#hopefully this doesn't come across as

[queenlucythevaliant]

under the wings

1. Polly would always always always remember the feeling of falling asleep beneath Fledge's feathered wings.

2. She'd been curled up close to his side with his coverts over her shoulders like a shawl. His pinions had stretched past her to break the night winds. She'd leaned into the crook of his wing, feeling softness on her cheek. When she turned over in the night, feathers brushed her from all sides, whispering against her skin.

3. If Polly could have wished for one thing, at twelve, at twenty, at sixty, it would have been the same: to live in that memory. If she might, she never would have emerged from her place beneath Fledge's tawny wings.

4. She loved her smuggler's cave because it was safe and small and hers. She loved all kinds of nooks and closets, window seats and beds with curtains and covers she could crawl under.

5. Digory never understood it. He himself liked wide open space and covering skies. "It's the same concept though, I think," Polly remarked once. "There's something lovely about the feeling of being underneath."

6. Polly was even, unfathomably, rather partial to certain bomb shelters, though she'd never have admitted it. How pleasant it was to fall asleep underground, curled up in a corner wrapped in a blanket, safe in the knowledge that she was too far down for anything to hurt her.

7. (And when she wasn't in a shelter and the bombs fell anyway, she squeezed her eyes shut and pictured tawny feathers all round her.)

8. Digory wrote her letters and she wrote back. His were full of ditches in the ground and hers of shelters, but they both liked to write about lions and the sky.

9. After the first war, it was easy for a pretty lady to talk her way into flying lessons with one of the hundred wayward pilots left over from the fighting.

10. He was a mechanic by trade, and he didn't mind unconventional women; but he told Polly she had no business in a cockpit if she didn't know her way around an engine. So, two summers after the war ended, she spent her mornings smearing oil across her ruffled blouses and learning how to make things fly.

11. (She would have married him, if ever he'd asked her- but he never did, and maybe it was for the best.)

12. As the years wore past, Polly met other little girls with ribbons in their hair. She told them stories and she taught them her magic, and when they cried she brought them into her hiding places the same way she'd once done with Digory Kirke.

13. They called her Aunt Polly - both those children that she cared for interbellum, and the ones that came after.

14. Once, Polly dreamed that it had been her instead. Aslan told her, you will be the grandmother of all the angels, and feathered wings sprang from her back. Once, Polly dreamed that it had been her instead of Fledge.

15. (She woke with the feeling of feathers still clinging to her shoulders, itching.)

16. During the second war, she worked at an aerodrome. Occasionally she flew with the training crews, but mostly she'd go out onto the tarmac after the sirens were done and stand in the shadows of airplane wings.

17. When Digory told her about the wardrobe, Polly went to his estate, pulled out all the coats, and shut herself in. She didn't have any notions of getting back to Narnia that way-- but she did it all the same.

18. Jill and Eustace made her laugh: Eustace, who hated heights, and Jill, who panicked in small spaces. Oh Lord, thought Polly, save me from the irony. She loved them anyway.

19. In the end, she died in a train crash and opened her eyes to something like fragrant, golden feathers.

20. And suddeny, Polly understood. They're weren't really Fledge's wings at all, were they?

[fullscoreshenanigans]

TPN Committee: Yeah we’re going to horribly truncate this anime adaption by cutting 50+ chapters, removing so much of the nuance people loved about the original story and make it the greatest disappointment of Winter 2021 after the first season was a critical darling, but as compensation you can have some REN Rights in the form of this album cover that wouldn't be out of place for a shoujo series

[tothefiniteyou]

one day i'd like to properly tackle the real root of raph and leo fights because i so often pull my hair at some of the mischaracterizations (especially towards raph). i don't want it to turn into this "media literacy/comprehension" battle though, because i truly feel like it's just a way to be like "i know better than you, im the correct one here". it's just not very productive, frankly.

all the same, it's odd how blown out of proportion some of their fights are, or how it so often boils down to this fight for leadership. like sure, maybe a bit, but the real issue is their similarities, not the role itself.

leo can be a prideful asshole (-said affectionately. he's my favorite i swear) and constantly needs control. he just weaponizes his title rather than be vulnerable and really talk about his fears because it's easier. leadership = one in charge in his mind because he was raised that way. it's like crossing his fingers and praying the leader card gets them to shut up and listen to him even though he knows it won't. but what, you want him to actually communicate?? his feelings?? no way... it's easier to fall back on the authority he thinks he has. which is a rough cycle if you think about it, because he's afraid of being vulnerable both because he's the leader and because he's the older brother.

