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Funniest thing about Peri ships is that everyone came to agree that 1. He has horrible taste in clinically insane men and 2. If you actually look closer he is equally or more insane than them, he just hides it better
#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#peri#mostly thinking about Irep and Dale here#he doesn't have a lot of choices tbh#but you dont grow up with Peri circumstances and end up stable lets be real#insanely powerful celebrity baby born from a wish made by the brother he ended up losing at an early age#charming and good at most things kid ends up as a anxious Burnout neurotic adult#that fixates on rules because he may or may not need to control his magic#i need to open his brain#perirep#peridale
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if you perchance wanted to draw jay n dick just hangin out. i would have no choice but to love and appreciate you forever
"watch your mouth, little wing."
just thought about dick being a good big bro to jaybin before everything falls apart. ruined my own life for a moment
#jaybin#jason todd#dick grayson#nightwing#batfam#tysm for the ask birdie now i have a whole can of worms in my brain that i just opened and i need to draw!! the timeskip parallel!!#dc comics#so sorry if you meant current jason and dick i can ALSO provide that too#but i hope this still works ♥♥♥#let dick warm up to the idea of jason and moreover understand this kid mf IDOLIZES him#bruce is whatever but jason!!! jason's his new little bro!! what a punk!!#ALSO COLLEGE AGE MANBUN DICK SORRY NOT SORRY
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find another role, carry on the show
#EDIT IT DIDNT SAVE MY TAGS. hey so this post got a thousand notes huh. interesting. surely nothing will change#i'll leave all the old tags. for my thought process. and its kinda funny#take a bow stupid idiot (throws a tomato at them)#in stars and time#isat#siffrin#siffrin no middle names no last name ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧#... or is it. Smiles#i'd like to draw mira for her birthday but um (hasnt open artfight website in a few days) im scared.#also i have NICE ASKS TO ANSWER.... But im scared. give me a minute#Uawaaaaagh i drew this bc i was trying to animate a little bit but it just . Didnt look good. im not good ag 2d animation#tch. ill keep trying cause there ar e way too many songs that and now about isat because i have brain worms. i need amvs.#IM SCARED TO POST THINGS THAT ARE SPOILERY BECAUSE I WANT MY FRIENDS TO PLAY ISAT. BUT.#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#sasasap#sasasa:p#WHAT IS THE PROLOGUES TAG.#tshirt that says 'i <3 killing the image in the mirror and taking its place' on the fromt#and a list of megan thee stallions tour dates on the back. お金稼ぐ俺らはスター#Im kind of tempted to edit this to be the versiom with the eyes. or maybe twt can have that. or. well#all of my friends are on twt (trombone slide sfx) so maybe thats where i should worry about spoilers.#ill see if i want to slap an eyepatch on them in the morning#Im one of those people who was like idgaf about twohats (lets it simmer for a week) Oh my god. Oh my god. Ohmy god#EDIT. i swapped it out for the Eyes version it should be fine as long as its tagged formspoilers right...#ill post eyepatch vers on twt partly bc spoilers but also ppl over there can be .. annoying ..... ....#i fear i would get 800 You Forgot The Eyepatch replies. PLEASE JUST SEE MY VISION.#[BANGING MY HANDS ON THE GLASS] HIS HAND. LIKE IN THE PROLOGUE. WHEN THEYE. HANDS. HELD[EXPLOSION
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I've been seeing a few DPxDC Dad!Damian ideas so I'd like to toss my idea into the void of the internet.
Damian is on a lead about a glowing green puppy, that can apparently change size and go through walls, and finally manages to track it down before even his father hears about it. The puppy seemed to be stealing random things too.
He was fully ready to use all the tricks in the book to get the puppy to trust him... and after a few days/weeks he manages to gain its trust.
He just wasn't expecting the puppy to drag him to abandoned warehouse and drop him in front of a few kids that were hiding out in it.
