#god this looks so good sometimes i just

[writer-room]

Dragons Rising really is the best sequel series for diehard Lloyd enjoyers, cause, yes, we acknowledge that he has panic attacks, crappy mental health, and also he's the grandson of God, but you know what really gets me? Lloyd is tired.

He's plagued with migraines (the visions are also migraines don't @ me), he's bemoaning about never getting a good nights sleep, hes struggling so hard to be a good leader and clearly doesn't have all the answers, and he's just some 20yo who's been cursed with saving the world since he was younger than his own students.

That's the realest way Lloyd could've ever been written in a future-series. It's what he is. But he's not angry (usually), he's not telling everyone to deal with it themselves, and he's not giving up. I love when Lloyd has finally had enough, but the real, genuine Lloyd? He'd never stop caring. He cares so much it'd kill him. He's tired and by god does he refuse to quit. I love that kid. Please get him a warm blanket

[bondagebimbo]

💅🏻 real hot girl shit 💅🏻

(posting selfies that basically look the same at 3am for attention)

[pup-pee]

SO I MIGHTVE GOTTEN A BIT INSPIRED BY THIS POST

[aroaceleovaldez]

i think a lot about how early-series, demigods are referred to pretty equally as "demigods," "half-bloods," and "godlings," - the last used particularly by gods at demigods - but after that "godlings" is almost exclusively used to refer to minor gods.

something something i am literally always chewing on the concept of the line between immortals/demigods/monsters/etc being thinner than it appears

[sturnioloho]

chris praise plus a hand kiss

[beatcroc]

what kind of frivolity would you engage in, mecha?

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[disappearenceofsomeone]

ugh sick silly time wahhh

[sp1resong]

warrior cats au where the books are good

[puppyeared]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[crookedfivefingers]

3.13 | ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅꜱ

link to the post I accidentally wound up prattling endlessly about in the tags 💀

[jash-updates]

Most normal energy drink consumer

[widowshill]

— And do you or do you not have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? — Only during thunderstorms, sir.

THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) / DARK SHADOWS (1966)

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Hazard to My Health (1/????)

woe, blond!eddie be upon ye

******

If Eddie has anymore identity crises that lead to him altering his appearance, Buck might actually fucking die.

The mustache was bad enough. Eddie was going through something, which Buck gets. Christopher is an easy kid to love and just as hard to lose. So when Eddie showed up to their shift one day—without so much as even the courtesy to fucking warn a guy—with a mustache that made him look like a god damned seventies porn star, Buck bit his tongue.

Literally. And so hard that he'd needed a second to check in the bathroom if he'd drawn blood.

It's not like Buck is blind. Obviously Eddie is—well there's not really any elegant way to put it, he's hot as hell. And it's not that Buck has been oblivious to this fact for the past six years of their friendship, but he has been oblivious to the fact that he's uselessly bisexual. So every time Eddie decides to switch up his look, the burden of fresh eyes falls upon Buck and an insanity that can only be described as prepubescent strikes him.

After enduring weeks of suffering, trying not to ogle his best friend, lying to Tommy when he asks what Buck thinks of Eddie's new look, and ignoring Hen and Chim's all too delighted exchanges, Eddie finally gets Chris back and shaves the damn thing off. He looks like the Eddie that Buck knows and loves again instead of a modern day Freddie Mercury hell bent on making Buck swoon like a school girl.

For a single, fleeting week, Buck thinks, naively, that he might actually be free of this torment.

In the locker room, he haphazardly shoves his civvies into his cubbie, slipping easily into his uniform with a practiced ease.

"Morning," he hears Eddie's voice behind him, gruff in the way it is when he's had a rough morning and will be finding everything extra annoying. Buck cranes his neck, flashing a sympathetic smile to Eddie as he walks behind him, reciprocating his greeting.

Just as Buck returns his gaze to his locker, the image he's just seen registers, and he whips around to face Eddie, now standing at his own locker. Buck's eyes go wide and blue as a prairie sky.

"Holy shit," he mutters.

Eddie preemptively shows Buck a palm, not even looking in his direction. "Don't. Even. Start," Eddie growls, and that elicits a reaction in Buck—heat flooding his face and curling in his stomach.

"Your hair—"

"I know."

"It's… Blond."

"I said I know," Eddie snips, finally looking at Buck full on.

His hair is light, damn near platinum, emphasizing the darkness of his eyebrows and depth of his brown eyes and Buck legitimately feels a wave of dizziness overpower him. Buck grips the edge of his locker tighter, and the metal digging into his palm is a welcome distraction from whatever the fuck else is going on in his body.

Eddie sighs and runs a hand through his freshly dyed hair, which at this point Buck thinks is just downright rude. "Long story short: don't ever let Christopher near the shampoo ever again."

Buck swallows thickly, forcing his eyes away from Eddie's hair. The nearest alternative without completely averting his gaze leaves Buck staring at Eddie's lips, which is equally if not more distracting. With a dwindling confidence in his ability to make it through this interaction unscathed, Buck realizes there isn't a single part of Eddie that doesn't insanely turn him on.

Hen and Chim are going to have a damn field day with this.

[yellowocaballero]

Been a fan of your fics for YEARS. I was just telling my friend how despite how much I read fics I never actually love them, with some of your fics (especially TMA) as the exception. Felt the need to reread some of them and saw you reblogged some ISAT fanart. So. Any thoughts on ISAT you'd like to share?

