#htd

[svampira]

quiet

[iconslizzie]

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[wulfhalls]

scene of the episode

[evilphrog]

The real thing that broke the illusion for her was trying to convince her subconscious she didn’t notice common intellectual misonceptions and that she didn’t want to argue about them.

[jokey05]

Daeron coming back 2 season late with Starbucks while his family is literally in the middle of a civil war

[wanderingmind867]

My DC humour comics list for my reading order is massive. Ambush Bug, Angel and the Ape, Captain Carrot, the Inferior Five, 'Mazing Man, Blue Devil, all the DC animated tv show tie-in comics, Tiny Titans and like 80% of all the DC Zoom imprint graphic novels. That's a lot. By comparison, my Marvel list is paltry. We have Not Brand Echh, Spider-Ham, Howard the Duck, and maybe Squirrel Girl (once i get around to adding her stuff to my list). That's three characters and one parody/satire series from the 60s. That's not nearly enough. So i'm just gonna break down my tastes for people, and I will one day force someone to help me make this list (if only so my brain will be satisfied with having it stored in my phone).

I like humour comics in any era. But while I enjoy serious comics in the 60s, 70s and early 80s, I refuse to read any mainstream, serious superhero stuff after 1985/1986. I won't do it. So i need to know about humour comics from at least 1990-Today in terms of Marvel. Is modern Howard the Duck worth it, or does it all spit in the faces of Steve Gerber and Bill Mantlo's 80s masterpiece? Is deadpool worth it for someone who doesn't like heavy amounts of gore? Is Ms. Marvel too tied in to mainline comic events for me to read it, with my strict parameters? Is the Great Lakes Avengers any good? These are the things I need guidance on. Can anybody help me here?

I'm gonna tag all the Marvel related blogs I think i'm mutuals with, because that's at least one way to try and forcibly gain recommendations. Usually I wouldn't be this pushy online, but i think i'm getting desperate for answers. And before I forget, here's some characters i don't like (for reasons too long to get into here): blade, moon knight, mockingbird, the punisher. There's four characters I won't touch (unless they're minor pieces in another book, wherein i might tolerate them while grumbling). So with that in mind, the floor is yours: @marvel-and-moor @v4guelyv4mpiric @c00c00pig @munchkinmarauder @one-blaze-of--glory (took me forever to realize your blog name changed) and... I want to say @daresplaining? I don't remember if we're mutuals, but we talked once (I remember because part of is still saved in my drafts, after months and months). So yeah, the floor is all yours. Or anyone else's (if they choose to contribute).

[rz-053]

Got a custom phone case and it fucking kicks ass

[hereinhungercity]

Hey guess what

[themboty]

Find the Word Tag!

thank you @honeybewrites for the tag!

My words were: Vibrant, Resilient, Water, Flower

You can read all my snippets below the cut, I'll tag some people first though

@illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff and @diabolical-blue

yalls (and anyone else who wants to do this) words are: moment, idea, road, health

TW: Drowning

Vibrant:

I spend the day waking up in a daze for brief moments of time before slipping back into unconsciousness. My body is on fire but I can't get warm enough no matter how many blankets I hide myself under. All my dreams turn into nightmares of drowning. I’m at work, the store, a party before I'm plucked from my dream environment and randomly chucked into the ocean with blocks of concrete tied to my ankles. I struggle until my lungs fill with water and my body becomes dead weight, I wake to varying degrees of sunlight peeking through my windows before rolling over and drifting off once more. It's a never-ending horrific cycle I find myself a prisoner to. 

The next morning I'm unable to fight against my bursting bladder and empty stomach any longer and manage to pull myself out of bed. After washing my hands I attempt to slick my hair down with some water and avoid looking in my own eyes. The veins in my hand are vibrant beneath my pale skin. 

I manage to force down a piece of toast and a cup of coffee before Layla makes her way to the kitchen. 

"Glad to see you are up." She chirps. "Hell of a hangover I guess. I didn't think you drank that much." 

"I didn't." My voice cracks when I try to speak. 

She looks at me then, really looks at me. She catches my eyes and I turn away, afraid she might see something she's not supposed to.

I don't have anything with Resilient sorry :( (one big theme of HtD is resilience though, if that's any consolation)

Water (ive used this word a lot so here some angst):

Her comforting voice gets zoned out by the intense buzzing that fills my brain, much like if bees actually made a hive out of my brain cavity I vibrate uncontrollably with each strained breath I take in. My voice makes up words as a response to the woman. Her words are lost on me, simply bouncing around the bee hive until the bees kick each word out of my head and continue their buzzing. 

