#god he doesnt deserve this

[wanderingmoonmen]

pretty much found out my worries and suspicions were correct and my childhood best friend is in an emotionally absuvie relationship and i feel like im gonna hulk out. or im gonna bust into his apartment like the kool-aid man holy shit

[ochiody]

timedive concepts so far

[rosefires20]

My brainrot today is thinking about just how incredible for a character Eowyn is.

Genuinely. The series might not have many female characters but the ones we do get go so fucking hard.

To me, Eowyn is literally the definition of defining being a woman for oneself. She rejects the roles she is given despite acknlowdging the importance and its mostly because she knows part of the reason is that she is a woman.

The reason why she is obsessed with Aragorn isn't because she loves him but because she wants what he has. She wants the freedom and courage and bravery that Aragorn has at every turn. She literally has multiple conversations during the Two Towers about how what she fears most is a cage. All this girl wants is the freedom to be and not be forced into a role. The best thing is that she literally gets that.

The segment of Return of the King about Eowyn and Faramir is literally about her piecing together what she truly wants. She doesn't want Aragorn. She wants freedom and the ability to choose. Faramir does nothing but encourage that in her. Their love story is literally one of the healthiest love stories I've seen in a long time because at the heart of it, their love is a place to return home to for both parties. Both go off to lead and help their people for a considerable amount of time before returning to each other but that does not diminish their bond. Even Faramir, I believe, falls in love with her bravery and dedication to her loved ones. The reason she went to Pelenor Fields and Gondor with the troops of Rohan was because she had things she wanted to fight for. She wanted to fight for herself, her people, and her loved ones. She is the one who protects Theoden after he is killed so that his body gets the treatment it deserves. She encourages Merry and helps him go to the battle because she sees her struggle in Merry. They feel helpless standing around when there are things to be doing.

Let's also not forget the fact that she was around Grima Wormtounge just as much as the King was. She was exposed to the same poison and awful words that eroded the king. It's even implied that her care for him is part of the reason why Theoden was savable when Gandalf showed up. She had the same power and bravery as everyone else even if she didn't see it in herself.

Then at the end of the day, SHE decides where she wants to go and what path she wants to walk. She walked the path of a warrior. The path of a princess/ruler. The path of a caretaker. But in the end she decides which elements truly mean something to her outside of gender definitions. That is what makes her character so incredible to me. In this she literally kills one of the biggest enemies in that battle with such a badass line.

[mionkings]

Wrong Twin Bozos 🙄

First ever DC x DP prompt because I've been getting brainrot reading yall prompts and I need a nap :> this is crac–

A classic twin Damian and Danny AU, where Danny ends up with the generic fuckery of having the GIW/Bad Parents!Fentons after him from a bad reveal gone wrong, Vlad outing him, or escaping after getting vivsected and injured badly.

Who Knows? But Danny's GOTTA GO-

Now in some scenarios, we get Danny hitting the deck and going to Gotham, to Batman and Robin aka Damian for help and revealing himself. But some au prompts I've seen of Danny ORIGINS about leaving the League of Assassins is via fake death, help or the pit, etc. Danny left for a reason that got him away with a new life- he's FUCKED if he goes to his bio dad and his twin brother, he tells himself =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇).

Going to Gotham aka the BatFam would blow Danny's cover, getting the attention of the League of Assassins after all this time is definitely not on Danny's to-do list. He's got enough on his plate, thank you :']

So instead, while Danny leaves Amity Park with the help of his friends, he doesn't aim for Gotham, he instead goes to hide in other cities such as Star City, Keystone City, or Central City. Honestly, doesn't even have to be a city, he straight up leaves the country if yall feel like it, guy deserves a break dammit. Can't have laws of legal torture affect you when you're in open seas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now cue Danny's pursuers scrambling to find the Halfa, a constant chase- that is until they finally get a photo of Danny, scowling with his green eyes, trying to hide his ghostly traits that mustve leaked through when the photo was taken in Gotham.

They begin to get ready.

It's time to capture the creature once and for all.