"Oh! Cujo you finally brought your new person over!" says the only red-haired one in the group, and she was holding a baby, as two almost identical toddlers ran over to the excited pupper that began to run around them.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#de-aged danny#de-aged dani#de-aged jazz#de-aged dan#future dad!Damian#cujo is best doggo#looking out for his people as best as his tiny pupper brain can#Damian tries to deny that he's turning into his father#in terms of adopting children#but he likes Jazz's smarty smarts and manners and abilities to keep the other kids in line#Danny's look of wonder/stars when he gets talking about Cujo or of space#Dan's raw fighting abilities that just need some polish and takes his training tips seriously#and Dani's ability to actually toss things at him and actually able to land a few hits#He deny's it hard that he is 'like his father'#and tries to keep the kids a secret#along with Cujo#whose just happy to be there#how and why the Fenton's are de-aged I leave open ended
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To the ‘themes I am picking up on in Veilguard’ list, let's go ahead and add what I have a sneaking suspicion will actually turn out to be The theme:
— the world has changed and can never be as it was again.
— I have been changed and can never be who I was again.
— in this simple unavoidable truth there is endless grief and endless hope.
And I… may be getting a bit emotional about it haha. Let me show my work a bit:
if da:o is a game about people who are already dead or half ghosts in some form (through societal forces, psychologically, functionally, literally, in body, through the joining etc.) coming together anyway to save the world from being swallowed by total nihilism and despair (symbolized by the blight) through the power of love and friendship and also this sword/potential heroic sacrifice that I found, da2 is a game about people who have lost their homes and been set adrift finding and building new homes in each other (while completely failing to save the world. also through the power of love and friendship. as well as years of petty bickering <3 we must imagine kirkwall if not happy then worth having been because the love was there the love was there and that's the only sanctifying force we can ever have in this doomed world and city of ours), and da:i is a game about old stabilizing-but-unjust comfortable lies vs. disruptive but potentially liberating uncomfortable truths, and the power of friendship to help us distinguish the one from the other and navigate through them...
folks… I'm starting to think that veilguard might be a game specifically about moving towards recovery and acceptance after trauma — about how even in this flawed, severed, scarred state, what is here right now is worth loving and worth caring for. even in an imperfect and impermanent world and self, there is worth and joy. and of course the first real tragedy — and threat — of Solas is that he just cannot find it in himself to accept this and move on, to let go of what was, the regret won’t let him go or he won’t let go of it. which means that even though on the surface it’s Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain (and the will to subjugate and violate they represent) who are the main villains, the real antagonistic force in this story beneath that is the Dread Wolf’s despair. A despair Rook must make an answer to by the end of the game, one way or another, compassionately or with righteous fury, triumphant or pyrrhic.
The world will change again and again and so will you — BUT the crucial element is that so will everyone else who exists along with you, you are fundamentally not alone in this existential truth. all we’ll ever have is each other and my god that is plenty, my god that is enough!!! Which is the second thing Solas just can’t accept, he keeps himself separate and completely alone out of an awful mix of fear and pride and feeling himself unworthy of anything else. Rook and the player want to save the world of Thedas because it’s where everyone we love lives, Solas wants to go back to the past because that’s the only neighbourhood where he can still visit those he loved — and the person he himself was, before. A very sympathetic and human instinct/trap to fall into when touched by trauma, I think, if only it wasn’t backed by godlike power, a fundamentally oppositional personality, and a catastrophic lack of therapy to make it literally everyone else’s problem too lol. It’s varric and solas’ banter about the man on the island and where meaning in a life comes from all over again, writ large and with detail work — and the added idea of ‘what if there are also other islands out there, though. With other people on them that you could find if you reach for each other’. Rook with the best of intentions has to make choices to which there are no perfect outcomes and live with what happens — and not cut themselves off from everyone else around them even when there is regret or shame. You get back up every day and you make a life with other people doing the same and you do your best, and that’s the only victory this world will give you. In the end, that is more than enough, that is essential. And I um. I love that. So much. It’s why some of the writing clumsiness on top can’t hurt me because this thematic spine is so solid and so beautiful to me. It’s DA2 all over again that way for me personally — I forgive this story for what it isn’t and couldn’t be, and I love it with my whole stupid open heart for what it actually is. Thank you for coming to my TED-talk and goodbye etc.
(For my fellow TLT heads out there — you know what this story is reminding me of most of all, actually? It has some big Nona the Ninth vibes down there in the deep. It’s about… the horror and unspeakable beauty that can only be found in liminality, and the role of love in making that basic fact of existence bearable. And also even more unbearable at the same time. I'm so sorry.)
