#it remains untouched

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Okay, The Menu is fantastic. Kinda depressing, but fantastic. Highly recommended.

I love movies that have been given a lot of thought. This could have easily become a "how horrendously can a person be killed while eating", but it kept itself a high step above. But it's not overly cerebral either.

Anyway, I really enjoyed it.

[fishbloc]

made my 3l designs into actual skins!!!

[starry-bi-sky]

"What about this one?" Bruce taps gently against the side of Danny's throat with his finger, a small, blacklight flashlight clutched in his other hand. Danny raises his hand and feels where he's tapping, and tries to remember which fight that's from.

After a few seconds, he finds the memory. "Some guy from revolutionary France," he says idly, quiet; somber, "had a very good aim, but not a very sharp axe."

The memory feels more vivid now than it did a few moments ago. He remembers digging the axe out himself, just in time to dodge the ghost lunging at him. His arms had trembled. He yanked it out like a splinter.

He sees Bruce's frown deepen from the corner of his eye, the space between his brows pinching together, and Danny purposely averts his gaze. He swallows dryly, it feels phantom sore. "Anymore questions?"

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I fully believe we haven't seen mk truly lose it on anyone yet--no not even when he fought azure or the curse--mk has always had control over what he's doing outside of accidental fumbles when hes first learning how to use his powers and I'd say he's almost more deadly when he's angry because so far being mad hasn't made him crazy or wild or out of control so far as I've observed being mad has only made him more focused

[kindlingkeen]

Jason from the perspective of people who only know him as an acquaintance is so good. He is definitely one of those people who you somehow just know has had something really really bad happen to them. Everyone knows there is something there and no one asks because it wont help anything to have specifics. The clerk at the corner store gets offended on Jason’s behalf when another patron whispers about how scary he is because that guy always holds the door for people and empties his pockets of change in the leave a penny tray. One night he crashes through a rooftop garden and comes back later to leave a note saying sorry along with a hidden envelope of cash to make up for it. When he stops back to check two ladies have waited up to give him zucchini bread and they know by his reaction that he isn’t used to little unexpected kindnesses.

Yes, 100x yes.

I love Jason through outsider eyes. Because when you take away the lens of trauma and assumption and bias his family views him through, you see the person he is underneath so much more clearly. And, sure, Jason might be a bit of an asshole, but he is also a fundamentally good person. He has a heart of gold and life has taught him to protect it with angry words and weaponry.

Anon, I love your outsider & Jason snippets so much. In fact, you may see some variation of these end up in Asymmetrical Warfare (if you want your tumblr or ao3 handle credited vs an anon reference, just drop me another ask, I don’t have to publish it on my blog if you don’t want).

Thanks so much for this ask, anon. It really made me smile. 💙

[limaisstilldrawing]

fire siblings

[cipher-fresh]

I do have to object to the novelization of the Giggle saying that the Doctor bought his own house in London with his UNIT salary. The Doctor would never be responsible enough to vacuum or buy groceries and stuff. The Doctor should be the Noble family’s unemployed housecat who wakes up at 12 noon every day and plays video games on the couch

[thrashkink-coven]

asking for financial prayers for the first time because my apartment just caught on fucking fire!!!! NOT my fault I promise, our fucking dryer EXPLODED ☹️

our whole apartment is covered in soot ☹️ Thank Gods all the cats are okay and made it out safe. But we can’t spend the night there, smoke is way too intense. 😔 Hoping to Gods that our condo board doesn’t sue or push the fire fighting expense onto us ☹️ we’re still not entirely sure who’s fault it is, ours or the building.

v nervous v stressed v unsure what’s going to happen next. aaaa Ra protect us aaaa

[ratatatastic]

"Have you ever seen [Barkov] fall? Has he ever fallen? He's never fallen his entire career!" "Uh—It's, uh, funny and I don't know if he'll care that I say this, but he's got those—he doesn't like the blades that you can snap in and out quickly. So when he needs to get his skates done in the middle of a game, he's gotta fully take off his skates, get 'em sharpened and retie them up—which is like one of the few guys in the league, I think, that still do that. So sometimes he'll have absolutely no edge, and he'll just find a way to, like, compensate and get through it—which is incredible." "That kind-of sucks though 'cuz that's like a bad dream to have. You're waiting on something else, like—even if the trainers just like snapped it back in or whatever, like maybe they had something different they can put in there. He probably wouldn't even know!" "[...] this guy's particular. He knows his game and he's goddamn good at it! And we don't say a word so!" "'Barky, we need you out there for the face off! There's two seconds left!'" "That's what I mean! He'll compensate and he'll still look better than all of us! Like if any of us had no edge like that, we'd be screwed, right? And he goes out there and does the Barky things that he does. We're all grateful for it! He's been getting me paid for 10 years now, so."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

loving my captain face... absolutely smitten with the man hes spent a decade with despite still not being invited to his house... thats love babey oh hes absolutely swinging and kicking his feet

THE LITTLE SMILE HE MAKES AFTER HE GOES "hes been getting me paid for 10 years now so 😃"

[kurulover]

you know not to give algorithms and even staff too much benefit of the doubt but plenty of times when they nuke someone you think has a good opinion, the person they nuked has twenty other terrible opinions that they actually got nuked for. just take any “they nuked them for this”post with a grain or fifteen of salt maybe. maybe please.

