#its not even seasonal depression or whatever its just Oh Jesus Oh Fuck Oh God (gets hit by 99999 trauma bullets)

[0809sysblings]

it is always a little funny to me when people try to make psychologists and psychiatrists out to be the only people ever capable of being able to accurately diagnose mental illnesses and disorders and that their word is law as a way to criticize self diagnosis when like. once i was hospitalized and the psychiatrist there who i had not even known for more than a day tried to diagnose me as bipolar despite me having No history of mania because he.. couldn't really understand why i acted the way i did i guess???

[incorrectdmp]

DMP SEASON 4 EPISODE 9 OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILERS

okay so like. i’m GENUINELY sorry that i haven’t been updating this blog a lot outside of ooc spoilers. genuinely my sense of time rn is so messed up that i think i’m updating it semi-frequently then realize i only did one round of quotes before a new episode drops lol. didn’t even do anything for last episode my sense of time is just utterly fucked. so sorry hahaha i can’t promise i’ll try to remember things but. i still love this blog i’m just drifting outside of space and time atm

spoilers ahead as normal but honestly this episode was so chill and vibin you could PROBABLY read this update without watching and wouldn’t be majorly spoiled for much. ngl this is one of my fav ooc spoilers because not much super intense happened so i was able to capture most of the shenanigans through memes

-charlie, probably (made by pip for space game. Saved it in advance knowing it was spoilers for this episode lol)

I’m pretty sure tasting the colour pink is just peptol bismol

Charlie has reached a new low 2 episodes after the pizza image, somehow

“Despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage” -thorin

Alex’s nickname on the fanserver sure is real awkward now

Charlie is a weeb. next up, the sky is blue

I mean. If YOU gained god powers don’t tell me you WOULDN’T watch every anime in existence

The biggest tonal dissonance between the art and the music i’ve ever seen

-art by cam

Cant believe zephi is cg’s friend from work

NO TEARS. ONLY YOGA

My therapist: calm voice CG isn’t real he can’t hurt you. Calm voice CG:

Even the void is not immune to capitalism

COMPETITIVE YOGA

GAY PANIC TIME, THE FRIEND FROM WORK HAS ARRIVED

Vinny is phoenix wright 

Junior is denied playing with dogs by virtue of not being in the show. Shame.

Thorin being left alone with zephi, this could only end well. Just look how minerva ended up!

Vinny straight up admits he’s willing to kill a dog

“Ezra, yay or nay about val’s area” 

Miss Charlie steal yo girl

“I fucked your girl shitlips” -charlie, probably

Maybe ONE day the space jam scenario will see the light of day

Welcome to FUCK IT

The local mall cryptid returns at last

Two legends make a triumphant return: junior no last name and the gazebo

Junior nolastname can legally swear

Chuck. 

How dare you make me sad over one piece jokes

Just Starbucks

After months of CG and grace being the best goddamn dynamic in the show despite it being ENTIRELY noncanon they GET TO FUCKING INTERACT IN THE SHOW

Alex’s hyena laugh my beloved

Paul blart flesh mall

Do not investigate the meat

Yugo wasn’t dead, he was just put in gay baby jail for a nap

-cam

ALEX BE DROPPIN HOT BARS THO

Tommathan 

Hailey gets struck by the apollo ball

Yknow. A proposal. As a friend. She put a ring on it. As a friend. 

Tommy and angalena h*ld h*nds

Sometimes ur just so depressed you dont realize ur girlfriend proposed to you in a romantic way

Perhaps, just once, the girls will not be fighting

TACTICAL STEALTH EZRA

“It’s like i’m a WEBSERIES CHARACTER” -hailey looks directly at the camera

DAD TIME

Dads havin a good dad talk. I’m just vibin to this music

“The surrealism of it made me nearly scream”

Daily reminder that percy blackwood punched a kid at sunday school

Things gettin spicy in this mattress store ;)

Val averts thine eyes, at the disappointment of the fans

TOES TIME

Kingdom hearts called, it wants its belts back

Dmp would be instantly solved if junior hadnt been demoted to mall cryptid. Bitch been on screen for like 5 minutes and he’s goin full cinemasins on CG’s ass

Jesus canon to dmp

Junior decided to test god, he fucks around and finds out

CG throwing a temper tantrum and ripping apart his dolls like an angy 5 year old

(bitch), CG edition

THAT’S IT YOU’RE GOING TO SPENCERS

Eternal gazebo time

HOLY SHIT???? People go to malls to SHOP???

oh wow! [eldritch screeching] my favourite pokemon!!!

HAIR SWOOSH GANG

Oh noooooooo my two favs are talking whatever will i dooooooooooo

Yall are really just gonna shove doc’s corpse into a pretzel box huh

Charlie just progresses more and more into being comically small and sad

Rip the mall announcer, lost to the parking lot. We barely knew you

Charlie is a basic bitch, we been knew

Yeahhhh no cg sure as hell aint human. No human being would reasonably wear THAT

[spacedlexi]

Hello! I like your TWDG art and I'm curious if the Final Season was your first exposure to TWDG series? What do you think of the series overall, if you've played them? Any favourite characters outside of S4? I personally stopped playing the games after S2 left me severely disappointed, I think S1 will always be the best of them.

oooo cool questions. and thank you!!

my first exposure to twdg was actually when the demo dropped for the first season!! yea ive secretly been here the Whole Time lmao i didnt play it myself tho i watched my friend play. it was the first time i had been exposed to the telltale choice game kind of format and i didnt really know how to feel about it so i didnt pick it up for myself i just watched others play. it took me a while to catch up and i didnt finish the first season until after s2 ended

the end of season one, like with most people, left me like.....really super heart broken and emotional like man i was Empty inside ahah that ending still and always will get me just Right in the fuckin heart meat. so, feeling as empty as i did and wanting to know where clems story went i jumped Right into season 2 ............ and that left me even More fuckin empty and sad than season 1 lmao fuckin season 2 is probably The most depressing season imo i didnt think i could feel worse than the end of s1 but s2 took it as a challenge

i Hated s2 and was really suffering through it but when kenny showed up i was like OH THANK GOD a familiar face (even tho he really tested my patience in S1) because i capital H Hated the new cast. sarah was fine and luke was Generally ok for the most part but the adults pissed me the Fuck off and still do for how they treated clem (an 11 year old!!) like a whole ass adult and personal therapist. but then kenny got Real scary after the whole sarita thing and jane was pissin me off for not only constantly pushing kenny (a man who was desperately holding onto a very thin thread) but for trying to convince clem that she didnt need anyone and that she’d be better off on her own (AN 11 YEAR OLD!! in the zombie apocalypse!! even tho yea the s2 cast were shit to be around). looking at s2 in hindsight the only good thing about it was AJ..bby boy...

and then about a year or so later the trailer for s3 dropped and i was like YES look at clem fuckin badass fuckin shotgun fuckin take no shit Yes but then i was soooooooooo so disappointed when i found out you were gonna be playing as some fuckin Nobody new character i was like fuck off i just want clem back. season 3 was just....pretty boring in my opinion and the only saving grace was whenever clem was around and the whole “wheres aj” plot that i wish the game focused on instead. out of the s3 cast (minus clem/aj) i only really cared for javi and mari...and well.....we all kno what happens to mari and how fast l o l rip. eps 1-3 (generously) were ok and interesting but the final eps just... ehhh. also jesus was ok but hes also a part of the comics/show whatever so he doesnt rack up points for telltale. javi flirting with him was pretty cool tho. both protags are bisexual you love to see it. bi rights hell yeah

AND THEN....SEASON 4. i immediately fell in love with the entire cast (even when vi was mean to her when they first spoke cuz i was like “yeah yeah i know you dont mean it i saw the way you were lookin at her from the wall i KNOW youre gonna be a romance option”). the whole troubled youth boarding school was such a great choice finally clem was around people her fuckin age no more adults looking to her for guidance or to parent. and she was Top Dog these kids had no real experience and i knew it was only a matter of time before she slipped into the role as their leader. i was NOT expecting it to be because of how ep 1 ends like omfg the end of the 1st ep is just.....Real Good. the ep itself was pretty slow getting you introduced to everyone but my god shit gets Real the moment clem walks into that basement and from then on out the ep is just Wild and ends with a (literal) bang.

E2 started testing my patience with a few characters (lookin at you louis specifically (even tho i still like you) because i will never get over how now AJ was the one being treated like an adult (A 5 YEAR OLD WHO ONLY KNOWS KILL MONSTERS TO SURVIVE and has never been in a group setting that he can remember))(its why my clem could never romance louis sorry dude) but violet was 💕💕 amazing standing up for clem and aj against the whole group and she takes on the role as leader cuz “no one else stepped the fuck up” i love her.... and then lily shows up and the whole drama with the raiders AGH love it

up until this point i was still just watching others play since the seasons were either too depressing or boring for me to want to pick it up for myself

but then telltale shut down. and i was like.....oh my god....clems story is gonna get cut right at the end?? i loved this new cast and i dont get to see how it ends??? im not gonna get to play it for myself!??!?! so when skybound stepped in and saved it i bought it up IMMEDIATELY i was like “that was TOO CLOSE im gonna finish this series for myself Dammit” and i did and it was great i played eps 3 and 4 when they dropped at midnight im so glad i got to experience the ending for myself on my own. i cried ahhaha so fuckin hard and i still do CLEEEEMMMM you did it bitch i love you

season 1 and 4 are really the only ones i like. and for me s4 ranks higher than s1 because of the cast and the found family trope and how its just..not as fuckin desperate and depressing and hopeless. it really just comes down to preference but s4 wins for me with s1 close second. i only ever go through seasons 2 and 3 for the sake of setting up s4 like its just formality aha. plus getting ajs plot established makes it worth it. and knowing how clems story ends makes the depressing parts easier to get through

SO YEAH OOF SORRY for the long answer i talk way too much ahah but i do really love this game. seasons 1 and 4 now reside snugly in a little corner of my heart where they will stay until i die lmao. if you havent i definitely recommend at least going through s4!!

[barracudablue]

I just fucking can’t stop thinking about my own mind playground version of “HBO” SPN.