(as a side note, this is such a teenage thing to do, as someone recently out of the teen stage. he basically throws a tantrum when he doesn't get his way and that is so real of him at times. it's hard feeling like you're the only one taking something seriously, especially when your responsibilities are just. more. of course it's his anxieties fueling it and making him kind of brash at times, but as shown in 2003 with post exodus, leo seems unable to voice what's going on in his head so he acts out in "raph-like ways").

as for raph, he's the same way, except it's his anger that acts as a crutch for him. in both the original series and later iterations, he's always best understood that the world hates them. it hates them, and they're all they have in the world. they can only count on each other (..and those eventually adopted into the family).

i'll always love the issue of april and the sea woman who was one of the last of her kind because it was the first time she really understood raph's anger. she didn't say anything, but it made her feel lonely herself. raph had been pushing her and casey away because they truly don't get it and never will. they have so many humans they can learn to love or get along with, but raph only has his brothers. just like the merpeople.

anyways, back on track. raph needs instant solutions, and as one trained to fight to protect, he sees this as the easiest one. he didn't grow up with leo's role as leader, nor his brother's personality and perspective. he doesn't want to be leader because he resents all that it stands for (read: the one to stop him from quick, easy justice).

to raph, pacifism won't get them anywhere, and that's part of his impulsiveness. instant solution is making sure the enemy can't harm again - but it's not that simple. not to leo, who always falls back on worst-case scenarios.

he's had it drilled into his head that a leader is always the one to make the right call, and i think it fed his ego a bit. not in a bad way necessarily, just. in a misguided, impressionable kid way. he has to prepare for everything to live up to expectations.

in the original comics, when they return to new york, there's a point where raph almost gets killed by the shredder because he thinks leo is too scared to "finish the job". it's one of their most emotional fights, and to be honest, i think raph was right. leo was scared. but so was raph, because he knew the shredder could do the things he had done to leo to any one of them again at any point in time. he had to get rid of the threat against his family.

to him, it's that simple. he knows the dangers that come from their line of work, but it's like he forgets how mortal they truly are.

so, in essence, im saying it's a more complex matter than just "i think you're a bad leader" or "you're pissing me off". make no mistake, he does do things to intentionally make leo upset/mad, but it's more because they both think they're in the right and disagree with their methods of protecting the family. it is a rivalry, but i wouldn't say it's about the leadership position.

this isn't to tear down rise or anything because i do like rise! (clarifying this part because i don't want it to seem like i'm comparing or saying one does it better than the other). and i agree that it is probably the healthiest depiction of raph and leo fights. however, i think the way and reason they fight in rise is more similar to other iterations than it appears at first glance. it's just that the roles have been reversed a tad and the approach with the entire topic is different. that's what keeps things interesting and the franchise alive!

and please don't take this the wrong way!! it's not directed at anyone or anything in particular, but rather something i've thought about a ton. you don't have to take my word as gospel or anything, im just a person saying words akvkksc. i think depictions of them as angry idiots are fun as well because, hey. they're siblings, and siblings will fight about anything even when they're in the wrong. especially when they know they are wrong. so write whatever and be free. the hair-pulling line was definitely more about mischaracterization in a generalized sense

[preservationofnormalcy]

ooc: wondering ur opinion on crossovers/references to other stuff? feel like this would mesh well with btvs

The short answer is basically never, especially other sci fi/horror/supernatural masquerade type settings. If I catch an ask making an obvious reference to another somewhat modern property I typically discard it. My exception(s) is A) things I can control (something that I introduce and not sent in an ask), B) things that are largely public domain and C) things obscure enough that the reference will go over somewhat unnoticed. EG: Moreauvians, and even then it's not something I'm going to focus on a lot.

