#halfpoints

[take-my-soul-if]

no weekly devlog for last week because i simply wasn't able to get any writing done. it was mostly just future chapter planning aswell as figuring out more of the shit i need to start tracking from the beginning (ex; how touch-averse PC is) even if im working on the game slowly, ik it should be done before june aslong as the month goes smoothly in terms of family and school 💀

[masked-and-doomed]

It's always surprising to see people in *two* fandoms I'm also in

[karokawwo]

I'll try to do more kf doodles of the rest of the spring semester bc I WANT TO but idk if my hands will cooperate...

[michadeau]

ithfr ending so unglamorous. parnar sauna speedrun 😔.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

further along in monster now, tho still not to even the halfpoint mark bc it is SO fucking long. which is especially weird for an action-drama

it deals very elegantly with a problem facing longrunning action-drama series especially, tho the genre as a whole has to cope with it one way or another: in order to maintain tension, ppl need to be trying to shoot (or stab, or lase, or whatever) each other all the time; and in order to maintain interest, the character roster needs to be relatively stable. there are non-solutions which simply dispense with one of the two desiderata, and there are bad solutions which infringe on verisimilitude or dramatic virtue: ppl just keep missing with their guns, someone has op shield/heal powers, resurrection is cheap, etc

in monster, instead, you have the central protag be a prodigy-genius surgeon with a rock solid devotion to treating whoevers in front of him. so ppl can get shot time and again and the protag can bring them back from the brink of death, even if theyre his enemies or he has otherwise no independent investment in their survival. and the kicker is that these two qualities of his are (spoilers) what mire everyone in the central conflict of the story from the get go, so it doesnt feel narratively "cheap" bc the plot has already "paid" for them. prolly cant get away with this gimmick too many times before the trope becomes annoying but it works great here!

[ydotome]

Halfpoint - Shaman King: Flowers - Episode 9

[thatone-brightstar]

More than all the stars (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader) (The Bear & The Fox Series)

Prologue: "'best natural lighting' or whatever..."

Words: 1.8k

summary: This is a story about love.

a/n: Hi, I'm back! (did ya miss me?!) Enjoy a lil preview of part III and remember comments are always appreciated! P.S. if you haven't read part 1 or 2. Here's a link to both!

The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Before You (Carmen Berzatto X Fem!OC)

There’s a slight tremor to your hands, clinging tightly to the worn down synthetic cover of the steering wheel, while the pillow under your thighs lifts you up enough to see over the hood.

“Whenever you’re ready, babe.” Carmy speaks softly over the rumbling engine, one hand cupping over your static knee.

“I know just- gimme a sec.” You answer nervously and take your hands off the wheel to dry out the sweat then readjust them with a loud exhale. “Okay, okay, okay- I got this.”

“Yeah you do…” 

His reassuring tone has you slowly pressing on the pedal, tires turning over the cold asphalt and finally moving out of the spot you’ve occupied for the past fifteen minutes. The streets are deserted and you’re thankful Carmy chose the early morning to finally eradicate your fear of driving. You can hear the snow crunching under the tires as the car moves slowly- not daring to press the pedal any harder- and your dread slightly spikes, but his soothing touch chases the anxiety away.

“Look- Bear, look I’m doing it!” You rejoice at the halfpoint between your building and his. Granted, it’s only five blocks, but it’s more than you’ve driven in  a year, so you’ll take a win where you can get it.

“You’re doin’ real good baby, just a few more blocks...” He encourages in the sweet tone reserved only for you, the one that has you clutching to the wheel and your foot pressing harder over the petal. 

“Sorry-that one’s on me-” Carmy apologizes once he notices your flaring cheeks and hides his amusement behind the sleeve of his navy sweater. “Try slowin’ down a bit for me, can you baby?” 

“Carmen!” 

“Sorry-sorry” He repeats between choked laughs, though you know he isn’t in the slightest.

