#does this make sense? who knows

[galdrgobrrr]

Weird brain ghost exorcism but I really like that so far in the narrative Kaveh’s lesson hasn’t simply been “you can’t save everyone” instead it feels more like “it’s okay to try and save everyone, just remember you’re included in everyone”, like are Kaveh’s methods self-destructive? Absolutely, but his wish for the world to be better when he leaves it compared to entering it is an admirable one, and Kaveh’s down to earth attempts at kindness are valuable in a sumeru that is just learning to dream again. As Al-Haitham outlines in Kaveh’s hangout you can’t really admonish someone out of deeply ingrained habits, you can simply try and direct them to better outlets.

[dira333]

Somewhat related to my last ask, do you self ship? If so, with whom? If no, why not? (If you don't feel comfortable answering just ignore this)

I will not ignore this even though I don't have a good answer.

I am not sure if my brain isn't wired correctly or whatever it is, but thinking about myself being cuddly with someone or smooching someone or just... you know flirting with someone... it gives me the heebie-jeebies. One time someone wrote me a fic where my nickname was mentioned and it freaked me out.

I have noticed that it has mellowed out a bit over the years (probably because of therapy for something unrelated but still important).

But my brain loves coming up with ideas and I am a pretty visual thinker. I can see what reader sees. But that's not me. It's weird and cool and I like it though.

[annieisyourfavourite]

absolutely FORCING myself to eat a peanut butter sandwich & banana before taking a nap on my break bc even tho i am an adult who understands how things like "eating will give you more energy" work. i somehow still need a 4 step plan and process to actually eat to stop feeling tired

[rescuefield-a]

following the last post, though we have seen many times that claire basically keeps terrasave running, her position in the organisation has changed throughout the years:

she technically first heard of them a few months after being founded in 1999, though she actually joined in 2000 as a volunteer. they funded her studies in exchange for her story being used in interviews and fundraisings events

her first mission was in early 2004 in valdelobos, though it was a waste of time since they had arrived too late and never figured out what was happening with the civilians or the kids that disappeared. their collaboration with the local law enforcement was a mess too

in 2005 claire was already sort of testing waters about that spokesperson position though the airport outbreak definitely made it difficult to deal with the press about the protests happening in harvardville. inmy humble opinion even though the narrative being pushed is that claire chose a peaceful path, the way she dealt with the survivors shows that she's the only one of the mains who can be both fighter and rescuer if she wants

in 2006 she was coordinating the relief in penamstan, which is definitely a higher position but still falls in the volunteer zone. she's entrusted with talking to senators about collaborations between terrasave and the government, so i think in a way she was already getting ready to step up in position

2009 is the earliest we know of neil's involvement as leader of terrasave even though it's implied he joined sometime in 2005 after FBC was shut down, and climbed up in attempt to secretly continue lansdale's legacy. i find ot interesting that he was voted leader because of his sharp insight about bioterrorism but like, sure on paper he seems to align to the other "leaders" / founders ( chris and leon specifically ) views, but then that's it. neil gets votes but then in 2010 claire is the one organising the meeting between terrasave, bsaa and dso to which as far as we know she was also present, and in 2011 he had to pull her aside during the party to ask if she knew anything from DC. he's the leader on paper but he sure isn't leading shit if the people he's in alliance with don't even bother to talk to him specifically. i won't dwell on claire lying through her teeth about not being aware that there's a whole conspiracy since 2006 simply because that belongs to another meta but i do think at some point she was officially appointed spokesperson because 1) her connections are useful... and people prefer to talk to her better apparently, 2) neil doesn't have the personality to speak to people. it's noted he's a calm man but also detached by bioterrorism as a whole, things are just another tuesday for him ( negative ) so claire's more sensible approach is way useful when talking to the press

she's kept the spokesperson / second in command position up until sejm and her consequent resignation or break, whatever you want to call it. while i have my doubts that claire would come back knowing that even the organisation she's been in for most of her life is corrupt in some degree, i believe claire's plan was to teach moira the way so that at the next election they would have become the leader / second in command duo

death island will probably show claire as a volunteer once again because capflop hates having cool women in position of power, but in the off chance they don't tell us more about what happened post sejm, this is how things will go: from 2011 to 2013 claire was unaffiliated from terrasave, and mostly spent her time tracing back all the steps of neil and alex's plans in order to clear terrasave's name ( not that they asked, but since she really wants that leader position some leverage is needed ). benford's presidential speech at tall oaks was supposed to start a new era though as we know it was the opposite. claire helped terrasave volunteers in the aftermath of the outbreak even though there wasn't much left by the end of it. she's elected leader in 2014, with the assignment to sonido de tortuga being her first since working with the ngo again. it's worth to note that with claire being the leader, collaborations with the bsaa are more frequent; claire also reports to chris in these cases as if she was another agent, because technically she is. since it seems that the events of death island will be game changer to the point it needs the whole squad, in 2015 she will be in san francisco / alcatraz to conduct a joint investigation with the bsaa

