#it already speaks for itself.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'grays and greens (unidentified fucking objects)'

lie in the grass,

serving up ass;

is it alien to you?

the master of all youth?

you pair your grays with greens,

like i think i know what it means:

you know too that you're alive

and you're scared you're gonna die.

how come you're calling time, ref?

when you know we have time left.

even though it might not be too much,

you know i felt life in ev'ry touch.

when we were there under the trees, deep, in this city,

the streetlights weren't the only thing with electricity.

(i mean it truthfully when i say we were eye-fucking.)

now i'm encouraging the encourager to keep on trucking:

i say that you don't need dye

(but you can have it, of course,

rainbow, pain-bowed, pony-horse.)

because we're all gonna die;

let's do it like we did it in spite of the distance,

your hand in my hands and ankles in the waists of pants.

unidentified fucking objects seen in the sky

when we know we have to die.

- ellie revenge

[setaflow]

People in the comments of the Assassin's Creed: Shadows trailer becoming armchair historians trying to explain why Yasuke shouldn't be a protagonist actually are hilarious. Like besties this is a franchise where people can control eagles with their minds and a good 5% of the population are descended from evil psychic aliens. I THINK we can expand on a story of Japan's only-recorded African koshō without it jumping the shark.

[canisalbus]

So regarding the fake names, and how it could be bittersweet for machete to have to give up his real name for the sake of anonymity and safety, I had this funny little thought that the entire church genuinely forgot his name from calling him machete for so long. So when they hear about his death, or hear his real name they just go “who?” In response. If he was ostracized as long as he was I doubt any of the enemies he had actually bothered to learn his real name, kind of another massively ironic twist of fate where the very thing that they could use to find him and they never actually bothered to consider it.

And now the question (if that’s okay, I know a suggestion for way to explain why he still is named what he is can be a little rude) Where would they go? Would they head north to where Germany or France currently sits? South/East towards the balkans? Even further north to the anglo-saxons island? I imagine they would need to find a place where the Catholic Church can’t find them easily.

I don't know how plausible it would be for people to completely forget his proper name, but I can't deny liking the idea of him being able to shed the Machete persona and attempting to revert back to his kinder and more sensible self. From the time before his work filed his personality into a set of sharp edges.

Truthfully, I'm not entirely sure, I haven't thought that far. Trying to settle in a protestant country would be distressing, since Machete dedicated so much of his life to counter-reformation causes.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[endofbeginningarchive]

im thinking... im thinking.... saltburn seeming to believe it's an erotic witty sick and twisted film about class when really its a psychosexual neon-colored faggot tragedy rollercoaster of disordered and down bad behavior is kind of like oliver quick seeming to believe (or at least pretending that) hes possibly some kinda working class hero evil genius mastermind when really hes a deranged horny bisexual freak individual who wanted this one 6'5 guy and his bigass house so bad he ****** his entire family

[hulloitsdani]

SHARENA WEEK DAY 6!!!!

SHES DONE!!!!! WHOOOO!!!!

Took me a minute to finally knock this one out and I'm honestly restraining myself from going crazy on the shading and background. But that's eight characters in a style I don't normally work in. I already over estimated the time this would take. I'm calling it here for my sanity.

But with that out of the way, I wanted to thank everyone for the support during Sharena Week!! And an even bigger thank you for the people who made stuff for it! I'm putting it all your art in my pocket. I am running away with it. I am intently staring at it once I have escaped the authorities.

This has been very fun! Big thank you for @sharenaweek / @sharenalovemail for hosting. Please please please go check out everything she's doing. Stare at 'em with your eyes!

And with that I'm gonna back into hibernation! See you once Kiran Fire Emblem inevitably takes over my brain again :D

[definitelynotshouting]

“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

[keanu-reeves]

just screaming into the void here but what i haven’t seen in the conversation on the death of the golden age of television yet is a mention of the return of ads. besides it’s being outrageous and rude that f.ex. amazon prime stealthily introduced ads into their paying tier this year, it also marks a return to the stiffled creative control of the pre-streaming era. many shows could not be as progressive as they wished and had to be watered down due to the influence of advertisers on the shows’ contents. netflix too has a tier that shows ads.

the influence (capital lol) has been removed from the consumers hands once again and placed back to the big, ad paying cooperations. not only that, the consumers are still paying but now with forced ads and way less power.

[akkivee]

another piece of relevant information i think you all need to know from the hypster magazine is that hitoya recently published a book!!!!

the book itself is irrelevant tho, he held a book talk and signing event and all hundred or so seats sold out since y’know, the hypmic boys are technically idols in their universe and everyone wants to see drb participants, but bc of that a bunch of tickets had been scalped and only a handful showed up so hitoya got on the phone and called a bunch of people and got the scalpers arrested, some of which were in the crowd, and there was cheering, the audience clapped and obama was there—

[heartofsurgingflame]

thats like, disgustingly ideologically consistent

[gerardwaygirlmoments]

The End by MCR / Edmund Temper by Amigo the Devil / Different Anymore by Amigo the Devil / Mama by MCR / Edmund Temper by Amigo the Devil / The End by MCR / The Recluse by Amigo the Devil

[mantisgodsdomain]

BREAKING NEWS: area wizard previously only tangentially aware with podcast's second campaign via its first two arcs and the falling-off of its viewership finally actually gets around to listening past Arc 2 and realizes abruptly that OH SHIT the wizard liked this podcast because it's Really Fucking Good

[bluegarners]

it gets to a point where, despite all the numerous people who have donned the name and costume, none of them have really added anything to the mantle. there's nothing they could add, really, because the role was designed for only one person, and that person already perfected it

[itspileofgoodthings]

i love my counselor because she refuses to pry. don’t even know if she knows that’s an option, I have so rarely met a person who stays so thoroughly in her lane.

[arithmonym]

fucked up that i have to summarize this fic in order to post it

[radioactive-earthshine]

Impulse (1995) #6

After discovering (as Impulse) that Preston's mother Susan was behind the abuse all along and not the father like we were led to believe, Bart makes the decision to sacrifice his hero identity and report to Mr. Sheridan what he saw. This is after weeks of Max drilling into him that keeping his ID secret is paramount. Bart knows and accepts that some things are just not worth having if it means someone else is suffering.

I do wonder though if Bart talked to Max again and warned him that he was going to do this - Max earlier gave him the go ahead that if he did witness the abuse as Impulse that there was little they could do and his ID would be forfeit in this situation. I wonder if Max gave the warning to Wally and they were already bracing for the fallout but naturally, because the universe just likes to align itself for Bart he was spared having to out himself at all.