#I told you all I was going to be extremely myself about this. I suppose we all hoped I was joking. even while knowing I was not#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age meta#solas#varric tethras#anyway. at the end of the day and despite everything varric won the 'I told you so chuckles' rights over solas in this philosophical debate#and isn't that enough in a way. I think so. the world and the story of the world is his legacy. people get to keep telling it#I want to say so much about how each of the companions play into the different aspects of this theme but I should uh#probably finish the game properly first haha#guys I literally opened my eyes this morning and wrote out most of this before even getting up. the pressure cooker brain is back#the lone brain cell in here boileth over with dragon age feels & thoughts#very little sends me deranged quite like this series I'm afraid. I'm just still so relieved that even if this story isn't for everyone.#it is for me. thank god. I needed it
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nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am
#my want to draw traditionally literally split me open for the past week and leaves me literally depressed i'm so serious i can't even look -#- @ my art programs without wanting to throw up omfg should;ve never picked up those pencils#but it's ok i just needed a nap#something so relatable about them i think nelvas has something in it for everyone meanwhile eltl is secluded art museum.#it's very possible to walk around in neloth's and talvas' brains but eltl is off limits. they will NOT! get no drawings like this outta me#wtf r they thinking ........#< eltl not nelvas#something nobody on dis earth can understand ..........#talvas wants to live he likes living but neloth's presence is so strong that it overrides and deletes his will to live.#bruuuuuuuuh#i bet the feeling of neloff is in everything he does if they ever part ways he won't be able to fold clothes or anythign without wanting -#- 2 cry . for what reason . idk bc neloth once yelled at him for folding clothes like shit .what am i on rn#(talvas thoughts mode) I want this old man to hug meeee😢😢😢#NELOFF DO IT and smash him too before i do it first .#me and neloth are the same person tho so it doesn;t matter but w/e#i'm getting emotional over them right now this cannot be real#i love her .... (Skyr1m)#i opened the game for .5 minutes today to take pics of a character uight what a beautiful game.#Te/s having such extensive lore ruins the whole entire game and the franchise but whatever . skyr1m is an art piece that's just how i feel#also this might be a very hard pill to swallow for some people but t*lvas is literally a kin Vessel for young women that keep getting -#- hit on by men twice or thrice their age when they're just trying to live their life .#this feels so profound to me i need dis shit inmy discord bio right NOEW.#Talvas................................#(eyes watering) (holding palm out)#suicide //#just in case but this tag would've gone crazy with my drawings of ulfr*c from late 2022 where i drew him with slit wrists. very artsay#is it not. i didn't like neither of those drawings tho i need to revisit cus i can feel ulfr*c on a diffaraaant level#when will i run out of tags. the way you can tell i just LUH talvas look at me drawing his hair in that second pic 😑BRU#look at me also trying to replicate pencils digitally in the first.. hmmm i don't hate it#at least it soothes me and i don't have pencil withdrawal
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Brothers. 🙄💛✨
Since my last post, I have been thinking about the dynamic that Dadi should have with Data and Geordi’s families! And I have decided that a character who is a combination of Data and Geordi would be quite responsible by nature, so he would definitely accept everyone in their families as his own!
That brings us to the art. I interpret Data as being quite patient with Lore, while staying suspicious and keeping his wits about him, because he values having a brother at all. I think adding Geordi’s feelings to the mix would add tension to their relationship, and result in Dadi having much less patience for Lore than Data does. He would take more of a self-preservation approach to the relationship than Data would, and would therefore be even more estranged from Lore. Ultimately, he views Lore as his very, very flawed brother who needs to get his shit together before they can spend more than a few minutes in the same room together! Similar things can be said about his relationship with Dr. Soong.
You can read more about Dadi here!
#star trek#star trek tng#tng#star trek the next generation#the next generation#lore soong#dadi la soong#data soong#geordi la forge#star trek lore#star trek dadi#star trek data#star trek geordi#daforge#all of that said#I think if Lore had the same goals as he had in Descent he would be cracking Dadi’s head open the first chance he got#he was already experimenting on Geordi because of his VISOR#so im guessing he’d be very curious to see how much of Dadi’s brain is organic and how much is positronic#but anyway thank you everyone for reading all of this! I’m not particularly confident in my writing abilities#which is why I tend to stick to art as my way of sharing my ideas! but unfortunately OCs need a lot of explaining#so I’m doing my best!! 🥺💛✨#thank you for coming along for the ride!
