#it’s her time to shine

[schneesisterss]

I think ruby should say fuck

[bixels]

the height difference between sunset and thea... don't look at me...

[shiaseeeds]

[songforten]

can anyone explain to me at what point rose tyler was "unbelievably stupid". was it when she was inventing transdimensional travel

[shadowduel]

eye of the beholder

[thesquid06]

Dex needs to be the one to destroy the matchmaking system. Not Sophie. It has been his family’s battle, he should be the one to fight it.

[nabongz]

TZUYU / abouTZU Opening Trailer

[room-of-lies]

bug that gained sentience

[psychokillermp4]

Harrow the Ninth has been a little tougher for me to get into so far bc I don't love the 2nd person pov chapters. Although, I managed to see, without spoilers, that's there's a narrative reason/reveal later on as to why those chapters are written that way and if I'll do anything it's trust the process and follow along with a good author on a bit. I love a good bit.

But also bc, I LIKE Harrow (I do not want this misconstrued as me not liking Harrow) but I LOVE Gideon and I haven't had the time to get to know Harrow as well yet. So it feels kinda like that thing where you and a friend (who you don't know super well yet) have a mutual bestie and you guys are a chill trio together, but as soon as the bestie isn't there it gets kinda awkward. Like you've never hungout just the two of you before.

Gideon said, "Hey can you watch Harrow while I go smoke?" And my enamored ass was like,

"Anything for you gongeous!" and now Harrow and I are making awkward small talk trying to bond.

Harrow is like, "um yeah so I've been seeing visions... and puking a lot."

And I'm like, "ooh uh, that sucks, sorry about that... uh nice weather, huh?" Like we're gonna figure it out but it's gonna be a while.

[mollysunder]

The Medarda arc of s2 struggled to be good, because the plot viciously smothered it. You can argue that Arcane was never about politics but you cannot say the Medardas were never explicitly a family defined by politics. So when the show shifted it's priorities from a drama steeped in political conflict where even though the setting was fantastical the stakes were grounded to a shift where magic is the end all be all threat to humanity, the Medardas are rendered largely irrelevant.

In s2 Mel's agency over her own story is both largely stripped from her and poorly communicated. Arcane has Mel abducted from the plot to be the Black Rose's captive. Even when Mel manages to free herself it's not through the traits the audience understands are her strengths, her cunning and social intelligence, it's through an innate instinct that natural to her and indecipherable to the audience.

Ambessa as a character is more or less a villain of convenience, which would be fine if she wasn't immediately following Silco's act. Once Mel is removed from the story Ambessa is largely disconnected from any emotional tension fuels conflict between the characters and previously drove the plot in s1. She's there to play the worse bad guy for Caitlyn and then give Viktor the man power for the Glorious Evolution.

It's frustrating to see the Medardas used the way they are in s2 because when they're together I can see how it could be good. When they're together Mel forces emotion out of Ambessa. In Act 1, Ambessa proved she could do circles around Piltover's court, which could actually put Mel in a tight spot.

Their final scene on paper sounds like a good idea where the true resolution to Mel and Ambessa's story was that Ambessa saw Mel's own ruthless behavior as she not only betrayed Ambessa to the Black Rose, but used her as BAIT to double cross LeBlanc. Ambessa died proud that her daughter killed her the way she did, and that's so cool and tragic, but the execution was a flop.

One, their final fight is completely unimportant to the actual Glorious Evolution, Mel's grief can't even be a highlight because it's interrupted by Viktor's mind trap. Two, their fight didn't rely on any of Mel's actual strengths, just magic and the poorly explained MacGuffin LeBlanc gave her. How did Mel even know it would do that?

It's like the writers had the bones for a great story for the Medardas, but then they're like the world's worst archeologists and fit those bones together in the worst way possible because they were convinced the bones made a stegasaurus instead of a T-rex or something.

[aspen-charminghearts]

Another Day in Chloe’s and Red’s Dorm:

Chloe: [Chilling outside their dorm talking to her friend briefly discussing the homework that Chloe’s friend had a small question about]

Red from the inside: [Scream of bloody murder and terror]

Chloe rushing inside, sword drawn, moving in front of Red to protect her from the threat she has yet to spot: What’s going on?! Are you okay love? Where’s the-

Chloe looking around the room and seeing nothing:

Chloe:

Chloe: Red?

