#madmenent

[halastar05]

These ships are kinda similar actually-

[wavetapper]

mutuals we are doing book club now what are you reading atm

[recycledmoviecostumes]

This adorable floral print dress is a great example of real vintage clothing being used for film and television.   Costume designers often find their pieces in vintage shops, but costume houses are also sometimes filled with vintage pieces.   Ashley Judd first wore this dress as Young Vivi Abbott Walker in the 2002 film 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒀𝒂-𝒀𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅.   It was seen again on Sarah Drew as Kitty Romano in the 2008 second season episode of 𝑴𝒂𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 entitled 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏.   This dress may or may not be the exact same piece. A little bit of research uncovered that this dress is from the vintage line called Cover Girl Miami and that a surprising number of these dresses still survive in good condition!

[ecrireverie]

people love to discredit max by claiming that he is only world champion because of the car he's in, and that you could put any driver in that RB and they'd automatically be world champion. this take is severely misguided imo. the fastest cars are more unstable and thus more agile, the driver definitely makes a difference here. it takes a lot of skill and confidence to just manage a car with a very strong front end and a loose, snappy rear, much more to actually thrive and extract maximum performance out of it, and to go so far as beyond the limit.

max makes it look easy but it really isn't, and it takes a driver of a certain caliber to extract 100% out of that monstrosity. would it kill you to acknowledge his talent?

[mr-viwick]

I need to put him in a petri dish and study him

[internet-goblin]

I need to shill a game that's not out yet, but it's from Czechia and as such I am compelled to do my part and let the world know.

SCARLET DEER INN

I know nothing of this game, beyond one teensy tinesy absolutely insane detail.

Take a look at the screenshot from it.

Notice anything? Maybe you'll see it by watching the trailer

That's right! The characters! Are! Embroided!

EMBROIDED! FRAME BY FRAME!

WHAT AN ABSOLUTE LUNACY! I'M HOPELESSLY IN!

Also it's made by a husband and wife who make their own music for the game as well.

Oh yeah! I forgot to put in the Steam link originally. Here!

[tanadrin]

"the lunatic fringe on my opponents' side fundamentally taints their entire movement, which is therefore obviously morally bankrupt and should be ignored. the lunatic fringe on my side is an unrepresentative minority and anybody paying attention to them is a fool/bigot/liar." <- depressingly common pattern. you can't have it both ways!

[nevertheless-moving]

Angsty Continuation of this Crack Szeth/Kaladin Time Travel AU:

"Sir, may I speak with you? It's a matter of some importance."

Dalinar looked up sharply, locking eyes with his Captain of the Guard.

Some of the clerks he had been meeting with had bristled, affronted as ever by what many saw as the unreasonably jumped up dark eyes. His intrusion into the room with barely a knock probably hadn't helped their opinion.

Dalinar ignored them for the moment, choosing instead to maintain eye contact. A chill ran down his spine.

Stormfather. When had the Captain started looking so…worn out? The man's gaze had always been strikingly intense, tired shadows kept at bay by a fiery rage. But now… Dalinar had perhaps seen that expression before, in a dying Chasmfiend. Embers of an unfathomably immense blaze, finally burning itself out. The heat it gave off still enough to scorch a man, but dying nevertheless.

He felt a twinge of guilt. Surely… he hadn't done that? Almight knows he asked a lot of the young man, too much perhaps. But storms… no, something must have happened. He had just seen the man, what, yesterday? Perhaps it had been a week since they had spoken more than in passing, but still. A week of overwork didn't burn through a person like that.

The Highprince cleared his throat. "I assume this has something to do with security?"

Captain Kaladin nodded firmly.

"Very well. Zaninel, Sherath, you're dismissed."

They left without a word, and barely a glare. Perhaps they had also caught something in the Captain's expression.

Kaladin closed the door behind him as he entered. He proceeded to the table, then all but collapsed into the chair across from the Highprince.

Dalinar raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

The darkeyed man rubbed a hand across his forehead, palm seeming to linger across the brands there. He started, sitting up.

"Sorry sir," he said hoarsely. "I forgot myself."

He pushed his weight forward as if to stand, but Dalinar waved him back.

"Its alright," he said. "I'm not one to make a soldier stand when hes clearly on his last chip."

The Captain sagged back.

"I apologize for the breach in decorum, I… last night…" He sighed, squaring his shoulder's and seeming to steel himself. "Well, sir, there's been vital matters I've been debating how to best present to your attention, but now one aspect has come to a head. Bridge four had… a visitor to our fire last night, scared the light out of my men. I've been trying to figure out what to do with him all night."