[silencedrage]

the way that van cannot stand conflict drives me a little feral ngl. even when she has every reason to be angry or bitter or snappy, she cannot fucking stand when other people feel bad.

the thing with jackie dragging shauna out of the plane and leaving van behind? van has EVERY RIGHT to be pissed at jackie forever for that, or for at least far longer than she showed on the show. but even when she throws it back in jackie's face, she cuts herself off before crossing the line that can't be uncrossed, which imo is telling anyone (namely tai). because you absolutely know that if tai had known what jackie did, there is no fucking way that she would ever have forgiven jackie for it, and maybe even shauna, and i think van knows that.

growing up with an alcoholic for a mom meant that van learned very early on how to mediate and read the room. as a child, her survival depended on it and it became a natural instinct to read body language and between the lines of what people aren't saying. she knows taissa and she knows jackie and she clocks that they're in an impossible fucking situation, and what would telling tai do other than create even more friction than what was already there? van knows skirting that conflict is more important than her own vindication and she never brings it up.

i honestly even think that after the first few days, van is mostly over it? not over it in the sense that she's not freaking out about having a near death experience and everything else that's going on, but i think she's over the idea of being angry at jackie for it. she makes a couple comments, gives the cold shoulder to jackie, but she doesn't take it much further than that.

and then jackie pushes her out of the way of the plane's propeller, and even though i fully groaned when she was like "hey that makes us even, right?" (and honestly so did van), it kinda clued them into the fact that jackie was still angsting about what happened. she still felt bad over making a decision in a terrible circumstance and van doesn't really think it's productive for her to keep doing that. i think it's important that she doesn't outright ever tell jackie that it's fine, but i think a part of van stops holding it over her head as much because she doesn't like the way that jackie's guilt makes her feel.

there are a few other moments with taissa where she does the same. top of mind moments are in ep 7 when they're all laying down for the night and tai's about to give a speech, and van cuts her off to be like "we don't need another speech, we need to sleep" and it's uncharacteristically short for her. and then half a second later, she can't stand the awkward silence so she says she'll take first watch because she needs to smooth over the conflict because otherwise it makes her anxious.

another moment it happens is in 2x06 (my rewatch of the ep sparked this entire post) when they're talking about what the other tai said and tai's like "maybe she meant you and me?" and van literally scoffs and says no and there's a shot of tai looking like a kicked puppy and AGAIN van can't deal with that look and she's just like "no i have to take care of me, we can't do this, you're married, etc etc etc" and i just weep about van palmer and her desperate need to avoid conflict and how that manifests even when she has every right to be furious and bitter.

and she's not perfect! she loses her temper a lot but she tries not to let it linger. she's incapable of letting it fester. she says what she means and then covers it up immediately with a joke or a throw away quip and i want to peel back all of the layers of different archetypes van encompasses because liv and lauren give such layered performances that it makes me want to die

[fagdykevash]

ever since s2 i've loved the feel of dualies. i remember picking them up bc sheldon needed like. testing or whatever and immediately realizing that would be my new main. anyway if i could dodge roll in real life that would've fix me

[beachboysnatural]

Need to rotate Vertigo around in my mind for a little bit. Spirals hypnosis obsession. Red and green. The deconstruction of both the Hitchcock blonde and the everyman. Intentionally grounding the story in a real place. It's inevitable because it's happened before except it didn't. How far is Scotty manipulated and how far does he go by himself? Does he see her as a person or a blonde prop who needs to be saved? All this from Alfred fucking Hitchcock like

