#my hone camera hate me

[dohmalore]

Aoki vs aoki if he was a pretty girl(it is the same image)

[twst-terror]

Thinking about Azul. Someone who grew up hated and ostracized for the way he looked, who honed his already razor-sharp intelligence and wit into a weapon in order to keep himself safe and climb to the top. His confidence in his looks may be lacking, but there was an unshakable faith in his contracts. That was why he was so stunned when you bested him, completed your end of a deal that he was sure would’ve been impossible. When you sat there, an accomplished fire in your eyes as you stared him down, Azul could feel something exciting and unfamiliar prickle under his skin. No one had managed to escape the claws of his contracts before, and it had Azul dangerously intrigued.

So he started watching you, approaching you, trying to get a feel for your mind. That’s all it was… at least at first. Throughout observing you, however, he began to notice things other than your mind. The way you laughed, the sway of your hips as you walked, your sense of style. The way he found you so perfect even outside of that brilliant mind of yours. His approaches to you changed slightly, falling back on some merfolk courting methods. If you accepted, even though you didn’t know the context, he’d be overjoyed that it was working so well. If you rebuked him, well, male octopuses usually deal with refusal from potential mates, as it is a game of cat and mouse, one that Azul is certain he’ll win.

You’d have to deal with the twins too, though in a different way. They obviously notice Azul’s obsession crush on you, and they tease him relentlessly, though they spend time around you trying to figure out what makes you so interesting to Azul. God forbid you catch their attention as well, you’d never get any rest again.

Azul would be the type to deny the truth to himself if you got involved with someone else. He would lock them under a contract, of course, and maybe let Floyd work out his frustrations on them for extra measure, but he would deny that you ever actually cared for them. In his eyes, someone as cunning as you would know better than to pick someone like them when he was right there. He truly believes you two are meant to be, that he could be all you need. As such, there is a bit of blackmail running to keep most others away from you.

Azul would be an attentive partner, his trauma and self-esteem issues causing him to lavish you with gifts and love out of fear of not being enough. You’d probably find it cute that he keeps note of the little things that you like. That is until you find out about the file he’s keeping on you, things you never even thought to tell him written in excellent detail, creepy little notes written in the margins. Or the cameras he commissioned under the table to hide around your home so he can watch you whenever.

If you ever found out the twisted way he stalked and watched over you, your chances of getting out of it are rather slim. Azul, no matter the gentlemanly persona he puts on, is still a desperate and possessive creature under it all. He wouldn’t be afraid of using his connections to ensure you’re trapped by his side. He would mull over making a love potion but decides that he love that bright look in your eyes much more than the dull way they would glaze over under its influence, even if your eyes are filled with hate for now. He’s certain you’ll come around one day and see that he’s right. He’s desperate for it, needs to see you soft with love for him as he holds you in his arms.

Please my siren, won’t you let me love you?

[mini-jiminie]

many thanks to the chokehold that polaroids had on park jimin :)

When we talk about photography and who is the photographer of the group, our minds immediately hone in on jk because ofc, we have to put some respect on the founder of gcf's name.

Before gcf though, there was #슈가의_시선 (Suga's sight). This is a link to some of the photos that Yoongi used to post on twitter under the hashtag.

However, there's one person who simply doesn't get enough credit for his prowess with a camera.

^^ all those polaroids being from his personal collection

From 2017-18, jimin was a polaroid pictures connoisseur. Tears are being shed as I type this out but, when jm used to be really active on social media (😭) he'd bless us with the occasional photo dump here and there.

Speaking of, let's zoom in on that photo sitting right off-centre in that last little photo dump!

I wish I was joking when I say that this photo changed the trajectory of my life forever.

No, cause whose parents are these?? Who are these 90s high school sweethearts?

(they're actually my parents uwu)

Anyways. I've duped you all and this whole post thus far has just been a way for me to segway into something else I'd like to discuss:

Run BTS ep. 52 - BTS ESCAPE (aka. chaos ensues when you stick the tannies into an escape room)

Yes, the revolutionary polaroid was taken during the filming of this episode. This episode also shed some light onto the scam artist that is Jeon Jungkook.

So, the episode starts with seokjin and jimin being named team leaders (because they had prior experience doing escape rooms).

Both would randomly pick an escape room theme for their respective teams:

Jm picks 'Korean dry sauna'.

Someone makes his stance on jm's selection pretty clear from the get go:

(keep this in mind cause we're about to discuss the clownery that goes down later)

So they pick their teams and lo and behold, Mr 'I hate dry saunas' ends up in team 'Korean dry sauna'.

The question is, does jk think this is all an unfortunate turn of fate? Or, is jk fate himself?🤨

While everyone is just holding their sheets of paper, jk is attempting to camouflage with the wall while he subtly sneaks a peak.

It's almost as if the gags write themselves cause even glimpsing at 1/4 of the paper would've allowed them to see the name of the team (jungkook honey plssss)

Then #dry_sauna_hater, knowing he doesn't have the 'dry sauna' theme card, swaps with Tae.

#that moment when you get the escape room theme you didn't want #cause you cheated your way into getting it

Result of said cheating though: 🥰

This isn't even the first instance of jk trying to will a team with jm into existence

here he is not letting Mini Moni breathe

.....again:

them leaving out tae even when white makes up majority of the flag😭

here he is being the great wall of jungkook:

the foreshadowing by focusing on him during this scene😭

rlly left jm #bamboozled

Jungkook, I get you though. I rlly do.

anyways, im ending this post with my most favourite picture ever! bye!

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ VERY CONVINCING (edge x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: edge x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @slutforoscarisaac

could you possibly write a one shot with heel!fem! reader and judgment day edge? edge wants reader to join judgement day but she refuses (cause she’s an independent badass) on live tv which pisses edge off. so after their segment edge follows reader to her locker room to convince her to join. if you could please add your little sprinkle of nsfw that would be amazing!

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: sprinkle of nsfw n slight aggression

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k

ೃ༄ NOTE: i have not proofread this so excuse how messy it is. it’s messy in general tbh i’m sO SORRY but my god i am very attracted to this man (i’m actually gay and ace but that’s just his power)

standing in ring, mic in hand as you listened to the boos of the crowd shouldnt been have exhilarating as it was. but as you surveyed the arena, one hip jutted out to the side to see the majority of those around you jeering and giving you disapproving gestures, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. it probably seemed menacing to the crowd, a sadistic show that you felt no guilt for the betrayals you had done, but truthfully? you could get used to being so hated. most great wwe legends had this period in their career, and seeing your name up on this lists made it all worth it.

backstage, you had your friend and the crowds you stuck around. in the ring? the only allegiance you pledged was to yourself, and the audience were well aware by now that this loyalty to your own cause ran deep enough to turn on those who appeared to be your allies. you had a goal — the belt — and you didn’t care what you’d have to do to get to it.

