[allegriana]

Characters from Psych as part of your escape room team:

Shawn: probably banned from most escape rooms for breaking all the things they tell you explicitly not to touch. Solves each puzzle in about fifteen seconds and doesn't reveal anything until it's a sufficiently dramatic moment, so your team fails to escape in time. 2/10

Gus: the ideal escape room teammate. organized, methodical, communicative, respectful of the room, has a whole system worked out. Overthinks things a bit but the team would escape in good time. 9/10

Jules: runner up for best teammate, not as familiar with escape rooms as Gus but very enthusiastic and good instincts for troubleshooting puzzles. Helps keep people on task. 8/10

Lassie: the actual worst teammate. Thinks the escape room is every man for himself. Can't be trusted not to shoot a lock. 0/10

Henry: grumbles the entire time and makes sure you know he thinks the whole thing is dumb, but occasionally offers key insights on certain puzzles and doesn't break anything. 4/10

McNab: he's just happy to be invited. Not the fastest at solving puzzles but puts the work in and manages to figure out a couple that everyone else ditched in frustration. Never gets credit for his work. 6/10

Chief Vick: would not be tricked into going to the escape room in the first place. N/A

[iamdangerace]

Holy Hell from Foie Gras

[doybyke]

HIIII CAN YOU PLEASE DO MY SINGING MONSTERS STAMPS FOR THE ISLANDS??? LIKE THEY HAVE INTROS FOR THE ISLANDS AND IN THESE INTROS THEY SHOW THE ISLAND'S WORDMARKS COULD YOU MAKE STAMPS FOR THOSE??? IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT SEARCH UP "MSM ISLAND INTROS" ON YOUTUBE!!! ALSO SORRY FOR SHOUTING IM A LITTLE DESPERATE ALSO THIS IS ALL /NF

OF COURSE !! these were super fun 2 do i didnt even know these existed LOL, hope u enjoy :P

island intros - my singing monsters free 2 use !! reqs open !!

[butterflysonnets]

here's the thing. after the van scene being what it was, mike has to find out about will's feelings in s5. that's a given, and it's basically confirmed that he'll find out. he's going to discover eleven didn't commission the painting, and he's going to know will loves him. and with strong, long-held feelings like that involved, let me tell you from real life experience... two people cannot just stay friends. being in love and staying friends is too awkward, too painful. things won't be the same as before. they will be changed irreversibly. they will either go their separate ways because of will's one-sided love being too uncomfortable, or feelings will be reciprocated and the relationship will shift into new territory.

if mike and will going their separate ways and ending their friendship is endgame, why bother to show them drifting apart after the byers' move to california, and then spend a whole season building back up their bond stronger than before…? especially doing it in direct contrast to mike's romantic relationship with eleven being shown as fraught with dishonesty, dysfunction, and insecurity, and on the track to deteriorating in the final moments of that same season? why would you rebuild a relationship between mike and will and highlight its importance, only to drive another huge and unscalable wall between them, estranging them again? that just doesn't make sense narratively and it would be senseless writing. you can't do the same thing twice, leave it unresolved the second time, and end a show like that... unless you're going for a really unhappy and hopeless ending which, i can't believe stranger things could really be the show to do that, especially with two of its main and most beloved characters.

[terapsina]

So about Cold Case. We all agree that this show takes place in a world where ghosts are just so everyday normal that they're just a part of life and not worth commenting on, right?

Like. I know it's meant to portray closure and bringing justice to the victims and all of that, but just... when you have the detectives and the loved ones locking eyes with the spirits of the dead every single time. Just. They're ghosts. We all agree they're ghosts, right?

[kotilae]

had a VERY weird awakening at 3 a.m. this morning

[brbgensokyo]

at some point i need to run something thats based on the insane shit that came out of cold war psychotronics and cybernetics

[darkwood-sleddog]

you know it would be a lot easier to take raw feeders seriously if they didn't push pseudo sciences along with it.

[dudedearest]

fuck it. Jeff Buckley brain rot summer.

[archersartcorner]

Just a fuckton variety of Skip n Norm doodles. *points* I like the sluge…

[whistlingstarlight]

Random little story about the Thorney Towers residents, mainly Sheegor/Penelope. Set when Fred is still Chief Orderly.