When you finally reach the snowy sidewalk of his building, you push out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding and turn the keys to kill the engine. Instead of stepping out into the cold, you take in the calming silence with a pleased smile across your face.

“Told ya you could do it.” Carmy says towards you, a replica of your small triumph etched on his own face.

His hand reaches up to brush over your warm cheek with his thumb and your body subconsciously gravitates towards his touch.

“You ready?” He whispers, too soon.

“No.” You answer honestly, making his chuckle. “But, we must-”

With another sigh, you quickly turn to kiss the base of his palm, then move to pull the door open. Before you slam it closed, a loud metallic bang vibrates over the roof of the car and makes you clutch a hand over your heart and turn to the source of the noise.

“Richie, carajo! Are you fuckin stupid or what?!” You shout once you spot the man bent over in laughter, standing behind you with his hand flat over the roof.

“My bad, sweetheart- just couldn’t help it-” Is all he can manage to say. You smack the side of his arm, though you doubt it’ll do anything under the multiple layers of his jacket, it still makes you feel better.

“Cousin, I told you -don’t go ‘round callin’ people sweetheart okay, it’s fuckin’ weird-” Carmy calls out, slamming his own door.

“Alright, Jesus! Fuckin’ morality police- I wouldn’t have come, cousin, if I knew you’d be up my ass before dawn-”

Richie steps away to let you open the back door and start pulling boxes that you push in his direction, but that he doesn’t begin to take, instead hiding his hands in the pockets of his coat.

“Why did you come then… exactly?” You ask, annoyed.

“Did you see us- did you?!” Your mother’s vibrant voice rings from the end of the street, waving her hands as high as the puffy jacket permits her. “I was waving but you didn’t see!”

She has too much energy for the time of day, in big comparison to a barely awake Joshua carrying a few stuff behind her.

“No, ma. I was too busy trying not to crash…” You answer, eyes narrowing over the sudden change in Richie’s posture.

“Again?” Joshua mumbles and you throw a middle finger through the open car door as you keep pushing boxes out to his stagnant feet.

“Yo- you gonna help out or not?” Carmy says to him and that finally snaps him out of his lost gaze.

“What- oh, ye-yeah, totally. That’s what I’m here for, cuz. Y’know… purpose.” Richie responds with a smile and new found enthusiasm and piles one box over the other, then picks them up with little effort and follows your brother and mother through the opened building door.

“Oh, I can’t believe my baby’s moving out! I remember when she was the size of…” Her voice trails off once they begin to climb the stairs and you and Carmy are left with a few boxes on the street.

“In fear of grossing myself out-” You say, shutting the door and rounding to Carmy’s side. “-you don’t think your cousin’s got the hots for my mom… do you?”

“What? N-no, no I don’t think so...” He answers, though the way his mouth is sealed in a tight line gives him away. You stare blankly at his expression, eyes dead straight until he breaks. “Yeah uh… I think he does.” He confesses.

“Dammit.” You mutter, leaning on the cold vehicle and crossing your arms. “I knew it- it’s so fuckin’ obvious-”

“-so obvious.” Carmy agrees. “Y’know, I didn’t even ask ‘em to come help…”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how’d he-”

“-I dunno.”

You stare at the door for a few more seconds while your boyfriend picks up the last of your stuff. “...he’s so weird.”

His eyes follow yours to the door, then sighs “...yeah” and moves to the entrance.

You can hear the voices emanating from the apartment while climbing up the last few stairs. There’s a lot of senseless arguing that you can’t quite make out even as you fully enter the room. You also don’t understand why Syd’s standing on the footrest of the kitchen stools, failing to guide Richie and Joshua while they move Carmy’s couch around. 

“No-see, this is why I told you it was a bad idea- there’s no space-”

“-There is, just- help move the tv over-” 

“-How’re you gonna move a couch where there’s no space, Richie?-”

“Cousin! Cousin, help me out here, push the tv over-” Richie shouts once he spots Carmy crossing into the room.