I know you don't mean anything negative by this, and believe me I like a good crossover, but OPN should stand on its own merits. Having it be a part of something else I don't control is not something I really want to play around with. It's a huge thematic departure and a massive headache in terms of consistency - I like to think one of OPN's strengths is an internally consistent "voice".

This is not a command from me to not imagine other scenarios, of course. You can absolutely draw Buffy as an OPN agent, it's just not something I'm going to reference "in canon" as it were.

[mimicrygrievous]

Fanfic Attempt Snippet 2. Advice? Help?

Astilbes were third. Feathery crescents brushed into existence as partial rainbows of pastels resting right above the aforementioned eyebags, taking on the role of closed, heavily mascaraed sockets. Nightmare had been almost disappointed to realize that the fuzzy flowers didn’t feel as they appeared, though he certainly wasn’t complaining about the silky thread used throughout all of the mask. (Especially not after Error had reportedly verbally slammed Nightmare into the metaphorical dirt for being a ‘pįc̨k̸͝͏-̷͢͠i͏̢͞c̴̨̛̕k̡͘-̷͡icky ass P̵̷̽̕R̷̨̢̆ͣ̕҉͏͜I̟̔̈́͘͘҉M̶̝ͥ̚̕͟Á̛͎͟͞͠҉̸̛͞͠͏̨̢D̛̫̍ͯ͜͏̨́́̀͏̷O̴̡̩̊͑͞͏̡̧Ņ̴̨́̀͟Ņ̵̛̘ͦ̀͟͜͢͜͠͞͝Ạ̵ͤ who’d B̶̵͜͝Eͪ̀͝T̶̴̶͗͘̕͞͡͞͝Tͮͨ͡҉̶҉̸̛̀͞E͂͜͡͡͏̵́́͡͡Ȑͭ be grateful I’m bothe̡͜͜͝r͡-̸̧̧͡e̸r̡-҉er̶͝ing with this S̷̡̡̛̬̅͘͞Ļ̵̸͡͏͟IͮP͈̤͘P̡̨̋͢͡E̸̛̛̱ͤ̀͝͠͞R̨̘̖̔́͢͝͠Y̬̦͒͟͞ ̷͉̺̕B̯͚͟҉̨̡͟U̧̦҉̛L̸̸̡̧̢̡̖̭͘L̷̛̤̼͟͠Ś̸̨̨̩H̶̨͔́͡I̴̴̘͏̷͟͟͞T̤̺̀—’)

{“We have grace, refinement, and hardiness to start with what’s already been listed.”

“At least you’re consistent.”

“It’s difficult to find complete deviations when one is scrolling through lists of ‘top twelve plants for so-and-so category’ whilst wishing for the best. Forty-eight of the leading specimens didn’t make the final cut, just an FYI.”

“How thoughtful—” Laughter choked back and substituted.

“The main draw behind the addition of Astilbes is this phrase that’s soundlessly associated with them.

“Be careful not to share their trade secrets with me, then. Wouldn’t want to disrespect their vow of noiselessness.”

“The quote goes—”

“Dream. Don’t.”

“—as so: ‘I will still be waiting for you.’”

“A cold-blooded snitch, through and through.”

“Unless you’d prefer to spend our whole day doing this, call me a sweetheart and let me finish. To summarize—”

“Despicable hearteater, betrayer of all trust.”

“Patience, dedication, promise, understanding, and the power of love.”

“I must lack understanding and dedication because I promise my love isn’t powerful or patient enough to grasp the concept of being related to you.”

“We should go back to mutually ignoring each other. You were much more tolerable when we both refused to acknowledge that the opposite was even alive.” A notebook aggressively shut accompanied by a surly glare.

“I agree. If I desired to be brothers with a greeting card, I would’ve bought one at Dog Dollar Greens.” Nonchalant insolence.