Dean Winchester smokes Virginia Slims but he claims it’s because they were his mom’s brand and defends the inherent masculinity of all cigarette smoking until a female character smoking Marlboro reds or Camels won’t stop calling him princess and babydoll with a smoke hanging off her lips while chambering a sawed off shotgun and saving his ass (and not being killed ever or showing her tits because this show is about inverting tropes so we just see male nudity in situations that emphasize physical vulnerability). Who knows maybe she even grabs his dick and it’s extremely wrong and inappropriate and he is rightfully upset about it but feels like he can’t say anything because he is a Man.

And sure, we all want him to have self destructive hook ups in rest stop bathrooms, but more importantly can I please have some terrible coffee that is way too hot out of the rest stop vending machine that he tries to convince Sam is actually good? Dean is addicted to stimulants of every kind so the coffee seems pretty good to him.

Sam btw literally listens to Hozier. Dean secretly loves Chris Isaak. (Please, someone mention the Chris Isaak show I bet Dean would love that shit.) Sam spends the entire series trying to convince Dean that it is OK to not be straight, but Dean doesn’t trust him because he’s way too academic about it. Dean directing some kind of class-based anger at his own brother who wishes he could escape the hunting lifestyle and therefore passes judgment on hunters because of his own insecurities. So eventually Sam realizes it isn’t a crime to be poor, stereotypes about poor people are designed to make people feel like they themselves aren’t victims of capitalism as long as their apartment is equipped with a dishwasher or whatever, and he ought to just accept himself, you can be smart and wear carharts (in the same way Dean should just figure out that being gay is fine).

Just for me, let’s put a sprinkle of Dean having a crush on Fox Mulder.

Castiel pops in, he is murdering a whole bunch of people like, “Who cares? It’s God’s will and their problem if they were sinners because we have a system in place.” And he smells like incense all the damn time, when he comes into the room people are hallucinating or hearing colors or whatever. Dean is like, “Oh my fuck this is the hottest person I’ve ever met. He terrifies me by being perfect and flipping over all of my ideas about myself by being both bone-rattlingly powerful and extremely gentle to ONLY me wtf. I must treat him like shit because I’m afraid of love.”

When Cas tries to use electronics sometimes they explode like a Star Trek panel so Sam is very protective of his laptop. Cas’ not liking Sam thing results in broken fingers, broken jaw, angel radio brain scramble, basically way worse things than little cute insults.

He also quickly gets addicted to trying all kinds of drugs, really likes taking pills because idk pillheads are the most annoying substance abusers so I think it would be funny. But whenever he feels like it he can just soberheal someone by touching them, so he’s going around spitefully sobering Dean up, who passes out and gets princess carried by Cas to get him a good night’s sleep.

Cas and Dean are obviously in love, perhaps this is clearly verbalized early on. But I don’t care if they ever fuck. But, if they do, it must definitely be an extra fucking weird experience where Dean literally? metaphorically? meets God. Like, if the freaky swirly scene in Altered States was blissful instead of terrifying, that would be fucking an angel probably.

Bobby is the same except sometimes he passes out drunk blasting Townes Van Zandt and the boys are like, “Jesus, this is depressing.” We can have a comedic scene of them walking in when he’s about to kill himself and then him refusing to admit that ever happened every time they try to bring it up. Bobby also openly talks trash about John Winchester day and night and curses like Al Swearengen.

I haven’t watched past like season 8 so I leave others to imagine the rest. However, based on gifsets I will say that Dean becoming more fatherly would be the top healing experience. He would definitely make sure his children know grabbing someone’s genitals is a big no, as was all of the other abuse that he suffered under the belief that it was normal. And he and Cas get married its so super god damn domestic it’ll make your teeth scream. Let Sam become a bartender or something. He can write novels inspired by his life on the side. I really don’t want to see him becoming an academic and remaining insufferable.

[marksburyscripts]

Season 1, Episode 5-- Heartwrench

Google Doc

[Henry’s hospital room. Day. There are no longer the sounds of life support.]

VICTOR

...You’re sure it’s okay?

HENRY

Yeah, it’s fine. Whatever helps. Record away.

VICTOR

All right. Thanks.

HENRY

...You don’t have to be nervous, you know.

VICTOR

I’m not.

HENRY

Then why are you doing that?

VICTOR

Doing what?

HENRY

You’re clenching and releasing your hand, and you’re rocking a bit in your chair. Both of which you do when you’re nervous. Seriously, how long have I known you? [Beat.] No, you don’t have to stop.

VICTOR

Oh thank God. [Beat.] ...How’re you feeling?

HENRY

Like I’ve been in a coma for the better part of a year. But lucid, so that’s an improvement, I guess.

VICTOR

Right. Right, yeah.

HENRY

...You know we’ve gotta talk about this, right?

VICTOR

Henry, shouldn’t we wait until you’re--

HENRY

No. We’re doing it now. While you’re recording. ...Victor, please tell me that I’m remembering wrong. Please tell me that I’ve just got some real bad brain damage and it’s fucking with me. That I didn’t walk in on some… first attempt at reanimating a fucking corpse.

VICTOR

[Mumbled] Second.

HENRY

Excuse me?

VICTOR

It was a second attempt, I’d done it before.

HENRY

Jesus Christ.

VICTOR

Also it’s not technically reanimation. If it had been a single body, sure, but I used materials from several donors--

HENRY

What the hell is wrong with you? In what fantasy could you ever see that turning out well? That’s the kind of shit that horror movies are made from!

VICTOR

I’m sorry, I--

HENRY

You were stupid! You were stupid, and reckless, and you didn’t think about the consequences!

VICTOR

I know, I just--

HENRY

Oh my God, that’s what the fire was about, wasn’t it? That had something to do with it. You freaked out, and you tried to burn the evidence. So what, you figured you’d risk more lives then, too? What if there had been people in there, Victor, what then?! Is that what attacked me? And did-- Did Justine really kill your brother? Or was that part of it, too? You have people’s lives on your conscience, all because you wanted to fuck around and find out if you could--

VICTOR

I just wanted my mom back, okay?! I know I fucked up. Believe me, I don’t need any more reminders. But I-- I had my reasons, it wasn’t just some ego trip.

HENRY

[Calmer now] ...Does Elliot know?

VICTOR

I’m sure he figured it out, yeah.

HENRY

What’s that supposed to mean?

VICTOR

Oh. Oh God, they didn’t tell you.

HENRY

Tell me what?

VICTOR

...Henry, Elliot’s dead.

HENRY

Oh God. God, I…. I’m so sorry, I…. How’s your dad taking it?

VICTOR

Well, considering he died two days later, I’d say not very well.

HENRY

What?

VICTOR

[Getting more and more distraught] He’s dead too, Henry. Him, Elliot, my mother, Billy, Justine. Everyone is dead, and I have been so alone and so scared, and I have no idea what I am supposed to do.

HENRY

...Hey. C’mere. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m just stressed, I shouldn’t have said all that shit.

VICTOR

You have every right to.

HENRY

No, being a dick won’t fix anything. Plus, you’ve obviously been through hell. Your glasses look like you were just at a 4Chan meetup.

VICTOR

[Laughs] I don’t know what that means.

HENRY

It means you need to get some damn lens cleaner, how the hell can you see out of those thing?

VICTOR

Just used to it, I suppose.

HENRY

You hear from Evelynn at all?

VICTOR

Take a guess.

HENRY

That’ll be a no. You try talking to her?

VICTOR

Of course not.

HENRY

...So you’re upset that you’ve been alone, yet you haven’t even tried to get in contact with your sister?

VICTOR

Look, I don’t need a lecture right now, okay? I get enough of those from Dr Walton.

HENRY

Wait, you’re seeing Dr Walton? Like, Robert Walton? Kinda short, always has a bow tie?

VICTOR

Yeah…? Do you know him, or…?

HENRY

Sort of, he was a guest speaker for my Abnormal Psych class during undergrad. He seems good.

VICTOR

Yeah, I suppose.

HENRY

How much you tell him?

VICTOR

I’m not sure I could tell him what happened even if I wanted to.

HENRY

...What happens when you try?

VICTOR

Don’t. Don’t do that.

HENRY

Do what?

VICTOR

That. You’re trying to… diagnose me.

HENRY

No, you’re my friend and I don’t have a license to practice. That’s illegal. I’m… offering informed advice.

VICTOR

Yeah, well, I’ll save you the trouble. Clinical depression, post traumatic stress disorder, and paranoid personality disorder. Though that last one is debatable. I might be missing some. Come back when you finish your Ph.D, Clerval.

HENRY

[Softly] Jesus…. [Trying to lighten the mood now] Doing it then it would be even more illegal. Then we’ll have two criminals here. [Beat.] Sorry. That wasn’t as funny as I expected it to be.

VICTOR

No. No, it’s fine. You’re not wrong. [Laughs] Should’ve seen what it was like trying to find a job with an arson charge. I’m lucky I managed to get the one I have.

HENRY

Yeah? What job’s that?

VICTOR

I’m over at Harris’ down on Main Street.

HENRY

Holy shit. The great Victor Frankenstein, the mad genius, the Prometheus of the 21st century, is selling discount hardware.

VICTOR

Well, I don’t actually sell anything most of the time. I’m customer service. Mostly returns, taking phone calls, fun stuff like that.

HENRY

You’re fucking with me. You hate talking on the phone.

VICTOR

And I hate my job. But if they’re willing to give a felon minimum wage, who am I to argue?

HENRY

Hey man, whatever works. I do have one more question, though. 

VICTOR

Okay?

HENRY

Is that the hoodie I lent you that day?

VICTOR 

Oh, um, right, yeah. I-- I was going to give it back, but then you-- You know, and then I was just so distracted, between worrying about you and the police hounding me--

HENRY

Hold on, police?

VICTOR

Oh. Right. They, um… They thought that I did it for a while. Elliot, too.

HENRY

Oh God. 

VICTOR

I mean, I can't blame them. I've got a record, and that's a lot of people close to me who--

[The door opens. Both men are silent for a moment.]

HENRY

Hello…?

VICTOR

Sorry. That’s probably me.

HENRY

What?

VICTOR

Things have been… weird. It’s a long story.

HENRY

You built a person out of corpses, and I’m bedridden for who knows how long. I’ve got all the time in the world for the details.