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Sanctuary
Din Djarin x GN!Reader
Summary: It's one of those days when your emotions threaten to overwhelm you. Despite the horrible day you're having, you try your best to keep it together. A feat you manage, until a certain Mandalorian arrives home and takes you into his arms. Word Count: 1.2k ✯ Rating: General ✯ Content Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety/panic attack ✯ Author's Note: Seeing these gifs the other day broke something in my brain and this little fic was the result. I hope this gets you through a day when you really need a hug from Din Djarin 💕 ✯ My Masterlist ✯
On the days when your stomach churned and you were too upset to vocalise the war that waged within yourself, you were grateful to have someone in your life who seemed to know exactly what you needed. There was no doubt that Din understood you better than you understood yourself. It was unsurprising, given how meticulous and attentive he was in everything he turned his hand to.
You had been in each other's lives for some time, yet you still found yourself pleasantly surprised each time he shared such care towards you. You never doubted Din's kind heart once you got to know him, but you were nonetheless astonished by the multitudes he contained. It was astounding how tender and caring the man, who had gained such a fearsome reputation throughout the galaxy as a ruthless bounty hunter, actually was beneath his cold, hard beskar.
It was early in the morning when Din had left through the door and your stomach tied itself into knots as you heard his heavy footprints gradually fade into the distance. The sound indicated that you were now alone with your thoughts. Throughout the day, you had pushed your emotions to the deepest depths inside yourself. You had been trying to kid yourself, in his absence, that you could survive the day without breaking down. You told yourself over and over that if you could just make it until Din returned and then put on a brave face when he walked through the door, you would have survived the day without dissolving into pieces. The last thing you wanted was for Din to see how upset you were. The fear that you were weighing him down with your troubles or somehow holding him back from achieving greater things was omnipresent. Even though he had never given you a reason to fear such a thing, you were constantly terrified of being seen as a burden to him.
The familiar heavy footsteps grew louder; their rhythmic, even quality indicated they could belong to only one man. You took a deep breath and attempted to steady your racing heart, preparing yourself to keep it together upon Din's return.
The second you saw his figure in the doorway, you knew it was a lost cause. At the sight of the familiar outline of beskar shining in the entryway, you immediately knew that there was no way that you would be able to maintain your composure. You stood up immediately, rising off the chair you had been sitting on as you waited for him, to greet the man who owned your heart entirely. Instead of racing towards him as usual, you found yourself suddenly overcome with apprehension. Your steps faltered with uncertainty as you walked towards him on shaky legs, feeling your ability to stay strong evaporate just from laying eyes upon him.
Din held his arms out to you without hesitation, beckoning you to come close to him.
“Come here, cyare,” Din whispered as you stepped into his orbit, his voice gravelly, “Let me hold you.”
As you closed the distance between you and Din to rest your head in the crook of his neck, you caught a glimpse of his mudhorn pauldron, glinting despite the low light of the cabin. Despite how terrible you felt, the ghost of a smile passed across your lips as you noticed the signet was so distinctively Din. Stepping into his arms felt like you were returning to safety. To your home.
You rested your head in the crook of his neck and nuzzled into his rough cowl, enjoying his familiar scent. It was musky and masculine, but not overbearing. You detected a faint hint of perspiration mixed with the floral scent you knew lingered on his skin thanks to the bottle of liquid he lathered across his tan skin in the 'fresher each morning. Din’s chestplate was firm against your body. Initially, you recoiled at the slight chill from the beskar, discernible even through your layers of clothing. Once you had adjusted to the temperature and new sensation, though, you felt nothing but warmth when you were in his arms.
As Din held you close and his hands rubbed comforting circles into your back with one strong arm holding you tightly around the waist, you appreciated the way your bodies fit together. It was as you were admiring how you seemed to be made for each other that you noticed how Din had wrapped his cape around your shoulders to further cocoon you into him. As though he was protecting you from all of the hurt that lingered outside of the sanctuary of his arms. From whatever was troubling you. There was no intense questioning, no expectations for answers. Only safety, love and understanding from a man who wanted to help you through your very worst days.
