#its so empty... goofy

[jils-things]

don't you just love a frugal partner 🥺

[crows-of-buckets]

You know, generally I'm kinda like. Eh on the writing of the Inquisitor because a lot of times it can come off as bland and naive but like. GOD I wish there were more scenes like this one specifically. It gives a sense of gloating, cunning, and just a general 'Ive outsmarted you and there's nothing you can do about it' vibe that I just. Wish carried on through the game. Because this is one of the few times where I was like 'yeah this person is leading an organization. I can see why they were chosen, outside the mark on their hand' don't get me wrong I do like inquisiton but man I would have loved for them to lean into why they were made Inquisitor in the first place

[corpsentry]

there’s something so epic about hetero chinese period dramas and i think one part of it is that there is absolutely nowhere in the narrative i could exist.

lately i’ve been on a western media detox— i’ve cleaned english language music out of my playlists and have never been able to stomach western dramas anyway, so that part is easy— which might seem funny, because if i’m in singapore and i hate it and i won’t touch american music then what’s left? the answer is the false binarism of chinese period dramas, at least for me. the badly written ones are misogynistic and stupid and the better ones are less of those things, but regardless the world that emerges is clean-cut and easy to parse. there’s someone to root for and someone to hate. there’s a girl and a boy. there’s the comedy and the drama, the sheer thick drama, the music that signals to you precisely how to feel before the scene even starts going

try to jam a fifth culture transnational transgender they/them with 2 mental illness and 1 autoimmune disease into this world and it simply doesn’t work. and that’s kinda epic lolzers! it’s like watching high fantasy, or super hardcore sci-if. it both represents a simulacrum of the real world and is so far from the reality you know that you understand it as a hypothetical universe, one that disincludes you on principle. i exclude myself from the story and in doing so fangfei from moyuyunjian’s steely gaze becomes all the more important. i give so many shits and laugh and yell and spectate. but i am safe from the eyes of its inhabitants. if i entered the story it would break. so i sit outside of it, clapping by myself

in other news, we gave up on mysterious lotus casebook 16 episodes in. there are many character archetypes in these shows that i can no longer stand; the salacious sexy seductive supervillain lady is not necessarily one of them but the way they did miss ‘this man didn’t even Look at me when all men fall at my knees so i hated him’ ‘no one is allowed to steal buttchin from me’ jiao was way up there. surely a woman can have multiple personality traits and yet you would think from this drama that that is not at all true. and the strange harem that grew around li lianhua despite his absolute loser attitude— like i get it, he’s the gintoki of this show, that’s hot, but the way the women who were into him were written made me want to Eat Horse. it bothered me that di feisheng and lianhua’s homo as fuck dynamic was so intriguing and them + fang duobing was a winning trio but all the women in the show were written like complete fucking ass, and one of the big antagonists being a woman, the stakes throughout were not only lost to me but also Pissed Me Off. also, that case about the corpse flowers dragged on forever and all my pocky wilted

I Just Think, women deserve better in these damn stories. make them slutty as hell, sure, but make them other things too and i mean this in the most generous sense. slutty and proud. slutty and weird. slutty and oblivious. literally anything at all so they don’t come out cardboard flat from all angles. this is why i have a personal vendetta against the ditzy clueless female protagonist as well because if everything stems from the fact that she doesn’t know shit it’s like please someone Please tell her shit i’m on my hands and knees begging. give her more to chew on she’s dying of boredom over there

this is why i liked the so called antagonist of blossoms in adversity best (spoilers ahead). he was cruel as hell to huazhi and gu yanxi’s only parental figure. he was paranoid and selfish and lonely and craved a son’s love from the one person he couldn’t hold onto. in the end he is pushed further and further by huazhi, who won’t give in, to isolate yanxi from the people he loves and to lash out at those people as a way of punishing yanxi. and when he dies it’s because of his own distrust, his own negligent parenting, his absent cruelty from decades of insomnia and lack of faith in his people. but he cries for yanxi, and there’s something so human about that. to think of evil not as a first principle but rather an adjective for a verb that is set in motion by other events. to be honest, i haven’t seen such thoughtful writing in any chinese period drama before or after that and i strongly suspect i will never see such writing again in this genre but man, it was so fucking good (spoilers end).