VICTOR

...Ever since I…. Ever since the fire, things have been… happening around me. I know how this is going to sound, but you need to believe me, okay? Ever since I… made it… it’s like…. I don’t know. It doesn’t even really make sense, I-- The two concepts aren’t even remotely similar, I--

HENRY

Hey. Hey, breathe for me, okay? 

VICTOR

Okay. Okay, sorry. ...That was the first night that I experienced something that I was unable to explain. Granted, I wasn’t exactly in the best mental state at the time, so for a while, I figured that it must have been a hallucination. I’ll be honest, sometimes I’m still able to convince myself that it was. But I know it’s not. 

VICTOR (Cont.)

Sorry. Sorry, let me back up. [Sighs] The… first signs of life came at 1:15 AM. The rise and fall of the chest, the flicker of movement behind the eyelids. Whether or not there was cognitive function had yet to be seen, but… I suppose you know how that turned out. It was at 1:16 that everything started to go downhill. When I realized what I’d done, when-- when the possible consequences hit me all at once. The wrongness of the situation, I…. I almost didn’t hear it. Or-- No. No, I didn’t hear it so much as I felt it. I felt a voice throughout my body, in every single nerve, clawing its way into my subconscious. I-- I couldn’t make out what it was saying, but… I got the sickening feeling that it was proud of me. Proud of what I’d managed to achieve. Whether or not anything happened for the couple months that I was in the hospital afterwards, I can’t really say. I was in shock, I couldn’t tell you what was real and what was hallucination. Honestly, you’d probably be better at figuring out if anything odd was happening during that time, you were there. But what I can tell you is that it never stopped. Sometimes the TV would turn on in the middle of the night blasting static, a couple times I woke up in the morning to find my glasses outside on the windowsill. Then there are the more… sinister ones. Beings that aren’t quite human, there one moment, gone the next. Or sinking, terrifying senses of dread that lead up to disaster.

HENRY

So… you’re seeing ghosts?

VICTOR

No, obviously not ghosts, ghosts don’t exist. Jeeze, you sound like Elliot. [He laughs, but it fades]  ...Not ghosts. But… something. Something that found me that night and hasn’t left me alone since. It’s all connected, I know it is. I just need to analyze everything. You know me, I work with data and research. If I can get the evidence, I can work out what’s going on. I even ended up setting cameras up in my house, but… they always freeze up whenever something happens. Typical. Either that or-- Or I don’t even have it happen myself, sometimes it’s other people who--

HENRY

Wait. Other people?

VICTOR

Yes. But it’s not like I want it to happen, it just does. I usually don’t even know them. I just… hear about them on the news, or sometimes they tell me themselves if I happen to run into them.

HENRY

...And strangers just tell you about all the creepy shit that happens to them?

VICTOR

...Sometimes, yeah.

HENRY

...You know what, I’m not going to even pretend to be surprised.

VICTOR

Honestly, that’s how I deal with it. So yeah. There you go. Spooky.

HENRY

...Do people get hurt because of it? [Victor doesn’t answer] Shit…. Well then. That settles it. I guess we’ve got work to do.

VICTOR

What?

HENRY

I said, we’ve got work to do. Maybe you’re content wallowing in self-pity while creepy shit radiates off of you, but I sure as hell won’t sit on my ass as it happens.

VICTOR

Henry--

HENRY

I know what you’re doing. You’re treating it like some punishment. Like you deserve it. Well, I’m here to tell you that you don’t. And neither does anyone else. You fucked up, yeah. And I’m not going to lie, it’s going to take some time for us to get back to the way we were. But it’s like you said. You had your reasons. You didn’t mean for it all to go to hell. And you didn’t kill them. So you and me are going to buck up and--

[He is cut off by a sound of pain as he moves]

VICTOR

Hey, whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. We'll figure it out. We have time to plan, take action, whatever we need to do. But right now, what you need to do is rest. I'll wash the hoodie and bring it back first thing tomorrow. 

HENRY

Nah, you keep it. It suits you, I can always get another. Plus, who the hell knows where you've been the past year? 

VICTOR 

[He laughs. This time it feels genuine] Asshole.

NEXT EPISODE➝

[t100ficrecsblog]

an interview with blueparacosm (they/them)

what are you working on right now? right now i’m working on a multi-chapter merlin au (murphamy, duh). murphy as the sorcerer, bellamy as the prince, octavia as the half-sister sorceress, lexa as the painfully vague great dragon, you get the gist.

what’s something you’d like to write one day? i’d love to write a big canonverse adventure story with murphy and bellamy. i love the idea of a story of about 35k words of them traveling together, getting to know each other better, and having all the conversations they should be having in canon. hopping planets, anomaly shenanigans, cave spelunking, bardo breakout, whatever the hell etherea ends up being. mostly just because i want a snow kiss on nakara. i won’t lie to you. just something big and colorful and fun. the works. if i do end up writing it, it’ll be after the show is over and all these new weird settings have been? fleshed? i forget the phrase. surely it’s not ‘fleshed’… ed’s note: they mean ‘fleshed out’, probably.

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? definitely “alone with you.” i’m used to writing kind of absurd and fast-paced stories and “alone with you” stands out to me as one of my more genuine fics that takes its time, and i was really surprised by how well that change of pace went over with people who read it. i really wrote that one for myself, it was almost a vent fic about depression and comfort and nature and solitude and other loser dork shit, and so to see that people resonated with its themes was so heartwarming and encouraging. i even had a few people tell me they were laying around, reading it outside, feeling comforted and calmed by the mossy rock of it all. so i suppose it’s my favorite because of the great response to it, and because it was so different from anything else i’ve written and was basically just me testing the waters to see if people would mind if i spent more time on imagery and character development and yet, apparently turned out actually readable. who would’ve thunk?

why did you first start writing fic? god, i must have been 14? so when s2 was airing, and i’d never read or written fanfic or even been part of a fandom, i just loved murphy so much that i had to talk about it with someone, so i joined twitter and inevitably found ao3. and i found i loved fics and i’ve always liked writing but didn’t know what to do with stories after i’d written them, so i thought i’d try my hand at writing and posting something. i think i got a pretty good response on my first few fics (orphaned since then because… good god) for a 14 year old with shitty grammar and a weird writing style and terrible dialogue but a lot of enthusiasm, and i thought it was so much fun to share my ideas and get nice feedback from others, so i kept going. :)

what frustrates you most about fic writing? i’ll be real with you dog: i never feel good enough. i swear i could write a fic with 1000 kudos and 1000 lovely comments and i would still think i could’ve and should’ve done better. it’s easy to forget we do this for fun and for free and that i could be a hell of a lot worse. at a certain point, i think my understanding of what makes a good story surpassed my actual writing ability, so now i’m scrambling to catch up and write something i’m proud of again. fingers crossed for that merlin au.

what are your top five songs right now? “those who can’t, cheat” by clarence clarity “georgia on my mind” by microwave “eggshell” by runnner “nice house” by joy wave “gay in the south”by susto

what are your inspirations (books, songs, other fic)? my inspirations are usually shows for structure and short stories for tone/style! my attention span is pathetic so i barely ever read books anymore which is … not promising for a wannabe writer and i should probably get that figured out if i want to continue improving but we’ll cross that bridge when i am prepared to admit i have arrived at it. but, mostly shows. i love watching tv and am constantly analyzing shows’ story structure and making notes of what i thought worked and what i didn’t like. getting a masterclass in suspense from black sails right now. all television is educational television if you try hard enough.

what attracts you to writing about Murphamy? what first attracted you?murphamy has such good bones. of course i’d want them to be canon, but their personalities mesh so well in the focused and organized and fun world of fics. there’s just something different about them in that they make every single AU their bitch. there’s nowhere they don’t shine and even if they weren’t already my only concern in the world, their adaptability makes them the perfect control variable for trying out a million different writing styles and lengths and genres. pirate au you got it. wizard au hell yeah. sports au let’s hear it for the boys. canon divergence release the beasts. fuck it i wrote them as witnesses to the crucifixion of jesus christ once and it wasn’t even that weird. they’re my favorite lab rats.

besides Murphamy, what’s your favorite ship on t100? i can honestly say i don’t care for anyone else. there are plenty of pairings i could boogie with and plenty of murphy ships that i joke about but none i’m actively rooting for or seeking out fan-made content about. murphamy or bust. i suppose i liked clexa, sea mechanic, and jonty well enough when they were in their prime but all good and gay things must apparently come to an end.

besides Murphy, who’s your favorite character on t100? oh sweet jasper… sweet jasper come home to me…

would you ever write a sheidheda/murphy fic? what about other rarepairs? i absolutely would. in fact i’ll do it right now. a story about those two going head to head would be a literal gold mine do you think this is a funny silly little game? it’s not. the tension between murphy and an ancient sexy demon is something that can actually be so personal but my mutuals are getting increasingly angrier with me for talking about it. not to say i’m stopping. as for other rare pairs i’ve been genuinely interested in ECHORI lately you know like an insane person. and i loved zev/murphy. it’s a cold, cruel world we live in. wouldn’t be opposed to one last gabriel/murphy hurrah before the show ended either. OH! OH! and someone should write some wells/murphy. not me because i’m writing sheidurphy.

what are some things you’d like to recommend? if anyone has a food lion near them, in the bakery they have these boxes of little sugar cookies and they’re only like four dollars but there’s like 25 cookies in there it’s unfathomable. 

also these baller writers on ao3: sapphictomaz, hopskipaway, oogaboogu, sadie18, and maunwocha! 

and for my finale i’m gonna plug my murphy playlist, and my murphamy playlist. because sharing is caring and music is good and i’m proud of them.

it was my absolute joy to interview blueparacosm! you can find them primarily on Twitter at slugcities. my favorite blueparacosm fics are: thirty-five paper frogs, an exploration of Murphy and Jasper’s friendship while they’re on the Ring together; the fantastic it’s good to be me, an absolutely poetic examination of prime!Murphy at the end of season 6; fish boy, the heart-wrenching mermaid!Murphy fic; and lastly, the old magic oddities show, a really weird fic that shows off the adaptability of these characters in a wholly new light. 

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HC: The Beautiful Goalie Problem

First order of business: As this is the first Gabriel Landeskog/Tyson Barrie headcanon we are posting we thought you should all enjoy a PRIMER on why they are amazing. You should go explore their tag on AO3 if you are thirsty for more Tall Bossy Europeans banging Slightly Neurotic Canadians With A Sweet Tooth (do we have a type? We might have a type). Other than that you just need to know that Gabe is a Babe and Tyson is cute as a woodland creature. They flirt a lot.