“missed me?” you asked the wwe universe, satisfied with the heckles you received in response. your break had only been short, simply recovering from a surface wound doctors had advised needed time to heal over, but you had wasted no time in ambushing one of your fellow superstars backstage on your return, and the fans were shown once again you were back and undeterred from your backstabbing saga.

taking a few steps forward, your leant against the ropes that surveyed the right side of the arena.

“it seems in just a month you’ve all forgotten who runs this show huh? hope my little display reminded you all.” you growled out, voice as sultry as you could manage. you were a villain they loved to hate, after all. “i’m getting pretty fed up of you all doubting me. how many times do i have to prove i’m the best before you start to believe me?”

your taunts were welcomed with angry calls, coupled with the occasional fan who cheered as they stuck by your side. those that loved the underdog always made themselves known.

you were just about to launch into the purpose of your promo when the arena went dark again, and the first sign of trouble was when the animated wings spread ferociously across the screen at the back of the stage. really, with the track you were on, you should have expected this sooner.

still, nothing could have quite prepared you seeing the newly drafted judgement day appear at the opposite end of the arena to you, damian and rhea flanking their leaders side as edge honed his attention directly on you.

he looked so eerie in the dark, an unsettling feeling settling momentarily in your stomach as you dragged your eyes over the kingpin of the stable. he only smirked back menacingly as they made their way towards you.

as expected, playing their role as perfect lackeys, rhea and damian took their places either side of the ring, ready to jump incase you made a break for it — but not edge. oh no, he climbed into the ring gracefully, not stopping until he was a mere foot away from where you had returned to stand front and centre of the stage. from here, he towered over you, something you were sure on camera looked more intimidating than most things wwe had seen.

lifting a mic to his lips, judgement days leader began his proposition, not breaking eye contact once. “you’ve made your statement y/n. you’ve got what you wanted — an opportunity.”

after an intense stare down, edge stepped away from you, and suddenly you could breathe again as he paraded the ring in a circle around where you stood.

“you have a lot of things to offer: the heart, the mindset, the strength — but what you haven’t got? a lot of allies.” you daren’t turn your head fully to look at him, feeling how the intimidating (yet, gorgeous) man stopped behind you. all you were willing to give was a weak glance to your side to see rhea grinning in the darkness. “you could be so powerful if placed with the right people. you have everything it takes, but way too many enemies to take them all down at once.”

edge circled back around, acting like a vulture as it waited for its prey’s final breath. they were determined to wear you down, but you steeled yourself as you let the man continue.

“you have no aid, and when those you’ve betrayed turn on you — well.” edge chuckled to himself, sinister and gravelly in a way that went straight through you. “i’d hate to have a front row seat to your downfall when you could have had so much more.”

poking your tongue into the side of your cheek, you stretched out your neck as you inserted yourself back in the conversation. “your side getting cold, mister? need another body to warm your titleless stampede?” you sneered, finding satisfaction in the glare edge sent you in response. “if you think i’d join your faction just because i’m alone then you don’t know me at all.”

edge clenched his jaw, taking a step towards you as another chant was ignited amongst the crowd. “i know you’re a smart woman, y/n. i think you know we could be the leg up you need to finally take what’s yours. and i must say you’d be better to have us as allies than enemies.”

you pretended to mull it over, but your decision had already been made from the moment you saw them appear. you had gone it alone thus far, and if anything, it was now a matter of proving to yourself, and everyone who doubted you that you could do it.

“do you know what i think when i hear you talk, edge?” this time, it was you who took a step forward, crowding edge where he stood. you had to look up to speak directly to him, but your presence was large enough to veto the difference. “i hear a man who is scared. you all know perfectly well what i’m capable of. none of you could come out to face me one on one, so you just had to band together to prove a point.”

you clicked your tongue before continuing.

“that’s the difference between you and me. i’ve been doing this alone. my enemies don’t try to get to me because they know it’s a losing battle. and i’ll promise you something else,” you placed a hand against his chest for effect, sliding it steadily down until it rested on his sternum “when i win this, alone, without your pathetic help, you’ll be the first person i mention in my thank you speech.”

with that, you dropped your mic to the ground, giving an exaggerated curtsy that had long become your signature, before you clambered out of the ring and made your way down the catwalk to the familiar sound of your music. even those who hated you couldn’t help but cheer after the display, and you weren’t about to stick around to see how judgement day picked up the pieces of your rejection.

there was a certain level of pride in your actions, knowing you had stuck to your own guns. you had barely even faltered when cornered by the hall of famer, and you could use that as a testament to your determination. the congratulations you received from various superstars and company men as you headed backstage (even paul heyman stopped to praise you?!) certainly told the promo had been an overall success despite the interrupt.

there would be a lot to sort at a later date, surely some damage control that your manager would be responsible for, but for now you deserved a shower, and maybe some takeout.

the locker room welcomed you with a familiar squeak of the door, finding the room which you shared with just two others empty due to their lack of scheduling at the company tonight. these were you favourite shows, when you could stretch and take as much time as you needed, no fear of others bursting inside whilst you were kid costume change.

or at least, you thought.

it was just as you were brushing through your hair with your hands, a button down shirt hanging open on your frame over the underwear that the door opened with a clatter. you moved to cover yourself, and scream at whoever was entering unannounced, but then you turned to see the figure standing in the doorway.

edge stared you down, eyes only leaving yours when he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your half dressed body. you buttoned up the mid section of your shirt on instinct, stepping back to your back as the judgement days leader closed the door behind him.

“my answer is still no.” you muttered, trying your best to ignore how he locked the door behind him.

“i know.” he hummed, playing with the bottom of his suit jacket. you had to turn back to your things to avoid his cold gaze “you made that pretty clear with your attempt to embarrass me.”

“nothing personal, sweetheart.” you taunted, surely adding insult to injury.

edge gave a faint growl, suddenly crowding behind you a lot like how he had in the ring. you felt a tug to the hem of your shirt, slapping his hand away before you were even fully turned to face him. he was closer to you now, having chest nearly colliding with your own when you whipped around to shoot him a glare. but all your possible retorts died in your throat when you saw how he was staring at you.

like he wanted to eat you alive.

