#maybe I'll understand eventually

[no-one-hears-me]

wow I really am terrified of gaining weight

[harrowscore]

can't believe a show based on a videogame (usually games adaptations are notoriously bad, which isn't the case here tho) gave me the beauty and the beast/twisted mirrors/enemies to traveling companions/ruthless antihero+optmistic but still badass heroine who takes none of his shit/age gap but make it sexy dynamic of my dreams. as much as i love maximus and i think he deserves the best writing ever because 1. he's a clever deconstruction of the aspiring Knight bro who's actually a bit of a loser and, as much as lucy, sees the world in black&white at first and then doesn't get what he thought he wanted but what he needs (or at least i hope he'll eventually get it), and 2. he's a cutie and i want an epic love story for him too, it's very funny how they tried to give us a puppy kind of romance and the tumblr girlies still fixated on the "toxic ~she bites his finger off and he cuts hers off and sews it on his hand in what we'll pretend it's a symbolic marriage rings exchange or whatever~ asshole who used to be a nice guy/good girl™ with a lot of spunk and hidden anger but unshakeable morals" kind of relationship.

[taamlok]

i'm going to take a break from being on here for a while, until the veilguard hate calms down or until i no longer care, whichever comes first. i went from being really excited to create in this fandom to being bitterly disappointed and unhappy in less than 2 weeks. if a character's mere existence makes you feel justified in platforming your bigoted opinions and being vicious to people who like them maybe try some personal reflection instead. it's honestly triggering to be under a constant state of anxiety that if i breathe wrong or act too excited about something i love the wrong person might see it and i'm going to get crucified for it, literally just because other people can't stand to see someone happy over something they don't like.

every time i think about taash now it comes with a wave of sadness and stress because i know that the fact that i like them makes me a target for bullying. you guys need to seriously get crucial. you're a grown adult video game blogging on tumblr, you do not have the right to be this up your own ass.

anyway i'm leaving to enjoy the game in peace and write my little fanfics for myself. mutuals who want to stay in touch can add me on discord @elminsters if you want, but i'm not really good at dming so don't expect much.

[ambitionsart]

So... Deadlands but make it a Guild?

Putting it under read more because there's a lot.

So given the Deadlands characters have very little backstory we are headcannoning a lot here. Bare with me.

Edie, I imagine as a rouge (was torn with bard), who uses her sweet charms to get the information she needs. Picks up shifts in taverns in exchange for a roof for a few days.

Garnet is just Prudance 2.0. Since we don't know much of backstory, I can imagine her being a reserved magic user who does not talk about where her magic comes from, because lets be honest a less than savoury patron really doesn't go down well. (Also the idea of her having like a deck of many things, or where her patron picks the cards delt to deal damage would be fun)

Silas, I'm sorry this man is a barbarian. There is no other thing he could be, it's the unfiltered rage. Though I liked the idea of him duel wielding blades like his pistols. Also having miss matched armour to reflect he used to be someone important, the hints of his 'law man' image.

Nate, Okay so. Nate I struggled with. I'm thinking a paladin of some kind? Also I don't know how to translate, was at one point dead and now lives on alcohol and jerky, other than the common stereotype of Dwarves. So. Yeah. Sorry Nate. Though I do imagine him keeping his shirt as if it was something his late wife embroiderd for him and now it's too sentimental to get rid of so it's got patches holding it together.

Delacy, the idea of this relatively human party having a child half orc running around with them felt apt but also the level of humor of oxventure. Also Delacy being an unusually strong child also very good. I can imagine him being a fighter or some combat specific class.

If anyone has any better ideas, hit me up I'm not 100% on all of these, so please add your own to them.

[i3utterflyeffect]

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[classicslesbianopinions]

hard agree w ur take on historical discussions around queer identity. I'm in English and we deal with similar stuff as I'm sure you know and it's exhausting. like yes, it's complicated! yes the words we have now didn't exist back then! but that doesn't mean we can't bring history into our present moment and discuss how it resonates!! i personally really resonate w medievalist Carolyn Dinshaw discussing queer touches across time in her work (esp in her 2012 book How Soon Is Now? for anyone interested), among others, but I've mostly explored this discussion in the Renaissance onward from a literary perspective. I'd love to know who else you're reading/thinking with on this subject, especially within classics!

i mean it's not my take, i just reblogged a post, i honestly haven't done that much reading/thinking about it except i guess i think arguing whether or not someone is gay or bi is maybe one of the least interesting ways to engage, whether they're a historical figure or fictional character or celebrity or whatever else. but like... despite the url, sexuality and gender identity in the ancient world isn't something i've spent a lot of time working with at this point, like i enjoy casual conversations about it and i'm sure i will eventually get really deep into it academically but i'm not there now. so while i do agree with that post i'm not necessarily the person to ask for more on the subject.

however the original post is by @kallistoi who may or may not have more to say on the subject, so i will redirect you to them and/or to anyone else who feels like they have something to add!

[malzanya]

dwelling on stuff, musing. considering. other words for "thinking".

