#i own every re game but it

[atwink]

I’m so bad at survival horrors bc I have the instinct to kill everything I possibly can this is why I have only beaten Re1, Re2 and fear and hunger 1&2

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

I'm sorry I can't take your call right now, I'm becoming unhinged about Transformers again,,,

[hanzajesthanza]

allowed myself the time to spend to write a scene because the fancy took me, ended up destroying my sleep schedule to write it, woke up at 4 pm just to realize it’s not good and i would need to redo it

[theygender]

I've got too many games I want to play and not enough free time 😭 I still need to finish my BG3 playthrough but since Endless Ocean: Luminous came out I've been playing a lot of that instead. Also just got back into Wizard101 last night. Started playing House Flipper again last weekend. Still need to finish BOTW so I can start a TOTK playthrough and finish Pokemon Shield so I can start on Pokemon Violet. I've been fighting off the urge to start up a new Skyrim playthrough for weeks. My brother just told me that Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door is getting ported to the Switch. And now I'm suddenly feeling inspired to replay DAI... And throughout all of this I'm also playing the hell out of DragonVale on my phone. Someone just pay me to play video games all day please

[heloflor]

Found a glitch while playing Princess Peach Showtime. The game registered that I did the spin but didn't play the animation, thus allowing me to keep the Theets for the second half of the performance minigame.

Btw it didn't reduce the number of Theets supposed to show up at the end (since you need to grab them for a sparkle), leading to twelve being there rather than eight.

Look at all those girlies

Will put in another post the video of the minigame's second half with the Theets following Peach; I didn't expect it to happen so pressed the capture button early to save the animation glitch.

EDIT: Here's the second half with the Theets and here's the finale with all twelve.

[sapphire-weapon]

Between PS5 and PC, I probably have close to 500 hours in RE4 Remake, and I platinumed it on PS5 because I pretend the game is good. The truth is that it's a complete and utter betrayal 6/10 at best and is emblematic of everything wrong with modern game design. Capcom wasn't even trying to make a good game. Never EVER do this to someone.

shooting gallery sucks btw

[comixandco]

Tears of the Kingdom isn’t the first time we’ve heard the phrase The Imprisoning War in Zelda lore

It’s also the term used in the Downfall Timeline as a precursor to LttP when Ganon was unleashed from the Sacred Realm and the King and the Sages rushed to fight the Demon King and re-seal the Sacred Realm, with no mention of a hero

Could TotK Imprisoning War and the LttP Imprisoning War be one and the same, with specific details being lost to time by the beginning of the game?

[firendgold]

If you're still doing the choose violence ask game: 2 (👀), 9, 10, 22 ?

I got such a rush from finally answering the first ask that I'm doing this for as long as people send me questions. So here we go again!

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

anon, I'm at work. I'm seeing this at work. :'D

Okay, serious face. Albus Dumbledore is probably my fave if I have to choose between him and Harry on this blog. I just have to figure out why he would never...

Bottom. Albus would never, I'm sorry. He won't. He can't. Like, maybe when he was having his whirlwind summer romance with Gellert, he bottomed every single time they fucked because he was so in love and this was his equal and his partner and so what if he was a little rough and distant sometimes in the bedroom, and always wanted to top and tug his hair and hiss out orders? This was The Man The Universe Had Crafted For Him, and he would absolutely bottom for him every time... and then the summer of 1899 ends. And Ariana dies. And Aberforth breaks Albus' nose. And Gellert fucks off to go be a fascist.

And Albus, alone and heartbroken, resolves to never trust someone that completely again, never love someone that same way, and never let anyone get into a position of power over him where they might be able to use his knowledge and talents for ill. That means physically, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically... carnally. So he has sex with plenty of other people, and even falls in love with a few of them, but he is in control at all times. He never bottoms again.

That's all I've got for that one.

9. worst part of canon

So the first answer that came to mind is posted here, but for fairness' sake I'll try to come up with another worst thing. (That's not related to ships, because I'm trying really hard not to be THAT violent on the violence ask game.)

I think... that if That Woman was going to introduce international schools, students and characters in the middle book of the series, she should have done more with them than having them vanish after Goblet of Fire, only to come back for either fake romantic tension and one line of exposition about the Hitler allegory Dark Lord of the Before-Times (Krum, Deathly Hallows) or to be married off to a Weasley for an aesop of It's Not About His Looks Now That They're Jacked Up (Fleur, Half-Blood Prince). I'm not saying Fleur and Viktor HAD to be best buddies forever with Harry, but it is weird that they have this unique bond that no other young students have had with each other in hundreds of years, they even lost one of their fellow champions, Dumbledore gives this very moving speech about remaining connected and not letting darkness and prejudice sever new ties, and then... nothing. No side adventures in France or wherever Durmstrang is, no communication from either side, nothing.