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[feistyvampire]

i never thought to talk about this but the way i have the vampires function in my OC verse is that blood keeps their body functioning in a sense so they can sort of appear human if no one looks too closely at them or their habits but it makes them even more dependent on blood not only as a way to sate their hunger but to also keep living a relatively normal life

and the blood keeping their body functioning allows them to consume regular food or drink and etc if they choose to, though those things still don’t give them as much nourishment as blood does and are generally just for personal pleasure, for appearances in public, and/or nostalgia

edgar himself isn’t always able to keep food and drink down unfortunately so hes learned to be more careful to an extent but some days he probably feels like he misses being human

[horrorlesbians]

the obsession with aesthetic-izing everything is a disease that companies have sold us via influencers. it's all about turning your private space into a perfect backdrop for videos and photos, everything has to be a soundstage to market a product. making you view your own private space like a voyeur, already imagining the comments people might leave if your home isn't what they deem ideal. your fridge does not need to be aesthetically pleasing, you don't need to empty out spices from plastic packaging into a glass jar of the exact same size of the original packaging. not everything has to be pinterest goals. there is so little time, just live life.

[mythalism]

solas: uwuuu you disrupted my ritual and trapped me!!! now im stuck here and it’s all your fault wahhh poor little old me stuck in the fade in a prison that i designed myself within my realm that i created where im supremely powerful and can “casually reshape reality” with a thought and i have an anchor that lets me open rifts physically in and out of here BUT NOW IM TRAPPED!!!!! 🥺🥺😣😣😰😰

meanwhile solas:

[ciderjacks]

despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,

theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.

[dcrknesshums]

james kept the pace of his hand slow, working himself back up as his eyes greedily took in every movement dani made; not hypnotized, per sey, but almost as if he was commanding each of her movements with his eyes. a puppeteer pulling strings without even needing to touch them. like her muscles were not capable of so much as twitching unless he willed them to. bit by bit, her clothing was dropped to the ground; discarded amongst the blood and sweat and dirt that had built up on the tiled floor beneath them. dani didn't need to make an extravagant show of it, because james knew her body so well it was practically filed to memory, but he watched carefully to ensure she didn't so much as brush her fingers against herself; not even willing to tolerate the accident graze of a knuckle. what james said went, and that wasn't up for discussion. dani knew that, she was a smart little thing... but the idea of a punishment did make his eyes look extra carefully, as if wanting to catch a mistake.

stepping forward, james continued to drag his fingers up and down his shaft, the length of it still slick with her saliva though certainly in need of more lubrication as his hand worked himself base to tip. james lifted the hand not occupied with his cock to her face, gingerly brushing the backs of his knuckles along her cheek, before it slowly slid down the slope of her neck, brushing over he collarbone, before he moved to grab her shoulder and forcefully turn her around. james's palm shifted to then be between her shoulder blades, pushing hard enough to force her to bend over. then, he guided each of her arms to the respective arm rests of the chair the slowly cooling body was slumped in so she was practically bent over it. ❛ you're gonna look at what you did while daddy fucks you, ❜ james mused, fingers wandering down her spine, crawling over the curve of her ass then moving between her legs to pat the inside of her inner thighs; silently demanding her to spread her legs. stepping forward, james notched his quickly swelling tip at her entrance, dragging his tip up and down slick folds, a gritty hum of appreciation sounding as her arousal immediately coated him. his hand was then back in her hair, winding the locks uncomfortably tight around his fingers, pulling on them enough to lift her face to practically force it upwards — holding it only a few inches from the one void of life and color before her, eyes trained on her form beneath him. ❛ tell 'em how fucking wet you got when you slit his throat. tell 'em just how hot killing him made you. ❜ james mused, his expression manic and wild, still taunting her entrance with his tip.

She hardly needed the reminder. As if she would ever let a single drop of his cum fall onto the floor, not when the other option was to swallow it all. A sharp inhale morphed into a groan as he pulled her to her feet by nothing more than the hair he was holding onto, the pain immediately shooting straight to her cunt in the form of pleasure. Teeth dug into her bottom lip as she moaned, eyes dark with desire watching as he brought her fingers to his lips, whining at the sight of him licking them clean. Fuck, she was so obsessed with him, and James knew it. There wasn't anything in this universe that he could ask her to do that she wouldn't. Nothing was off limits. Even murder...clearly. The bastard they'd killed had all but been forgotten in favor of his cock and now this.