“Let’s duel, Night. Immediately.” Standing in indignance.

“What about the remaining two—”

“Now!”}

Fourth. Impatiens. Multicolored floral leaves invading the basins left in the wake of the astilbes, overthrowing any notions of ordinary darkness in favor of advanced prismatic eye shadow. Sporadically spotted and shredded powdery petals sporting an air of fragility, draping along pale lashes in a misty mimicry of a threadbare cloak. Touch-me-nots feebly coiling and committing themselves to the safeguarding of the feather flowers, heedless of their own apparent weakness.

{Rather possessively placed, are they not?” Inquiry.

“I thought you couldn’t breathe anymore.” Attitude.

“I recovered. Go on, now. Disregard my chatty nature. Onwards with your exposition.”

“No. It’s my bedtime. Night, Night.”

“Dream.”

“Mare.”

“ . . . Please?” Manipulatively adorable eyelights speckled with fuchsia stardust.

“I hate you.” A frustrated frown of surrender.

“Isn’t that typically my line?”

“With your usual emotional control? Hate would be too passionate a feeling for you to dare convey, apathetic brother mine.” A clearing cough of preparation.

“How could I forget?” A halfhearted return.

“Did you know that I tried, at first, to find flowers—well, actually the original attempts targeted moths, but nocturnal pollinators evidently have nothing in the way of symbolism—with high amounts of toxicity? I thought it would’ve been quite fitting, if not for the heinous storylines attached to their poisons. Ultimately, jewelweeds are the only flora weaved into this blackout mask that evoke any illnesses out of mammals, and they simply cause vomiting at worst.”

“Terribly dissatisfying. I’m immeasurably distraught. My own bone and marrow is far too soft to cast me as the supreme harbinger of mammalian death as I do deserve. Dishonor and dish dirty upon thee.”

“And that display is exactly why Ink and Blue beg you to join their D&D nights.”

“Pass.”

“For shame. Ooh! I think you’ll approve of this next little quirk, though! Snapweeds grow seed pods that, when ripe, explode! Well—They erupt exclusively when touched, hence the nickname touch-me-nots. Initially I assumed—”

“Are you not aware of what ‘they say’ about assuming?”

“—it was a defensive mechanism, which honestly would’ve better benefited my bristly brother narrative here, but I digress.”

“When don’t you?”

“The real reason is seed dispersal. Setting into motion the evolutionary advantage of explosive dehiscence in order to produce enhanced odds of reproduction whilst simultaneously avoiding competition with the mother plant.” A smarmy smirk that anyone less familiar with Dream would call uncharacteristic.

“Blast it. Why didn’t we develop such instantaneous methods of departure upon being birthed?” A disdainful huff.

“Mistakes were made.” Arrogance raising his chin.

Twin titters at another’s expense before reverting back to business as usual. “I’ve noticed that I’m hearing a lot of sesquipedalian terms elaborating on the intricacies of plant pregnancies, yet not a peep concerning the embodiment their fables allegedly attribute to my personality.”

“Oh, pardon me! Did I accidentally pass over my allotted allowance of big words for this month? It is unacceptable that I’ve uttered paragraphs of plant jargon conceived by a mind with greater diversity in information than your highness in incompetence? Are you—”

“You’ve thoroughly demonstrated your point, Athena. The faster your cranky cranium relays aloud what you’ve so painstakingly written on my behalf, the faster I allot you bedtime allowance.”

“I’m going to strangle you in your sleep.”

“How fortunate I am to lack lungs.”

“Lovely. They represent the enduring and nurturing affection of a mother. A perfectly apt comparison of utmost regret, indeed. Just like our mother. What a dreadfully maternal brother I have.”

“Someone must keep your fire contained, and trees have scientifically proven themselves on a multitude of occasions to be ill-suited for the task.”

“Their primary namesake, impatiens, is a L—”

“—atin term that blandly translates into impatient. Yes, I’m aware.”