Feels like a huge letdown in hindsight.

10. worst part of fanon

Oh, no. That's not fair. There's just so many.

If I had to consolidate what I currently don't like about the HP fandom/fanon into a few lines, I think I would say that I hate the pureblood/Dark side apologism. I do believe in nuance in characters. I do believe redemption and/or walking different paths is an important theme in Harry Potter, and I think it's fascinating to explore that with any and every character you can think of, even characters I may not personally like. But I really, really hate the way the fandom has taken that and twisted it into this idea that we were sold a lie at the start: that the British magical government was fine the way it was, and so was the society around it; that Dark magic Isn't All That Bad, Really, and there are actually Good and non-prejudiced things about a few rich bitches passing down their knowledge and secrets and slurs for generations within the Family, and keeping the Family "Pure" is cool actually, and none of this has any relation to real life ideas about miscegenation and classism and racism and eugenics, what are you talking about?

It's just so worrying. As a minority, when I see people on tumblr/twitter/AO3 gleefully agreeing that we need to eat the rich and fix society and eradicate all the horrid -isms and -archys ruining all our lives, then watch them turn around and write a 200k epic where Dumbledore was the evil one for locking the Horcrux books away and championing marginalized members of society, Hermione is just uppity for wanting to make necessary changes to the darker parts of magical society that That Woman was literally pointing out for a reason, and Tom Riddle is only bad because he took the good segregationist pureblood ideas and added murder to them... and when that fic gets thousands of comments agreeing with them full stop with no examination of any of that... it makes me anxious, at a minimum. The same thing is happening now with Grindelwald now that he's actually a figure on the screen and not just some dude mentioned a few times in the book series: same apologism, same justification of atrocities, same good-guy-blame-games, same blorbofication even.

On the one hand... fiction doesn't always directly reflect or affect reality. On the other... this unironic pro-pureblood meta is a pervasive concept that has popped up in thousands of fics written by thousands of fanfic writers. It's happened for years, and it keeps happening, and I see very few fans speaking out against it or even acknowledging it as a problem. So that makes me ask myself, who actually is willing and able to examine the injustices of our society and build a better imaginary society through the lens of HP fanfiction, and who's okay with the prejudice in the HP world as long as it's coming from the faves they're attracted to?

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Happily, this is a harder question to answer because I've been finding so many like minds in the past 5 years who go feral over the same 20 HP scenes as I do. ^^ But give me a sec, I'll think of something.

...

Okay. Got it.

In order to answer this question, I have to go back to the first time I, young teenager, avid reader, recent reader of the HP series once book 5 was out, realized that Harry and Dumbledore had a much deeper relationship than just headmaster and student. The thing that made me latch on to them and project like crazy, basically.

It's the scene in Goblet of Fire chapter 36 where Harry has been rescued from Fake Moody and he's in Dumbledore's office with Dumbledore and Sirius. Dumbledore asks Harry to relay everything that happened to him once he touched the Portkey in the maze—and immediately Sirius tries to protect Harry from having to relive it now, so soon after it's happened. And then this scene happens.

Dumbledore stopped talking. He sat down opposite Harry, behind his desk. He was looking at Harry, who avoided his eyes. Dumbledore was going to question him. He was going to make Harry relive everything. “I need to know what happened after you touched the Portkey in the maze, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “We can leave that till morning, can’t we, Dumbledore?” said Sirius harshly. He had put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Let him have a sleep. Let him rest.” Harry felt a rush of gratitude toward Sirius, but Dumbledore took no notice of Sirius’s words. He leaned forward toward Harry. Very unwillingly, Harry raised his head and looked into those blue eyes. “If I thought I could help you,” Dumbledore said gently, “by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened.” The phoenix let out one soft, quavering note. It shivered in the air, and Harry felt as though a drop of hot liquid had slipped down his throat into his stomach, warming him, and strengthening him. He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, visions of everything that had passed that night seemed to rise before his eyes; he saw the sparkling surface of the potion that had revived Voldemort; he saw the Death Eaters Apparating between the graves around them; he saw Cedric’s body, lying on the ground beside the cup. Once or twice, Sirius made a noise as though about to say something, his hand still tight on Harry’s shoulder, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him, and Harry was glad of this, because it was easier to keep going now he had started. It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him. It was costing him every bit of determination he had to keep talking, yet he sensed that once he had finished, he would feel better.

This is one of the best scenes in the entire book, the entire series. It completely refutes the fanon Dumbledore who is often cold, cruel, inflexible and unrelenting in his quest for whatever the author wants him to be inflexible and cruel about at the time. It shows that Dumbledore, the real Albus Dumbledore, is one of the few people who understands what Harry needs and is able to provide it to him, even when others who also care for Harry would rather protect him or shield him from what he needs.

