#idk im just. thinking.

[snowangeldotmp3]

ok walk with me here. i was rewatching gotg3 a few weeks ago and there was a moment where peter talks about how gamora is different and meaner now because it's really a past version of her and she's not had the same development that the original gamora had. which got me thinking...what if we take the same thing and apply it to natasha.

idk specifics or anything, but somehow something happens which brings a younger, freshly out of the red room and defected to shield natasha, into the present. the present into which she is also, currently, dead. her room is still at the tower/compound, untouched. perfectly preserved. it's a museum. a tomb. natasha feels like a crypt keeper. the only person she really recognizes is clint, and he's older now. how does she adapt? tony is not here. neither is steve. two of the people she frequently allied herself with. her friends. she is not the Other version of herself. the one that saved the world. she's not totally sure she could ever be that version. maybe she could. maybe she can't ever be that version herself. maybe that was a one time thing. maybe there's a cameron from ferris bueller moment she has while staring down an action figure of herself. she's supposed to be a spy. she is a spy. and yet her face is plastered in nearly every toy store in manhattan.

idk just. something along those lines.

[lunarscaled]

Thinking about when @villain-he said "Maybe you should be called Loki instead of Lyric" ( based on a conversation where Lyric was, technically speaking, lying by omission ) and the general nature of The Trickster as an archetype. How Tricksters are often many things but have prevalence as being Nonbinary or Genderless, as individuals who are sometimes vilified by the narrative of the people they've deceived, usually the divine, and have love for humanity. How Lyric's own story in their own canon, their past life, has been diluted into a tale of audacity and trickery instead of the brave act of care that it was, and how that goes on to affect even @archaeval who was (past) Lyric's wife and must see how time erases the identity of the individual and replaces it with dramatics.

Thinking about how Lyric has a +5 to Deception and nothing else; how Lyric tells contextual lies to get by but is unequivocally themselves. How they tend to roam, how Lyric's own gender is often read by others as both masculine and feminine, how Lyric often engages in harmless deception and jokes around people they're comfortable with. Lyric's audacity to make fools of powerful creatures like @cantuscorvi to prove they can be brought down, and stubborn enough to keep coming back for more.

How in an earlier, pre-Christinization version of Loki's myths, he was bound to the rock for lashing out at the Aesir after they ridiculed him and made fun of him behind his back. How that story was changed to make the Aesir more sympathetic parties, and how it's theorized Loki and Odin may have originally been the same god, but were split, and Loki was given all the negative traits. How stories and people may betray you, your identity and motive, if you can be scapegoated. How Lyric suffers in their own story for the actions of their past self thousands of years ago, just because they made someone else stronger than them look bad.

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[starridge]

puppet hour was brutal

[determinate-negation]

i really dont understand how you can grow up your whole life hearing stories about holocaust survivors and maps of giant family trees of hundreds of people where only 2 or 3 survived or families that were separated and had to leave people behind to die and not empathize with palestinians and instead have the complete opposite reaction and say none of this is happening and that its not a genocide... i fucking hate the world so much

[hinamie]

10 years later

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[wormspoodle]

oh brother this guy stinks !! or something

[rapidhighway]

the thing that caused me so much grief last night but now i feel better about it fdnghgdfggd

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[datcravat]

In the name of Hades, I'll punish you!

[7roaches]

sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