“oh trust me, sweetheart, i know. to turn down such an opportunity on a personal grudge? now you’d have to be more stupid than i first thought.” one of his hands reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, but it wasn’t sweet in the way most would take that action, it was a fight for ownership.

you stepped back in an attempt to put some space between you and the man, but were met by the bench against the back of your knees, almost causing you to tumble. just before you could slam down against the seat and the hard wood of the locker spaces, an arm was around your waist, steadying you but leaving very little room to breathe.

“get off me.” you whispered, no real heat to your own request.

he knew that too, lips curling in a smirk as he realised he had you right where he wanted you. “you don’t want that, do you, y/n?”

steeling yourself, you choked out an unconvincing “i do”, and just to prove a point, edge released his grip just enough to allow you to slip.

you weren’t proud of how quickly you reacted, grabbing at the collar of the black suit to keep yourself upright and igniting a low chuckle from the man in front of you.

once you had steadied yourself, he was the one to move to release your hands from his collar. you thought he might move back after having made his point, but he didn’t make any attempt to even release his hold on you, instead, taking a step forward until your back was curved as it pushed against the hard wooden beam behind you. the only things holding you up now were the angle and the way you levelled your legs against his.

he used the position to his advantage, sliding his knee in between your thighs, knowing you couldn’t push him away for fear of falling. one of his hands came around your body, not quite touching in a way that would provide pressure, but dancing along your bare thigh enough to pull goosebumps from your skin.

“your little stunt has caused quite the rift amongst us.” he growled, low and rough as his eyes raked your upper body. the top of your shirt had slipped open enough now that you were sure he had the perfect line of view of your chest. “i think you owe me an apology. what do you say?”

his free hand, the one that wasn’t teasing your thigh, journeyed back up your body, coming around rest on the back of your waist. you couldn’t help but arch on instinct, head lifted enough that the space between your faces was almost minimal. he leant forward, breath ghosting over your lips as you mustered as much power as possible to whisper a half hearted “fuck you.”

edge chuckled again in response, hand on your waist giving a firm squeeze before his lips were on your neck. your brain was screaming to move away, but the pleasant sensation that rushed through your body told you otherwise. “you’d like that wouldn’t you.” he mumbled against your skin, trailing a line of kisses down the side of your neck and across your clavicle. you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out as he attached his lips to the bottom of your throat, nipping at the skin there “tell me to stop, babygirl, and i will.”

there was your out, all you needed was to say the word and, despite his harsh acting exterior, the gentleman inside would stop. but you both knew you couldn’t, not with how his hand massaged at your waist, and his lips sucked what would surely be a bruise come the morning into your sensitive neck.

“edge,” you whispered out, hands coming around his neck to tug him closer. he obliged, hand around your waist pulling you up and flush against his body. the movement caused just enough pressure of his knee against your crotch, and the involuntary groan that left your mouth was welcomed by him smashing his lips against yours.

he kissed you ferociously, not wasting any time before sliding his tongue into the mix. then, your feet were off the floor and legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he pushed your back against the locker spaces once more, his waist pressed firmly against yours so that you could feel just how affected he was. you were sure you weren’t much better, feeling the way your body reacted on instinct to the man’s touch.

he supported you enough with his thigh to release one hand from under you to practically undo the two buttons holding your shirt together with an expert flick. the air conditioning hit your body once more, and for someone who wrestled in underwear, you had never felt more exposed than now.

“still not joining.” you mustered up enough courage to whisper the rejection again, gasping loudly when edge used your distraction to cleverly unhook your bra. it didn’t slip off due to the issue of your shirt still being over your arms, but he seemed pleased with himself as he kissed down your chest.

the hand that had worked the magic on your top trailer down your centre, teasing finger pressing until he reached the hem of your underwear. he attached his lips momentarily to your left breast, before his hand found its goal and he cupped your heat through your underwear, a snarky “even now?” breathed into your skin.

you couldn’t help the moan that tore out of you once again as edge slipped your underwear to one side, but this time all that followed was a chuckle of your own as you used your hands to direct his head upwards. just before you collided your lips together once more, you punctuated your laugh with a sly “actually, you’re very convincing.”

[helpfandom]

Yandere TAS! Riddler x Platonic Reader

Hcs under cut. If you're my bestie who told me to do this: <3

Reader just doesn't care in this one, they have been transformed by the Gotham-ite lifestyle of don't care, and as such, is a snarky little bitch to Riddler. Brat is in loose terms.

Why would he take interest you, well... He took interest because you were one of the few who didn't care for his antics, and were one of the fewer who could go toe to toe to him that weren't an enemy. Well, honestly, you didn't care about what he did and went on with your day, and with all that goes on in Gotham, how could you not?

The next part is that in order to get him to not interact with you, you would be a stupid little 'brat'. God, you were slightly insufferable to be around when Riddler would try to antagonize you. "Riddle me this, Riddle me that, why are you such a big 'brat'?"

He's definitely hacked into cameras to watch you interact with people, and once he found out that you interact with people differently than him, he takes it to heart, but in the way that he finds delight in you being a 'brat' to him. He notices that you only are that way to him, If you're only a brat to him, surely that means you're comfortable with him! ...Right?

Despite being 'super intelligent', Riddler is quite unperceptive about the fact that Reader dislikes/hates him. To you, this is just some weirdo on the street who likes to bombard people with riddles and take over Wall street for revenge. But soon you start to notice that he attacks more towards places you go to frequently and even people who, to your knowledge, haven't interacted or offended him. Of course, to him, interacting with his kid is a major offense, so he attacks your parents and friends, even a couple teachers who he thinks aren't teaching you well enough. "My, My, You simply don't have the brains for teaching my dear adolescent, perhaps I should remove it? Hmm?"

Because Reader can go 'toe to toe' with him [most of his riddles have multiple answers that he doesn't realize and when Reader points them out, he takes that as a sign of intelligence, and Reader being able to keep up with his 'genius'], he assumes that Reader has intelligence that can only match his, and as such, he must fuel this potential intelligence. [He means adopt you].

He definitely tries to kidnap you a lot, but with how much he has done schemes related to you, Batman (and maybe Robin if you're friends) already know and stop him.