Kid me was particularly taken by how gentle Dumbledore is with Harry here. It made me look back and see how in some ways this scene, this closeness, is the culmination of all the times they've met and spoken before.

(You can imagine how painful it was reading Order of the Phoenix right after this.)

But yeah, that's probably one of my favorite scenes that other people ignore or haven't talked about/drawn/written about much. Which is ironic, because the scene right after that where Harry talks about Voldemort taking his blood and Dumbledore's eyes do the triumphant "lol Voldemort just fucked up" gleam is probably one of THE most talked-about scenes in the fandom (even though to this fucking day in 2023 people still don't realize what the gleam meant, when even That Woman has clarified what it meant in INTERVIEWS).

...And for me, safely at the end of the questions, that's all she wrote.

[kitnita]

also like nine times out of ten if i'm giffing postgames or whatever & jake has one posted i'll post gifs from it but he was simply Too Pathetic for me here. which is saying a lot given that i am, at some level, working on like three fics where the plot is him Being Pathetic but it's just sooooo much more fun when he's pathetic & turning into an otter about it. & not saying 'it's a good feeling right now' like he's never had a good feeling before in his life. you know. someone remind him he won please.

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

This is "The Doctor", a resident of the nightmare realm, who has been there long enough to have been almost completely corrupted. His face is normally just a pitch black void hole but sometimes you can see eyes and/or teeth in there

He wants to help people, but he's almost completely lost his mind, and can sometimes act a bit... Feral.

Surprisingly, the nightmare realm's usual effect of making people lose every memory of their life before they ended up here, hasn't managed to take away his medical knowledge. He's still very smart, despite everything.

Unfortunately he seems to scare off most people who he would otherwise have helped...

[thosetwofirefighters]

was tagged by @mooshkat (thank you friend!!) to list 8 tv shows for my followers to get to know me better!

for someone who repeatedly watches the same shows over and over and hyperfixates on certain fandoms, you’d think this would be easy for me but …. it’s not 😂

1. 9-1-1 2. 9-1-1: Lone Star 3. Young Royals 4. The Mentalist (Patrick Jane my beloved...) 5. Broad City 6. The Good Place 7. Black Mirror 8. Disjointed

I will always be re-watching at least one of these, if not multiple (right now, it's Broad City and 9-1-1 hehe)

anyway, since I just watch the same shows over and over again, I'm excited to see what everyone else watches! @wheelsupin-five (I tried tagging two-cut-lines at first lmao) @paqerings @lilbuddie @the-likesofus @shortsighted-owl @poughkeepsies @alyxmastershipper @leslieknopeinthepit

[talldecafcappuccino]

The last time we had it all

Ahhhhhhhhh. That title is making me crazy! It screams second chance romance, but I’m actually gonna take it a different direction.

Fyi, I know no one wants this—and it’s not the ending I want either—but I would give my left leg to see an emotional alternate ending of this show that jumps waaaaay into the future. Like 30 years in the future. Anyway, here’s the fic:

The 2021 AFC Richmond Greyhounds are being inducted into the football hall of fame (I don’t care if that’s not a real thing! It is now! Let me indulge my A League of Their Own ending fantasy!)

Everyone is older, the boys are in their 50s with families and kids of their own. They haven’t seen each other in years, many of them have played as rivals longer than they actually played as teammates. Everyone is reminiscing and buzzing and then the room goes quiet as they turn and see Ted Lasso walk in with a cane, adult Henry a few steps behind him.

Rebecca steps out of the crowd and loops her arm through his. He bends his head and she whispers something no one else can hear. Ted pats her hand and she wipes tears from his cheeks with a sad smile.

Jamie Tartt carries out the trophy from their historic win, the last time they were all in the same room together, the last time they had it all. Someone starts a “Richmond till we die” chant, but it sounds different this time, like a promise and a wish and something none of them can name.

(And idk, maybe the fic cuts back and forth between the year they won and this reunion.)

[sochilll]

re: the post you just reblogged well in THAT CASE any lore perhaps for coming home? 👁️ that fic makes me feel insane every time i read it running away plots are my number 1 weakness

Oh coming home my beloved <3 that one was just so so much about communication (as most of my kliensen fics are). The way Evan and Jared are incapable of talking like normal people but they care so hard in other ways. Very much love exploring the “things we don’t say out loud” concept with them which is why it’s so internal dialogue heavy.