Instead of inserting yourself into the mess, you round the kitchen bar and drop the box of art supplies beside the steaming pot of fresh coffee. Your grandfather hands you a full mug, eyes staring amused at the arguing men as he leans to your side so you can place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Everyone’s too passionate this morning…” You mutter, blowing over the rim of your mug.

“Y’know what, fuck it-” Syd throws her arms up in surrender and hops off the stools, moving behind the bar, beside you. “- I tried to stop ‘em.” 

“What is he even trying to do?” You ask, attention heavy on Richie’s mannerisms, while your grandpa hands Syd her own mug.

“He wants to fit your easel beside the window cause he says it has the ‘best natural lighting’ or whatever….” She answers before taking a sip and your heart warms at the sweet gesture.

You all watch them move around for a while longer, the scene reminds you too much of the monkey exhibits at the zoo and you try to disguise your amusement with a series of coughs. 

“Aún te puedes arrepentir…” Your grandfather whispers beside you, making Syd snigger over her coffee. “...también te casas con la familia, eh.” He adds and points to Richie with his head.

“Ay papá, aún no se está casando con nadie.” Your mother whispers from behind, giving him a gentle pat on the arm.

“Yeah and they’re not really cousins...” Syd adds.

“Oh, it is just a saying, dear.” He clears and turns to you, two hands softly cradling your shoulders. “Segura que estarás bien?” He asks in a more serious tone.

You inhale deep and nod with a smile. One of your hands raises to caress his fragile skin. 

“Lo estaré.” You mouth soundless. “He’s a good one.” You add with a wider grin.

He makes a sound similar to a hum and pulls you deep into his arms. You breathe in the familiar smokey scent while controlling the prickling sensation behind your eyes.

“I just want to make sure-” He says, pulling away. “-you two are not the best at picking them out.”

Your mouth falls open, and before your mother can begin to argue, he places his hands over her shoulders and begins to push her out of the kitchen. “Okay! Everybody who does not pay rent here, out. The best guest is the one who does not overstay their welcome, so dale pa’ fuera.” 

He must have been a sheep herder in another life, because in a few seconds, the couch was dropped and a group of bodies occupied the outdoor hallway. 

“Be good, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

“Mami, I’m not even in a different zip code.” You say between strands of wild hair that try to fall into your mouth.

She lets you go from the tight hug, only to pull Carmy down into her embrace. He’s taken back by the sudden action but does his best to reciprocate her kindness.  Once she lets him go and the goodbyes drag on until they’re out of view, your shoulders finally drop with the weight of a deep exhale. Carmy locks the door behind you, stopping at the end of the hallway to assess the damage 'Hurricane Richie’ has caused. His couch is perpendicular to its original position and the tv has been unplugged and pushed far away from the corner where it used to rest. Your easel, however, sits pretty beside the closed window, angled in direction towards the slow rising rays that start to peek through the curtains.

Carmy’s strong arms wrap around you from behind, followed by his warm chest on your back and scattered kisses over your messy hair. A tiny smile begins to grow as you melt into his touch, eyes closed.

“Y’know, you could’ve told him we’re planning to move anyway.” You voice quietly in the finally peaceful home.

You can feel Carmy shrug his shoulders and exhale a soft laugh into your hair. “He needed something to do.”

His hands feel hot once they come in contact with your skin under his sweater. Kisses travel south into the valley of your neck, golden strands tickle the side of your cheek and make you giggle in his hold, while the familiar warmth blossoms to the surface of your chest.

*********

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne, @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha, @yum-yahgurt, @pussy-f41ry, @kirakombat, @redsakura101 , @hobisunshine13 and that’s it lmao

[maybeanartist02]

someone please. PLEASE. send me what jamie says when asking to sit next to u in the dinner at halfpoint event...