Second order of business: How familiar are you with Lithuanian and sometimes San Jose Sharks Goalie and professional model Mantas Armalis? Here are some photos:

(PSA because we know literally nothing about Mantas Armalis other than that he is beautiful and unashamed of it, he’s a goalie, and he is Lithuanian - we’ve decided to characterize him as like genuinely sweet and secure in his masculinity but Straight)

Our HC starts like this, Armalis is playing for the Sharks (we don’t think he actually is right now), the Avs have a night out after an East coast game and manage to catch a Sharks game in progress at the bar.

We are jumping straight into a universe in which Tyson has a well-known mancrush on Gabe. It’s not even that different from reality, with the calling him a chiseled viking stallion and all. But this is a legit, slightly despairing crush that Tyson is actually pretty decent at dealing with and only occasionally pops its head up when Gabe’s hair looks particularly good or Avs media makes him write a Valentine’s Day card ffs. But Tyson is a fairly flirty guy, and has little to no filter, especially when he’s flustered so no one really takes him that seriously, especially not Gabe. It’s like the ongoing tradition of both complimenting and chirping Gabe is his trademarked ambiguously gay thing. As a gay dude in hockey that would pretty much have to be your specialty - that or utter awkward silence. But still, flirting is a two way street. We’re looking at you, Valentines writing, smiley-eyes giving, clap-backing GABE. But anyway - Tyson has been (casually, low-key, manageably) hung up on Gabe. UNTIL.

The second Tyson sees Armalis he’s just struck dead, eyes wide, beer forgotten in front of him.

“Sweet baby Jesus, I didn't know men could be that beautiful. Like he's making Gabe look like a cabbage patch kid.” He probably says it way too loud and garners the interest of everyone around them including Gabe who heard his name slandered and leans in to see what’s up.

"Gabe move your giant head, you're blocking the view of that beautiful man." Tyson doesn’t even notice the way everyone is looking at them with surprise and amusement mixed with confusion. It seemed to all of them that Tyson was a one beautiful man kind of man but apparently he could be swayed by even more impressive cheekbones.

No one has ever ‘trumped Gabe’s hotness’ before, and Gabe personally finds it pretty amusing at first, the way that Tyson is drooling openly about this other guy. But as the night wears on he gets kind of tired of hearing about how blue and piercing the goalie’s eyes are, how his lips are just so, so perfect. And he’s literally a model!  And an NHL player! Husband material right there.

It definitely goes on like that for a couple weeks, blooming into full crush territory, Tyson occasionally spouting about that beautiful goalie, how he even looks amazing behind a full face mask. The boys all tease him about about his ‘cali boyfriend’, and then continue teasing as he protest by only making increasingly ludicrous claims about Lithuanian goalie’s hotness and starts to turn redder and redder (as he is wont to do). One part of his embarrassment is because of the guys teasing him, and one part by his own blunderingly obvious crush. It’s like Great Wall of China sized by now, like you know when someone tells you to stop talking about something because you’re being annoying but you’re obsessed and you just physically can’t? That’s what he’s like.

The Boys: SO COLD TYS, YOU'RE SO LOVE EM AND LEAVE EM, JUST THE NEXT BEEFY EUROPEAN HUNK YOU CAN FIND, EH??? (towel snaps)

Meanwhile Gabe kind of sits in the wings and gets further and further wound up about it. He knows he’s irrationally fuming, it wasn’t like Tyson really meant anything about these comments, OR about the comments he’d always said about Gabe, but by now they were routine and comfortable. Also Gabe has definitely rarely encountered better looking men than himself, or at least men that other people would be more attracted to, so he’s really not used to the sensation of being sincerely jealous.

The tension in the locker room is probably palpable, Gabe would try SO HARD to laugh it off, "Haha, yes, we all knew about this giant crush Tyson had on me that I in no way reciprocated and that it has moved on to greener pastures, haha."

BUT HE RECIPROCATED HARD. Oh did he reciprocate. He was just waiting for the timing to be right you know?! With the season and all things were delicate and he didn’t want to screw anything up but they seemed to have been circling each other! They were getting closer and closer to some resolution to all the complicated feelings building between them - and BAM suddenly Tys is pining for this other guy? And he’s a world class hottie who would be lucky to have someone like Tyson being in love with them?????

Tys by now is like campaigning all of his contacts for guys that know him or are on the sharks so he can introduce/endearingly embarrass himself (also he’s a little bit self deprecatingly going for guys way out of his league (in his head) so they're unattainable and he can never have love because he doesn't believe he deserves love - like he knows he’s the funny sidekick type not the leading man type etc. and like it’s just safer to hardcore flirt with guys that would never even look at you than to actually try for something and maybe not get it).

Gabe has moved on from pasting uncomfortable smiles on his face and swallowing his jealousy to pasting uncomfortable smiles on his face and openly moping in heartbroken despair when he thinks no one is looking.

But Nate was looking, because Nate knew, Nate knew.  He has 100% been privy to all the times Gabe like took a too-drunk-off-his-ass-from-a-few-coolers Tys home and tenderly tucked him in and made sure he was comfy and not gonna vom -- ABOVE AND BEYOND CAP DUTIES GABE. Nate knows about your dirty Tyson loving secret.

So Gabe is moping hard as we already stated, and Tys is still frothing over another dude - and secretly he's relieved to have another crush, because the thing with Gabe was getting embarrassing for him, it was growing legs and starting not to be able to be just shrugged off. Other people were starting to notice that he was being a little too genuine with his comments with Gabe.

But it’s been long enough, Gabe is tired of moping and he wants to move on, he wants to find peace but he’s never going to find it without addressing his feelings and directly facing what is happening between them so what he gets all his feelings boiled down to sounds like:

I was reading into our friendship...seeing things that weren't there...like actual affection, and I was just a convenient piece of ass, I guess.

Still feeling hurt and upset about that, but still loving Tys, because he's a genuine dude - but also just trying to reconcile the things he's now hearing Tys blatantly say about this other guy - those things he used to awkwardly stifle when Gabe came into the room in his towel and shower sandals.

Gabe is HURT. Tys is in DENIAL/SELF LOATHING. Nate is so TIRED.

There would then have to be a lot of Nate like meddling/trying to get them to use their words. But, as it goes, anger/resentment would probably mix into the sludge of emotions and trigger Gabe back around to envy, making him posture and be Extra Babe™ and kind of torture Tys. Which, unfortunately, only makes him re-double his focus on Armalis.

But that, in turn probably makes Armalis notice Tys because he is legitimately so cute and also all these tweets about him are so flattering and sweet! And not-gay flirting is what Tys excels at, like he knows most of the dudes he flirts with aren’t gay, and he’s not gonna pressure them, but it’s just for fun and they like it cause he’s such a bro and everyone likes compliments right?

Anyway so Armalis responds - he flirts back! No harm in flirting! He's not actually gay but crushes are real! No reason to be rude! Maybe a photo! Maybe they could hang out!  

So it’s just a chill mild flirty friendship with the added bonus of maybe helping Tyson acclimatise to super hot euro dudes.

(The Sharks social media and the Avs social media have been exchanging eyeball emojis about all this and swapping DMs about trying to figure out how to use this friendship to a publicity advantage)

But then Armalis posts a couple of instagram selfies of them pre-game next time the sharks are in town. Cue Gabe losing his fucking MIND about it. At first he's like “BRB, I'm gonna go jump off the roof of the Pepsi Center.” but then he's like “....you know what? NO. THAT'S MY CHIPMUNK. YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM. I'M GOING TO BEAM ALL OF MY THOUSAND WATT VIKING SUN GOD FURY AT YOU MORTAL.”

But first there’s a lot of venting to long suffering Nate and probably whatever Swedish phone tree exists in the NHL (don’t tell us there’s not a Swedish phone tree, if there’s a Russian knitting circle there’s a Swedish phone tree).

Swedish group chat probably:

Horny: No sympathy, you gotta lock down your man

Karlsson:...haha!! he's so much better looking than you!!

Backstrom: please stop adding me to these things

Lundqvist: 😏🍆

So, probably, after he’s ranted a lot about it, the wind goes out of Gabe’s sails and he wilts hard and thinks he's lost his babe-aliciousness and gets real depressed about it, y’know that thundercloud disassociating in the locker room and feeling sorry for himself.

Tyson definitely notices that, and probably goes to Nate with a, "Woah wait WTF is happening with Gabe?" and Nate manfully resists beating his head into something concrete and replies with "Nice of you to notice you broke his heart there, bud"

Tyson: HOW? I NEVER HAD SAID HEART!

Nate: (withering look)

But also, Tys and Armalis have grown an Actual Friendship™ and Tys probably tells him all about what’s happening with Gabe, and just all about Gabe in general, and how he is like actually probably legitimately in love with him.

And Armalis with all the cliche wisdom of a usual hockey bro: You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, you know.

Tyson: are you quoting Gretzky at me?

Armalis: Go get your man already!

And then Tys has to dig Gabe out of his new den of sadness and candy wrappers and tell him he loves him and wants to tease him forever and have his giant headed babies and stuff. And like, that’s love, because think of the birth canal. Gabe: TYSON-

BONUS:

Tyson: (Dreamy sigh) what do you think lithuanian dirty talk sounds like

Nate: BRUTES.

Tyson: What?! Don't tell me you haven't watched Russian porn Nate, because I'd call you a LIAR.

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Criminal Minds s02e03 The Perfect Storm review

Episode 03 – The Perfect Strom

Hey guys. So last episode was seriously problematic for me, because, to me, young children (if raised properly) are these magical little creatures that are made of flesh yet are so moldable like clay, and you should be as respectful to them as you are to yourself, and perhaps even more? So pedophiles really get under my skin.

This episode’s name is seriously disturbing to me, cuz – hello? Storm? – but then again, I like sitting in my bed, listening to the rain patter on the roof or windows, and watching my favorite show, sipping on tea that I bought at David’s Tea in San Francisco. I’m actually doing it right now, except that there is no rain, which is a shame. But then again, we’re in Israel, so it’s gonna take a while for the rain to come.

Anyway, back to the show. Let’s see what happens.