Something about nuzzling into Din’s neck and the care he had taken to raise your spirits rendered you speechless. You were overcome with emotion, powerless to stop the tears which started falling down your cheeks. At first, it was a solitary droplet, but then you couldn’t help yourself as more and more tears slipped from your eyes.
At the first sound of your sniffles, Din pulled away from you. You felt your stomach drop in panic, momentarily afraid that you had upset him somehow. You looked up at him and felt the embarrassment settle somewhere low in your stomach, a physical symptom of the mortification you felt at your outburst. Then came the shame. You were dismayed that you had lost control of your emotions in such a way. Evidence of your loss of composure was evident in the reflection of your face in his helmet. You watched as your expression grew increasingly more distraught and felt your chest heaving as the panic rose within you, upset at your emotional state.
Fortunately, Din was nothing but understanding and caring. Before your thoughts could spiral anywhere darker, he began to use his soft leather gloves against your cheeks to dry the tears that were burning hot trails down your skin. It distracted you from your anguish, his tender touch providing instant comfort.
You relished the contact and melted into his embrace. Between his hand that lingered on your cheek, while the other rubbed your back and ensured his cape still swaddled you, your mood was instantly calmer. Din brought you back into his shoulder and returned his hands to your back, rubbing up and down as he held you close. You wrapped your arms around his waist, relishing the small contact you gained with the warmth of his flesh between the hard plates of his beskar. You stayed like that for a few more minutes, feeling your anguish dissipate with each second that Din held you.
Eventually, your breathing evened out and returned to a less frantic pace. Sensing that his embrace had had the intended effect on your fragile emotional state, Din pulled away once again and brought his hands to cup your jaw gently.
“How are you feeling now?” he rasped as he stroked your cheeks with his gloved thumbs.
“Being in your arms always makes me feel better,” you smiled.
“I’d hold you for the rest of my days if you only asked me to, cyare,” Din vowed with a nod of his helmet.
You smiled then, enjoying the way your face lit up with a smile and how your eyes had regained their sparkle thanks to the tight embrace of your attentive Mandalorian; your sanctuary.
#din djarin fic#din djarin fanfiction#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#the mandalorian x reader#mando x reader#mando x you#the mandalorian fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#din djarin fluff#my fics#maybe i cried when i finished this (had a bad meltdown tonight lol and i truly need a certain mandalorian to wrap me up in his cape)#also thats my gif in my delulu brain that moment really looks like he's opening his arms to you for a hug HEH
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I think it would be funny if in season 2 it becomes a running gag of Vox sending spies to the hotel who just end up captured into the net of found family and friendship and become part of the clientele and Vox doesn’t get why he keeps losing contact with them (and assumes Alastor probably killed them) until one day Charlie comes to personally thank him for bringing her so many souls for rehabilitation and for believing in her cause and Vox just. Doesn’t know what is happening. And short circuits.
#I love how the vees are like#so bad at being antagonists that they loop around to actually helping the plot#then charlie offers vox a spot at the hotel if he ever feels he needs#and it takes all of his self-control not to laugh in her face#but#this is an opening#maybe he can see for himself what alastor is up to#(and then my self-indulgent unrealistic brain goes to and then he also gets sucked into the clientele without realizing)#he would die without access to his gamer room of screens tho#and alastor keeps trying to ban his technology from the hotel#but vox just sends charlie one of his pathetic expressions#‘but it reminds me of home’#and charlie folds immediately#allows him some installation of his screens in his own room#yeah I know this is unrealistic but shh#hazbin hotel#hazbin vox
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Everyday I think about the fact that Kalim clearly lied to his and Jamil’s families about the reason why Jamil overblotted to protect him
Everyday I think about the fact that Kalim defended Jamil against people who wanted to throw him out and took responsibility for being a contributing factor in Jamil’s overblot.
Everyday I think about the fact that Kalim had an inkling of a thought that Jamil was using his signature spell on him, and even under Jade’s spell, he didn’t reveal it was Jamil.
Everyday I think about the fact that Kalim was very willing to just believe that he was blacking out and Jamil wasn’t manipulating him if Jamil just said so. He’d rather believe a lie he knew wasn’t true then acknowledge that the one person he thought he could trust was doing this to him.
Kalim does not play when it comes to Jamil.