"A visitor?" Dalinar frowned. "This man is a security concern?"

Kaladin barked a humorless laugh. "It would be fair to say that, yes."

Dalinar waited for more of an explanation.

Kaladin sighed heavily. "I'd like to make a request sir."

"A request."

"That you not immediately put this man to death."

"Not…immediately?" Dalinar felt like an idiotic river spren, only able to mimic words/ But for the life of him, he had no idea where this conversation was going.

The captain nodded, drumming his fingers on the table. "I think he's of more value alive than dead, sir. And… I swore to try and help him regain some measure of his sanity. I can't do that if you kill him on sight."

"Kelek's Breath!" Dalinar said with some disbelief. "This madman if yours, he's truly so alarming, that you think I would do such a thing?"

Kaladin nodded, and Dalinar felt dread pool in his stomach.

"Who is this man?" he whispered.

"His name is Szeth."

"Szeth."

"Yes sir."

"That sounds like a Shin name."

"It is sir."

Dalanir stared down at the Captain, uncertain at what point he had stood up.

"Captain Stormblessed," he said with calm he didnt feel. "I can think of only one Shin man that I would desire to kill on sight."

Kaladin winced, then looked up locking those exhausted, burning eyes with his. "Yes."

"The assassin in white is here." Dalinar stated flatly.

"Yes."

The Highprince took a deep breath to steady himself. "The assassin who killed my brother?"

"Yes."

"The assassin who has been killing world leaders, throwing kingdoms into chaos."

"Yes."

Dalinar grabbed the lapels of Kaladin's jacket, towing him up with an enraged growl. He breathed heavily for a moment , attempting to restrain himself as he stared at that tired, dark expression.

"I trusted you," he hissed. "I trusted you with everything I had, everyone I loved, and you've been working with the Assassin in White."

Storms, did he feel tears in his eyes? Surely this betrayal couldn't hurt worse than Sadeas, but the dagger sharp pain in his sternum said otherwise. Had it all been a ruse? The tower, the retreat, Oathbringer…all one large, intricate lie to trick an old fool?

"No." The captain said firmly, meeting his unsaid questions with a steady, inarguable honesty.

"No, your maj — Sir. No, I have not been working with him. No, I had nothing to do with your brothers death — I was a child at the time, and Szeth and I hadn't even met. When we did first meet, I fought him. Then we fought again. I thought I killed him. I… I actually did kill him, from what i understand."

Kaladin Stormblessed's expression went very far away, but his words continued with that discordant lighteyed crispness he had had from that start.

"He was brought back by… a higher power. I'll explain what I can, but honestly, there's a lot a don't understand. He still very disturbed, but he is trying. He's taking another step along the journey, each day. Szeth is only a danger to himself now."

Stormblessed paused, then looked pained anew.

"Well…mostly. He's prepared to serve you, including as a killer. And…he's indicated that he's similarly willing to listen to my commands. He trusts me, sir. It…I realize this puts you in an uncomfortable position."

Dalinar felt his fingers unclench, and he lowered Stormblessed gently to his seat. There was no question in his mind if he could accept the Captain's word on this, he knew as instinctively as ever that this mans could be trusted.

Knew it more now than ever, seeing in those eyes a man who would rather break himself than break his oaths.

The pain of betrayal ebbed away, leaving a mess of emotions and thoughts in their wake.

Dalinar sat back heavily, rattling the maps and folios on the table.

"Storms!" He scrubbed a hand across his face. "You realize how mad this is, right?"

Kaladin laughed humorlessly. "Very much so."

"I —" Dalinar didn't know where to begin. "Where is he right now?"

"My office — my quarters in the Bridge Four Barrack."

"And he's under guard?"

"I have the Lopen and Rock switching off with him, but like I said, hes rather not a threat to anyone right."

"The Lop— wait, isn't Rock your cook's name?"

"Yessir. And you’ve probably seen Lopen before, he's hard to miss —small, loud, Herdassian."

"The one with one arm? You have a cook and a one armed man guarding the most dangerous man alive? Guarding a known shardbarer?" Dalinar found himself standing again, voice close to a shout. He forced himself back down.

Kaladin smiled weakly for some reason. "He gave me his shardblade, actually. As part of his surrender."

Dalinar glanced at Kaladin's hands, as if to find a shardblade he hadn't noticed.

The Captain opened his mouth, but Dalinar raised a hand. "…I'm not going to enjoy your answer on the location of that either, am I."

"Probably not, no."