Jacksonville, Florida. Lady, why are you smoking? They’re bad for you, those cigarettes.

Wait what? Their daughter is doing a trip, and she sent a DVD? That sounds really ominous.

Oh boy.

Fuck.

Shit!

And they just said the dad has a heart condition. And he died? Fuck!

Five abductions and two DVDs? And still nothing? Only calling in the BAU now? I’m with Derek on this, super suspicious.

Dear lord, this is sickening.

Wait. They are actually doing this for entertainment? Fuck.

Mark Twain: “Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one who inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.” Wow. Holy shit, this man was a fucking genius! So true! We definitely cultivated some monsters!

Jesus fucking Christ, that is absolutely sick. The poor woman.

God, this is heart-wrenching. She’s lost her daughter, after her husband had died in front of her. Fuck. That poor lady.

Shit! That girl looks absolutely distorted! Oh my god.

Fuck. They took the necklace. Shit.

Ultimate degradation. Sickening.

What? There are more? Shit.

Can I say something? Matthew Gray Gubler wearing glasses is HOT.

Shit. They just abducted another girl. Fuck.

So they have to explain everything in the heat? My babies. Come to Israel and you’ll find out what it’s like.

God. So they showed various forms of dominating and submissive personalities coming together to form terrorizing duos, including how it manifested in children, and it’s so hard to watch. Fuck.

Then the mother of the girl who was abducted, Tiffany, went on air to try and find her daughter, the only problem is that this type of behavior is what fuels the abductors’ abusive behavior. Oh my god.

Oh poor Penelope, you innocent angel.

“Am I okay? Let me see. I’ve got images of a girl being tortured, burned, inside my brain over the strains of this once-carefree choice of music. I’ve isolated four sources from one track, and each one is more distorted than the next, so no, I am not okay, and it’s gonna take a while.” “Penelope, you know I appreciate you doing this.” Yeah you better, Derek, cuz that is one sick thing to ask baby girl to do.

“Thank you, sugar. For right now, even that doesn’t feel good. Moving on.” Oh honey, I love you, and I am so sympathetic, because doing this (writing this review) is one of the harder things I’ve had to do in a while.

Fuck. They just get cars, burn the parts and move one over state lines? Shit. They are good. And that’s not a good thing to say about two sickos who rape, torture and murder.

Didn’t they just say they didn’t want this in the press? What the fuck is going on?

Is this the jackhole? Please tell me it isn’t.

His daddy is in a wheelchair and he’s torturing women? Oh dear lord.

Whoa! Joey! Come on!

Oh my god. They just had to kill him in front of his daddy. Oh my god. The poor thing. I’m talking about the father, of course. Oh my lord and tailor.

So Joe was the submissive part of the equation. God. They still have to find the sick dominatrixd.

“This better be hella good.” And wham! That’s actually Jason Gideon on the line and you need to get your shit together or you’re fired, oh my god I love you Penelope you are exactly what the doctor ordered in this sick episode.

Tony Canardo. You are going down.

You know, I could get used to Gideon praising Garcia. She’s good. And it’s about fucking time he started appreciating her. I love this show. And I love the character development they are giving me in this season. And we’re only three episodes in. Bravo!

Wow. This guy is seriously a bastard. He just heard the guy he fired was shot to death, and he’s like, fine, whatever, he wasn’t good at his job and I got another one to take his place. Seriously? So what if he’s an ex-con? You’re an ex-con, you fucking turd. He also looks dreadful. I know, I know, never judge a book by its cover, but the prologue isn’t that enticing, either.

T-Bone? Really? So any guy in America who runs with crowds that give nicknames, whose name starts with the letter T is automatically T-Bone? Oh god.

Wait. This Tony was married? To Meg from Supernatural? Oh shit. Okay, can I just say? If she’s involved, this is gonna be good. I wanna see where this is going. I know she’s an actress, but come on.

So she’s blaming Joey for being a bad influence? I thought it was the other way around? That’s so weird.

“The boy needs a refresher course in anger management.” Oooh, Garcia, you are seriously on point!

Mr. Stinky! I love you, Penelope!

“And you know if there is one loose thread, I will find it, I will pull it, and his story will completely unravel. A tout a l’heure.” I love this woman so much. She is amazing.

Whoa! What the fuck happened to her? She went to see Tony? What the fuck? Didn’t they just instruct her not to? She is stupid as fuck.

Fuck! He gave her a ring that belonged to a dead chick? To one of the girls they tortured? Fuck!

Oh! Sneaky Derek! Yummy as fuck! I love you, Shemar. I do.

Oh hell no! He did not just strike my baby boy from behind! Oh hell no! You are going down you fucking white turd, you are going to be punished!

Get him! Yeah!

Only time I’m pro violence. When Morgan is kicking ass in defense.

Shit! They taped her boobs to her chest? Damn! Unless she’s seriously flat-chested, that’s gonna hurt as hell. Shit.

Wait what? He’s gonna try and goad him into confessing by praising him? Damn.

Wait. What? He’s gonna use the wife as bait? Damn.

Wait. She was defensive of him in the beginning, then all of a sudden he’s a monster? Oh my god. That is seriously not good.

How is she all of a sudden calm when she’s demanding things of him? What the fuck is going on here? And all of a sudden he’s talking? Something isn’t right here.

So she wasn’t there? Tony lied? What’s going on here?

Nope. She’s not scared, baby. If she was afraid, she wouldn’t even look at him.

Oh my god. It’s her. She’s the dominant. She’s ordering him. Fuck.

And they just let her go? What? Oh she went out for a smoke? Alone? Just find an agent who smokes and get him to go with her. That’s bullshit.

Especially after Garcia managed to isolate that Amber is the one who told them how to execute the torturing.

No time for pleasantries, Garcia? Damn!

Oh shit, Amber claimed she was raped. Her mother came in to the hospital and said she was lying. Oh my god. That poor girl. And she turned psycho.

I called it.

Her brother and father raped her? Shit.

Damn. That was a fucking alligator! Shit! I hate those damn reptile dinosaurs. Shit.

Fuck! She’s actually torturing her now!

Shit!

Get her!

Get her!

Yeah? They totally got her.

Of course Derek won’t ever hurt that girl. He’s the best angel ever.

Yes! They saved her!

I love you, Penelope. I fucking love you. That’s right. Get it all out. Erase every fucking tape of torture. I love you. You’re the best.

Khalil Gibran: “Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars.” True, but why should they be scarred in the first place? Why the fuck should people be cruel to begin with?

 So this episode was brutally hard. I can’t believe I was right in my assessment that that lady who played Meg on Supernatural was going to turn out to be the dominant one, I honestly was bluffing.

I really hate these cases, and I know it’s gonna escalate in the cases’ severity, but come on! Give me a little humor now and again, please? Pretty please?

Let’s hope the next one is lighter, cuz this one just fucking depressed me. Even Penelope would need to watch Disney after this one!

[branblessed-blog]

     YOUR CHARACTER IN FIVE QUOTES

( repost, do not reblog. )

tell us your favorite quotes from your character. give us an idea of who they are & five more than five because everything dave says is a masterpiece things they’ve said.

TG: whoops ok in the future ill try not to pitch any sort of dramatics while brooding over the cadavers of slaughtered loved ones

TG: im sorry you are so flustered by the mere mention of glittering mythical cryptodick it honestly makes me think youre not ready for the truth

TG: im not a hero TG: my bro was TG: john is TG: im not

TG: if i see one more soft bulbous bottom being like TG: kind of jutting out and impudent or whatever TG: im gonna fly off the handle TG: im gonna do some sort of acrobatic fucking PIROUETTE off the handle and win like a medal or some shit

TG: ive got a lot of shit on my plate TG: i am sort of a big deal ok

DAVE: our purposes DAVE: what the fuck are our purposes

DAVE: all cause i thought it would be cool to be marty mcfuckin fly DAVE: but instead of shredding johnny b goode on guitar to get my parents to bang DAVE: my crowning performance was doing a funny dance while getting pumped full of lead

TG: but they are all me TG: i mean they will all become me and ill become them one way or another TG: thats how stable time loops work shit takes a lot of planning and precise choreography

DAVE: i be representing some god damn STANDARDS about your media do you feel me DAVE: im depressing myself here DAVE: all im saying is it would be cool to have some fresh shit to work with DAVE: like just to know DAVE: to know what the world would be like in the year it would be for us now

TG: god damn it im not leaving TG: farewell is not even a thing i would ever say jesus what am i a victorian poet TG: can you show me a little respect and assume any time i say something stupid it just means im temporarily being inexplicably retarded TG: thats what a real friend would do

DAVE: look i got treats! DAVE: i have snausages DAVE: ok i dont have snausages DAVE: i can get snausages!

TG: fuck who cares TG: like i even give a shit about being a hero whatever that even means TG: im not seeing the problem here future me is awesome he can bail me out if he wants

DAVE: BAD!!! DAVE: you dont think im serious? DAVE: im serious as a drive to the fuckin vet DAVE: im not joking you dumb mutts i mean business here DAVE: see ive got a sword too! DAVE: its sharp DAVE: and its awesome DAVE: and… DAVE: its fucking welsh!!!!!

DAVE: (sounds good to me) DAVE: (mayor what do you think) DAVE: (you hear that rose) DAVE: (the mayor thinks its an awesome idea) DAVE: (me too buddy me too)

TG: so im thinking obviously i have to break the sword TG: because thats all i fucking do is break swords

TG: i know TG: it was so much more relaxing and enjoyable TG: it was about me dying repeatedly

DAVE: fine well you can be on bro duty then DAVE: ill be the ambassador to your mom DAVE: and no that wasnt actually meant as the sick burn it sounded like

DAVE: eurgh DAVE: the ironic selfies DAVE: oh god DAVE: now this DAVE: this is some irredeemably mortifying shit here DAVE: what was i thinking DAVE: i dont know man DAVE: i just dont knw DAVE: this is what we seasoned veterans call “bad irony” DAVE: look at this guy DAVE: what a fucking novice

DAVE: reluctant hero shit is when the guys like aw shucks i dunno if i wanna but deep down we all know he really does DAVE: but i really dont DAVE: why should i DAVE: i dont give a damn about lord english or his nebulous atrocities out in nowherespace

DAVE: its been real man DAVE: you were always there for me DAVE: you shared my darkest hours DAVE: my deepest secrets DAVE: and ill never fucking forget it DAVE: goodbye mayor

DAVE: why are we so fucking awesome

[sadlittlenerdking]

No Mercy For the Living

The magicians, Quentin x Eliot

word count: 4,228

Summary: Post season 2 finale. Angst. Warning for major character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

They're working on a solution to bring back magic when it happens. Not Julia's sparks, or any of the other stuff she can do that nobody else can. They're - Quentin, Julia, Josh, and Kady - in the library working on one of Dean Foggs essay assignments.