#twst#Twisted Wonderland#Kalim Al Asim#Jamil Viper#chapter 4 brain#does this mean that Kalim lets Jamil get away with anything no matter how bad his actions are?? yes#is that good? definitely not#but there's something very endearing about how fiercely loyal he is#sunshine kalim who seems like an open book will willingly lie to protect jamil#and defend him no matter what#and that's why I feel like theres a chance jamil could be set free one day#because as much as kalim relies on his companionship and protection and just beingthere#he really values jamil a TON#he just needs to learn that keeping people trapped will never make them happy#and besides that#Jamil could literally murder and Kalim would say he's done nothing wrong lmaooo#oddberry analysis
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making of a feathered thing
#sk8 the infinity#kyan reki#hasegawa langa#renga#tagging ship like a power word kill here#hi. linked there is a fic I wrote in uhhh. three hours? something like that#literally have no idea how to explain it to you at all. feel free to read if u wanna. mostly its like damn I keep puttings pictures into thi#s literary piece.#gonna cool down soon. oh boy is it hot here. probably why I wrote that#that took place in like november but the vibe is. summer. or something like that I really need to sleep#new ink arrived! its kinda watery! line still feathering! not into this!#I'll try to see if thats more my paper. dont enjoy that#but yeah Ive just been testing the ink and stuff out with these#doing these like. less than an hour each. no brain just go#man I wanna fly a kite... theres an open plot of land right next to me. I should try doing that#go out and hang out with so many bugs and fly a kite#gods. I need to sleep. idk not much to say here I simply think reki is a growing boy and he'll become great and awesome#thats all folks! have a good night. well good day. its 5am#sleep well! run so fast
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"so much of our history tells us that pain is what gives purpose" essek im going to need you to unpack that for like three hours.
like is he specifically talking abt his experience after meeting m9, where he thought suffering was the only way to atone for what he's done?
OR is essek saying that's what he thought his whole life prior to meeting m9 and learning there was fulfillment in happiness? (and i think this is the case bc the use of the phrase "our history" seems to imply essek sees this point of view as common, or "default" and that it's something that needs to be unlearned, which he's done)
because essek's moral philosophy & past is a big mystery prior to m9, like we know the broad strokes, he was isolated & prized knowledge above other lives, but we don't fully know where those ideas sprang from. and to some extent, I think it ultimately doesn't matter, bc so much of m9's personal philosophy is about letting go of past pain & choosing to be better moving forward, but that's a whole other post.
but this line imo gives a small peek into how he viewed the world before m9, and it's like. it makes sense, for someone who feels isolated & ostracized for thinking differently to view that struggle as a necessary burden. the idea of the "tortured prodigy" is extremely common, that great accomplishment whether artistic or academic necessitates suffering, both as a result of one's status as a genius & as a means of further developing that skill.
I just think it's super interesting bc imo it implies essek pre-m9 was FULLY aware of how miserable he was, but never took any steps to change it bc he thought suffering was the cost of success. which given it was his radical viewpoints that isolated him, that makes sense. the thing he wants most, knowledge & study of dunamancy, is the very thing that causes him the most pain. this viewpoint is one that not only disregards personal attachment/happiness, but actively discourages any attempt at making connections bc being happy means failure. (and I'm sure if you were to go back & show 80 year old essek his current circumstances, he WOULD consider it failure. essek gave up on the pursuit of knowledge in favor of forming connections with others & atonement.)
i also think this ties in with essek's superiority complex pre-m9, like, he thinks he's better & stronger than others bc he's able to endure suffering. other people pursue happiness & essek see that as a flaw in their character, he's better bc he's able to forego happiness for loftier goals. and it lends itself to the apathy necessary to sacrifice thousands of lives for the pursuit of power. sacrifice is an inevitable cost of advancement.