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

on another note the symbolism and atmosphere in black swan is!!!!!!!!! i havent even crossed the halfpoint mark and im disturbed, intrigued, appalled, apprehensive, and hopelessly drawn into the movie's world despite myself. i have so many questions!!!!!!! im so curious what the answers will look like!!!

[charrednewt]

Any tips on how to unlock the Wayne romance route? I just finished a run where I tried to focus on him and interacting with him but did not get many flirting options.

Though I did see quite a bit of new outcomes. This game is absolutely massive and still only at the halfpoint, I hope the devs don't drain themselves doing the next chapters. It already feels like exploring a sprawling forest of choices.

[moonlight-tmd]

bee, but give him door wings.

I think i know who's asking this...

As much as i love doorwings, i don't really see it on TFA Bee design.

My alternate option is him having an actual pair of elytra under his subspace. In order to release them his subspace slides down onto his hips and mimics a bee's abdomen.

Here, i did a quick drawing to show what i mean- i can't draw at angles for shit but it's the closest i could do in 20 minutes.

The wings are retractable- they slide inward to their halfpoint so they can be covered by the subspace. They are kind of fragile as wings would be- the silvery struts are thinner than how i drew them and hollow inside(so they can fold in). The blue part is kind of like hologram netting, they are crystal-like in appearance so if he were to stand in front of a lamp or something they would glow so beautiful.

There is also my Part-Insecticon!Bumblebee AU where, as the name suggests, he has insecticon genes- his wings got burned away when he was a sparkling and he only gets them back when he cocoons himself and his insecticon genes start showing. (aka, his robot mode gets more insecticon)

[mcacomulada]

When Harrison told Lázló twice within the same ten minutes that he found their conversations "intel·lectually stimulating" (Lázló hadn't said shit), I leant into my friend and told her: "yeah, he wants to stimulate something else". Lo and behold, I was right.

Every movie that starts out by emphasizing the heterosexuality of the main character is bound to be a bit wierd, if you know what I mean. At the halfpoint, I was upset that there weren't any compelling female characters. 

The Brutalist is a film about a man, like many a movie. Specifically, László Tóth, a brutalist (ha) architect with a very baroque character. It's a story about his survival, ascent and downfall, all told by the entering and leaving of people from his life.

First, Atilla, the kind family that was going to host them until they could get settled. I really loved how affectionate they were with each other, it contrasted with the previous scene (the "i'm straight guys" scene i mentioned) and defied my expectations. I really enjoyed the relationship they had, and was sad at the betrayal of Audrey. This marks a period of relative happiness at having a place to express his creativity, and is what eventually gets László into contact with Harrison.

Second is Harry Lee Van Buren, who made me laugh so much when he started talking. I don't live in an english speaking country, so people that talk like game show hosts probably exist, but it was just so funny to me and i don't know what to think about that. Regardless, I liked his character and it provided a good segway into knowing Harrison.

Harrison, the third important character of the first part, is a rich architecture snob that reallyappreciates László's thoughtful humming. At this point, I really appreciated the sincerity shared between Harrison and László, Harrison seemed very human.

The second part is where everything comes crashing down. Firstly, we meet László's wife, Erzsébet. I really really liked her. One of our first impressions of her is that masturbatory scene and I was like,,, you go girl. I do think that this movie falls into the trope of "women are interesting because they're tragic" (Erzsébet spends most of her time upset about things or being upset by other people), but most of the characters of this movie are tragic, so... it's fine? I guess? Also, I found the depiction of her chronic pain satisfying (I don't have any chronic pain, but Felicity Jones is an amazing actress, and it seemed realistic from what I've heard from other people).

The disappointment in the second part was that, I really thought the drug addiction and such would go into a different direction, I mean this in two ways: even though I accidentally "predicted" the rape, I insinuate homoeroticism in all the characters ever; basically, it came a bit out of nowhere? And, I loved that the reason Erzsébet died was because of László's vice, and also one of the only moments she seemed completely satisfied.