[sysig]

Font of Inspiration (Patreon)

[shock-micro]

it's funny bc like. for so long i was fascinated by plurality and what the brain could do. and now it's like. what do you mean you're alone in there. what do you mean you don't even have an inner monologue. how is that possible how do you think

[volivolition]

volition and empathy childhood best friend propaganda RAUGH!!

[autumnrory]

i rmr when all the initial meta around endgame was coming out people were talking about steve being depressed and whatnot and it's like well yeah but he's BEEN depressed, like he woke up alone in this century and he kept going, now i can understand it being worse this time after finding a family and getting bucky back and losing them all except of course that's not why endgame steve was on about so like......the people writing meta were trying to connect these things that of course weren't really there on screen because that simply wasn't our steve

but i think it really could've been SO interesting to see this is the thing that finally makes steve stay down like he's lost so much and he just CAN'T keep fighting like i get some people think that's what they were going for but considering the ending......it's really not. and so i'm just thinking about a version after iw, maybe he gets some of the thor treatment except not turning his depression into a dumb fatphobic joke lol and maybe nat and others are trying to get through to him and it just doesn't work and then we get some flashbacks (which you could have done for all the original avengers actually which would be particularly important for bruce and nat and clint who did not have their own trilogies) including his mom telling him "you always stand up" and THAT being the thing to finally get him moving like it would've been such a perfect way to finally show sarah rogers some respect and ACTUALLY show steve really struggling instead of whatever they tried to do with him in that movie

[the-priestess-of-dawn]

FEH Validar... is going to have no choice but to go through some character development. Aversa regained her memories. 4/5 of the Grimas summoned have lost theirs, and the 5th, despite being the most powerful, is also the saddest, openly admitting to feeling empty inside. Things just aren't the same as they were in his home world.

[hero-of-the-wolf]

If you're not sure how to do music you could also do a jukebox musical where you use already existing music for the show. You just tweak it or change the context of the music :D

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you're so very right, however the part that attracts me the most about writing a musical is the creating the music part 🥺 I love music sm, and I love listening to videos about music theory and the intentional and clever choices that composers make, even if a lot of it goes over my head 😔

[emiliosandozsequence]

being just Slightly 'more' autistic than the average tumblr user is fucking hard actually

[sparrownnax]

anyways sometimes i wonder if i'm meant to be connected with people. don't get me wrong i appreciate my friends, but like my quality of life wouldn't go down too much if i hadn't met them. i like digging information out of people. they lose a lot of appeal once i know too much about them. i don't really have any kind of interest in pursuing any kind of relationship with people, romantic or platonic. i could take people or leave them. dunno

[kk-cats]

They dream, sometimes. Of things far-too-real and surreal and impossibly clear.

Faded edges.

Dull and dead.

They look at their 爷爷, sometimes. He's not dead. But sometimes he is. Rarely. It's terrifying.

They will not allow that.

So they build up Alfred Pennyworth in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the despairing ones left behind, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Alfred Pennyworth does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

But they would not be Corus Wayne if he was the only one there. (What happens when you take away their pillars, their light? What happens when you take away their family? Is there even anything left?)

They see an acrobat, sometimes. Strong and dependable. Angry beneath the surface. A neck snapped crushed under a pillar they see-they see- and they are terrifi-

No.

They build up Dick Grayson in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the dead body, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Dick Grayson does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a guide, sometimes. Deft fingers over a keyboard. Legs that will never walk again. A guide. A mentor. She does not tell the future, but her name fits her well anyway. Competent in ways they could never hope to me.

They build up Barbara Gordon in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they stumble and their legs buckle beneath them, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Barbara Gordon does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a regret, sometimes. Not theirs. Someone else's. Bitter and charred, smoke clinging on. Death-defier, Gotham's child. He was already dead. But they see a world where he is not-quite-a-knight, and broken resentment drips down his arms.

They build up Jason Todd in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the not-quite-knight, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Jason Todd is still fighting on.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a detective, sometimes. Smart and curious and maybe just a bit too curious, a bit too inquisitive. They see someone who chose this path and stayed on it.

They build up Tim Drake in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see that accursed lie- that accusation- they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Timothy Drake does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a child, sometimes. Once assassin, now more than that. Blood-son. But kind nonetheless, to creatures of four legs and wings and other such things. They glimpse at a world where his heart turns cold, a world where he is judge-jury-executioner.

They build up Damian Wayne in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see the executioner, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Damian Wayne does not die. That is one of the truths of their world.

They see a man, sometimes. A figure. An ideal. Vengeance-justice-fear and hope. A father prepared for anything- almost. Almost. They see someone scared. Someone who pushes everything away. They see dead eyes. Hollow. Gone.

They build up Bruce Wayne in their head. A gleaming statue, a constant pillar. And when they see those dead-dull eyes, they turn their gaze towards that pillar.

Bruce Wayne does not die.

That is one of the truths of their world.

Let's shatter those pillars, shall we?

Let's see what the world is without them.

They see a fool, sometimes. Something loved when it should not be. Something desperate and dangerous. It disgusts them. Irks them. It is a parasite.

They build up Corus Wayne in their head. A cruel warning. A constant reminder. And when they crumble to their knees- they cannot turn their gaze away.

Corus Wayne always survives.

Must that really be a truth of their world?