and i also think that encapsulates the struggles within bell's hells atm, the idea that pain needs to have a purpose, that there has to be a REASON for the trauma & pain we've experienced and as a result, holding onto that pain instead of letting it go
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devastating to go into the tag for an obscure vampire movie I've been quietly obsessed with for years to find mostly gifsets of minor characters (played by big-name actors) and review blogs saying they didn't like it :(
@ everyone who made a post saying "I liked it :)" I am blowing you a kiss. everyone who made a lovely gifset or photoset of the cinematography I am tipping my hat. that one poster that said "bro did y'all just miss the Entire Message about class and race or???" I am shaking your hand with enthusiasm there was SUCH a message about class and race
anyway everybody should watch Night Teeth and revel in glitzy flashy modern vampires in LA with me
#finx rambles#night teeth#vampires#apparently the marketing heavily overemphasized megan fox (she has a bit role. she's in like one scene)#so that one's not on the fans#but I am sad about all those people fuming bc it didn't have a poly ending#girl this is hollywood? what did you expect?#invent it yourself? that is what fandom is for?? queer reads have always been about discarding endings and living in the liminal??#(side note I love queer readings of fairy tales. fairy tales class was so fun. god I need sleep or something my brain is on SUCH tangents.)#frustrated by that one post saying 'the vampire-slaying gang leader spends the day after a catastrophe befalls#trying to get his shift covered at work? unrealistic'#bro he's working class. he's poor. he's gotta put food on the table. do you think your job cares about your personal tragedy#this is in fact part of the Themes At Play wrt class. believe it or not.#sad also about those reviews that are like 'eh it was mid' but I've never needed critics to agree with me and I'm not about to start now#I did think the gifmakers would be on my side though#the lighting in this movie???#that whole opening sequence in the credits with the storytelling done through reflections in cars at night?#the color choices??? the lighting??!?!?!?!
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hear me out, hear me out
Sharpwolf modern au except it’s practically just “Stacy’s mom”
you genius
and like, Antinous isn’t even friends with Telemachus either. just one of the neighbors, who also commutes to uni
AND!!!! AND!!!! Penelope is the dean of their department :0
which just adds to all of it
#i am seeing the VISION#eyes open#who needs sleep when i can chew on this#Ody was the dean but left on some abroad mission or whatever and tracking back is hell for him#some drama happened between him and other professors (brain said ‘what if the Iliad was just academia beef at a conference’)#and literally just AFTER all that shit calmed down the airspace closed for reasons#also his luggage went missing so his passport is missing (this is the b plot to this au btw)#anyway#A plot: Antinous thinks if he can seduce the current dean then it will help with…..whatever degree he’s doing#Telemachus calls him out for his dumbass behavior (maybe at a party which prompts the song idk)#Antinous switches gears and decides ‘if i can play the nice boyf then the dean will look easy on me…..i am smort’#asks#sharpwolf#antimachus#antinous x telemachus
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During their small interaction, and later during their marriage, Johannes never saw Shuri as a person. ORKA did a really good job showing that. For Johannes and the reader, Shuri was presented as a flower. Her words seem to pale in comparison to her beauty, and she looks so enticing, so bare and without thorns. You just want to pluck her out.
Shuri wasn't even ten feet away when Johannes commanded to start an investigation about her. Without knowing who she was, he started to write the letter and scheming plans. Who cares that he traveled to reassure his children — he had gotten the most precious thing in the world right in front of him, raising from the dead. He was not going to let it go a second time.
#shuri von neuschwanstein#johannes von neuschwanstein#johannes when i catch you#the devil turns around when he sees you#a stepmother's fairy tale#a stepmother's marchen#the fantasie of a stepmother#i need to crack open his skull and see his brain#i need to analyze how somebody could become so twisted
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i wanted to try my hand at slamming Home with the puppetification beam. i told myself i wasn't gonna get attached. im attached. not sure about the outfit tho
#hes in my head now. rent free.#BITES HIM BITES HIM BITES HIM ARGHASBDASKJNA#in my mind hes in the same height category as poppy/barnaby/howdy#that is to say: Tall. Big Guy.#hes also mute! i think he can still like... creak? bc hes still Home yk yk i want him to keep his main attributes#also bc his mouth cant really open. those teeth are Fixed#ITS 6 AM IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING A COVER LETTER NOT THINKING ABOUT PUPPET!HOME#now im like 'oh what are his dynamics with the neighbors whats his personality what does he do'#BRAIN PLEASE BE QUIET I NEED A JOB#neurons said no job only welcome home#emphasis on the Home#scribble salad#welcome home#hes a big ol friendly guy...#im fairly satisfied with how he looks#i think he resembles his canon form enough#and i hope hes noticeably similar to wally! i tried to have him echo the little man in little ways#also please bear with me im not used to drawing glasses. at all#i need to give more of characters glasses huh.... get that skillz in
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