in the meantime, i’ve dragged my mother to moyuyunjian/the double for the return casting of liu xiening and wang xingyue who are Eating so hard. they’ve got wang xingyue done up with the sluttiest makeup and liu xiening is breaking my heart with her pout and her Sassy Mean constitution and this is a revenge story, yes, but it’s a double revenge story. it’s a grief story. and fangfei is carrying more on her shoulders than lingbuyi imo, and doing so with much more grace too. her step mom’s a dick but she’s a smart, 5d chess playing dick who wears hot shades of green so i’m personally interested enough to keep watching (something lotus casebook DID NOT accomplish with their epic female antagonist…. mein gotte). and the princess too. unhinged as hell but god, so charismatic. and beautiful, with scary big eyes and the sweetest head tilt. fun fun fun! that’s fun character writing right there. the comedy might be too straightforward for my tastes but everything else is kind of hot and sexy And after the coming of age ceremony when jiangli appeared amidst the flowers i felt my throat close up even though we saw her for all of one (1) episode). i was like yes. they got me alright. i Care now

really that’s all that matters isn’t it. we want stories about people we care for. we want to give a shit. why else would we listen to the stories of other people. we are looking for us and the people we love in them

oh also moyuyunjian soundtrack goes hard as hell i love a little three step waltz. here’s a pic from the ‘gym’ for ur time. guten night

[pikkish]

i know next to nothing about wh40k lore but boltgun was great

[ask-bruno-and-maria]

Can I get uhhhhh can I get aauhhhh a chesbenger

M: chesbenger..?

B: oh- uh... you mean a cheeseburger? uhm. we don't sell those here unfortunately (we aren't even open yet) but we do sell italian food, which includes pizza and pasta and risotto and salads and-

M: it- they...? they get it, bruno

B: oh- ok. but, yeah! if any of that tickles your fancy then you can get that! if, you can even eat...

[kiddokori]

things i like about totk so far: the depths,

i am going to be so completely honest i thought id be able to think of more. um. this is awkward

[13eyond13]

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[abimee]

i think my enjoyment is always adding a little seasoning to every fictional character to make them feel a bit mote human in a way that having some sort of somewhat loserish characeristic can bring. like when i talk about hades smoking indoors or althaea watching childrens movies as a menopausal person. like not even to say that what i describe about characters is to be a point of comedy or to laugh at them but i think when a character is too smoth they need something about them that just feels a bit goofy. do you know what im saying. this is why i talk about yshtola and urianger making gravity bongs in the storage room of the waking sands

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

I remember you said something about Kuron getting a tattoo once? How would he go about it? Something complicated and cool he put a lot of thought into OR did he just do it on a whim?

Like hes walking down a street or something, sees a tattoo studio and decides to wing it?(bc Shiro would NEVER)

Oh definately both, like the first tattoo he got was definately an impulse decision tramp stamp he lowkey regrets. However the other tattoos do have a lot more thought put into them, and have lot of motifs related to death, rebirth, freedom, individuality, anger and other such things. Like both Kuron's love for literature and symbolism and his tendency to mythologize himself really just bleed into him coming up with some really meaningful but also edgy tattoos

[bright-and-burning]

i have loved ur fics so far and i think many other people have too ❤️ don’t feel like u have to write but know that i’ll be eating up whatever you publish and i have been in and out of your ask box all excited for the past few weeks to talk about our lord and saviour oscar ❤️❤️❤️

thank you darling anon <333 i really and truly appreciate it and i have loved !!! the dropping in on my ask box <3 i really do want to write i have so many ideas but im in this slump where i open them and instead of writing i look at them like. is this even worth the effort. which IS silly and feels rather childish typing it out bc i do know some ppl like things i write. and also bc if i don’t write im just going to walk around terribly haunted by ideas that will only be exorcised by writing them down. and yet… posting fic kinda feels like i’ve put a message in a bottle and tossed it out to sea hoping for the best. i get a couple messages back and they’re wonderful and much appreciated but mostly it feels like the bottle just sank sight unseen. worry not im sure lightning will strike and i will be back to tossing bottles into the ocean, i just need to throw them against walls while screaming for a bit (sorry for . throwing bottles against this ask. this metaphor has escaped me)

[ratatatastic]

and lets check back in on what our only goal scorer of the game is doin— oh

florida panthers @ boston bruins game 3 | 5.10.24

[musaslullaby]

The night has only just begun

Max Verstappen x fem reader

Summary: Max becomes jealous when he sees you talking to another man.