Also LOVE me some touch starved Jared and (as u have mentioned in the comments of a different fic) my hc of Jared growing up and dating around but never getting much physical affection that wasn’t sexual/leading to sex. Just the self worth issues + sexuality discovery + trying to prove himself is a recipe for those kinds of relationships I think. So to have someone who is constantly showing him affection and not asking for anything in return is like groundbreaking for him. I believe the whole fic came from that first chapter where Evan is cleaning Jared’s wound. The whole like gentle touching to clean and bandage someone is always *screams* you know? And with them there’s so much more tension there because they have known each other forever and yet they don’t do this for each other. Except they do. Because even after 7 years, even after being abandoned with no explanation, Evan sees that Jared needs help and he takes him home and helps him. Because that’s how they work! They don’t talk about things they just do things.

And ofc the resulting impact of “oh not talking actually makes things harder and more confusing” bc I loooooove when refusal to talk about something comes to a head and results in a frustrated reveal of feelings 💕💘💗💕💗💕💖

I also just love considering how they would be once they grew up a little - especially through the eyes of one another taking in those changes for the first time. Like Evan being a bit more confident and secure in who he is but still haveing that nervous stuttering. Jared being better at handling his emotions and better at hiding them but not that much better at asking for help or going after things he wants. All culminating in the final talk where they struggle and it’s uncomfortable but they do talk because they’re adults now and they’re old enough to recognize that they want to have each other in their lives and they need to put in work for that to happen.

Also they definitely adopt a cat soon after the end of the fic.

Lore fun fact: originally I was going to have Jared actually get the shit beat out of him by someone at the beginning but that ended up being very dark so I changed it up bc I am incapable of not inserting jokes and they wouldn’t have fit the tone lmao

[aashiqeddiediaz]

tagged by @renecdote and @nymika-arts (ily guys <3)

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag 10 people.

This game is how I realized I have 150 fics on ao3 and 99% of them are because of the gay firefighters <3 xD anyway.

one great love (for this bruised heart of mine)

His skin doesn’t wake beneath Buck’s fingers, remains deep in slumber. If anything, it only gleams brighter under the soft light coming from the single lit lamp. Eddie only shifts closer, an absent smile flitting across his mouth at the light touch. For a moment, he thinks about what would happen if Eddie were to wake up right now.

of routines and embraces

Buck’s snoring gently into his shoulder, but his weight is grounding where Eddie lays quietly, ghosting barely-there fingers across his boyfriend’s skin. It’s early, enough that the sun is hardly peeking through the blinds, but late enough that the moonlight has continually dimmed.

from the ashes

Strong, tender fingers wrap around his bruised limbs to protect a heart that’s been broken too many times, easily gathering the shards close until Buck feels it can finally beat as one in his chest. Shivers chase down the ridges of his spine, and Eddie’s fingers flex as he feels them spread.

stains are ghosts (that don’t wash away)

Slowly, Buck reaches out. Eddie stays still, watching as Buck’s eyes shift from roaming his face to the direction of his torso. It’s only when shaky fingers — cold, even through Eddie’s T-shirt — press into the new scar on his chest that Eddie realizes what this is about.

of accidents and inevitabilities 

Buck might’ve kissed Eddie first — on accident or not — but Eddie had kissed him back, and had leaned into his touch like he was starving for it. That, at the very least, hadn’t been an accident at all.

to choose a soul

When his ears ring with the silence of Eddie’s heart, the howl that tears from his throat is more monster than human, and the universe trembles with it.

your beauty (not just a mask)

Eddie slides a hand up Buck’s spine to curl his fingers in his hair, tugging his head back until he’s forced to meet his own eye — inches away from the glass.

brick and brimstone

He falls into him with everything he has, every nerve in his body saying that he’s home at the familiar touch. Exhaustion bleeds from every pore of his skin, and Buck lets himself lean on Eddie. He spreads his legs to make more room for Eddie to slot between them, until they’re chest-to-chest. Eddie’s lips press against Buck’s brow and stay there, and Buck moves until his arms are wrapped fully around him.

this is our fate (i’m yours)

The thought is almost too painful to process, because every cell in Eddie’s body thinks that he’s been found out for loving Buck as much as he does. Despite his heart saying otherwise, he braces himself for the rejection he’s been waiting for since he realized he was in love with Buck.

black ink (perfect vows)

Eddie digs a piece of paper out of his pocket, silently handing it to Buck. He unfolds it to see one of the drafts that Buck thought he’d thrown away, complete with scribbled out words and crossed out phrases that Mikael has replicated exactly onto Eddie’s skin.

tagging @oneawkwardcookie @ao3theskyisblue @deareddie and whoever else wants to do this (i think most of y’all have already done this xD)

[weepylucifer]

Playing disco elysium and having to wait several hours before i can do a timed task: hmm... am i bored enough to talk to jean... nah fuck him

[catmemey]

is it bad form in a discord server to jump into a conversation going down where someone is being an ass. because I want to (politely) smack down this kid