[molagboop]

Mawkin children undergo several maturity rites before they're granted full tribal citizenship. The first occurs around eight years old, involving a basic academic evaluation and the child's choice between a physical fitness test or a dream-walk.

The evals are simple: how much has the child learned, what do they know, where can we supplement their education, etc. How can we stimulate their curiosity and foster a lifelong love of learning? Have they displayed any skills or passion for any particular subject? How can we encourage their hobbies and interests? Those are the kinds of questions the adults involved in carrying out the evaluation are asking themselves.

The evaluations help parents figure out (or reaffirm what they already know) ways to engage their childrens' interests in a fun or productive way, and how to help their child along the path to success, academic or otherwise. Every child is different: they have their own needs, and while 8 years old isn't old enough for anyone to ascertain exactly what they wanna be when they grow up, the evaluation is a good starting point for the rest of their academic track until their next formative rites.

The next part of the rites is a branching path. The fitness test is typically favored by more outdoorsy or athletic types, as well as children who are afraid of specters or arent very interested in the old ways. That's fine: old people stuff can be boring! The priests go on and on about the ancestors during holidays, but you're eight years-old and you've never seen the ancestors show up before, so big whoop. You've got toys to play and things to learn.

Another general assumption is that children who are likely to grow into steadfast warriors or athletes may pick the fitness test enthusiastically and without thinking about it, but again, this is an evaluation, and the kids are like, eight. Nothing is set in stone. Eight year olds also typically love playing outside.

A number of kids, hearing about all the cool things their elders know and are capable of, or just being curious about what their ancestors might have to teach them, opt for the dream-walk.

The dream-walk involves exposure to psychoactive fumes, but is nonetheless completely safe: the kid is monitored and made as comfortable as possible.

The dream-walk is overseen by priests and doctors. The burners are lit and the trial-goer falls asleep, entering a state similar to lucid dreaming.

Everyone's experience is different. Some kids have profound surreal experiences: others spend the entire time sitting at a table with a long-dead ancestor having a meal. Some kids are shown events from the past by an old ghost: some even experience said event from the perspective of someone who was there when it happened.

For others, the dream is of an old-fashioned hunt, typically guided by a departed grandparent or neighbor. It's not unusual for Mawkin kids to have experienced the act of hunting for food or sport by this point in their lives: many who hunt take their babies out with them on their backs. The quarry during the dream-walk, however, is typically more than your mundane game beast.

Tribal scholars and doctors of psychology have posited that the dream walk largely reflects the experiences of those involved. Formative memories and strong feelings, they believe, greatly affect the appearance of conjured apparitions in the dream. If a kid is fighting any demons at eight years old or harbor any powerful fears, they may very well be forced to face them head-on during this trial.

Therein lies the value of the dream-walk: it's not just a curiosity to get the kids to engage with cultural practices of yore, it has utility in teaching children valuable lessons through experience without actually making them fight the six-eyed serpent of a hundred and seventeen mouths. And they're usually not facing it alone: the ancestors quite literally walk with plenty of kids during these trials.

There are some truths a given child must face alone, and plenty do. But when they wake, they will find themselves among familiar company, the sweet smell of wood smoke permeating the air and a feast awaiting back home to celebrate their first milestone towards becoming an adult.

Some kids don't fight any major bosses or experience the heat death of the universe through the eyes of a slug, instead deriving value from the dream-walk in the form of sensory-guided introspection. The lesson they learn may not even be apparent to them until six years down the line. It doesn't have to be deep: it can just be an experience that gives then a new perspective on the world.

The senses are heightened supremely during the dream-walk, allowing the dreamer to experience the world in a whole new way. Tasting color, feeling the vibration of every sound beneath one's skin, perceiving the shape of every smell. Even if the kid walks away thinking "huh, I've never experienced the world that way before", the trial will have been a success. In the very least, a child should come out of that dark room with a unique memory for them to examine later on.

Several minor rituals and evaluations occur around twelve and fifteen years, but the foremost citizenship rites occur around seventeen, when an individual's stomach is strong enough to handle sap wine in greater quantities without suffering catastrophic liver failure. The dream-walk is a requirement this time around, as well as a combat test. The combat test is the actual rite that determines one's status as an adult: the mandatory dream-walk occurs beforehand as a way to shed all doubts about the strength of one's resolve if they have any insecurities, and perhaps gain some personal insight in the process. Introspection assisted by psychoactive substances.

