#i figured i'd share these thoughts

[velvetbeeez]

t𝐡e s𝐢x𝐭i𝐞s- 𝐚 𝐟a𝐬h𝐢o𝐧 𝐠u𝐢d𝐞 f𝐨r s𝐡i𝐟t𝐞r𝐬! ! !

Bonjour, time traveller! you have just landed into the sixties, the decade where fashion broke rules and made new ones on the spot, where revolutions were led by go go boots and bold eyeliners. Everything, the hair, the ideology- were bigger louder and freer. So what do you wear in the sixties again???

✶. . .

Early 1960s (1960–1964): Conservative, formal, neat. Think Jackie Kennedy, Mad Men. Muted tones – navy, brown, gray, pastels.

Mid-1960s (1965–1967): Youthquake! London Mod culture explodes. Bright colors, bold patterns. Brights! Canary yellow, lime green, hot pink. Paper dresses, mary quant, futuristic dresses, geometric patterns.

Late 1960s (1968–1969): hippie movement. Rebellion, anti-establishment, psychedelic fashion. Warm earthly tones, long hair, long skirts, barefoot. Love & freedom.

(ps: only 30 pictures were allowed ugh!)

[echo-of-the-eye]

so since it's ace week i wanna talk about my very specific jon's ace ring headcanon. (btw the beginning of this is very inspired by a fic i read once, but i can't remember the name)

so jon has an ace ring. he got it from georgie in uni after she helped him figure out he was ace, and he wears it everyday.

but then, after jude perry burns his hand, he can't wear it for a while (i know if he wore it when shaking her hand it would have probably melted, so let's say he wasn't wearing it for some reason). he keeps the ring in his pocket and after he comes back to the archives martin notices he keeps fidgeting with it. (now this is the part that i read in a fic) martin asks about it and jon admits how upset he is that he can't wear it (this also ends up functioning as a coming out so martin can hear it from jon instead of office gossip!) and martin gives him a chain so he can wear it around his neck while his hand heals.

now this is the part that's all mine. i imagine right before they leave for the unknowing, jon and martin say goodbye (and they kiss cause it makes s4 hurt more and it's basically canon im my mind). jon takes of the ring necklace and gives it to martin, asking him to look after it until he comes back.

then the coma.

at first i imagined jon waking up with the ring next to him but no martin. but then i came up with something sadder (but also maybe sweeter?). martin keeps the ring. he knows he should give it back after jon wakes up and that he could probably find a way to do it without talking to him, but he just can't get himself to do it. jon notices but kinda forgets about it (he's got bigger things to worry about and assumes martin forgot).

then they go to the safehouse. and martin gives back the ring. he apologizes for not doing it before but jon is just touched that he still has it. it's all very emotional and then martin puts the ring on jon's finger and they are both VERY aware of how much it looks like a proposal

[airysthinkingbox]

cool fanart idea with uu trio. parrot is facing towards the camera, strings wrapped tightly around them as they try to resist it in a way???? represents the director's control over them. wemmbu is looking away from the camera, strings wrapped more loosely around her some places, others more tightly (maybe like around her neck and forearms???) represents the director's presence yet lack of total control over her. spoke is also looking towards the camera, like parrot, except he's fully embracing the strings as they wrap loosely around his body- he's embracing the fact that he's a character: mentioning the audience, subscribing, views, videos, the voiceovers- if there's any protag that's fully under control of the director, it's spoke.

[chaoticke-rambles]

If I could add one song to Epic, it would be a song from Telemachus's diplomatic mission. It's been a while since I read the Odyssey, so forgive my details for being a little fuzzy, but I know one of his stops is to visit Helen and Menelaus, where Menelaus recounts the murder of Agamemnon by Clytemnestra. I also remember that Helen drugs Menelaus at some point in this conversation. I might be missing context, but that's the gist of my understanding.

The song I would add, then, would take place during the Vengeance saga, probably set between "Dangerous" and "Charybdis." Forgive me for only having a middling knowledge of music words, but the song would feature three voices: Telemachus, Helen and Odysseus. It would open with Telemachus speaking (singing) to Helen, and the focus would be on Helen warning him to be wary of his father's homecoming. She's telling him that the father he wishes for might not be the father that returns.