Red, her hand already wrapped around Chloe’s free arm: Yes Bluely?

Chloe: Why did you scream?

Red: Oh, I just wanted attention! [Let’s go of Chloe’s arm to hugs her from behind]

Chloe:

Chloe: . . .

Chloe putting her sword back in her belt: [Heavy sigh in my-girlfriend-is-going-to-take-20-years-off-my-life-from-stress]

[coloredlion]

Grace sketches bc I’m in an art funk

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

three times katniss talks about peeta completely normally in catching fire

I watch as Peeta crosses to the table, the sunlight from the window picking up the glint of fresh snow in his blond hair. He looks strong and healthy, so different from the sick, starving boy I knew in the arena, and you can barely even notice his limp now. 

I hadn't thought about it much, but in the arena at least some of the boys got to keep their body hair whereas none of the girls did. I can remember Peeta's now, as I bathed him by the stream. Very blond in the sunlight, once the mud and blood had been washed away. 

I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I've seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers' guns away from me in District 11. I don't know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don't notice much because they're so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they're a light golden color and so long I don't see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks. 

(every time she describes him, which is often in this way, it's like in a romcom or movie where the hero steps in and he's bathed in some sort of otherworldly glow so we know that THIS is the person, this person bathed in golden light.)

[tennessoui]

what’s the market look like for an au where like. Obi-wan is fresh off divorce and decides to go find himself using the settlement money he got from selling his part of the business he started with his wife so he gets to really go all out and travel all over. his second week, he runs into fresh out of college Anakin Skywalker who is doing a last summer of youthful freedom trip with his buddies before real world adult life comes calling. they fuck and hang out for the two or three days they overlap in the same place and then they part ways

only to meet again in like. the pasta aisle of the grocery store ten years later when anakin is fresh off divorce, trying to work out custody of his two children, while also settling into a new part of the city that hopefully doesn’t remind him at all of his ex & obi-wan is a silver fox of a man now who thinks, well. fucking anakin for a week way back then really did help him get over his failure of a marriage while also being super awesome for his confidence. It’s only fair that he lends a hand now that it’s anakin’s turn. or a mouth. etc

[thebramblewood]

The night where it all began, part one.

Previous / Next

Caleb: Mother and Father wouldn’t approve of you going out alone at night.

Lilith: Which is precisely why Mother and Father need not find out.

Caleb: Surely you can miss one party.

Lilith: I can, but why should I? I’m not like you, Caleb. It takes more than a book to satisfy my pleasure. There’s still time for you to dress. [teasingly] Besides, you’ll never find a proper young lady to court if you refuse to leave the house.

Caleb: And you’ll never attract an upstanding suitor so long as you keep shamelessly flirting in public with married men.

Lilith: Oh, but it’s such fun!

[both laughing]

Lilith: [melodramatically] Poor Mother and Father, burdened with two prospectless children. I almost pity them. They’ll certainly die of shame if the family line ends with us. Of course, they haven’t lost all hope. I may be doomed to crusty old widowers, but they’re still trotting out pretty girls for you. You might just marry yet.

Caleb: [mumbles] Isn’t that a loathsome thought?

Lilith: At least they’d leave you be. There are only so many reasons a young man willingly resigns himself to perennial bachelorhood, and they’re beginning to grow suspicious.

Caleb: We both have our proclivities.

Lilith: Yes. But people talk, and their talk is far less likely to wound you if you’re the one directing its aim.

Caleb: Oh, is that what’s happening when they call you the femme fatale of the ball in the society pages?

Lilith: There are far worse things to be called. Count yourself lucky they’ve only latched onto your social ineptitude thus far, wilted wallflower.

-

Caleb: Be careful.

Lilith: Now, where’s the fun in that?

Caleb: Lil-

Lilith: I can take care of myself.

[shadowduel]

We talked about making it I'm sorry that you never made it And it pains me just to hear you have to say it You knew the game and played it It kills to know that you have been defeated I see the wires pulling while you're breathing . . .