Although, if he were to kidnap you, he would set up cameras everywhere THAT DOESN'T INTRUDE ON PRIVATE SPACE. So nothing in your bedroom or the bathroom. Everywhere else is free game though. Escape is possible, but unlikely, because of his many cameras and intelligence.

Although, he would fake the idea of an escape in order to test your intelligence, he would put a series of puzzles (Not riddles) and if you solve them all, he congratulates you. He finds a small bit of selfish pleasure in watching you fail to escape, and he thinks that escaping is a game for him, a fun thing for you to challenge his brain.

Absolutely has no idea how to take care of a kid though, so you're screwed if you're super young and don't know how to take care of yourself.

"Listen well, my dear adolescent. I will act as your father figure now. The rest of the society is too,, unintelligent to take care of minds like our own. I will hone your mind until we create father/kid pair the world has never seen!"

"Bro literally, I don't care, your riddles are stupid. Shut up."

"Oh, how I enjoy our banter."

[notagamersdey]

The Edge of Sleep TV Show Review

I’m pleasantly surprised - Full spoiler Warning for the podcast, book and show.

Okay, so I’m a big admirer of marks projects and his channel. I look up to him as a filmmaker. So when I listened to the podcast I was enthralled. I really love the podcast as it is filled with excellent visual storytelling, narrative and is just overall very interesting to me. the book is another story. I bought the book to support the creators of the podcast, and hearing it was going to be similar to what the show was going to be, I thought “what the hell”. Do I regret buying it? A little. The book is wholeheartedly hard to read, the characters became one dimensional and utterly useless and I hate to say annoying. It was tough and after I finished it, I was annoyed that this was the version the show was going to take after.

Well I just binged the show and while I still think the story from the podcast is better. The TV show is a better version of the book. The TV show took away all the aspects of the characters I hated, kept the new scenes and edited them in a way that wasn’t too in your face and added new things that I wasn’t expecting. The only thing that I am disappointed about is the show and book getting rid of the psycho character from the podcast. It’s the first hint we get about the elephant after Dave’s first dream and the whole psycho arc and how he ends up interacting with the characters was very interesting. So I think keeping at least that side story would’ve elevated the tv show a little more.

I’m also surprised by the acting. I had no doubt that mark was a good actor and has gotten better over the years of working on his own projects but I held a little bit of skepticism for this project because of how long ago it was made. You can kinda tell in the first episode that he’s still kinda getting used to being Dave which is not a bad thing. For someone who is self made, I was expecting this and was impressed that he was able to hone it in quickly as quickly as he did. There’s been a few YouTubers or “influencers” that come out in movies in recent years and it’s usually god awful. By the 3rd episode, mark was no longer Mark.

also

Honestly, yes intimacy comes with acting but I wasn’t expecting him to go all in. I’ve never seen him as a person to give affection in front of a camera so it was kind of a shock to see it so plainly. And when Katie died his reaction was *muah* chefs kiss. I’m a sucker for angst and hurt/comfort. And him just stuttering and unable to breathe with guilt and anguish really ughhh! I loved it! Screaming in these situations in film is, sorry to say, over done. Usually feels fake. But idk, when he started asking for more adrenaline I felt it. Props. Man props. It was awesome. And i also wanted to mention that as I was watching I noticed that he seemed more at ease (in character) when he was acting against Lio. I’m not sure if it’s because they became friends, if he’s more comfortable using intimacy or love as a source of emotion in his acting, or what but those were, in my opinion, his best scenes. And props to Lio as well, but I know they can act. But I’m praising mark because I know YouTubers that are serious about acting or filmmaking have trouble being taken seriously in Hollywood. So honestly, as a independent filmmaker who looks up to mark, I’m honestly proud to have supported him and will continue to support him in the future.

anyways, sorry for this wordy rant yall. you guys know the plan. Get it to top ten and Iron Lung here we come!

also, I know it’s essentially his name but a part of me was kind of peeved they put Markiplier in the credits instead of his full name. He’s said in the past that execs and directors and such have only been interested in him because of the amount of followers/subs he has so to me using markiplier just felt like it was because of that. Trying to appeal to his followers or use his name for clout. Obviously it’s whatever makes the show be successful but still. At least as exec producer his full name?? Idk. That’s me.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep2 Musings - At the Chateau

More random musings; this time specifically about The Hunt at the Chateau.

I hate these two wenches specifically, but NGL, they look cool here.

Ohhhh, AMC knew what they were doing, going RIGHT for my ovaries! 😍 DADDY TUAN PHAM! 😍😍

Sincere is one thing. HONEST is another, though. Y'all knew those Americans were sus, Armand. They're not buying that "Bruce" BS, Louis, don't sleep on them!

I am SO BUMMED that we didn't get to SEE this scene; I was so excited!

Now I'll never get to see Louis so bored out of his skull by Santiago's thespian charms that he starts snoring in the middle of the play. U_U

Mr. I Could Not Prevent It, what were YOU doing to protect your man? You slaughter random innocent fledglings just for blinking, but you let your whole coven plot Louis & Claudia's demise right under your nose?

Bull frikkin crap!

Daciana been knew. U_U

Who is the coven LEADER, and the coven MASTER?

"COMPLICIT" finna be my favorite word this season, istg.

SO well said, Louis; as this beastly monstrous coven has TWO heads, these SNAKES, this immortal Hydra that only dies when Hercules cuts its head off and cauterizes the wound.

I am SO ready.

I loooove this transition frame; the Moulin Rouge as the most famous French theatre in pop culture, as Louis snaps his sad photos and Claudia whoops and the Theatre Louis sets on fire takes them hunting to a chateau they'll set on fire.

Reminds me of what Lestat said: "there is a veil between us; but it is a THIN veil." Louis will never be "one" with y'all. He's already bound by "a cord you cannot see, but it is real;" all your Mind Gift's mindscrewing can't un-screw Lestat out of Louis' blood! 😜 Louis drags that camera EVERYWHERE, ducking behind the lens, seeing the world thru a Glass Darkly; a warped perception of time & space. Cuz he's STRUGGLING; looking for God; looking for ("the wrong kind" of) love in all the wrong places.

Look at the things he takes pictures of! He's documenting DEATH; a MASS MURDER--"you are chronicling a suicide"--as the coven rides their bikes to the house they're gonna KILL everyone in. This isn't a mere road trip; this is a HUNT.

Equestrian statues & triumphal arches--monuments of blood-soaked imperialism & colonialism.