“By the—Whatever. I don’t care.” Airy irritation. “I was getting mixed messages on whether or not impatient actually meant impatient, or if symbolism was having an opposite day, because on one distal we’ve got a section saying anything worthwhile requires tireless intervals of tenacity, and an alternative article claiming that the speed and eagerness exhibited by the seed pods are obviously a sign of plain impatience.”

“Perhaps whoever published the page wished to ensure everybody could sufficiently comprehend the base source before introducing a concept as complicated as prefixes.” Slithery sass.

“Thank You. Nightmare.” Hitched hissing.

“You’re most welcome.”

“Maybe it’s the duality aspect of the flower coming into play. Emotional balance, ya’know? Corroboration and contradictions proffered in equal measures.”

“Maybe you’re trying to reiterate how you find me to be Janus-faced as a misguided means of manipulation—”

“I Am Not In The MOOD!!!”

“—and subconscious compensation—”}

Last. Alternantheras. Leaves. Shrubbery in lieu of inflorescence; a laurel in lieu of a wreath. Washed out edges in hues of heather, the dyes deepening into indigo towards the center. Verifiable blades crafted in the image of opal-touched galaxies. One final adornment—a circlet of capability—to hint at intensity lurking beneath sparkly shallows.

{“Nickname: Purple Knight. Beautiful. Striking. ‘Tough-As-Nails.’ Glamour With Character. Joyweed. Needs So. Much. Light. To Survive. Herbal Histories. Royalty. Luxury. Wealth. Dignity. Pride. Success. Admiration. Tradition. Purple. Something About Coats And Cloaks. A Dozen Different Aliases. I REFUSE TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND ENTERTAINING YOUR LATE BLOOMING TENDENCIES!!! YOU CAN TAKE MY NOTEPAD!!! HAVE IT!!! READ IT YOURSELF!!! FIGURE IT OUT!!! I’M DONE!!! PLEASANT NIGHT, NIGHT!!!” A journal thrown at his counterpart’s skull and the fading sounds of stomping calcanei.

“Muahaha—Dream—Wait—Muahaha—I’m sorry—I love you—Muahaha—” Uncontrollable cackling sprinkled with adoring particles of aubergine.}

Nightmare jolts back into reality—visor wrapped snug around his crown, metacarpals smoothing over the sleeping mask held in his hands—as Dream slams the trunk, urging Nightmare to swiftly shove their combined bedstuffs into a pile pressed against the rearseats’ left door. When Dream walks up to the now half-blanketed window, he momentarily ducks away from sight. When he reappears in Nightmare’s line of vision, withdraws a step, and begins to glow with the telltale honey hue of his magic, Nightmare opens the latch.

Everything falls out of the car, but nothing hits the ground. It all lands in the ethereal radiance emanating from within the entrance of Dream’s life-sized duffle bag. The lemony luster disappears along with the rest of their nest accumulated creature comforts, and that’s Dream’s cue to zip shut the tote.

“I guessed you wanted to forgo your mantle today? Since you didn’t have me ready any of our normal sun precautions ahead of driving?” Dream prods for approval whilst tossing his brother his staff, then effortlessly slings his gaudy, ink-covered inventory sack securely across his shoulder. (Nightmare can barely lift the duffle himself if the need arises; Dream’s always been the athletically superior twin. Even before he took up training with the professional powerhouse that is Blur.)

“You guess correctly. I crave the demolition of the sun, not the suffocation of myself.” Nightmare affirms whilst Dream extends to him a helping hand as to exit their vehicle, then mutters an accusation. “I notice that you didn’t grab your staff.”

“Do you wish to carry the bag?” Dream questions with false sugar—salt—as they match each other’s stride. The mosaic pathways memorized, thus snubbed.

“No.” Nightmare acquiesces. He readies his wand as they reach the portal of their mother’s cottage. (A literal portal, in a sense, but it’s usually just a simple door.)

The slumbering scepter has a shaft in shades of ametrine—gold and iris—but Nightmare cannot be bothered to remember whether or not that exact gemstone was actually included in the creation of this artifact. Similarly, the chiseled crescent moon and apple-shaped orb affixed to the respective apex and base of the rod seem to share a resemblance with fluorite. Predominantly white, bleeding into borders colored of onyx, turquoise, amethyst, and citrine.