(Fair warning the orderlies do not always treat the patients very kindly, and there are mentions of electroshock therapy)

Sparking Friendships

The asylum frightened Penelope. The gloomy hallways, the cold looks from the orderlies, the treatment equipment. She'd been admitted to the asylum by her family due to her severe fear of... well, almost everything, and the new environment only added to those fears.

They treated her with exposure therapy mostly. Forcing her to get uncomfortably close and personal to the things that frightened her, not giving up no matter how much she sobbed, begged and pleaded to be allowed to leave.

The electricity scared her most of all. It hurt, it left her confused and disorientated, and if it was meant to be making her less scared then it had the complete opposite effect. She found herself flinching just when the lightbulbs flickered.

The art therapy was alright, at least. Mister Teglee, one of the other patients, helped her with her paintings. She knew he was admitted due to obsessive compulsions and anger issues, he'd said as much, but he was endlessly kind and patient with her. Turtles, she liked painting turtles best. She wasn't scared of those.

They'd allowed her a small, plush turtle toy, a rare treat at the asylum. She clutched it tightly now, sitting on a bench in the garden. It was fairly quiet now, but how could she be sure it would stay peaceful? Gloria sometimes came into the garden, and she could be... unpredictable.

She squealed and flinched back at a sudden clunk from beside her. One of the orderlies had parked a wheelchair beside her, Crispin Whytehead slumped in it.

"There you are, dearie, you can sit with Inmate Delucca here." The orderly's tone was falsely bright and cheery. Demeaning.

Penelope hated how the orderlies talked to Crispin, on the rare occasions they actually did. They talked down to him like they were talking to a child. It wasn't fair, she thought; Crispin was mostly unresponsive, yes, but he was still a grown adult.

They hurt him with the electricity too. She'd overheard Chief Orderly Bonaparte talking about it, an attempt to 'stimulate his brain activity'. She didn't understand how shocking her was meant to calm her down, but get Crispin more active. It didn't seem to be having the desired effect for either of them.

"H-Hello, Crispin." She squeaked. The small man didn't answer, but she noticed a visible relax in his tensed shoulders.

"I-It's sunny t-today. Th-The flowers are looking nice, the p-pansies have started b-blooming. They're purple a-and white and yellow."

Crispin's eyesight was quite poor. She didn't need to overhear anything to know that; there were milky-blue patches forming over his pupils. She wasn't sure how bad his eyes were, whether he could see the flowers she was describing, but she figured it couldn't hurt to talk. He was one of the few people here that didn't frighten her.

She kept talking for a while, describing anything she could see; inmates and orderlies walking by, the other flowerbeds, a scraggy crow that landed on the high wall of the courtyard. Occasionally, Crispin made small noises she could only assume were responses, so she kept talking. He wasn't completely unresponsive, like some of the orderlies seemed to think.

She paused, glancing over at her friend. Were they friends? She hoped so, she'd never really had a friend before. She frowned slightly.

"They need to wash your hair." She murmured softly, taking note of the greasy sheen of the man's hair. Penelope's own hair had gone white long ago, wiry from the electroshock therapy.

"Inmate Whytehead, Delucca!" Chief Orderly Bonaparte loomed over them.

Penelope couldn't tell if Orderly Bonaparte scared her or not. He was usually quite nice, often willing to listen or try something new, but sometimes... sometimes he wasn't so nice. Not when he hurt them with the electricity.

"Come on now, you need to be elsewhere. Delucca, you've got an art therapy session now. You're making progress there, I hear. That's good."

He jerked Crispin's wheelchair back a little too sharply, setting off whilst another orderly came to escort Penelope to her next session.

[brightlotusmoon]

Me, rewatching Captain Marvel 2019, belatedly realizing that when I was writing a massive Ninja Turtles fanfic in 1998 I basically gave Michaelangelo's psionic powers the same origin story: absorbed cosmic dimensional energy from the crashed ship of an alien species. I rewrote it in 2016 a little differently, but I am extremely amused that it took this freaking long to make connections. I'm now laughing at myself.