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

daniel was so enthralled and delighted seeing louis' fangs, was fascinated with the knowledge that armand can read minds, that it stands to reason he would go balls to the wall insane to find out armand can fly. in the 70s he'd ask armand to do it all the time and armand would always do it so daniel would cheer for him and get all excited again. so in dubai in 2022 when armand is revealing himself as the ancient vampire and not the servant boy, i like to think he was like "well, there's one surefire way to make sure this reveal makes daniel's eyes bug out and makes him freak out and go crazy and realize how cool and hot and powerful i am." and then he just. starts fucking flying

[liothebiblioklept]

Love their confidence 💪💪🔥🔥🔥

[thegaydepressedone]

I'm thinking about Jon and Martin in the safehouse after the Change

I'm thinking of them laying in bed together, comforting one another, distracting themselves from what waits outside.

I'm thinking about how Martin would begin to gently stroke Jon's head. Slowly, subtly, he would begin to run his fingers through the length of Jon's hair. Eventually, Jon would notice the light tugging of Martin teasing apart the knots, and he would murmur, "What are you doing?"

and Martin would sadly whisper, "You haven't been brushing it..."

[khevras]

Golden Wind/Vento Aureo Spoilers

Video Transcript

Bruno: I'll be forced to cut ties with you. A traitor stands alone on an island of isolation. Your failure will be yours and yours alone.

So recently I've decided I really wanted to rewatch golden wind after reading the rest of the parts, and since this time I wanted to give more focus to the animation, I decided to watch it in dub. As a result, when I got to this part in ep3, I realised the dub had elected to change what exactly Bruno had said, stating the words above instead.

This struck me as a bit of a wierd change until I then realised how much this moment foreshadows Fugos 'betrayal' at San Giorgio Maggiore; by having the only one not betraying the boss being the one who suffers what Bruno predicted.

I feel like this foreshadowing is honestly amazing, and also hits home at how Fugo feels later on in phf when thinking back to his actions as the pier. I feel like he really does think of his lack of movement as a failure towards Bucciarati, one he has to atone for and I think it's really interesting.

On top of that, I find it really fun how accurate Brunos words are to the situation as a whole, and I find it quite ironic that the one who suffers them isn't even betraying the boss like Bruno is describing, but rather Bruno himself.

Overall, I really like how this singular line foreshadows a moment episodes later, and how I can bring up how Fugo's opinions and feelings on the event are reflected in Bucciarati's words.

[mamawasatesttube]

thinking abt kon getting hurt/upset about something big and clark bundling him up in his cape... ouuhhhhh souperfam save me...

[lilithofpenandbook]

Literally how do you even respond to that?

[hunterrrs]

yeah. sure. we should criticize sid more. yeah.

love people going off:

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i feel like a big important part of having media literacy is understanding that theres a difference between liking or hating a character as a person and liking or hating a character as a character

i just feel like people confuse the two a lot, and it sparks really weird conversations like "i love kusuke" "?? thats so fucking weird hes a bad person" and "i hate kusuke so much for hurting kusuo" "but hes such a well-written character!"

you can hate a character as a person and love them as a character and love how theyre written, you can also not like a characters actions but sympathize with them as a person, this is what most people do with popular antagonist characters 🤷🏻‍♀️ its also what was INTENDED when characters like this are written, youre SUPPOSED to understand the character, maybe sympathize with them, but still be able to judge their actions and morality. its also okay if YOU dont like the way a character is written but understand that they exist for a reason and youre most likely biased when you talk about them and the parts of the story theyre involved in

[monsterlimbs]

I'm so horribly arachnophobic and a little trypophobic, which makes my new obsession (Kar'niss) so much funnier.

Warning for a drider (half drow half spider) dude below <3

He is almost the epitome of what I fear irl. He's part spider, he has many, asymmetrical eyes, he's sporadic and unpredictable, he goes from being like "my queen... she calls... she- GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE SHADOWS! WE DO NOT. FEED. THE SHADOWS!" and all of a sudden he's screaming, and he's incredibly violent (so violent in fact, that in an attempt to protect his group, he'd kill them. brutally.)

And yet I feel zero discomfort when I look at him. He's just a cute little guy. Anyways I'm making a fic for him now because I got obsessed with him all of a sudden. Like he's my new hyperfixation. Wtf

He's so soft looking. Soft as in sweet baby, he looks like that drider armor skin is LEATHERY.... But look at him 🥺

Look at this smile!! i need to bite him and shake him around like a ragdoll

I like him very much. too much. i'm starting to get into the "he's so cute he's giving me a stomach ache" part of hyperfixation. dreading that part but look at him!! Poor thing deserves sm better. like permaybe being gnawed on by a drow........ yes.......