On this side of the song, she recounts the story of Clytemnestra and Agamemnon. Perhaps she frames it that Clytemnestra had to kill Agamemnon because he killed Iphigenia, just to rub salt in the wound of family. We, the audience, know that Odysseus would not hurt his son. How well does Telemachus know this? The next verse is sung by Odysseus in the musical equivalent of spliscreen as he journeys home. It's comparatively brighter. He's dreaming again of his homecoming, and the life he pictures with Penelope and Telemachus. Then the chorus is split between both Helen and Odysseus, both speculating on what Odysseus's homecoming might be like. The next verse is Helen's again, and this time she's singing about Menelaus, about how he's been different, since the war. About how she drugs him, but framed as necessary to keep him calm. To keep herself safe.

Maybe we hear from Odysseus again after this, maybe not, but either way he and Helen share the chorus again. Then there's a bridge, and this is where Telemachus comes in. As he's portrayed in Epic, I think he'd probably rebuff Helen, and they argue a little but she ultimately accepts his hopes. It might be interesting to complicate her story here with some of the lesser-known myths about her. There's another chorus. Odysseus's tone is a little darker as he approaches Charybdis. After the chorus, Telemachus sings himself out and Helen genuinely wishes him luck. She hopes her warning isn't needed, but she wanted him to go back to his father with his eyes wide open. Odysseus ends his part with something mildly threatening, to lead into some of his darker moments and shadow Helen's words. Telemachus leaves with a stronger commitment to his goals.

I'm not one to write music, but I would assign Helen a lower voice, in part to give her more contrast with Telemachus and more contrast with how youth and innocence is generally portrayed by higher tones. If I had to pick an instrument for her, I would suggest a cello.

This doesn't really fit in the musical as it stands now, but it was a concept I had in my head after the Wisdom saga that I thought would have been an interesting way to amplify the themes of homecoming that the musical was approaching.

[sarcasticgaypotato]

The Best Solution

On cold, clear nights that bathed the world in pale blue light, Chell turned her chin up and looked at the sky.

She was not afflicted with the condition known as ‘sentimentality,’ no matter how many scorch-marked, heart-adorned metal cubes got thrown her way and left behind in fields of wheat a hundred miles away. But the ravaged surface world offered her little (save for her own freedom) and the nights were as quiet and lonely as the days, just without an excuse to fill her time by finding something to busy herself with under the light of the sun.

So, she looked upward and let her mind wander.

Every streak of a shooting star she hoped was a certain circular heap of scrap metal finally burning up in the atmosphere.

“Let go! I’m still connected. I can pull myself in.”

Of course he could. If she had given him half a chance, he would’ve pulled himself back in just fine—and let her fly off into space without a second thought if it would save his own steel.

The cold vacuum of space. When she closed her eyes, Chell could still feel it in the wind that tickled the stray hairs on the back of her neck, in the cold that stole the breath from her lungs as she gasped it. That rush of weightlessness, her eyes watering and freezing her eyelashes together, and that pit in her stomach that said, after everything she had survived, this might be it.

She stared up at the moon; a pale white beauty, once near enough for Chell to reach out and touch, now as distant as ever. A sliver in the night sky, it grinned down at her with a smile that knew the taste of her fear. An untouchable queen who would have her head, if she had her way. Chell would have called it as familiar as it was deadly, if not for one thing that nagged at her mind as she stared, lost among stars and memories alike.

This was always the point in her late-night stargazing that Chell started scratching absentmindedly at her wrist, where the phantom burn of cold metal claws still seared into her skin.

Chell never fell for any of GLaDOS’s tricks; she knew her too well. That hate was familiar, expected. Working together in Old Aperture was a surprise only for a moment; it was logical if they wanted to survive. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or “Everybody likes revenge,” as a certain someone had put it. 

She trusted GLaDOS’s intelligence enough to know that she would play nice for as long as they had a shared goal, and for as long as Chell held all the power. Don’t bite the hand that holds your consciousness trapped in a potato battery, or something like that.

Chell had even been fairly confident that after they beat Wheatley (she never had any doubt that they would), as long as she kept her guard up and an eye on her, GLaDOS wouldn’t risk betraying her. The world’s most intelligent lifeform had finally learned that Chell wasn’t worth crossing—it only took two losing battles for the lesson to sink in.

GLaDOS would keep her end of the bargain as long as it was convenient to do so. That was why Chell couldn’t make sense of what happened. No matter how many times she replayed those seconds in her head, watching her own memories in slow motion as GLaDOS knocked Wheatley free of the chassis and sent him spinning into space, robbing Chell of her only anchor to Earth. 