Hedonistic bacchic revelries. "I want food, I want sex, I want to go home."

Meanwhile, Claudia's high as a kite, on cloud 9.

EVERYBODY, Claudia? As they pan to Louis? "I hate you both!"

I wanna throw up when I remember Claudia's ashes got mixed with the coven's when the Theatre burned down. U_U No justice, and no peace. Claudia, I would've become the most notorious Parisian poltergeist in history--the Pope himself would've had to come up to perform the exorcism, on god I'd make my death everyone's problem.

But the LOOK on Louis' face, omg.

Whole 5 stages of grief in reverse:

Acceptance: he TRIES to "be one with us," taking on the "collective hunger;" smiling (fake AF) as he tries to soak in Claudia's ecstasy; riding in Armand's sidecar, flirting with the "Maitre," cozying up with his potential new beau

Depression: knowing full well he hates the rampant bloodlust & violence, the carnage in the chateau on fire behind him

Bargaining: Mr. I Only Eat Once Every Other Day, refusing to take part the the slaughter but still standing by--you are all COMPLICIT--while they were being killed; and agreeing to have Armand teach him how to be a better killer by honing the Mind Gift, etc.

Anger: The Fire Gift WHENNNNNNN? Foreshadowing AF! Claudia, you WILL be avenged!

Denial: Lestat WHO? Being told straight to his face that Armand knows he's lying, knows he's been collecting alimony & child support checks from Roget, knows Claudia wants to join the coven that set up a frikkin shrine to the dude, knows Santiago's a cheap imitation of Lestat, knows DreamStat's gonna keep haunting the narrative, I can't

An EFFED UP Gothic Romance.

The book stans who keep complaining about this show are just willfully ignoring what AMC's doing here. There is PLENTY we can complain about absolutely! But overall this adaptation is a slam dunk.

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY EXCLUSIVE!

MEET SSICK, THE NEXT GENERATION ROCKSTARS — by Seospicy.

“Live is our thing."

The frontman of the trio that has been making a roar in the music industry, Han, boldly states.

"I’m not saying no other bands can touch us, but that’s our expertise. I think there are so many bands who are better than us at recording, writing songs, singing, and playing guitars or whatever, but in terms of creating an atmosphere I think we’re the best."

The confidence is backed by the number of people squeezing themselves into the pit and filling the entire venue to experience that atmosphere.

Lucky for them, the band will be more than happy to play all of their biggest hits. It's the 'SSICK' thing: giving people what they want.

Unlike other bands, they don't shy away from playing their hits in their show, one after another, and remembering that all of the tracks in their recent albums made it to the chart, they probably have to play the whole lot.

"People pay for tickets with their hard-earned money and they are willing to wait outside for hours to see us," the 23 years old Felix provides the simplest of reasons behind their hits-packed setlist.

Meeting Han at a college party back in 2018 and forming a band with him weeks later felt nothing less than him taking on the right path as he proudly admits that being a drummer for a rock band is his dream.

He fits the name of the band with his unique way of drumming, Felix confirmed that he learned a lot from watching Keith Moon who was famously known for his eccentric drum playing.

"It’s only right that we give them what they want!" Felix finishes with a gentle nod.

His bandmate's words only convinced Han that the show must go on. Ignoring their tour manager, Vin, who has given him three options to handle the situation: sing as normal, get the audience to help him sing, or pull the gig.

"We're not pulling the gig!" Han persists with a scarf tightly wrapped around his neck and regularly drinks his bottled water.

If Ssick has made it this far- two sold-out shows, a top 10 debut album, and a headliner for a festival this summer - it's all because of Han's work ethic, about which he’s earnest to the point of being endearing.

Half an hour before the show, the rest of the band again propose canceling the gig, Han won't even hear it but he's up for a compromise, he won't be playing instruments tonight.

"Hyunjin is so good. He plays like there’s 10 of him anyway," Han says and, at the same time, professes his admiration for Hyunjin's incendiary guitar skill.

As for Han, who gladly gave up playing guitar for the band and picks up the bass ever since, playfully adds, “I’ve hated guitar since I started. It hurts my hands. It’s heavy. It cost me money to buy when I was a kid. They break."

Hyunjin might have been the last to join but Ssick wasn't the first band he played with. He has toured with a band as an additional member, the experience helped him hone his skill that Felix and Han felt like they have to step up their game to get to his level of greatness.

However, the twin, what fans like to call them due to their birth dates only a day apart, stated that the band feels brand new the second Hyunjin decided to join and completed the triangle.

"I feel like they're the right people to create something together with," Hyunjin sheepishly talks for the first time during the interview.

Opposite to his explosive and electrifying stage act, Hyunjin is mostly quiet off the stage yet he doesn't refuse to tell the one thing we're all dying to know.

"First, they don't insist their music on me," he elegantly answers, legs crossed with his hand touching his lower lip.

"I've been with bands that already set their roots without my involvement so it's nice to finally be a part of something from the ground up," he adds.

It seems like it's the first time the other two learning about it too. It's this tender moment like this that can't be captured on camera that speaks the loudest.

Han bursts the silence by tapping Felix on the shoulder, "I thought you offered him money to make him join us," he jokes.

It's still a mystery what Felix did to appeal Hyunjin as he refuse to tell going into the details, but he surely did his job well.

The atmosphere is there the moment they step into the stage. They opened the show with their latest single and despite Han's voice is not at its hundred percent, he made it alright until the end of the first three songs.

With head bowed down, he apologized in advance to the people who made ten thousand tickets sold out in under twenty minutes for his unfit condition to carry a gig.

"I'll make sure everyone goes home with a beer tonight," he promises some sort of consolation, an unconventional one.

After playing their big radio hit, 'One', it's one that worked to make people's head turns and turn them into fans, it somehow rejuvenates him that everyone wondering what he apologized for.

But that doesn't mean he forgot about his promise, as everyone got a can of beer on their way out of the venue.

Considering that Han wrote most of the band's songs, no one doubted that it was coming from his pocket.

Instead of using the chance to brag, he chose to reminisce the time when Felix and him sitting on the carpeted floor of the tiny studio they rented from the old days, weeks after knowing their debut album shoots up to the fourth rank.

"I remember asking Felix, ‘Are we doing this right?’ and Felix went 'Ah, but we’re keeping our feet on the ground'."

Felix testifies to his story by nodding along to what Han saying.

"I said: ‘Isn’t that what rock ‘n’ roll’s about? Aren’t you supposed to lose your feet for a bit?’" Han concludes.