Hope you have a wonderful day!! So happy I found your fics again!!

I avoided answering this for a while because I was trying to think of a way to cohesively and coherently vocalize my thoughts on In Stars and Time. I have given up because I don't want to hold everybody here all day and I have accepted that my thoughts are just pterodactyl screeching.

I love it so much. I have so much to say on it. It drove me bonkers for like a week straight. I have AUs. It's absolute Megbait. They're just a little Snufkin and they're having the worst experience of anybody's life. Ludonarratives my fucking beloved.

I am going to talk about the prologue.

The prologue is such a fascinating experience. You crack open the game and immediately begin checking off all of the little genre boxes: mage, warrior, researcher, you're the rogue...some little kid who's there for some reason...alright, you know the score. You're in yet another indie Earthbound RPG, these are your generic characters, let's get the ball rolling.

Except then you realize that these characters are people. You feel instantly how you've entered the game at its last dungeon, at the end of the adventure. They have their own in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They get along well and they're obviously close, but not in a twee or unrealistic way. They have so much chemistry and spirit and life. I fell in love with them so quickly.

But Sif doesn't. Sif kind of hates them, because they will not stop saying the same damn thing. They walk the same paths, do the same things, make the same jokes, expect Sif to say the same lines. They keep referencing a Sif we do not see, with jokes we never see him make and heroic personality he never shows - they reference a Sif who is dead - and Sif can't handle that, so he kills them too.

They become only an exercise in tedious frustration. Sif button mashes through their dialogue, Sif mindlessly clicks the same dialogue options, Sif skips through the tutorial, Sif blows through the puzzles. Sif turns their world into a video game. Sif is playing a generic RPG. Sif forgets their names. They are no longer people with in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They're the mage, the warrior, the researcher, and...some random kid.

I did not understand the Kid's presence at first. I had no idea what they contributed to the game. They didn't do anything. As a party member in a video game, they're a bit useless. Why is the Kid there?

Because Sif's life isn't a video game. Because the kid isn't 'the kid'. They're Bonnie. Bonnie, who the party loves. Why is Bonnie there? Because they love them. There is no room for Bonnie in the boring RPG that Sif is playing. And then you realize that Sif is wrong, and that they've lost something extremely important, and that they'll never escape without it.

Watching the prologue before watching ISAT gave ISAT the most unique air of dread and horror, because you crack open ISAT and you see the person Sif used to be. You realize that Sif used to be a person. Sif used to be the person who made jokes, who gave real smiles, who interacted with the world as if they are a part of it. And you know you are sitting down to watch Sif lose everything that made them a person, to lose everything that made them a member of this world, and turn them into a character in a video game who doesn't understand the point of Bonnie at all.

At the climax of the game, when the others realize that something is deeply wrong and that Sif physically cannot tell them, they realize that there is nothing they can do. So Bonnie declares snacktime. And for the first time they have snacktime.

What is snacktime? Classic JRPGs don't have snacktime. There's literally no point to a snacktime - not in a video game, and not in Sif's terrible life. It's not fixing this, because nothing can fix this. But Bonnie gives Sif a cookie and Sif eats it.

It's meaningless. It's a cutscene. It didn't save Sif and it didn't change a thing. It will make no difference in the end.

But it did make the difference. It made all of the difference in the world. Bonnie is a character who you really don't understand the point of before you realize that Bonnie was the entire point.

ISAT is about comfort media. Why do we play the same video games over and over again? Why do we avoid watching the finale of our favorite shows? What is truly comforting: a story with no conflict, or a story where you always know what is about to happen? Do you want to live in a scary, uncontrollable world, or do you want to play Stardew Valley? Do you want a person or a character?

When I beat Earthbound for the first time (and if you don't know, the prologue/ISAT battle system is just Mother) and watched the ending cutscene where the characters part ways and say goodbye...I felt a little bit sad. I wanted them to be together forever. But that's something only characters could ever be.

[ratatatastic]

We asked some players at NHLGlobalSeries for their best air guitar in honour of Finland's national competition... here's what we got 🎸 Panthers Cut.

[triglycercule]

horror having crazy irrational thoughts about food,,,,, like bro thinks there's poison in the cupcakes. someone snuck razor blades into the bread and once he takes a bit it'll cut him up. somehow there's mold growing inside the bananas and when he eats it the mold colony is gonna start growing on HIM and then he'll become a moldy skeleton and oh god and oh god and he is paranoid but hes so hungry.... BUT WHAY ABOUT BUGS IN THR FOOD,,,, BUT HES HUNGRY.... a struggle it truly is

probably doesnt help that dust and killer could feed into it. killer could make off hand remarks on how he snuck razor blades into the meat horror's attempting to eat (to fuck around with horror. just some eeeever so slight psychological anguish. and also because killer would just be the type of casually carry those around. what for you may ask well decide for yourself) and then immediately horror's mood drops and he storms out of the dining room. dust and horror go on a sweet little picnic in a beautiful field and its all beautiful and inconspicuous but dust made the food and horror knows that look in his eyes. horror knows dust was muttering something about chemicals a day or 2 ago. the food is poisoned isnt it??? and dust just smiles and motions for horror to eat it