Ultimately, no matter the pigments, the spirituality their mother embedded into the crystals contains no authentic benevolence directed towards Nightmare. It was always ‘positivity,’ perfection, and oneirology with that woman; never anything personal. So unlike Dream, who manages to trace absolutely everything back to his twin in some manner. Of course Nightmare’s memory would favor his brother’s more sincere fascination for symbolism over Nim’s shrewd shortsightedness. It’d be delusional of Nightmare to even deliberate on an alternative sentiment.

Shifting his stance, Nightmare taps into his mana with an appropriate amount of belligerence, forcefully tugging at his plasma until he holds the majority of his bodily ‘fluids’ in his palms. His bones are left bereft and vulnerable, but if he stumbles, Dream is sure to support him.

With a strenuous shove, Nightmare pumps his lifeblood into and throughout the lunar rod, flinching a tad as his magic meets the ambient daylight. Not an abnormal reaction, but Dream is still quick to raise some miscellaneous veil in an attempt to shield his twin’s sore and unprotected MP as it’s used to activate and fuel the nameless wand. It doesn’t really make any difference, but Dream doesn’t need to know that. Nightmare appreciates the gesture nonetheless.

The strokes of disjointed flax solidify into bands of gold as clouds of lavender flood into Nightmare’s baton, strips of gilt spilling into the atmosphere that mold themselves into rectangles revolving around the pole’s centerpiece.

Honestly, it’s an absurd surplus of figurative hair-whipping flair for an endeavor that is fundamentally nothing but a waste of energy.

Geometric frames spin until the entirety of Nightmare’s lended vitality is wrung from existence. In the emptiness left behind, topaz returns to its rightful place alongside heather.

“Open Siamese.” Nightmare quips boredly as the board of wood—no doubt exotic in some capacity—opens. Shocker.

Dream snorts mildly as he snatches Night’s staff in order to store it out of sight. (Read: Bag.)

writing is hard ya’ll. ugh. i’m trying here. got two little arts and crafts things i’m going to reblog to this a bit later for reference for the little eye mask and staff thing. i’m no artist but just having a rough little view to work off of really helped me with my attempt at fancy word visuals

[ilovedthestars]

fic writer ask game: 20 and 23?

Thanks for sending in an ask, bardic! (This one is for this ask game)

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

A lot of my titles are either super generic (i.e. "Deployment Center," my first fic on ao3, which is just a pre-canon missing scene which takes place in the deployment center) or they're a thematically relevant phrase or word from the fic itself that i thought summed it up well enough to be used as a title. The latter ones are more interesting, although I think often people don't notice (or at least don't comment on it) when the phrase comes up in the story.

Acceptable Mission Cost is probably other people's favorite of my titles! In fact i think i chose that as the title because when i shared the first chapter on discord, that was the phrase people picked out and had Emotions about. The title gets called out in comments pretty often, which i think is a sign that it's working well with the fic. I'm happy with that.

I think my secret favorite, underdog answer for this is what happens to rogue secunits. It's a really short snip that i archived from a discord conversation, and i didn't have a title so i just pulled a line from the fic, but i think I picked a good one. I think it's clever the impression the title gives you vs. the impact when that phrase actually appears in the fic. No one has ever commented on this, so i don't know if it's actually clever, but i like it XD

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

I really like dramatic chapter endings! Cliffhangers, twists, or just a cool sounding line of dialogue right at the end. (This is probably apparent for anyone who's read the most recent few chapters of Old Unit, Young Unit, where i just kept doing dramatic twist ending after dramatic twist ending lol.) I've mentioned before that I'm not great at dramatic beginnings, and most of my first lines are pretty boring, but I like to stick the landing, so to speak.