Warning: NSFW, +18, you are responsible for what you read.

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I've always loved being around people. Parties, interviews, or simply going out to dinner were a way to clear my head from eternal melancholy.

The limousine sped through the empty streets of Monaco. The only lights visible through the tinted windows were those of the beautiful stars, shining independently in the sky. They’ve always inspired a sense of trust in me, and now, after years of hard work, I can happily consider myself one of them.

"Schatje, are you ready?" Max asked, placing his hand on my leg, covered by the expensive blue dress that sparkled under the moonlight.

"I'm always ready. Perhaps I should ask you if you are." My mischievous smile caused an adorable chuckle from Max, who gently stroked me before stepping out of the car. Like a true gentleman, he opened the door for me, and only at that moment did my eyes wander over his entire body, perfectly framed by a black tuxedo as dark as the night, which highlighted his light blue eyes.

He extended his hand toward me with an elegant gesture while a brilliant, sincere smile adorned his features. His expression was relaxed, genuinely happy, and it made me smile involuntarily. I loved seeing him so at ease, especially because it was rare—during races, he often showed his worst side.

I gently placed my hand in his, which was larger than mine. It felt reassuring as we walked down that red carpet; his presence was warm and calm, in stark contrast to the continuous flashes of the journalists' cameras blinding us. Even the sky seemed to hide its beloved stars from those equally bright machines.

When we entered the venue, the lights were dim, a soft murmur lingered in the background, and waiters constantly passed by with glasses of sparkling wine. Occasionally, you could notice a dark wooden table surrounded by Ferrari-red couches.

My eyes darted around, scanning every person, and they casually caught sight of blonde hair. In an instant, I left Max's side, diving into that ocean of important people, dressed like kings and queens. When I got close enough, I recognized that boy. I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me. "If I’m not mistaken, this is the scent of…" I said, stopping, resting my hand on my chin as I pretended to think. "Ah yes, it’s the new Giorgio Armani fragrance?"

The boy turned to me with wide eyes. "I can’t believe it, Y/N, how long has it been!"

"Too long!" I whispered, laughing, as we hugged, fearing we’d lose each other again.

"So, how’s it going?" he asked, his bright smile so contagious that I felt a facial paralysis coming on.

"Everything’s fine, thanks," I replied kindly, my voice slightly sweetened.

I had no idea how much time had passed since we started talking, but the only thing I knew was that he hadn’t changed: he was still the same goofy boy as always, and in some ways, that was reassuring. As caught up as we were in the conversation, I completely ignored the phone going crazy with calls and messages. By then, my handbag was vibrating every three seconds.

A laugh erupted from the back of my throat; I loved his humor and jokes, but I didn’t even have time to reply before I felt a deadly grip on my wrist, being yanked from the conversation without realizing it.

"That's enough," Max whispered through clenched teeth, his jaw tight.

"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to resist, drawing the attention of those around us, who suddenly stopped talking. Couldn’t they mind their own business?

"Will you explain what’s wrong with you?" I asked, stumbling as he let go, shoving me violently against the bathroom wall.

"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?" His anger was evident; I could see it in his eyes, but beyond that, I saw something else… sadness? Melancholy? No, that wasn’t it. Something deeper, perhaps?

"I’m not the one who was eyeing another man," he continued, almost shouting, his voice filled with frustration and repressed feelings.

"What are you talking about? You know I only have eyes for you," I whispered, a slight sense of guilt starting to weigh on me, causing me to lower my gaze.

"Good, liefde, then prove it," he said, pressing his face against mine. I felt his warm breath brushing my lips and his mischievous grin. Ah, that’s what had been in his eyes earlier: lust.

With my cheeks flushed pink, I made the first move, throwing myself onto his slightly chapped lips. Max knew me too well; I would never back down from his provocations.

His hands gripped my hips in a firm hold, pulling me against his body. His teeth sank into my lips, asserting his dominance.

Involuntarily, I let out a sharp squeal, which earned an approving sound from Max. His kisses moved down to my exposed neck, biting and sucking the sensitive spots he knew all too well.

When he pulled away, I ran my hand over the purple and red marks he had left on me. A shiver of excitement shot down my spine as Max seductively licked his lips.

"Kneel," he ordered in a firm, authoritative voice, as he unbuttoned his pants.