Quentins reaching up, arm stretched out, standing on the tips of his toes, when all the air comes rushing out of him in an angry gasp. He falls to the ground, knocking books off the shelf on the way, most of which come tumbling down on his head and shoulders. He's reaching up, grabbing at his chest and throat, gasping for air. The taste of iron floods his mouth as he bites down on his tongue and his knees crash down on the ground with an aching crack.

Someone rushes up behind him, kneels next to him and rubs his back, says something he can't hear.

He's not even sure what it is; but it's like something's ripping and tearing at his lungs, and it radiates through to his heart like an electric shock. Or like something's stabbing him and digging around for something that they can't quite find.

He falls forward, trying to grab fistfuls of the ground beneath him, gasping and trying fitfully to get air, or for the pain to stop, he's not sure which he's fighting for more. Something presses into his back, drags up to his head, and a scream comes hurtling out of his throat laced with agony.

And then it's over, and he's slumping down on the floor, forehead pressed up against the cold hardwood. There's a hand in his hair, a soft warmth at his side. Breaths come hoarse and ragged, itching through his dry throat. He coughs, a horrible hacking sound. His palms are flat against the hardwood, but his fingers bend, nails scraping against it softly.

The hand in his hair drifts down to his neck, stays there as sound slowly comes drifting back. "- the dean! Hurry!" The person leans down, and the long locks of brown hair that drift at the edges of Quentins vision tell him it's Julia. She pressured her cheek to the side of his head, "Its okay. We're getting help. You're okay, Q."

He coughs again, turns his body so he can sit up against the shelf, and she grabs onto his upper arm to help him.

Kady's staring at him. "Jesus," she says, and suddenly she's crouching down in front of him. "That book got you good." She reaches up, dabs lightly at a spot on his forehead, and her hand comes back coated in blood. She stands up, wiping her hands on his jeans, "I'm gonna go find a first aid kit. You got this?"

Julia nods, squeezing Quentins shoulder. "Yeah. Go ahead."

He closes his eyes, rests his head up against the shelf. A full ache radiates through his chest in soft dancing echoes. He's not sure what it is, but there's something very, very wrong. Maybe with him, maybe with the world. Or maybe this is just another unforeseen consequence of killing a god. Who knows anymore?

"Q," Julia shakes his shoulder and he opens his eyes again. He furrows his brow, sitting up, because he's not in the library anymore, and the light shining through the window in the cottage is moonlight rather than the soft sunshine he'd seen when he closed his eyes. Julia looks at him, concerned. "Here," she murmurs, leaning forward to help him sit up on the couch. She reaches past him and grabs a glass of water, "Drink this."

He shakes his head, pushing it away.

Something inside him feels wrong. He can't explain it other than as emptiness. Like something's been ripped out of him, but he has no idea what it is. It's different than the depression. A dull, drumming ache in the center of his chest that feels wrong in every way. Like a heart attack but smaller and unending.

"Q," she says, soft, pulling her knees onto the couch with her as she sits to face him. "You have to drink something. Whatever that was . . . We don't have magic to heal you."

"Something's wrong," he whispers, voice hoarse and cracking. "Something's really wrong."

"What is it?"

He shakes his head slow and unsure. His vision goes blurry as tears well up, "I don't - something's wrong, Jules. I - oh my god. I can't -," he stops, taking quick, deep breaths and bringing a hand up to his chest, scared that whatever it was that happened earlier is happening again.

She wraps her arms around him, brings him in so his head is on her chest, and pets her hand over his hair. "Q, calm down. You're going to have a panic attack. Breathe."

It doesn't take long for his breathing to level out, as she rocks him back and forth on the couch. Tears stream down his cheeks in slow, lazy rivers, despite the confusion of not knowing. They sit there until the sun peaks over the horizon, casting pink and orange rays into the sky - the closest any of them get to magic most days - and through the cottage windows. She pulls away, wipes his tears with her thumbs and holds his cheeks in her hands.

"Are you okay?"

He swallows, wincing because his throat is still raw and shrugs. "I - I don't know." He reaches up, wraps his fingers around her wrists. "I think something happened. Something terrible, Jules."

She nods, wipes at the tears that start falling again with her thumbs, "We'll figure it out. Whatever did this to you is magical . . . So there's magic out there somewhere. We just have to find it."

"What if we find it too late?"

"It's only too late if we're dead, Q."

He doesn't tell her that he thinks, maybe, somebody else might be dead already. Because that's his weight to bear, and now isn't the time to add the stress, or this pain, on anyone else's shoulders.

*

It's another two months before they make any progress, and find a way to break through the universes. To get back to Fillory, to their friends. The landing isn't perfect, they're too far from the castle, too lost in the scorched woods.

When they break through the barrier with Julia's magic, land on the dirt, Quentin collapses with a gasp. That hole in his chest, that's grown larger and larger with each passing day, swallows him up. He lies on the ground, Kady, Julia and Penny - who appeared when they broke through the first magical barrier, surprisingly alive and healthy - stand above him. It's common at this point, for it to send him spiraling. But he episodes pass, and are never as bad as the first or second ones, and then he's okay enough to move on.

The first episode Penny sees nearly gives him a heart attack when Quentin collapses with a scream, into his lap and starts shaking uncontrollably, gasping for air and sobbing in the same second. He's seen six since, knows what to do now, like Julia. So when Quentin stops shaking, he reaches down, pulls him up by the shoulder, gentler than he would have in the past, and offers him support until he can walk on his own.

But something's wrong, which means they're in the right place. Dean Fogg predicted that the closer they get to whatever's doing this to him, the stronger the effects would grow until Quentin comes face to face with the magic inside him. So nobodies surprised when he falls to his knees an hour later, even with Penny's arm holding most of his weight, and screams like his soul is being ripped from his body. The sound is broken, and angry, filled with the anguish that inhabits the hole in Quentins heart. It lasts nearly a minute, until Penny kneels down next to him, pulls him into his chest, and holds him as he sobs open mouthed into his scarf. When his sobs soften to whimpers, and his body stops shaking so violently, Penny loosens his grip, looks down at him and asks, "You good?"

Quentin swallows, nods. But he doesn't say anything. His tongue is heavy lead, immovable, and his throat is red hot lava, raw and blistered. He hasn't actually been able to speak in days. The episodes have stolen his voice, and if he's at all honest with himself, maybe even his will to go on. He spends most days wondering if he's cursed, if the gods are repaying him for murdering Ember, but then others, he's too distracted to think at all. Because something in the world is missing, and it's not magic. He's lost something, something important, and it's eating him whole.

Halfway to the castle, they run into a local who warns them to stay away, that the queen is merciless. But the my trek on, I afraid of what Margo might do to them. Though, it's clear that her power has driven her crazy without actual magical power.

Nobody takes the time to wonder why Eliot hasn't kept her in check.

It takes them nearly a week to get across Fillory to the castle. When they do, they're covered in mud, Quentin can barely stand, and they're all desperately hungry and thirsty. But they approach the castle doors, weak and ready for a decent nights sleep, when three fairy guards appear, and poof them into the throne room. They land fast and hard on the floor, Quentin falling before Penny and Julia can catch him. They panic for a moment, check to make sure they're all okay, and then look up to the throne.

A woman with white hair stares them down. "Now how did you get here?" She asks, seemingly as perplexed as they feel. Her eyes flick down to Quentin, even as Penny tries to help him up, "I see the spell does not travel as well as we had assumed. I supposed I should apologize." A small half smirk appears on her lips, "You did free us Quentin Coldwater, I did not intend to harm you."

Penny's gaze snaps up to her, buts it's Julia who speaks. "You did this?" She demands, taking a forceful step forward. "Fix him!"

"He must accept the truth before it will pass," the fairy queen murmurs, "Most often it is a clear truth. The spell is intended as a small mercy for the family of soldiers."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Kady asks, as Penny pulls Quentin to his feet, staggering under the weight of him.

The queen sighs, "You've come for your friends."

Quentins legs buckle, but Penny holds him up, groaning as he slips his grip a bit. Quentin clears his theist, wincing as a stinging pain runs through his esophagus. He moves his tongue around, attempts to make a sound at the queen. She watches him, curious, tilting her head.

Penny sighs, turning his attention in the queen even as he tries to hold Quentin up. "He's trying to say we've come for our family. Not friends."

Her eyebrows lift and she slowly stands from the throne. "Family? The former king and queen you abandoned are your family?"

Quentin nods.

"They're important," Kady agrees, even if a bit reluctantly, "Where are they?"

"The one eyed former queen of Fillory is locked away, safe and sound," the queen says, "She's gone a bit mad, I'm afraid."

Penny turns to Quentin, "Can you shut up for five seconds? I can't fucking hear anything if you think a thousand questions at a tim - okay. Okay." Quentin glares at him through half lidded eyes as he turns his attention back on the queen. "What did you do to him? This spell. Fix him."

"Only he can fix himself, traveler." She moves towards them, steps gracefully, almost as if she's floating just above the stone. She watches Quentin carefully, tilting her head. "You would like to know the spell?" She asks, "It may hurt more to know than the sorry state you now find yourself in."

"Honestly lady," Julia says, exasperated, "What the fuck can hurt more than what he's gone through? He can't speak. He can barely fucking breathe. He's weak, and he cries so often none of us know how to sleep because we need to be there for him. It doesn't get worse than what he's going through."

The queen nods, raising her eyebrows, "I see." She turns her attention on Penny, "Set him on the floor, traveler." Penny looks at Julia and Kady, they both nod, so he slowly leans down to set Quentin on the floor, kneels next to him to hold him up so he doesn't fall to the side. "Very well. You wish to know the spell." She moves forward, stops just a few feet in front of them, and looks down at Quentin, almost like she pities him. "Your king had many requests. But, there was only one that we could grant."