You may be wondering how those with varying degrees of disability come of age if they can't engage in the rite of combat. There are alternatives to the combat test if the participant doesn't feel able enough to fight, or otherwise can't exert themselves without experiencing undue pain and discomfort.

There are alternative rites for individuals of every combination of physical and cognitive impairment, and all are treated with the same gravity and dignity afforded to the typical rites. Poetry recitals, music, research projects, an oath of maturity: these are a few examples of things disabled Mawkin have done to establish their claim to adulthood in place of the rite of combat. An individual doesn't have to be "good" at something: they just have to show that they accept the responsibility that comes with being an adult, or are otherwise committed to their community and the tribe at large.

For some people, that commitment comes in the form of thriving to the best of their ability. Surviving to the next day, striving for tomorrow to hurt a little less than yesterday. It doesn't matter whether they can "contribute" or be a "productive member of society": all are one, and one serves all. The Mawkin take community very seriously. There's an age-old adage that says something to the effect of "if one is suffering, all are injured", and "when one is deprived of dignity, we are all cast naked face-down into the mud".

Anyways, that's how juvenile Mawkin are granted all the rights, responsibilities and privileges that come saddled with being an adult. It's worth noting that most of these rites line up with a typical Chozo's molting cycle, with the final rites occurring just as young warriors are shaking off the last loose feathers of their old coat and displaying their first (clear) adult patterns.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Steve as the tutor and Bucky as the prince 😵‍💫

https://www.tumblr.com/makemonymoo/746006565355667456

[Link] to a text post from @/transpidered reading, "royalty kink where he's a soft spoiled prince and im his battle tutor who has to be a little too rough during combat lessons to teach him 😵‍💫" the reblog from OP has more details 😮‍💨

I AM SO HERE FOR THIS, YES.

Can you fucking imagine?

Bucky would be so sweet and spoiled and soft--those big eyes, that pouting mouth, and whole his body. He's never had to work a day in his life. All he's ever done is wander around the palace grounds and dismissively wave his hands for his servants to do everything for him, so he's slim, but he isn't lean. Instead, Bucky's svelte with baby fat--thick thighs, a cute, round backside, and a waist with little rolls when he sits (he's always sitting on his ass). He doesn't have calluses; he's never been told no; he doesn't know what it's like to be bad at something--the concept of having to work for something, ugh, could anything be more unfamiliar?

So, when Bucky is introduced to his new tutor who doesn't obey his every word, who tells him no often, who pushes and pushes him...

Bucky is in trouble.

The first time he practices with Steve, Bucky ends up ripping off his helmet mid-way through, his hair a wild mess, frizzy and all over his face, some strands stuck in his mouth, leaving him wiping the back of his hand across his lower face. Then, he throws his heavy practice sword to the side, tossing his helmet, too, while he's at it. Bucky wants to pout, lips trembling--he's sweaty and gross, and his muscles hurt, and Steve keeps correcting him--but he snears at Steve instead, tears in his eyes.

Steve isn't going easy on him, sparing him no pity. It's not fair.

Steve pays those big, watery blue eyes no mind, rather, after he's done huffing and puffing, he asks if he's done with his tantrum and is ready to begin again. Bucky steps forward to come at him, but all Steve does is raise his sword, pointing it directly at his chest with a silent, raised eyebrow.

There's maybe an inch between Bucky's heaving chest and the tip of Steve's sword.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, your highness."

Oh.

Bucky is in trouble because for the first time in his life, his actions have consequences and... he likes it.

Thanks for these thoughts, Jesus Christ.

[mothman-stolemyeyebrows]

Muriel better not sell any books while they’re watching over the bookshop

[spaciebabie]

mister president, another wheatley has hit the monnie

[breakbleheavens]

new mobile theme for ttpd :)

[jihyocentric]

please tell me momo looks like this in the new mohyo au?? if so i totally get jihyo the bde is too strong here😭

https://x.com/hiraiflmz/status/1746631649582780709?s=46

YES! these momo edits are so funny to me because she looks like that but can't even talk to a girl using actual words. it's always a monkey emoji...

but she's not like that in the mohyo au okay!!! she can use her words. she still uses the monkey emojis but she also uses full sentences. maybe she's even a little dommy? i mean, that jihyo kinda needs (desperately yearns for actually) someone to tell her what to do, someone to have the control... and momo looking like that and treating her the way she did in bed was enough for her to pick momo to be in her bloodline forever!

and oh boy it will be fun writing jihyo realizing momo is actually a dork and that she's usually not so confident unless she's trying hard to bed a girl... i don't think jihyo will mind it too much but i can totally see her trying to make momo a more assertive person? like jihyo will probably give her simple lessons, such as making momo choose where they will have a date or if they should buy certain toys or clothes for the baby or not. small steps, little hope. but momo will love her and that's enough! all jihyo ever wanted, really!

(just for reference, if housewife!jihyo is a 10 and the jihyo from the domestic au is a 1, this jihyo is a solid 8 in terms of dependency... that's worrying!)