Well, rock and roll aren’t fueled by humility, after all; it’s fueled by guts, guitars, and guys with a hunger for more.

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READ MORE SSICK ON SEOSPICY'S UPCOMING FIC SERIES: ON TOUR.

RELEASE DATES:

06.09 PART I - SOUNDCHECK.

06.16 PART II - OPENING ACT.

06.23 PART III - UNPLUGGED.

06.30 PART IV - ENCORE.

(With previews available every Thursday!)

[sodaabaa]

silver eyes, part one

grayson hawthorne x OC

when tobias hawthorne is declared dead, one of his last wishes is for clare jones return to texas for the reading of his will. but when clare arrives, she does everything in her power to avoid grayson hawthorne, the hate of her life (hey, if the love of your life can be a thing, so can the hate of your life). 

tw: spoilers for anyone who hasn't read the inheritance games, mentions of death.

a/n: i aged the characters up just a teensy bit – so at the start of the events of book 1 grayson is 19 here, OC is 18, jameson and avery are 18, etc… but the events of the past take place when grayson was 17/jameson 16 just to allow more time in between the past and the present. hope you all enjoy!

masterlist playlist

prologue

Tobias Hawthorne is dead. Clare read the letter again – it would be her sixth time reading the same four words over again, trying to put some kind of meaning to them. 

Tobias Hawthorne is dead and he wants Clare to attend the reading of his will at the Hawthorne Estate? The old man had been a grandfather figure for her, her parents were both partners at McNamara, Ortega, and Jones (well one of them was the Jones in McNamara, Ortega and Jones) so Tobias Hawthorne had taken Clare under his wing along with his four grandsons. He had been good to her. He pushed her to be the best she could be -- always urging her to think faster, smarter, hone her skills. Without Tobias Hawthorne, she wouldn't be where she was today. So if Mr. Hawthorne wanted her to be there, then hell, she’d be there – even if it meant seeing him.

⚜ ⚜ ⚜ 

Clare’s chest rose as she breathed in deep, her eyes trained on the daunting golden gates staring back at her. They looked exactly as they had nearly four years ago now. She stepped forward, mustering up all the strength she had as she pushed the buzzer.

“Hawthorne Residence, how may I help you?” A voice chimed from the speaker besides the buzzer. 

She cleared her throat, “I’m here for the reading of the will,” She held the envelope to the camera, “Clare Jones.” 

“Oh! Yes, come in, come in,” the attendant exclaimed.

The gates unlocked with a loud click as they pushed forward, allowing Clare to get a full view of the estate. From the gates, it looked massive – like something you’d see only in a fairytale. Before she could stand there and gawk for too long, a security guard in a golf cart pulled up to escort her to the main building. As they approached, Clare felt her heartbeat quicken, her hands became clammy, her cheeks began to flush. She couldn’t fight the childhood memories from flooding in – four boys and a girl, laughing, running, puzzles, games, the treehouse, silver eyes. She pinched the side of her leg in an attempt to ground herself. 

The golf cart came to a halt and she thanked the driver before reluctantly stepping out to stand before the doors to the foyer, unable to will herself to go inside. 

This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here, doubt started creeping into her mind. Her hands prickled with anxiety. I can’t do this. I can’t see him.

“Clarissa Jones, is that you?” That familiar southern drawl brought her back to reality and she whipped around, hard enough that she stumbled. 

“Woah there –” 

“Nash!” She ran right into his arms, he wrapped his arms around her in return as he stumbled back from the impact.

“Well hello there stranger,” He chuckled. Nash didn’t pull away until Clare did, and when she did, she was met with a warm smile and fond look in his eyes. Nash was the best not-actually-your-big-brother a girl could have ever asked for. He bandaged countless scrapes, mended several broken hearts, and was always there when she needed a shoulder to cry on. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” She said, teary-eyed – when had she gotten teary-eyed?

“And here I thought you forgot all about lil ol’ me while you were at Yale with all those fancy-pants snobs,” He teased.

“How could I ever forget my favorite not-actually-big-brother?’ 

Before should could say anything else, another familiar voice shouted out to them from behind.

“Hey! I thought I was your favorite not-actually-brother – glad to see Yale has changed you, traitor!” She turned back around only to be met with a flash of curly black hair and then BAM – Clare nearly fell back from the impact of Xander’s tackle-hug.

I guess I should have seen that one coming.

She laughed, all prior anxiety had since dissipated.

“You can be my favorite not-actually-little-brother,” She replied in between a fit of laughter.

Xander pulled away abruptly, “Good enough, truce?” He held his hand out and she took it with an overly exaggerated furrowed brow and firm shake of the hand.

“If you all are finished with your reunion, can we go inside?” Alisa. Always ready to get down to business. Clare scoffed, it was good to know some things never change. After a brief, business-like greeting with Alisa, the four of them made their way inside and ran into a few more Hawthornes in the foyer. There stood Zara, Skye, Jameson and –,

“Who’s she,” She whispered to Xander.

“Oh, Mystery Girl. Her name’s Avery. The old man wanted her here – why? We don’t know yet.”

Weird, Clare thought to herself. Then again, Tobias Hawthorne worked in mysterious ways and she had learned over time to let things play out in order to understand what he had been thinking. Clare’s eyes anxiously scanned over the rest of the room. 

“Grayson’s not here yet,” Xander leaned in to whisper to her, sympathy shining in his eyes. At the sound of his name, Clare’s stomach did a flip. 

As if on cue, steady, commanding footsteps echoed through the foyer. If her stomach was flipping before – it was now doing olympic-medal-worthy-somersaults. She breathed in, willing her anxiety away to no avail. She pressed her clammy hands against the sides of her thighs as Grayson walked by. If he’d noticed she was here, he didn’t show it.

By the time Grayson had made it to the middle of the foyer, drawing everyone’s attention to himself – Clare had managed to unconsciously hide herself behind Xander and Nash, blocked slightly by their towering frames and broad shoulders. Maybe if Grayson truly hadn’t seen her, she could slip away unnoticed by the end of this whole thing and return to her normal life, far, far away. Though Clare should’ve known better; nothing ever managed to slip from Grayson’s attention. His eyes caught hers immediately. She looked away, at Alisa, trying to focus her attention on anything but Grayson’s silver eyes burning through her but she couldn’t control her eyes from flitting back to Grayson – only to see that he was still staring at her. 