She takes a step closer, leans down in front of him. "The spell did not go as it should have, I suspect your worlds lack of magic as a fault, but I will accept responsibility for what I've done to you. I apologize for what you're too experience."

"Just tell him the damn spell!" Penny exclaims.

She sends a glare in his direction, "You speak to me with respect or you face a fate worse than death."

"Worse than his?" Julia questions.

The queen makes a face, turning her attention back on Quentin. "The spell is to quell the curiosity of a soldiers family. Should a soldier meet his fate on the battlefield, their significant love, those with which heart and soul is shared, will experience the loss. It is a grieving spell," she says, "So those who love don't live on hoping the dead that they love return."

They stare at her for a long moment, before Kady steps forward, demands, "What the fuck does that mean?"

The queen doesn't respond; she keeps her eyes locked on Quentin.

"It means," Julia says, soft, "She killed Eliot."

The queen smiles up at her, then, nodding. "I did. The high king must die before Fillory will accept a new ruler. Even without her god."

They stare back at her silently. None of them dare move. The only sound in the room is that if Quentins raspy breathing, in, out, in, out. One by one, each of them turn their eyes down on him. They know what this knowledge is doing to him, they're just waiting for him to react.

The queen stares at him, watching, waiting. "Quentin Coldwater," she says after a few minutes of drawn out silence. "Eliot Waugh, high king of Fillory was executed three earth months after you, and your friends, abandoned him here."

"Wait a fucking minute -,"

"Silence, traveler. He needs to know everything otherwise he will not be able to pull himself from this." She snaps her gaze up to him, "Or would you prefer your friend live on in agony for the rest of his, shall I say - short, life?" An eyebrow perks, and she looks back down at Quentin. "As royalty he had a choice in the method in which he was executed. He did not choose."

Julia takes a hesitant step forward. "H-How -,"

“How did the former high king die?” The queen responds, without bothering to turn her curious gaze off of Quentin. “He drowned. We burned the remains, and placed them in the tomb with all former high kings.” She glances up for a moment, “His death with noble, and he did not give up his kingdom without a fight. He was an honorable king.”

Penny takes a step forward, letting go of Quentin, with a ferocious glare on his face, and the queen eyes him warily, but before either of them can say anything, Quentin makes a small sound, easing itself out of him. A low, heart wrenching whine, as he slowly forces himself to his knees.

And then he says the first thing he’s said in weeks: “You . . .” he gasps, his tongue heavy and thick, and throat fighting every motion other than breathing, “B - Bitch!” The word comes out as a forced, almost scream, as he works his way to crawl towards her, painfully slow as his heart racks against his ribs in fast, angry pumps.

“Q,” Julia says, “Stop -,”

The queen holds up her hand, watches Quentin with mild amusement. “Your king is dead, Quentin Coldwater. Say this truth, and you will be free.”

“Y - you’re -,” He hacks a cough, crawling closer to her, tears streaming down his face.

The darkness that swallowed his heart is working it’s way through his body. The hole, so black and angry, is stealing every part of him that his mind can reach. Steals the smiles, and the laughter. The nights of drinking, the jokes. The talks in the middle of the night at the cottage. The hugs and lingering touches. Stares across campus, things said to the whole room that are directed at one person, and one person only. Late night kisses in the middle of a war, featherlight touches, and desperate pulls for more.

It aches in ways Quentin never imagined possible.

The tears slide down his cheeks in a frenzied rush, desperate to make room for more, as half grunted sobs that he can’t control work their way out of his throat. Every part of his world is caving in on him, crushing him, but if he just gets to her, gets her to admit she’s lying, because Eliot’s here - in this castle, he has to be - then it’ll be okay. He crawls across the floor, pulling himself by his elbows as she takes slow, deliberate steps backwards, taunting him. He screams, the sound echoing through the throne room, an ugly sound filled with every unsaid thing, and every wasted moment.

It feels like his heart is being ripped into a million shreds inside his chest.

Penny, Kady and Julia watch on, unsure of what to do.

“Y - you’re l - l,” His hands shakes where they attempt to grip onto the stone floor, tips of his fingers starting to bleed where they’ve clawed against its rough edges. “L - lying,” he sobs.

Penny looks at Julia, suddenly much more worried.

The queen stares down at him, curiously. “The spell has had adverse results,” She says, “Much worse than I could have predicted.”

“Why the fuck would you do this to him?” Kady exclaims, waving a hand at him, “Look at him! How could this spell ever be anything less than disgusting and cruel?”

“It is meant to initiate immediate grieving. Once you accept that you have lost the one you love, the spell fades and you move on.” Her eyes flicker over to Kady, “It has been used to soothe the pain of war for longer than you can imagine. We did not anticipate -,”

“But why cast the spell?” Julia asks, “Why cast the spell at all?”

“Your former high king requested his friends not live on hoping that they may reunite with him. It is a noble request, and we chose to honor his death. He fought valiantly, and deserved a soldiers death. The only two affected by the spell, it would seem, are Quentin Coldwater, and the former high queen.”

Julia nods. “Which begs the question - why didn’t you kill Margo?”

The queen takes one of the steps up, stares down at the bloody, sobbing mess of Quentin. “She proved useful,” She murmurs. “Until she went mad.”

Finally, Quentin stops pulling himself forward. Goes limp on the floor, blood seeping into the crevices of the stone, and into the material of his clothes. His messenger bag lay forgotten, as Penny’s feet, and he stares up at the queen, broken and empty. The tears flow freely, and his mouth hangs up, throat working as he tries to form words.

“Q?”

“Silence,” The queen says, tilting her head down at him.

He stares at her with unseeing eyes. The light shining through the back of the castle turn her into a silhouette, reminiscent of all the times he’d walked into this room, and smiled up at Eliot’s ethereal shape. Commented on how he almost seems like a fallen angel, standing at the balcony, all darkness surrounded by the light. How Eliot had laughed and said he wasn’t too far off. Their hug goodbye, just up the stairs next to the thrones, just hours after he’d killed Ember. Before they knew there were consequences for killing gods.

And the vision morphs, dancing until there’s a figure in the distance, laid back on the stones outside the front of Brakebills, basking in the soft sun, as he smoke a cigarette. The quiet, contemplate stare as he looked Quentin over, before deciding he was worth his time. Soft curls dance in the sunlight, tousled by the wind. He can almost hear Eliot’s quiet sigh of indignation, the mutter curse, wondering if he can spell the window to leave his hair alone. Chiming laughter, as Margo joins him, stands by his side, looks up at him with that smile just for Eliot, and makes a quip.

Beneath the screaming pain, he feels his heart flutter with the memories of laughter. He is a leaf on the wind, waiting to fall, and find itself crushed by nature and all that life is.

And then, the stunning revelation that stops his heart, and stills his lungs. He’s the reason Eliot’s gone. He chokes on the very thought, as every good memory is sucked away into the light, disappearing into the queens dark silhouette. He coughs, desperate for air, but no sound comes out. Bloodied hands come up, grab at his throat, claw at the skin of his neck, desperate for air. The edges of his vision go red, and he thinks, for a moment, this is it . . .

Eliot’s kneeling in front of him, nothing more than a mirage, blurry and muffled, but his hand ghosts along Quentin’s cheek, and he offers that small smile that he saved just for Quentin. “Breathe, you utter idiot,” He whispers, though he sounds as if he’s under water, far away, and in just the next room, all at once. He gasps in, long and withholding, the sound angry and desperate as he sucks in air. The mirage of Eliot stays for just a moment, before he blows away with the wind, and Quentin’s heart slows. It isn’t the first time he’s seen him in the past few months, but he has a feeling it’ll be the last.

He forces himself to breathe: in, 1, 2, 3, out. Repeat. Slow, and stuttering until his vision clears of everything but the tears.

He rolls onto his back, stares up at the decaying flowers up on the ceiling, the vine work that Eliot had pointed out to him a dozen times, wondering if it were alive, wondering if it could, see everything that happens in the castle. Quentin’s breath come heavy and tumbling through him, he’s shivering, shaking as he pulls his arms around to cross them over his stomach, which aches with more than hunger.

He can hear the others speaking to the queen, but his blood rushes through his ears, heart pumping hard, as he works his way through the fog. He breathes in deep, tries desperately to get a hold of himself. The tears continue to seep, sinking into his hair, and as they slip into the strands, it almost feels like hand, gently raking it’s fingers through to comfort him. Like Eliot did.

Eliot.

He curls up on his side. The excruciating darkness is slinking away, hanging on to the shadows, waiting to strike again, but he thinks the thought he can’t bear to think, thinks it as loud as he can, and then, in between soft sobs, between the tears and the shuddering of his body, he says it out loud:

“Eliot’s dead.”

The words are but a whisper on the wind, but they linger in the air around him, force themselves into his heart and soul, works through every inch of blood stream. They sing a chorus with the wind dancing around the room. And then there are three people crowding in around him, kneeling next to him. One of them pulls him into his lap, pets his hair, holds him as his body shakes. A paid of hands holds onto his left arm, squeezing comfortably, while a second paid grabs his right hand, allows him to squeeze as tight as he can.

Above him, just beyond Penny’s face, he sees the silhouette of the queen stare down at him, watching, waiting - for what, he doesn’t know.

The words crawl up his skin, sink into him. And he says it again, the words broken, and he’s not even sure if anyone can understand him. Eliot’s dead. Eliot’s dead.

Eliot’s dead.

And he closes his eyes, tries to imagine a world where it isn’t true. But the darkness has faded, and with it, it’s taken the smiling mirage.

Eliot’s dead.

[librarybunny13]

I have a mental illness. I’ve notied through my time here on Earth that there are a lot of people with mental illnesses.

Per my psychologist I have Dysthymic Disorder. Bsaically, low, dark moods have been my norm for more than two years. In other words I’ve been almost depressed since I was 10 years old. I’ll be 42 in February of this year.

To add to my dark thoughts, major depression comes and swallows me from time to time. With it comes thoughts os suicide.

I also have seasonal depression which means I get sad during the winter. Yeah.

On top of this, the anniversity of my sister’s dead in November always brings me very close to suicide. November in short is the most horrible month ever to me.