Lips curled into a smirk as he commanded her to strip, hands sliding over her own body to the hem of her shirt. "Yes, daddy." Lifting the fabric over her head, Dani tossed it off to the floor before reaching behind down to finish removing her jeans. Her eyes fell to his cock, watching hungrily as he stroked himself, only left in her bra and soaking panties. She made quick work of unclasping her bra, letting the straps slide over her shoulders before throwing it off somewhere and turned her attention to her panties. The urge to accidentally brush her fingers over her clit was high but she knew he'd see, she knew he'd punish her for it, so they came off without a hitch, and in hardly any time at all, Dani stood before him stark naked and splatted with cum and blood.

[mjulmjul]

Katya / Goncharov

[99thpercentile]

places where the audio distorts

image ids under the cut

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the audio distorts when people lie.

I imagine this knowledge will come in handy later.

[id: ALICE: This is not something you go poking around in. Not if you want to keep your job… or your neck. SAM: (a little amused) Okay, okay! I get it. Consider me scared straight. "Consider me scared straight" is highlighted. end id]

[id: LENA: Now, while I understand your concerns, you need to understand that Colin has held the IT Manager position for some time without incident, and although he is somewhat… frustrated with his current assignment, he can request help from the central IT team at any time. I am certain that should he find his responsibilities unmanageable, he will request assistance. Or resign, of course. Either way, the problem will resolve itself. "Or resign, of course" is highlighted. end id]

[id: CELIA: Is there any way to look up specific files? ALICE: Like what? CELIA: Oh, I don’t know. Every case about… being buried alive, or meat, or… whatever. ALICE: Well, there’s a search bar, but it doesn’t actually do anything. You’d have to dig through them all manually. (suspicious) – Why do you ask? CELIA: Just figuring it all out. Ah well, I guess I’ll need to find Bigfoot on my own time. "Just figuring it all out" is highlighted. end id]

[id: GERTRUDE: I see. Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t think Gerry can help you – GERRY: (casually) Yeah, I barely remember any of it. "I don’t think Gerry can help you" is highlighted. end id]

[id: GERRY: Oh yeah, but I was pretty young. I remember filling in a bunch of forms and questionnaires, then some old men asking me questions about what books I liked to read, who did I look up to, that kind of thing. And then I left. SAM: (disappointed) That’s all? GERRY: Yeah, afraid so. Other than just sitting around with a bunch of other kids in a room that smelled like old books. "Yeah, afraid so" is highlighted. end id]

[id: CELIA: I’m trying to look into… Weird physics stuff: time travel, other dimensions, teleportation, all that good stuff. Freddy doesn’t really do searches, so you could keep an eye out and let me know if any come up in your cases? SAM: Uh, sounds a bit sci-fi compared to our usuals. What’s this for? (amused breath) You’re not doing research for that podcast you were on, are you? CELIA: (surprised) You know about that? SAM: I might have given you a quick Google. CELIA: Then… yeah. I’m doing a favor for Georgie. "yeah. I’m doing a favor for Georgie" is highlighted. end id]

[s0fter-sin]

kneeling is a broad term for what ghost does with price

surrendering is slightly more accurate but even that doesn’t hope to touch the sheer desperation in the way he clutches at him; his body bowed low at his feet, his legs latched around one of his, hugging it so tightly to his chest his arms shake as he digs his face into his thigh

it’s only here that he can finally give in to the screaming; to the distant voice he strangles into silence every day of his life. the one who begs him to make himself as small as possible; do everything he can to hide from the ever encroaching demons growling and salivating at his heels

it’s only here, in the dark of price’s barracks, hidden by a bed at his back and a wall to his front, that he finally lets himself stop running; only between solid combat boots and worn fatigues does he let himself tremble and admit to the choking fear

he’d break open price’s chest if he could; crawl past his gushing viscera and curl up under his ribs, hidden in the warm dark

ghost clawed his way out of the grave with broken nails and gritted teeth but he wouldn’t mind being buried again if it meant being cradled in the safety of price’s insides. his warm blood and soft lungs would blanket him, mask the stench of his rotten flesh until he could even convince himself that, maybe, he too was still alive

he shifts, unnerved by his own longing, and price runs his hand over the crown of his mask the same way he’d card it through his hair until he settles once more

he grounds him over the long hours it takes for his white-knuckled grip to relax into a loose hold; for his face to stop grinding into the meat of his thigh and simply rest in his lap, his bracketing legs the only thing holding his lax body up as he floats, untethered by fear