With a subdued nod, I knelt before him, noticing the bulge in his pants. When I saw his member freed from its restraints in front of my face, I felt a sharp pang of pleasure deep in my core. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. I could hear his muffled grunts under my touch, and the heat he caused throughout my body was heavenly.

"Damn…" His hands found a grip in my hair, tugging to push deeper into his sex. My cheeks flushed red as he completely controlled the rhythm. Gag reflexes took over my body, feeling his member contract and the veins growing rigid. Suddenly, I noticed the pace increasing, although sloppier, and after two more thrusts, Max released himself into my throat.

"Swallow it all, I don’t want to see a drop," he whispered, pulling me up by my hair. His cheeks were flushed pink, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

He was incredibly sexy. With a seductive movement, I placed my hands on his chest, letting his expensive jacket fall to the ground. The white shirt clung to his body from the sweat, revealing his sculpted abs.

Max dropped the authoritative act for a moment, planting a sweet, wet kiss on my lips, tasting himself, before returning to the Max from before.

Without effort, he lifted me into his arms, playing with the edge of my panties, slightly pushing them aside, brushing against my swollen, already wet lips.

"You're already ready for me, schatje? Pathetic," he whispered with a mischievous laugh on my lips, and his closeness definitely wasn’t helping.

Quickly, he aligned himself with my entrance and penetrated me, our ragged breaths mingling together. I could feel every part of him inside me, every small movement and his overwhelming heat. He didn’t wait a second before hammering into me at an inhuman pace. I was sure my screams could be heard throughout the club.

He was consistent, hard, and fast. No second thoughts or hesitation, his movements were precise and sure. I buried my face in his neck while he grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The tip of his member hit my g-spot, making me melt like cream in his hands. I could no longer think straight. A warmth crept into my lower abdomen, and with each thrust, it became more intense and taut until it finally snapped, accompanied by a scream carrying his name in a vulgarly melodious way.

"He would never make you scream the way I do," he said between grunts, pushing even deeper, losing energy as he went.

After a few more thrusts, he reached the height of pleasure and came inside me with a stifled groan, muffled by a kiss full of sweetness and lust, mixed in a perfect cocktail.

Sweat dripped down his face as he lovingly pressed his forehead against mine.

"I love you, schatje," he whispered against my lips in a soft voice, planting a few kisses on my face.

"I love you too, especially when you're jealous," I said with a playful smile, grazing his earlobe with my teeth, making him shiver at the contact.

"Ready for the next round?" he said with a mischievous smirk, running his fingers down my back, exposed by the low cut of my dress.

"The night has only just begun..." I whispered, laughing softly as I gently caressed his cheek, my heart beating faster knowing what awaited me.

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

I really like that scene in mob psycho 100 where those random guys try to bully mob, but then, before mob can even do anything, dimple makes the guy disrobe and ritsu tries to kill him and the body improvement club just kinda circles up and squishes him between their pecs until the guys beg for mercy and leave. because it's a very stupid scene. kinda the epitome of the show's goofy weird slapstick humor. and so when you're watching it the first time you assume that's the purpose of the scene--to be dumb slapstick humor. because it succeeds at that, so it would be perfectly functional if that's all it was.

but THEN it turns out that it's actually setup for two episodes later when mogami traps him in a mind dimension to try and turn him evil and he's standing in the SAME PLACE and he sees ritsu on the bridge but ritsu doesn't acknowledge him. and he gets bullied. and not only is he powerless to defend himself, he has no one who cares. the scene plays out an evil mirrored version of itself where it's straightforward. it's harsh. it's empty. mob gets beaten up, and he is alone.

and that would've been a good scene on its own, too. but to me the fact that you see the silly ridiculous version of it FIRST (the one that culminates in the body improvement club suffocating a guy with their man boobs) is really important to me. because then, later, you feel how much more it hurts for mob to be alone when you've already seen what it could be, what it is. and then on a rewatch when you see the goofy version of the scene you can't help but feel an undercurrent of dread and a sense of how dangerously close the absurd is to tipping over into something way too real and visceral. which is a feeling that runs throughout the entire show.

anyway.