Idk, I think i just have a chapter length that generally feels good to me (somewhere in the ballpark of 1-5k words, often around 2-3k). When I hit that wordcount I'm usually ready for either a natural end to a scene (when i'll try to end it on some kind of engaging emotion or tense moment of reflection from the narrator or something) or a dramatic moment that makes for a good cliffhanger. (My chapters do tend to get longer and longer as multi-chap works go on, lol. I haven't figured out a way to keep them more consistent.)

[002yb]

everyone wanting amnesiac jason….. it’s what he deserves

For secretary AU, it's more that everyone wants Jason to stay safe and happy. There's probably a lot of strife in the family wanting to be remembered, but recognizing that Jason might be better without them. 🤔

This premise would be very sad in a whump fic though. Where Jason recovers his memories over time but pretends that he hasn't because things are better for him with the family like that.

Or a dark fic with Bruce preferring amnesiac!Jason because he has another chance to mold this boy the way he'd like - a better soldier, a better son.

[cannotflyarc]

there's no place like london! aka, i am moving to london! i will be there for about seven weeks on a study abroad program that i still have no idea how i got into, but i am over the moon excited about! what does this mean about my activity on here? my studies and enjoying my time in england takes priority. i have no idea when i'll have time to write or even if i will. i love writing and i'm sure i'll try to get a few replies out, but don't count on anything! hopefully, i'll get some of my drafts done in the few days before i leave. you'll probably be more likely to reach me on discord while i'm away! ( mutuals only please ): johannabarker

[gurenmonster]

I usually don't want to give in to negative speculations but I feel the rumor that Damien is less active in Smosh because he doesn't like how things are being handled currently is true. That's why I wont be sad if he leaves and find a better place to work under.

I don't want this place to be for speculation, but I'll answer this since I technically have touched this subject before.

Like I've said before, I personally believe that Damien appearing less in Smosh is because he's busy with VO work. I'd like to believe he made the decision to put it as a part time so he can have a more comfortable schedule for other work outside of Smosh.

I've read someone else say that HR fucked him over or like exaggerated his need for more time to do other stuff outside of Smosh so that's why he's appearing less? Which given how recently we've been hearing about previous employees of Smosh saying it wasn't so great working there, I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case too. This could tie with what you said about him not liking how things are handled too, so.

I believe Damien is capable to keep himself afloat without Smosh, he's very talented on his own, he's been booking a lot of projects outside of the ones he's been able to announce, he has the streaming. So yeah, he's going to be ok without Smosh for sure. I too wouldn't be too upset if he left, it is what it is.

(if y'all want to keep talking about this i can't guarantee I'll answer. Again this ain't a place of speculation, I'm in fandoms for fun, and while I do believe we should discuss the bad stuff, I don't really think I'm the right person to be talking about this. I don't think anybody is the right person to be talking about this stuff tbh but that's just me,,)

[marley-manson]

I don’t think Hawkeye got more pessimistic or cynical wrt the war ending as the show/war went on.

Hawkeye says he’d make the same bet that the war was over in Ceasefire every time, and I think that holds true.

He tries to stop the war again in Peace on Us, he still goes on idealistic campaigns in the late seasons in episodes like Back Pay and Guerilla My Dreams and Blood and Guts etc, he tells his dad he’ll see him as soon as he can and he reassures BJ that they’ll all go home eventually in Period of Adjustmnt. And in GFA Hawkeye was eager for the war to end, not disbelieving. He leapt up upon hearing the announcement that both sides were preparing to sign an armistice agreement and demanded to go home since the war was virtually over. He also expected Sidney to send him home directly from the hospital and was surprised and betrayed when he didn’t.

I never get the sense that Hawkeye believes on any level including metaphorical that the war will never end or that he’ll be stuck there forever. He occasionally makes joking references to it lasting forever because the show pokes fun at itself for lasting longer than the Korean war, plus time flies when you’re having fun and when you’re stuck in a war zone time crawls so it’s an exaggeration of that, but he never loses that idealism, that knowledge that eventually this war will end and he’ll go home.