I drop my cellphone, or Nicolas takes it from my hand, I am not entirely sure but the conversation ends barely after it began. In the course of one phone call it all comes crashing down. For weeks I had been treading water, and now I am sinking to the bottom of the deep end. 

There's a hand on my arm, soft pressure. I feel another graze my cheek. "Cas?" I hear from behind the blanket of smoke covering my eyes. "What's happened?" 

Flower:

Nicolas leads the way to the door and pulls a key out from the top of the doorframe to unlock the door. "Oh, don't let Mouse out. He likes to hide in the cabinets." 

Nicolas pushes open the door and waves me through before him. A washing machine and dryer sit to my right alongside two pet bowls, one filled with water, presumably for Mouse the cat. The wallpaper is an old flower design, straight out of the 80's. A big bundle of fluff peeks out from behind the storage shelf and darts at me, screaming all the way. The cat weaves between my legs until I reach down to pet him. I get one small scratch on his forehead before he takes off for the kitchen and urges me to follow. 

"And that would be Mouse. He screams at you if he likes you." Nicolas smiles at me. 

[thebeegalaxy]

icarian trauma disorder??? thats actually goated. may i use that term too?

absolutely!!!

it's something we created with our partner and put a decent amount of thought into, i would love to know they're used!

we also made additions to the other Cluster B disorders as we felt only doing NPD/ITD would be lacklustre, although if you have better additions or even want to use these you're absolutely welcome to

narcissistic personality disorder; Icarian trauma disorder (based off Icarus. trying to reach the sun and burning up because of it)

borderline personality disorder; aphroderian trauma disorder (based off aphrodite. the push and pull of love and war)

antisocial personality disorder ; hadeian trauma disorder (based off Hades. factual and logical with few who he stays for, but stays forever for those who are his, plus the stigma)

histrionic personality disorder ; philoterian trauma disorder (based on Philotes. platonic and sexual love, ironically a goddess with few myths similar to the lack of knowledge about hpd)

theres more reasons for all but I'm tryyyying to keep it short

[svampira]

mistakes were made

[iconslizzie]

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[thorninyourpaw]

freaks

[thetisming]

oh youre a monsterfucker? well then tell me what you think of Howard the Duck. go on. i'm interested

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

I lost another. It's an SI/OC or similar, where the OC runs away during a feast or something similar, and ends up at a set of Dragon Bones, where she places her bloodied hand on the bone of the snout and the dragon comes back to life. I believe Aegon ( or was it Aemond? Or someone else entirely...) sneaks out to join the search for her.

I also remember there being a bit about her hearing singing that no one else could before she ran off.

Found!! (I found it myself. please be proud.) It's King Lear's Kiss by AlwaysEatTheRude21. It's on ff.net and a Harry Potter/ House of the Dragon crossover with Fem!Harry.

[wanderingmind867]

I haven't actually read Gwenpool, so I don't know if it's pure comedy. But it seems like it is, and I have some mild critiques if that's true. Because I think the concept is inherently sad and existential. The same way that Steve Gerber's Howard the Duck is silly on the surface, but brimming with internal sadness and questions about society and the world. In fact, let me compare them. Gwen and Howard are both foreign to the Marvel Universe. They come from different realities, and that fact has to weigh on both of them. I mean, Howard tried to commit suicide at first. Only meeting Bev saved him.

Gwen meanwhile comes from the real world. Or as DC called it, Earth-Prime. Earth-Prime is our earth. Our lovely home. Where heroes are charity workers and kind citizens, not superheroes in capes. The fact that this teenage girl fell from her home on our earth to the world of marvel comics...well, that would just give me an immediate panic attack. I could not live without my dad, my home, my stable life. I need my constants, and that would rip them from me. I'd be dedicated to getting back home. Desperately wanting to be free of the loneliness of being in a world where you don't belong.

Unless the character has a good reason for not wanting to be back in the real world (like not having a good family, for example), them my suspension of disbelief only goes so far. Howard never fully acclimated to Earth-616, but he never acclimated to society on his home world either. He was a free spirit, someone society never found a place for. So it makes sense he's struggling with this world of "hairless apes", but it also makes sense why he never really goes back home. He makes connections with people in the mainstream universe. Bev, Paul, Winda, etc.

I don't actually know if Gwenpool has all this development, though. I'm not saying that to seem dumb or rude. I just legitimately don't know. And not knowing leads me to fall back on my pessimism, and assume the worst. Which means I naturally assume we're not milking the existensial stuff for all it's worth. I would make a story where the character comes back to the real world, if only so we can see if there's a reason she prefers it in the marvel universe. Did she not have friends in her first life? No family? Nothing positive? Because that'd make her intensely relatable, and it could be used to help tell a wonderful story. I hope people see my point here.