[transhitman]

This is probably super basic analysis but I've been bouncing this around in my head for a while so:

MOUTHWASHING'S DEHUMANIZATION OF VICTIMS VIA GAMEPLAY

Something that fascinates me about Mouthwashing is how well it uses its medium to characterize the cast. Or, really, mischaracterize them, and demonstrate the ways Jimmy justifies his actions by dehumanizing his cohorts. The flavor text differing between Jimmy and Curly is the most surface-level example. Jimmy comes off as detached, doesn't give commentary relating to anyone but himself. If he says something regarding another crew member, it's usually negative (eg Swansea emptying the vending machine, saying the pills are to "keep Curly quiet" rather than to ease his pain). Curly meanwhile has more personal things to say about the environment. He mentions the bet he made with Jimmy about the rope in the cockpit. To Jimmy, it's just plain rope. Curly comments on how Anya and Daisuke act during game night. Jimmy doesn't comment on the game at all.

So it's not just how they interact with things, it's what the player can interact with period. Most strikingly, Jimmy doesn't allow the player to look at Anya's corpse. He doesn't even comment on it like he would an object in the environment. Each monster that stands in for her also stands in for the unborn child, with Anya tacked on as an afterthought, if at all. Jimmy refuses to see her at all, let alone as a person.

Curly, like Anya's body, can't be commented on. The only interactions you have with Curly are to harm him - to in some sick way try to fix what's wrong with him. Jimmy hates Curly, but at the same time puts him on a pedestal, and so the gameplay reduces him to both an object to be served, and a problem to be solved.

Jimmy has it in his head that he's the only one pulling his weight on the ship. The rest of the characters are doing wildly important things offscreen, of course. Anya is keeping Curly alive on nothing but hopes and dreams, Swansea is presumably salvaging the cryostasis pods in utility, and Daisuke is keeping stock of their supplies. But all of that happens offscreen, where we the player can not see. So it might as well not have happened. All of the characters are affected by this distortion, but Daisuke is hit hardest. He is a competent man, as goofy as he is, but to Jimmy he might as well be part of the set dressing. He's worthless, does nothing, until Jimmy can use him to solve a problem - literally just another tool in his inventory to be exploited and discarded.

And of course Swansea is framed as the antagonist. He's a hindrance from the start, barring the player entry into part of the ship. He has to be confronted to obtain a key item, subdued to progress the story, killed to win the game. He is only an obstacle to Jimmy, not a person with more complicated motives. He is a thing to be overcome.

[blondedmuse]

a late night party with felix catton

The music was blaring as you struggled to stand straight, your whole world view tilted on its axis as you moved through the crowd of people. Dismissive of the drink clutched in your hand, your movements were sloppy, but it’s not like anyone could tell—or care, they were drunk too.

You searched the sea of bodies for a frame slightly taller than the rest and your hunt was interrupted when you felt a light squeeze to your empty hand.

“Found you.”

You turned around to Felix, donning a toothy, goofy grin and a red cowboy hat. You smiled back noticing the red lipstick that shifted from your lips to his only through a heated exchange earlier that night. He could say he was to lazy, to inebriated to be able to clean it off correctly, but the fact of the matter was that he wanted everyone to know he was yours.

“I was looking for you to y’know,” you said, thumbing his lip, rubbing in the stain even more.

“We’re outside if you wanna come,” He answered. You only nodded he and stringed you along his fingers intertwined with yours, linked as if they were pleading not to lose you again.

Your group of friends sat outside, almost surrounded by a cloud of smoke—but it was nothing unexpected. Felix took a seat on the lounge chair next to Farleigh, offering you the space next to him or on his lap. You took the latter. He pulled you in like it was just you and him, like no one else in the room mattered. Your hand went to trace the star tattoo on his hand while he grabbed a cigarette from the boy next to him.

“One too many drinks tonight love?” He smiled down at you. He caught note this habit you had when you got a little bit sloppy each time you’d go out together.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you giggled, shooting a wink at him and you watched him flash his teeth in amusement.

“Do you want a drag then?” He offered, eyes flitting to the cig between his fingers.

Your eyes locked with his, your lips reflecting his cheeky smile.

“You first.” He listened to your request, inhaling then his hand held your jaw as he exhaled into you. You accepted it with welcome, the smoke and the taste of his breath, of him.

You exhaled. “Thank you, baby.”

He mouthed you’re welcome and some other niceties and compliments that went in one ear and out the other as you simply admired him and the party around you. It was all so charming and endearing. It was impossible not to love it, to love him.

this was based on a post by @tojigasm because it literally made me lose my mind i had to write something