That said, I do think he got more cynical wrt losing his belief that he can do any good while he’s there. Like, that’s his thin ray of hope as depicted in Letters, and that’s what’s finally completely lost in GFA, imo. And alongside that I think you can see hints of it in the way his campaigns get less focused on achieving something after being burned so many times and more focused on just stating his mind, and even that falls by the wayside by the point of Say No More where it finally seems truly futile and he just silently walks away from the evil general du jour.

He never believes that he’s stuck in the war, and I don’t think that’s a relevant element to his story at all, but he stops believing there’s any silver lining to his time there.

[lurking-loaf]

*knock knock* Happy Halloween!! :3

Heya Snails! What a cute pumpkin themed costume you have on!

Since sewing is a pastime of yours, I decided to make you a practical treat. A Springtrap pin cushion! Cause if there was anyone in this franchise who deserved to get repeatedly stabbed with pins and needles, it's this guy. Hopefully he will be of use during your next big project (as either a pin cushion or a stress toy).

Happy Halloween and thanks for stopping by!

[ruelpsen]

i’ve been getting really bad indigestion lately so i’ve been smoking after my meals to curve the nausea. it works enough to keep everything down, but it definitely doesn’t calm anything. i’m bloated as fuck and i can’t stop belching. and being high and bloated makes me the horniest fucker on the planet. i just want someone to rub out this gas and fuck me.

i wanna straddle someone while they feel me up, give them hickeys in between my burps

interested? 🥵

Oh, most certainly! Even if I can't physically be there to witness you all bloated and belchy and high, at least you can enjoy being a burpy mess knowing that I love the thought of seeing someone like you reduced to a horny, needy mess who can't stop belching. Use these thoughts as you will. ;)

[elisedonut]

fuck i'm actually going to end up enjoying Sevpercy huh

maybe in a picky I like them when they are in my head or when I do it kind of way

or in a time travel way because when it comes to Snape I like his teenage self a lot more than his adult self

[catgirl-catboy]

One thing I hate about antis is that they treat minors like they are a monolith.

A 13 year old (or as much as I dislike it, a pre-teen) should have a vastly different attitude about social media than a 17 year old.

Following a 13 y/o's social media as a parent is responsible. Forcing a 17 y/o to not block their parents on social media is creepy.

Minor is such a useless term, since I have vastly different levels of bullshit tolerance depending on your age.

A 13 y/o might have just made a tumblr, and might not filter out tags because they don't quite know how social media works yet. (I didn't at that age.)

A 17 y/o making the same request is probably just expecting you to accommodate their laziness.

I really wish it was more common to just say the person's age, if its public knowledge.

[sageofthestrange]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 Italics only means the behaviour isn't as prevalent as others; rarely happens or they only tend to happen in specific situations, or are just not as common. Bold only means it's much more common to see on her; frequency is somewhere in the middle. Bold & Italics mean that the behaviour is effectively one of her glaring "tells" and can easily be associated with her; guaranteed or almost always guaranteed to happen.

DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE : hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION : arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position / leaning in closely // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy/relaxed posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE : hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up / shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY : chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent / closed gestures // clearing throat // “ whew ” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION : short breaths // “ tsk ” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth / grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw / grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

tagged by: No one, I yoinked this (hope this is okay!) from @triickst / @silvrkillr

tagging: (Sorry if you've already done this meme before; if you're a multi-muse blog; choose any charas you want!), @lordgortrash, @devotedhero, @nerimoi, @n1ghtwarden, @negativeroom, @celestialheal, @infernaliscor, @thcdoomed, @wizofwaterdeep, ANY of my mutuals (feel free to tag me as the tagger!) as well as just anyone who comes across this and wants to try it for themselves! ♥

[bookwyrminspiration]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

Oh these are always so difficult to think of!

i've got a rather large birthmark above my left knee that I always forget is there, but all the time growing up people thought it was a huge bruise. my favorite response to "oh no! what happened!" was "I was born."

i love reading bad books on purpose <3 (you know how some people like to watch cheesy movies/shitty horror movies for fun? its like that but with books)

i recently learned my high school tells stories about me because i set the record for most degrees (associates, 2 year) graduated with!