Freefall. 

Could you call it falling without gravity? Spinning, flailing, her body wrenched outward, seconds away from dying in space, embarrassingly outlived by the very same moron who was responsible for this whole mess. In the second that she had to process her impending death, Chell took a small hint of satisfaction in knowing that at least she took him down with her. Sure, the lack of air wouldn’t kill him as quickly as it would her, but he was far from a self-proclaimed king of Aperture out here. He was nothing but a hunk of junk destined to get knocked around by asteroids like a pinball. At least GLaDOS had a death worth bragging about under her non-existent belt; Chell had blown her to bits in what she would humbly call ‘a spectacular fashion.’

GLaDOS. Was her last thought before unconsciousness took her going to be about GLaDOS? How apt. GLaDOS would’ve loved to hear that, not that Chell would’ve ever told her, even if she had the chance.

She wouldn’t have the chance. She wasn’t supposed to.

When Chell felt that familiar metal claw clamp around her wrist, the first thought her fading consciousness could conjure was that GLaDOS wanted to be personally responsible for flinging her out into space, maybe so she could get a good spin on the throw. The realization that GLaDOS was pulling her in, back towards Earth, to safety, was one that proved entirely too much for her oxygen-deprived brain to process. So, she passed out.

GLaDOS could have done nothing at all, and Chell would have died. If she wanted the satisfaction of doing it herself, she could have crushed her under a metal plate or thrown her in the incinerator while she was unconscious. Instead, GLaDOS saved her life, watched over her recovery until she awoke, and then … let her go with only a bit of theatrics and nothing else. 

She pinned the blame on Caroline and made a big show of deleting her, neither of which Chell believed for a second. That golden eye took her in, unflinching, with the same inscrutable expression before and after the automated voice cheerfully announced Caroline’s removal. A long dead secretary Chell had never crossed paths with had nothing to do with this; there was no difference between the GLaDOS that pulled her from space and the GLaDOS who watched the elevator ascend to the surface now.  

This was all her, and she was supposed to give them both a satisfying conclusion to them parting ways with weapons lowered, standing (even if one of them didn’t have legs) on equal ground. GLaDOS was supposed to make this easy by sending her off with an insult or a half-hearted threat of one last murder attempt for old times’ sake.

“Killing you is hard.”

Liar. 

Killing me would have been easy if you wanted to.

Why didn’t you want to?

[viperwhispered]

Y'all know/remember Sheep's Viper Club shenanigans, with Jamil's partners / love interests from different universes ending up in the same place?

I kinda got thinking of the reverse, with all the different Jamils meeting each other and basically comparing notes.

Like all the situations ranging from denial to crush to it's complicated to relationships to what have you.

And I definitely do not mean this as a judgement to anyone's ships or OCs, but I kinda love the idea of the different Jamils lowkey (or highkey) judging each other for some of the things they've done (or haven't done). Or just being plain surprised by some of the people that in some universes have caught their alts' eye - perhaps because that particular Jamil's partner / LI is quite different.

I don't know, it just feels like he would just be sassing his own alt selves, basically, whether that's for being a coward or for being a simp, or anything in between.

Maybe some of them would be offering "advice", like "this worked for me, just do this thing, it's so easy", but even that feels like it'd be tinged with some aura of superiority. Like kinda competing with his own alt selves, basically.

Uhh should I be tagging jmeal peeps / folks with jamil ships? Guess I'll be tagging some jmeal peeps, hope y'all don't mind!

@scint1llat3 @diodellet @moonyasnow @bibi-cha @fell-e

@cheerleaderman @lex752 @viperbunnies @anbaisai (I honestly can't remember if we've interacted beyond me reblogging your things but hope you don't mind the tag!)

and hey hi @natsukishinomiyaswife hope you don't mind a tag too since your stuff kinda inspired this thought

[lux-et-astra]

in the light of the latest doctor who episode i thought i'd share my hope for a future doctor: i hope they get a blind actor at some point! i was never really happy with how they ended that little arc of twelve's, and given that they literally stated that it could lead to a future regeneration's eyesight being gone, i think it would be a good way to explore a new dynamic for the doctor and offer the opportunity to an under-represented group while being firmly rooted in canon! idk, it's a way to prove that the doctor's actions do have consequences, and i think it could be really interesting for them to show how the doctor would deal with it and how it might influence their character. then again given how recent seasons have been going i suspect it's too much to ask