 On top of this I might be bipolar. Why do I say might? You can NOT be diganosed as bipolar until you have a manic epiosde, Before I developed seizures they thought that I might be showing signs of being manic at points. Then they put me on a medicine to stop my seizures. That seizures is used to also stop manic episodes.

I’ve always thought I might be bipolar. I’m old as fuck, but the second they take away my pills even a little bit I start going insane.

Take this past week, PLEASE. I am suppose to be on Effector. The pill to make me “happy” or rather normal. I told Publix, I need my meds, they said sure. This was Monday. I was told to come back the next day. I said fine. 

I wake up on Tuesday and go.....it’s not ready. I leave work at 9 PM, too late for the pharmacy. I notice that I’m starting to be “short” with people. 

I go first thing on Wednesday. They tell me to come back at 4PM. So I go back in at 4 PM. They tell me the meds are not there but definetly be there tomorrow. Apparently they ran out and had to special order it. Fine. I worked late again so I go home at 9 PM.  At this point I will note I told Brendan that my hands were shaking. I could not control the mouse on the computer for a good hour they were shaking so hard. I got scared at this point.

I wait all day at work. I even told the branch manager I might need to leave to pick up some meds. I am extremely short with people. This includes some Elbridge Gale kids trying to see what’s in the lost and founds so they can claim whatever is in it. I’m snapping at people right and left. I told the branch manager I didn’t feel well and she told me to “soldier through it”. At 7PM, when I’m scheduled to leave I call my pharmacy. Guess what? Shipment is delayed until Saturday. I tell them I’ve been without my meds since Monday. They call a few pharmacies and find one that can spare a few pills.

What was I getting at? Oh you are currently in the ramblings of a mad woman my friends. I realized why I do adore Feitan so much. I totally understand why he enjoys killing people. I can understand why he cackles when he sees someone in pain. I may have taken my meds a few hours ago, but the dosage is still getting into my bood and builging itself up.

A part of me knows if I really did kill someone that I would regret it later. I do understand temperarily insanity It makes me wonder how it will feel to be normal.

And I’m not even making sense now. God the rambles are horrible. I just typed out 10 pages of fanfiction in 6 minutes I swear. But they’re all from different parts and don’t make sense and jesus what am I even doing. i’m so tired but i haven’t gotten any sleep in two days. when i close my eyes i dream of the dragonborn being my cat and how he’s fighting Trump. and everytime i move the room twists but i know its just me or is it my ears. aren’t ears funny little things how they stick to your head and gather noise and hair dirt and wax?

this is why i push everyone away. what if i go off my meds some day and like kill a bunch of people? that would be bad.

though I’m 99.999999999999999% sure i’m black listed at work. I told Leia to send me home that day. plus i was tired of the whole different way she treated us. i had to be careful. i almost cut off Kristina’s head today. I wanted to tell her to at least pick out the holiday books from boardbooks cause i haveta draw the line somewhere so I refuse to do boardbooks and English nonfiction.

what the fuck. thinking about telling susan to take the BRs. I’m tired of the Beginning reader’s shit.tired. gonna pop some posts on this one to bury it forever and then will get some sleep.

[shaydraplays]

okay, here are the liveblogs of the entirety of she-ra season 1

because i don’t know how to consume media responsibly

see individual episodes under the cut: 

ep1 - catra fucking purred with excitement, i had to go back to confirm, the furries are back at it again - and she sleeps at the foot of adora's bed... incredible - does she just sleep with her helmet on? wait i guess all these soldiers don't have sleep clothes, but still? - the adora-glimmer-beau fight scene was hilarious. beau and glimmer just straight up screaming at adora with enough force to shake? excellent. - the way glimmer runs with the sword away from danger is SO good - glimmer just DOESN'T stop screaming and honestly, mood - lmao

ep2 - jesus CHRIST the opening is physically killing me - the amount of times beau's voice breaks - the way they animated people moving is just top notch in general - the voices also... very good - hell yeah floppy eared deer people - neigh - incatrible - damn just keep tasing her i guess... rude - catra fucking bodice ripping the netting hell yeah - the transformation makes her and the sword slightly taller like, why??? - :C catra - "wait, whose horse was this" well it's yours now

ep3 - beau's voice continues to be excellent - the amount of screaming beau and glimmer do on average is also excellent - how are you not enraptured by horsie rolling in the grass next to you? - omg pegacorn floppin around - beau and glimmer are masters of the "oh shit" run. trot? - granny is cute - catra has such disaster lesbean vibes - i dont have my glasses you'll have to speak up - how does horsie's wings keep changing color - also i've completely accepted the ridiculosity of all these names but still... - the arc werewolf man makes when kicked - thank u for validating me swiftwind - wait where do you put the sword when not in use

ep4 - how's they get adora's horde jacket out of the bushes near that village? also she lost her force captain pin rip - so do they just never change clothes? i had high hopes from adora putting on stuff to cover the horde symbol but i guess not - aw sleebover - okay they have no sleep clothes here either - general is hot - did catra draw princess on a horse or - zarkon is a twink now. twunk? - is that jasper's voice for that side character - the beast of beast island - those are not tree destruction foley sounds - yeah stop the machines poisoning ur land! environmentalism! - this is a small kingdom. these kingdoms are all really small? - you've been friends for like 2 days - where did they get horde outfits - beau's lil exclamations are.... Good - YAY SLEEBOVER

ep5 - something tells me adora doesn't like boats - i HAVE to mute the theme song. just, wow - go fish........ - who voices scorpia because Nice - nice violin - mermista is relatable - "They're coming right for the Gate!" mermista's big groan is a mood - is catra's MO from now on just gonna be to leap up to wherever Adora is doing hero things and monologue at her - i wanna be on 8-foot-tall woman's side as well - lmao christen the ship right there

ep6 - lmao glimmer's face when she-ra boutta bust it open - only tiny food........ - drunk adora is cute - did they just leave the sword - fizzy lifting drinks - okay so the sword is just animated when its convenient, otherwise i guess adora vores it or something

ep7 - that last episode was trite so now im gonna draw while watching - i love when they reference adora's depressing upbringing. "no i don't know what an aunt is but i was hoping someone would eventually explain". also beau is a bro - so lightspinner is shadowsneaker or whatever, right - naptime - i hope they explain who greyskull is etc sometime - do you not know what a pillow is why are you lying backwards - adora trust ur friends more pls it's been at least a week by now - thats new - catra no

ep8 - soooo prom means they'll change their clothes right - damn scorpia's a princess, what does it mean that they gave up their gemstone thing? no magic? - a true soldier by upbringing, adora - hell YEAH catra in a tux - neau just gotta wear a croptop - how are they gonna let catra in her whole bodys a weapon - hell yeah these ppl snazzy as fuck - so what the fuck is swiftwind doing these days anyway - adora is me. hormf snacks - man scorpia why cant u just let ppl chill - hell yeah sexual tension dance time - how do they know how to dance - catra is smooth - "you don't understand" ouch that is like the worst thing to say to smol frost princess - catra no - "I don't want you to" man she is such a... kovu's mom in lion king 2 or 3

ep9 - beau maDE THEM FIGURINES IM CRY - rip mermista - captain dude is so dumb - scorpia is going to kill u - this rebellion is clearly not combat ready - the black garnet is the one that scorpia's family gave the horde right? - really digging the low res pixels of the cell door being kicked for some reason - kyle pls - beau's expressions are SO good - well this sucks - if adora actually got her memories wiped and rejoined the herd and catra had to pretend that everything was normal man that'd be a good fanfic - glimmer thats very anime of u - catra, a lil bitch as always - damn, nice lighting - THIS IS NOT BECAUSE I LIKE YOU B-BAKA - catra no - damn, she really just got incinerated right in front of the team, huh - had to let the sad end credits music play this time, alexa play despacito

ep10 - "yeah that sure smells like concrete" thanks scorpia - adora is SO excited that she can use magic - i had to look it up but yeah i can definitely hear the amethyst in catra's voice now - yeah entrapta didn't seem like she gave much of a shit in the first place - hell YEAH she just jumps out the window - it's pretty incredible that they haven't miscolored catra's eyes yet, at least that i saw - thank u for coming back to the original disagreement and hashing it out, hell yeah emotional intelligence - just tell ur mom, blease - when queen mom is holding glimmer as she glitches... wow that's very adult fear of you - why do they not animate the sword and backbacks whenever it pleases them? i can excuse magical sword bullshit but c'mon catra needs to eat - hell yeah trippy psychological horror episode PLEASE - catra no

ep11 - hell yeah time for the "save my archnemesis frenemy from being killed by nonsentient technology ostensibly on my side, only to receive zero gratitude and probable betrayal from said frenemy" episode - their interactions are SO good - keeping things close to your chest and not saying anything about entrapta, nice - blease i just want them to be frens again - BAPY CATRA YES - FLOFF - BLEASE - FRENS - tween catra is EXTRA FLOFF - really telling that all their good memories are of getting chased by superiors and fighting each other. fucking horde - teen lizard's hair is good - catra's pretty good at saving herself. can she do it in the way that matters, though? - part cat, part monkey - well then, this memory probably doesn't end happily - oh, maybe this'll give adora hints on how to heal glimmer - fucking shadow... slipper. fuck u - jesus christ well this is just the writing on the wall for why catra can hate adora so easily. fuck u shadow sneak - bapy.... she hiss - w o w

ep12 - creepy. yes. i have been called this before. i n c r e d i b l e - hell yeah aliens - oh my god it speaks - man, what is EVEN scorpia's deal besides comic relief... horde is real bad at cultivating friendship - hack the p l a n e t - god damn, speaker baby imp is creepy. also how did catra not hear/smell that, maybe all horde shit smells similar - so entrapta doesn't have her corresponding gemstone? also oooooh, that's what the moonstone is. - adora, you made a self-cognizant horse, look at it now, it's got self-assurance and helpful words that also perpetuate the message that all domestic or captive animals are suffering, but in a joking manner

ep13 - ok, last ep of season 1, oh boy. can't wait to read all the post s1 fanfic - how did they... switch seating order... c'momn dreamworks - so why is entrapta a princess if she doesn't have a gemstone - WHY is beau still baring his midriff? in armor??? - wait so you can stand on water now? - stop monologueing holy shit - i guess there just isn't water? - k, deus ex machina and big damn heroes, i guess - nice combo attacks - she ra said gay rights. happy wrath month everyone - catra.......... no