Stormlight AU Masterlist

[karamazovian-vault]

an analysis of the joker in batman: lovers & madmen, pt. I

first of all, i can’t believe batman: lovers & madmen isn’t as popular as other joker origin stories, despite being both incredibly entertaining and super explicit in its queer coding!!

so, i’m about to yap about it. or make a very detailed character analysis. most likely a bit of both.

spoilers ahead

okay, so the very first chapter offers amazing insight on jack’s mindset before he becomes, and fully embraces, the joker persona.

in a conversation with a bar waitress (who we as readers recognize as an undergrad harleen), jack shares his deep dissatisfaction with life. we understand that his nihilism isn’t comforting—on the contrary, it’s presented like an intense boredom toward what he perceives to be the world’s, and subsequently his, inherent lack of meaning and purpose.

while yes, he’s still exceptionally good at what he does (heists, bypassing security systems—the whole gotham criminal package), it’s just a thing he’s mastered, and thus becomes easy, repetitive, and utterly boring.

but, as per harleen’s suggestion, he gives it one more try. once again, he achieves his goal with little to no effort. once again, he gets praised for it. same thing, same job, same emptiness as always.

so he does a very reckless thing—he undoes his work by intentionally setting off an alarm.

in the following pages, we understand the worrying extent of his affliction—he’s unable to truly connect with others, doesn’t quite like himself, and, perhaps most importantly, would rather die than keep feeling nothing.

here’s an interesting bit of info—whether intentionally or not, jack’s character shows many traits consistent with antisocial personality disorder (aspd). the portrayal might be subtler than we’re used to, especially since we’re meant to be somewhat sorry for him, but this interpretation offers important insight about jack.

he isn’t openly hostile most of the time, but systematically disregards other people’s safety and needs. he’s impulsive, reckless, and desperately seeks new thrills. he ignores or actively challenges laws, social norms and authority, and always prioritizes his own amusement. he doesn’t seem to experience guilt or remorse, which indicates little to no emotional empathy. and lastly, the comic hints at a history of parental abuse and neglect, which is a known risk factor for developing aspd.

this condition, especially when left undiagnosed and untreated, heavily impacts the person and his environment’s well-being, often leading to harm against others and/or themselves, suicidal ideations and attempts, substance abuse, mental health disorders, and an overall impairment in social and personal functioning.

rings a bell?

well, back to the story. jack’s just about to coerce a cop into shooting him when something piques his interest.

despite what he might believe, jack is still desperately clinging to life. so, when he meets batman, he’s surprised to feel a spark of something.

there’s curiosity, and awe, and wonder, and a sense that the masked man is ruining his plans, so surely that makes them real—that makes jack real, deserving of attention and recognition.

but what truly sells this idea to me is the chapter’s last panel.

the sheer tenderness in jack’s face, like he’s about to shake his head in feigned disapproval. this masked man, with all his fancy toys and unrelenting violence, he’s just ridiculous.

and yet, as will happen from now on, jack can’t take his eyes off him.

[ pt. II -> ]

[monofazz]

Tumblr will not be fucking ready when I get the motivation to write an entire essay and a thesis on the Transformers One Cybertronian High Guard.

[recycledmoviecostumes]

Do you remember the pink nightgown and peignoir Alison Brie wore as Trudy Campbell in the sixth season of 𝑴𝒂𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 back in 2013? You might have also noticed it was worn by P!nk in her 2017 music video 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂.   Learn more about this costume at Bit.ly/PostEd172      

[herreravkaos]

I rizzed her up. She killed my mommy. Would do it again.

[essektheylyss]

I am genuinely only packing two* books for a week-long trip tomorrow. It's a spring miracle.

*I will have my tablet with a truly absurd quantity of academic books and also two baby books for a shower I'm attending and also my entire manuscript to read through. But bygones.

[winged-cries]

i swear every time i see this picture i'm like nooo 😧🫣

[bluespring864]

this was the most andy murray match ever. absolute misery for a set and a half, looked down and out, serve betraying them both, somehow starting to find their way in a bit more and breaking back only to get broken again and breaking back again, just about scraping by to take it to a second set tiebreak, suddenly andy's serving great and evo's hitting crazy volleys, then they tank miserably in the deciding tiebreak, have 5 match points against them, save all five and take it on their first. what the hell did i just watch. yes, i know. the full andy murray experience <3

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“Death blowing bubbles,” 18th century. The bubbles symbolize life’s fragility. This plaster work appears on the ceiling of Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg, Germany.

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I was chilled to the bone this afternoon at King Lear, when this line was spoken: “ ‘Tis the time’s plague, when madmen lead the blind.”