[moontal-vd]

Hi south park people I give you ✨️the boys✨️

This was made for my sister hehe (she got me into south park SHE DID THIS TO ME)

[qoldenskies]

just saw the tags on your last post about whether donnie would do the lair games again and felt anguish just imagining it ohhhh my gosh ooohhh ohhhh my shayla oohhhh ohh eueueueueueueugh

he used to be so competitive *crying emoji* he used to banter he used to play along he used to want to win he used to push back *falls to my knees banging my fists on the ground*

would they try to play new games in lair games? make them somehow softer? make them less likely to scare him/cause him anxiety? is there any game out there that would let him forget? that would get him so immersed that the worries fall off, that the fears are put on hold at least for a little while? NOT JUST WITH THE LAIR GAMES BUT IS THERE ANYTHING OUT THERE THAT WOULD DISTRACT HIM FROM WHAT HAPPENED? ANYTHING THAT WOULD BRING BACK THE OLD DONNIE EVEN IF JUST A SHADOW? something wherein donnie makes a remark on instinct, says something sarcastic something teasing something snarky, does a confidence gesture, poses funny and silly, dances in front of his brothers again??? something he doesn't even seem to realize but his brothers do, and it means just the world to them but they can't make a big deal out of it, can't draw any attention to it because they know if they do he'll hide away so far within himself they might never see this wisp of him ever again.

(also sorry if you've already posted something like this in cc, i'm not entirely caught up yet but i prommy i will be soon!!!!, just couldn't stop my mind from running away from me after reading your comment about lair games, okay luv you byeeeee)

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK GODDDDD like would winning even make him feel better. would he actually feel proud of himself or would he classify that under "nice things im not allowed to have" because the idea of being above them in any way about anything that isnt useful would freak him out. is there anything that would ACTUALLY just help him let loose???? considering how lair games were for him before i think he really harbored a lot of insecurity about participating until the most recent year so i dont think itd be something he'd necessarily be excited about but god do i love the idea of him actually managing to enjoy himself :') they would probably adjust it to be more comfortable for him at the very least, IF he even wants to go again. i dont think they'd push him if he said no

ghhhh the idea of them having to stop themselves from saying something when they see little whispers of his old self though. like theyre so proud and so excited and happy but if they mentioned it he would be so insecure i aughhhhhh

[randomwriteronline]

"Hey," Lamush called out to the brick maker. The stranger turned to him, listening intently. "Are you a reincarnation of Mata Nui?"

Droopy eyes blinked, and the strange face tilted lightly.

"No, I do not think so," he replied to the Koniri.

"Alright, sorry to have bothered you."

"It was no trouble at all."

He watched, amused, as the Agori walked back to the small group of sheepish Matoran masons huddled just around the corner to relay the news, smiling to himself when they mumbled embarrassedly to one another; then he went back to the bricks, and discovered his hands were completely limp from the wrist downwards and flaring up something terrifying.

"Oh dear," he murmured, a little concerned but mostly somewhat peeved, and went to look for help.

-

"Excuse me," Kavne managed to whisper after almost five minutes of jittering in place completely overwhelmed by wrecking anxiety. He tried not to crumble into dust the second kind eyes turned to him, waiting for him to go on, and somehow mustered the strength to ask with the quietest breath he could: "Are you... The Great Spirit?"

The strange being helping him keep watch on the herd smiled sweetly: "I am afraid not," he said, sounding as though he was honestly sorry about that.

Kavne immediately tried to melt into the ground.

"Please, do not feel embarrassed," his companion reassured him with a gentle laugh in his voice, "It was a fair question."

The Fa-Matoran whined something incomprehensible in response, hands still covering his mask to hide away from the whole world - especially from the owner of the gentle, worn, warm palm caressing his back in a comforting manner.

-

Ixoma furrowed his expression hard as he stared.

The object of his attention sat down heavily, exhaling a shuddering breath as a painful sensation not too dissimilar from frostbite corroded the exact spots in which his legs met his hips.

"You're awfully weak for a being your size," the Ba-Matoran commented as he took up a few of the scrolls and tablets that the other definitely was not going to be able to put back in their rightful place for a while.

The stranger hummed: "Perhaps my size is the problem in and of itself," he mused, words still a bit pained: "My body has a history of fighting me, either way."