[vampireradiation]

[beautiful-rebellious-sunflower]

welcome home

[dailyspicyfigures]

I'm also averse to nsfw figs of underaged characters and with you on this, but it made me want to ask about a particular confusion I have with your blog despite enjoying it. You posted a sexualized figure of Naruto using sexy jutsu. Despite looking like a grown woman, everyone knows it still depicts Naruto who is a young teenager. You also post very many figures of original characters in high school uniforms, some of which depict full nudity and bdsm. Isn't it presumable that an original character in a seifuku is a high school aged girl? I still follow your blog for other figures but I can't help but be a little off put by the double standard.

i haven't seen naruto but i actively remember googling his age because i was unsure and deciding to post it afterwards, which means something lead me to believe he's an adult because i wouldn't have posted it otherwise. i just googled it again and i really don't think i looked very thoroughly, since it looks like he ages throughout the series but there's ofcourse no saying how old he would be in that figure. that's careless and i apologise.

the school uniform issue is fair. i am genuinely against the sexualisation of school uniforms. you could wonder why i post them then, and i wonder the same. i'm starting to think there's such a thing as nsfw blindness; if you spend hours looking at every kind of nsfw figure one could imagine, half of them being loli figures, after a while the original character who looks like an adult but is wearing a school girl uniform starts to look pretty normal in comparison.

this is not meant as an excuse, i'm genuinely wondering out loud how things start to slip by that i am technically against. it's actually helpful to stop and rethink things like this every once in a while. you're right, i am against the sexualisation of school uniforms and therefore school girls. i won't be posting suggestive/nsfw figures featuring school uniforms again.

[aq2003]

Sorry, just got a revelation, and must share my concern with you. Cause I followed you because of your Tennant Shakespeare takes, and you are a little bit responsible. I liked DT as an actor since I was a kid. Liked a normal amount. I grew up, and got into Shakes, and here DT was again, he was all over it. I respected it, and I liked his Hamlet, his Benedick, and LOVED his Richard. Then came Macbeth, I’ve seen it 2 times at the Donmar, 2 times at Pinter, and got a bit ill (started following everyone on Tumblr who posted about it), but it still was kinda normal. I loved the performances.

Yesterday though I got my revelation, I saw a picture of DT, probably from his wife’s Instagram – and I realized that I got this warm feeling at the sight of him. I realized I now know a LOT more about the man than I previously had, and my feelings turned from the usual admiration for his acting ability into something a lot more personal. I never had celeb crushes or ‘comfort celebrities’ before, and I don’t really want to contract this parasocial disease. I’m not even a teenager anymore! But seems like I have, I feel this warmth towards DT as a person that I only ever felt towards rl people, and I’m not sure what to do with it. I can’t stress enough how very much NOT into celebrity culture I usually am. Hope he’s an outlier at least. But for some reason I wanted to ask your advice on this issue. Idk if you’ve reached the same stage or if you’re way ahead, cause I don’t always understand the validity of Tumblr fan expression. But if you have, do you feel comfortable about feeling real warmth towards an actor as a human being? Maybe I’m weird feeling so hesitant about it, but everything rational in me screams that it’s incredibly foolish and simply wasteful.

uhh so to preface me being hyperfixated on shakespeare does not give me any worldly wisdom whatsoever it just means my brain has gone "yess haha youuu. you will be the thing i will revolve around for an extended period of time" at some 400 year old plays. anyway if you want my perspective on it, i have been a part of a bunch of what are basically fandoms/media that are inherently predicated on some kind of parasociality like. dropout/dimension 20, critical role, youtubers, etc, and it's like. of course you will feel warmth towards those people. cuz the thing they do is something that you admire and/or brings you joy. even in your case i honestly don't think it's the same as what you feel towards people you actually know. it's just the result of really liking/admiring him as an artist or as a person. which is fine as long as a) you're not crossing any, like, moral boundaries, and b) you're not under the belief he's your bestie and you know him. personally i operate by the "would this freak ME out" rule ie if i was the artist/actor/celeb in question would i be fine with a fan doing or feeling x y or z way and it's worked pretty well for me so far

[i-cant-believe-its-not-aloy]

HFW Conversation Transcripts

Category: Companion Conversations at the Base

Companion: Beta

Topic: Adjusting to the Base; other companions

Aloy: Hey, me again.