Alisa clapped her hands to signal the start of what they had all come for, thankfully drawing Grayson’s attention away from her -- for now.

“Thank you all for coming, I know it’s been a grueling journey for some of you so let’s get started.”

⚜ ⚜ ⚜

"Clarissa Jones, Mr. Hawthorne has left behind $400,000 US Dollars to be deposited into your bank account with the sole condition that you remain a resident of the Hawthorne Estate for one year, effective immediately."

Clare replayed the words in her head. There had to be some kind of mistake. Not only was Tobias Hawthorne giving her more money than his grandsons and daughters – but he was forcing her to live with them for a whole year. Part of her asked if it would be worth it, to live with Grayson Hawthorne, the man she swore she’d never see again, for $400K. It was just enough to pay for her tuition with some change leftover to do with as she pleased. Clare had to admit it was a tempting offer as she paced back and forth in the garden, running over the situation in her mind again.

“Uh-oh, Clare’s got that look on her face,” Jameson’s familiar voice startled her out of her thoughts. She turned to face her “twin” Hawthorne.

Jamie and Clare were mere weeks apart in age, thus, “twins.” The pair were inseparable as children, constantly getting into trouble and then scolded by Grayson, who always acted older than he was to their great annoyance.

She found him leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, sporting a leather jacket, dark jeans, and that damned charming smile. 

“Yeah? And what look would that be?” She replied.

“The one that says you’re planning an escape,” He replied.

She rolled her eyes, “I’m not planning my escape – yet.” 

He laughed, the type of laugh that came right from the heart.

“C’mere Jones,” He walked over with arms wide open. Clare scoffed but his presence always proved to lift her spirits. She welcomed his embrace, burying her face into the familiarly scented leather jacket. 

“It might be fun y’know,” Jamie said as he pulled away.

“Living with the four of you and some random girl I just met today? Yeah, I think it’ll be a blast,” sarcasm dripped off her words.

Maybe it could have been fun had she and Grayson been on speaking terms but alas, that was not the case.

“We can make sure there’s plenty of space between your room and you-know-whose room,” Jamie wiggled his eyebrows at her, trying to convince her to stay.

She shoved him in the shoulder, both amused and annoyed at his offer. He did have a point, she had to admit. The Hawthorne Estate had multiple wings, each spanning thousands of square feet with a plethora of bedrooms, hidden passages, libraries, and recreational rooms galore. It wouldn’t be a difficult task to avoid Grayson.

“I have school – I can’t just put Yale on pause for a year.” 

Jamie shrugged, “I’m sure they can be convinced to let you do remote work for a year. Has anyone ever refused an offer from a Hawthorne?”

[violentlyexplosive]

man, trying to find good fan-written work featuring a blind/visually impaired character (or reader) is like wading through waterfalls of literal shit. like I hate being mean about this kinda stuff, I understand not everyone on the planet knows what it's like to not be able to see properly, but for the love of GOD, GOOGLE IT. OR ASK SOMEONE. OR JUST DON'T WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU KNOW LESS THAN NOTHING ABOUT.

if you're hell bent on writing a visually impaired or blind person, here are some quick pointers so you don't come across as an ableist prick:

99% of us don't hate being blind. some of us were born this way. others have had plenty of time to come to terms with whatever happened to us. for a whole lot of us, it is simply a fact of life, and not something we even really think a lot about on a day to day basis. I am sure there are tons of low vision people out there that do hate it, but it is an incredibly individualised and nuanced experience. please for the love of all literary goodness, don't do the whole "oh woe is me, I'm blind, however will I go on!!!" thing. it's tired, overdone, and frankly a little insensitive.

WE DON'T JUST SEE DARKNESS. WE DON'T SEE BLACK. WE DO NOT SEE. for some people, like myself, we have significant vision loss, but can still see clearly enough to move through life without much difficulty. for others, they might have large blind spots, and small sections of vision to rely on. only a very small percentage of us have absolutely 0 vision, and in those cases, it isn't "darkness" or "pitch black" that one sees- it is nothing. I know it can be hard to wrap your head around, but a common example used is: bend your arm and point your elbow forward. what does your elbow see? nothing, right? not blackness, not darkness- just the absence of sight. that is what total blindness looks like.

ok, so I'm aware this one people are getting better about, but it bears repeating: blind people do not touch faces to "see" them. why the fuck would we do that. I'm sure with close family members, romantic partners, or even friends, it may be something one does just for the fuck of it, or to make note of a specific feature (i.e. hair texture, nose shape, scars, etc,) but nobody is out here using their fingers to map out people's faces just on the reg. do you have any idea how awkward that would be. I don't know where your face has been, and I'd frankly rather just imagine the specifics of your features and admire your blurry visage WITHOUT my fingies, thank you very much.

OUR OTHER SENSES ARE NOT MAGICALLY ENHANCED. we're not superheroes, we're disabled. sure, over time, we might come to rely on our other senses more, and hone them better, but we're not fucking Daredevil. I can't hear the buzzing of my lightbulbs because I'm legally blind and super cool (unfortunately,) I hear them because I'm fucking autistic.

a good chunk of us don't know how to read braille. an unfortunate side effect of having text to speech functions on phone cameras is the loss of this skill. if i can't read something, I ask someone else to read it for me, or I take a picture and zoom in. braille differs from country to country, language to language, etc etc. even if I learned Irish braille (written as Gaeilge, by the way, so not even in English!) I would not be able to read braille in my native language of Swedish. and beyond drugstore products, it typically isn't used much. I've rarely, if ever, found braille menus, instruction manuals, books, etc. and with modern technology, learning and knowing braille is falling increasingly out of style.

not all blind eyes look milky/all white. my fully blind eye is constantly closed, but my functioning, legally blind eye is perfectly normal in appearance. in fact, you've probably met one or two people in your life who would qualify as legally blind/low vision who function and, through all outward appearances, are no different from you.

we are not weak little babies that need protecting. I'd argue that visually impaired people can probably get around better than some fully sighted people, purely because we're forced to be more aware of our surroundings. not to mention some of us have guide dogs or friends/family/what-have-you to help us manoeuvre when necessary. just because we can't see well doesn't mean we're damsels in distress incapable of wiping our own asses. we're people with personalities and skill sets and life experiences, not infants.

ok so I'm sure this has come across as aggressive and/or rude, but yknow what? I don't particularly care anymore. I have seen far too many ignorant and uneducated people try to write or otherwise portray blind/visually impaired characters using guesswork and stereotypes from television, and I've just hit a wall in terms of being able to disregard it and not care. I do care. a whole lot, apparently. I'm tired of seeing random people on the internet deciding they'll write a low vision character and butchering it so terribly it makes me physically cringe. if you have to write a character with a visual disability, I implore you to read a fucking book, google it for 15 minutes, hell, make a reddit post or something to ask actual visually disabled people about their experiences so you're not making a fool of yourself, talking out of your ass and insulting an entire category of human beings. it is that easy.