The shorter being tapped his foot against the ground.

"Are you Mata Nui?" he asked. Bluntness had always got him pretty far, so he saw no reason to run circles around the matter.

His interlocutor looked into his eyes: "As in, the Great Spirit?"

"Of course."

"No, I do not believe I am."

Oh well. It had been worth a try.

-

"You know, ever since I've heard of all that stuff you do around the city, the odd jobs and all - I've been wondering, are you an emissary of the Great Spirit?"

The stranger tilted his head in surprise: "I never considered such a thing," he admitted, seeming just as intrigued by the possibility.

Eykivik turned away from him to gently tap the left side of the rolling stairs she was perched on, and the other gently pushed it in that direction to let the Av-Matoran check on the large constellation slates other astrologers had just installed.

"Perhaps I have indeed been assigned a mission by the Great Spirit - although I do not know what that might be."

"Helping us, maybe," the Matoran proposed.

"I would rather believe I do that out of my own will."

"What's the difference?"

"I suppose there is none, in the grand scheme of things. But I hope I am the one who compels myself to be of help to those in need, and that I do not have to be compelled by Destiny in my stead."

She made a long, curious sound. Her sand green mask turned back to him, regarding him with curiosity.

"You're pretty well versed in Matoric theology," she noted.

He smiled, droopy eyes seeming proud: "Thank you," he replied, "It is a rather intriguing subject to study."

-

Kongu barely held himself back from sinking his hands into the dusty shoulders: "You can NOT keep doing this," he forced himself to say with at least the vaguest air of calm about himself, like he was not about to blow roughly three brain circuits all at once.

Mata Nui, laying down in his bed in the spitting image of politeness, smiled innocently.

"Stop that."

"I am only resting."

"You slygrin. Slygrinners plotscheme secretpranking surprises and leave crackbranched bogwalkers in their wake."

Mata Nui smiled a little wider.

"STOP that."

"Even ignoring the constant strain you're putting your very frail body through which in turn makes it break down all the time," Jaller began.

"Which we should not ignore," Nuparu interrupted him.

"-Which we should't ignore, that's true, but for the purposes of remaining focused on just one topic we will have to - do you remember why we agreed not to yell out for the whole planet to hear that you are, in fact, the actual living breathing Mata Nui, in the flesh and pistons?"

"And sand." his interlocutor added.

"And sand?"

"I do. I have been acting accordingly."

"You just told us you've had four separate occasions in which someone asked you if you're the Great Spirit," Hahli reminded him. "I don't think that's a good sign on how hidden you're keeping your actual identity."

"I can assure you I am not being recognized," he replied: "The only advantage to come of my lack of interaction with you is that my appearance, voice, and general quirks by which I could be recognized are not common knowledge."

"How come this keeps happening, then?"

He leaned his head back, with a tired motion: "I enjoy making myself useful... Perhaps this brings them to make educated guesses."

Jaller rubbed his temples to keep his composure, feeling a very unpleasant deja-vù sort of sensation that threatened to make him break out into a headache in much the same way Potori skin broke out in hives when exposed too long to the sun without any fleece to cover it: "The problem remains that if they keep making educated guesses, they will find out eventually."

"They will not."

"How are you so sure?" Nuparu glared.

"I know how to answer discreetly."

"So your master plan is to lie to their faces and hope you can keep it going as long as possible?"

"I do not lie."

Nuparu squinted, doubtful. Kongu crouched on his knees with a loud groan. Hahli banged her head against a wall a few times. Jaller gave up and simply laid on the ground.

Mata Nui seemed to be having fun.

Noticing he was more or less the only one not currently thinking of strangling their god at least a little bit, Hewkii clicked his tongue: "What do you mean by that, exactly?"

"I answer truthfully, if at times in a somewhat misleading manner."

That sounds familiar, they all thought.

In a very annoying way.

"Any examples?" the Stone Toa encouraged him.

"Firstly, of course, I am not a reincarnation of myself - not in the metempsichotic sense of the word, at least, nor do I think it quite applies in the physical sense, either." and he gestured vaguely at himself, as if to indicate the entirety of his latest, essentially hand-made form: "I would not call any of my previous bodies 'mine' as in 'intriscally intertwined with my self'."

Kongu grunted a short hum: "Fair enough."

"In a similar manner, I do not believe I am the Great Spirit."