Beta: [tiredly, sitting] Was there something else?

Aloy: So do you have everything you need to build the rig and pulse generators?

Beta: Gaia sent me the schematics. The designs are…modest without capabilities of HEPHAESTUS. But they should work. Not that it matters without Omega clearance.

Aloy: I’ll find it. Just try to have the transport ready by the time I get back.

Aloy: So, have you been upstairs at all?

Beta: Not really. Varl sometimes comes down here to talk. He keeps asking if I’m okay. I thought he only wanted to know about my productivity…but it’s almost like he actually wants to talk to me.

Aloy: Yeah, I think he does.

———

Aloy: Have you talked with anyone else in the Base?

Beta: I speak with GAIA. She asks me how I’m feeling and my opinion on various topics. I didn’t expect that from an AI.

Aloy: That’s all thanks to Elisabet. She believed GAIA had to care, not just follow her programming orders.

Beta: I know. Independent, emotional processing enabled the previous version of GAIA to create you, after all.

Aloy: Yeah. I guess so.

———

Aloy: So, aside from Varl and GAIA, who else have you been talking to?

B: Zo told me how you met after your escape from the HADES Proving Lab. I had no idea you were severely injured. [Beta’s voice begins to tremble.] If the Zeniths had killed you, life on Earth would be doomed. [A sharper edge enters Beta’s voice.] My escape would have been for nothing!

Aloy: [interrupting.] But they didn’t kill me. And thanks to Varl and Zo, I was able to recover.

———

Aloy: You said you and Varl talk sometimes. What about?

Beta: He told me about your tribe—the Nora—and the Proving ritual you did. I told him if I was born into the tribe, I’d never be able to do the Proving.

Aloy: It does require a lot of physical training. But there are plenty of other roles besides being a hunter.

Beta: [waving a hand] I don’t think I’d be suited for any of them.

Aloy: [a little to sharply, for both of them] Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re not a Nora, then.

[Beta does not respond. She simply looks up at Aloy, and it's a near unreadable expression—something like knowing, something like breaking—before looking back down.]

———

Aloy: That’s enough for now.

Beta: [softly] Good.

[eldritch-ambrosia]

lil comic wip based on that BBC Modern Merlin Vampire AU post I made a while back

Merlin is seeing some things

[airysthinkingbox]

ok, because i've been thinking wayyyy too much about pvpbu, im gonna share my thoughts on what he could be

lets try and go with heavy associations, as evbo has basically done with all of the other lifestealers (clown as a neth sword disguised as an axe to represent his pvp style and also somewhat his character in ls, zam as trident due to his heavy ocean associations and ocean smp, parrot as bow because its kinda of his signature weapon and also represents how careful he is).

but wemmbu is more of a wildcard. the weapon you first think of when you think wemmbu is probably the mace, right? but the mace isn't in pvpciv. so, lets go with characterization.

immediately, im crossing off trident and bow because he doesn't share a lot of characteristics with those characters, in and out of pvpciv.

shield was always off the list because it doesn't make sense for the lore and also, wemmbu isn't a defensive character nor has a defense pvp style.

next is sword. i already don't think wemmbu is a natural born sword, but he also connects to the swords a lot as well as it being his second most used weapon/the second weapon i would associate him with.

lastly, and what i think he is, is axe. axes were seen as the villains, until they weren't, when you get to know their point of view. that's how i see wemmbu- the villain until you watch his pov. still having done bad things, but you know why and you understand him. the only problem i see in this is the reason why he would be in sword civ.

again, wemmbu is a wildcard. we don't know what he could be. he could be any of these, he could just be a suspicious, yet natural born, sword. we don't know.

[sona-da-stargoblin]

Ok so, I don't know who else experiences this but sometimes when I'm laying down and getting tired, I tend to fall in and out of consciousness. However, I find myself having random dreams like having my switch randomly modded or something of the sorts, and sometimes I find myself in dreams I don't want to be in and I think to myself "oh wait this is a dream" and wake up just to go back out of consciousness and have another dream. I also find myself in this state thinking that I'm hearing things that aren't there like music playing too loud or a family member talking in the next room. It's a little strange to me @w@"

[leelreallylikespersona]

I think there should be a minecraft mod that spawns Nyx Avatar at your location randomly. You don't know when s/he'll appear, it could be the first night, or the 79th night, who knows. He doesn't do anything but if you punch him he'll kill you instantly