This film didn't have a clear cut moral, or a point (or maybe I'm just blind), but it was an amazing story. I liked all the characters overall, and it was just that: different personalities interacting in the Penisvania of the past. I remember thinking that the film ended a bit abruptly, but nevertheless, I enjoyed it.

[victoriaisbored]

Learning Blender

After I graduated with my Associate and didn't have a portfolio, or any possible way to qualify for internships, I went into a hellaaaa depresso espresso state.

This lead me to not finishing any of my 3D goals last year.

My school maya license ran out 6 months ago.

But here I am, thanks to a beautiful game called Spirit City: Lofi Sessions-

for the first time, finally getting to the halfpoint of the Blender Donut Tutorial.

i'm planning to still follow along to learn more about geo nodes but honestly I don't really care to finish this one. I'd rather make something different. If I get really into it, I'll share what I do with this first project, but I'm planning to get to work on an animation I'd like to redo.

Oh, here it is if you wanna see it :3

My plan is to completely redo it, reusing whatever objs I can, but I wouldn't be surprised if I have to remake everything because of Maya being dumb.

I also want to make it 1080p and animated to be in sync with the song more. I was able to edit it last time to make it fit the snippet that I used, but I'd like it to be properly synced.

The song is the instrumental version of Death of Strawberry by Dance Gavin Dance btw.

[earhartsease]

just came across this really daft set of wordplay cocktails we wrote down years ago so here you go

Cocktails for our times

DesertHangover - Djinn & Tonic

Earthmover - Gin & Tectonic

Booze'n'Aros - Gin & Platonic

WhovianHedgehog - Gin & Sonic

TheOtherEarthmover - Gin & Chthonic

Boyz2RichBoyz - Gin & Masonic

Loss-o-Speech - Gin & Phonic

ShotGoggles - Gin & Adonic

HalfPoint - Gin & Conic

Bouzo - Gin & Ionic

to which we will now add

ServingCunt - Gin & Yonic

[ravenmountbookworms]

My Halfpoint Survey

How many books have you been reading? Have you finished any? Are you on track with respect to your readathon goals so far? - I have read bits of 6 books and finished one so far.

Have you eaten real food today? (Not just junk food, ACTUAL HEALTHY FOOD) What was your favorite food or beverage so far? - I had a nectarine and lentil soup and brie. I'll be enjoying grapes and some hummus and crackers soon. Apricot macarons are still my favorite so far.

Are you growing sleepy? Do you plan to nap, or stop early, or are you extending the readathon hours to include sleep? - I listened to my audiobook with the light off (and an alarm on just in case) for about an hour. The sun is coming up now, so staying awake should be easier soon.

5 senses check-in- What are you seeing, hearing, tasting, touching and smelling now? - my computer screen, audiobook, grapes, my kitten, and brewing coffee. Once I finish my media break, it'll be the sunrise, the pitter-patter of playing cats dashing through the house, marshmallow macaron, the kitten and cats, and still brewing coffee.

How is your readathon going, overall? - Good so far. My audiobook's mazimum volume is too low to compete with traffic noise though, so I will have to stick to print for most of the rest of this readathon.

[deweysreadathon]

Hour 12 Sprint and Survey

This hour marks the halfway point in our readathon. We have our 4th scheduled hour-long reading sprint during this hour. Are you joining in this one? What are you reading?

Our word for this sprint is PLANET.

Halfpoint Survey

How many books have you been reading? Have you finished any? Are you on track with respect to your readathon goals so far?

Have you eaten real food today? (Not just junk food, ACTUAL HEALTHY FOOD) What was your favorite food or beverage so far?

Are you growing sleepy? Do you plan to nap, or stop early, or are you extending the readathon hours to include sleep?

5 senses check-in- What are you seeing, hearing, tasting, touching and smelling now?

How is your readathon going, overall?