"That's just a lie," Hahli interrupted him.

"It is not."

"Yes it is."

"I assure you otherwise."

"You are the Great Spirit," Jaller argued, voice muffled as he did not raise his head from the ground. "Your name literally translates to Great Spirit. What you're doing is called lying."

"My name literally translates to Big Face," Mata Nui cheerfully corrected him: "It comes from an insular language spoken in a region more or less on the other side of the planet, and depending on the placement of the accents and the length of the vowels it can also be translated with many other words such as Big Flint, Big Screen, Big Sedge or Big Spell."

All five looked at him befuddled.

"Wait, seriously?" asked Nuparu at last.

"Yes!"

"Why is it Great Spirit for us, then?"

"The Matoran language derived from what words were available to you in the coding," the other mused: "I suppose my name must have been amongst them, and it was assigned meaning according to the culture that was developing alongside your conscience."

That made enough sense, considering what they'd learned of themselves. It still didn't help much on the matter at hand, which was that, according to Matoran custom, Mata Nui was still inequivocably the Great Spirit, and claiming not to be was a bold faced lie - especially considering that there wasn't exactly an alternative option, neither in deity (the Great Beings were on thin fucking ice at best) nor in alternative candidate.

That very thought struck Kongu, who tilted his head and began, very slowly: "Alright. Answer me this, then. If you're not the Great Spirit... Then who in Karzhani do you suppose it would be?"

"The actual Great Spirit."

Jaller groaned very loudly and massaged his temples, still laying flat on the ground.

His aerial deputy pointed at him: "Seconded."

"Thirded." Hahli added in a similarly disgruntled tone.

Hewkii, last deputy still standing, once again figured it was up to him to make sure the possibility of one of his siblings caving in and calling their former god a bitch directly to his face - which he was rather sure said former god wouldn't have even objected to - was anything other than extremely likely, and defused the situation by asking: "Is it a religion thing?"

Mata Nui nodded: "More or less. I assume there is an ineffable Great Spirit which houses the universe within itself, much vaster than I ever was; I would not dare to compare myself to it."

The Mahri had to admit that it made perfect sense, and it made his statement not exactly a lie; so, they silently agreed to let it slide.

Nuparu actually turned thoughtful for a moment: "Would that imply that, much like our previous cosmos, this universe is also contained in some kind of robot so big that we don't even think it could exist, and that we are its cogs?"

"That is perfectly plausible, yes," Mata Nui considered. "Though considering the size it should be according to my journeys, we would be much smaller from its perspective than you were compared to my former body - somewhere closer to grains of sand in a perfume bottle, lost somewhere in a castle with a large number of rooms."

"Oh, that'd be fun," the Onu-Toa commented casually.

"Alright, but what are you going to do if someone asks if you're Mata Nui?" Hahli interrupted them. "You can't lie about that."

"In truth it has already happened once, and I did inquire if it was meant as a synonym for the Great Spirit, which it was; ergo, I could reply that I do not believe I am."

"What if they asked for your name, specifically?" she insisted.

"There are quite a few ways to swivel out of an answer in such a case."

"And if they were just really blunt about it? Asking directly, is your name Mata Nui?"

"Then I would say yes," he answered simply. "No necessary relation."

Jaller groaned even louder.

Mata Nui leaned back, very amused: "I am but a strange traveler from a foreign land, with a strange name in a foreign language, not alike to any other being either biomechanical or organic, with an ancient air about my person and the sort of frail body that often denotes an advanced age. Is it so unlikely, that I would happen to be named in such an unusual way?"

The leader of the Toa Mahri rolled over and treated him to an angry, begrudgingly impressed glare.

"You're far too good at this," he grumbled.

The other beamed with pride: "Thank you! I like this sort of riddles."

A sudden silly idea blinked to life in Hewkii's head as he watched them - something that made great sense and also threatened to drive him slightly insane: "Quick question, did you choose the Turaga because they're really good at zigzagging around the truth?" he asked. "You know... Like you?"

At that Mata Nui's face fell into a neutral expression.

He blinked slowly, appearing surprised; he then tilted his head, gazed blankly into the wall, pondered the question, and at last regaled the Po-Toa with a sweet, gentle, wide smile.

"That is something between me and them," he replied enygmatically: "Perhaps you might find denial or confirmation in their words."

"We're never going to know."

"Probably."