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Reality Bites

Summer is over (unofficially you know. It ends for sure on Sept 22 but I have looked at Labor Day as the end because I am either sentimental or senile) and thank goodness. I am tired of all the reruns on in between the Olympics and some other sporting events. This year I decided to expand my viewing so I began to binge watch some shows. Not just any shows but reality shows. I am not talking about those ones about celebrities, dating, large families etc. I am talking about ones with true human conflict.

There were four I honed in on: Customer Wars, Neighborhood Wars, Road Wars and Court Cam (which could really be called Court Wars) All of these shows have one thing in common in that they show people at their worst. Now even though these shows are on A&E (an educational station?) and feature a lot of Americans (only 99%) this is not an indictment on Americans in general. Just the numerous ones that fit the ABC profile. (Americans Be Crazy) If you have never watched these shows, it is both a blessing and a shame. It will make you feel good about how you personally behave but also gives you a lower opinion of the human spirit.

I am always looking for new opportunities so I have come up with some new shows that could be produced using cell videos like the ones above. The ones above are fairly explanatory as to the venue each takes place in and who the combatants might be, but to make sure there is no ambiguity on what I am proposing I will give explanations on each. Let me know what you think.

Tourist Wars: People (Americans) are dropped into countries where no locals speak English. Good thing they can't carry guns across borders.

Work Wars: Everyone spends a lot of time at work. Most hate it. We need to capture those moments on film before everyone works from home.

Family Wars: There should be lots of footage of family gatherings at Thanksgiving, Christmas, Weddings etc. Who doesn't want to see some idiot make mom cry because her gravy was lumpy, or an uncle roll down the stairs because he may have had one too many.

Bar Wars: Mixing alcohol with self-righteous millennials is a recipe for violence and hilarity all rolled into one. Throw in guys who hit on other guys' girlfriends and watch out.

Star Wars: (No not that one) You can't tell me there is not a lot of footage of celebrities at their worst. Watch as two of them both think they deserve the last table at an exclusive restaurant. Or better yet unofficial footage when the movie cameras aren't rolling and we get to see what they truly think of each other.

Pet Wars: Anyone that has had more than one pet at a time knows the gold mine of events that happens in the house on a daily basis. Every house should have at least one dog and a cat. Good law.

Fan Wars: Is anyone more hostile than a true Sports fan? Send busloads into enemy territory during a big game and wait for the fireworks. (Provide them with an open bar during the bus ride for maximum results.)

Old Man Wars: What can I say? We are opinionated, cranky, and we know more than anyone else. Put us in any situation and it will be entertaining. Caution: actions may appear to be in slow motion but that is really as fast as we can move.

I will submit this and wait for the A&E people to send me a cheque for my ideas.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: It seems that in today's environment any time there is more than one person doing something conflict arises. We need to change that.

[abyssal-cryptid]

More Tears of the Kingdom thoughts (SPOILERS)

You hunt koroks again lets goo and yes there is new puzzle types

Them being in different locations implies canon version Link hunted all of them down

PAYA IS CHIEF OF KAKARIKO

The chasms are terrifyingly deep. Nope. Scary. I dont even want to know

Every single shrine has outsmarted me

WHERE IS HESTU I NEED MORE INVENTORY SPACE

The Koroks who go "I need to find my friend" require you to bring them to their friend. Reward for each is several korok seeds

Zelda keeps appearing in her Zonai fit and then disappearing. Rude. But as I said, Skyward Sword vibes.

HYRULE TOMATOES

Also Golden Apples for some reason???

Great Fairies have Moved Away

Still dont know how to get a camera please I need to return to photography simulator

Ascend is best ability

WHY IS THE STEALTH GEAR 5000 RUPEES EACH PIECE

Why is making money here so hard

I recommend visiting the shrine of resurrection. Thats all Im going to say. Its entirely overgrown

All traces of sheikah machinery is gone everywhere. I still expect to see shrines but no

I admit I am still afraid of guardians while I run around Hyrule field

I hate the transportation machines as a game mechanic

Blood moons still exist

Havent seen any of Ganondorf after the beginning cutscenes

The new map towers just straight up launch you into the sky

OH MY GOD THE MEMORIES YOU FIND

Found Hestu. Does a little dance for you WITH KOROKS. Best day of my life

You have a profile on Purah Pad for every main npc btw

REMEMBER THE DARK SKINNED WOMAN WE SAW IN TRAILERS WHO LOOKED LIKE ZELDA? SHE'S QUEEN SONIA, RAURU'S WIFE AND THE FIRST QUEEN OF HYRULE

I love her look and voice

I wonder if she and Rauru are looking for a third I am in love

I cant wait to what kind of fucked up creations the furry porn community makes with the Zonai

Also please someone write a 300k word fanfic about Rauru and Sonia, I will give you my soul

I miss Revali's gale and my armor sets so much

Tulin is adorable

There is so many new enemies and I hate them all

All my weapons are shit because I avoid fighting because I die instantly

BOTW was post apocalyptic, TOTK is during an apocalypse and you can tell

My jaw hurts. Ive played this game for like 9 hours straight now. Havent done anything much other than explore

This feels more old Zelda games than BOTW did, its a mix of them and BOTW

Gloom is scary and I need to make porridge

You can make food that makes you glow

I miss having Majora's mask

Why are Yiga still a thing

Honing in on target arrows are amazing

KANELI IS DEAD BTW and Teba is new chief. I wept

[megashadowdragon]

Sly Cooper 5 Prediction: The Death of The Panda King.

Now, for some backstory behind the pic, for those who love fandom as much as I do: the return of the villainous Clockwerk, arch-nemesis of the Cooper family of master thieves!

"What? But Clockwerk was destroyed at the end of Sly 2!" I hear many who played Sly 2 exclaim. To this, I reply: "More specifically, his BODY was destroyed." Sure, the Hate Chip that fueled its indestructibility was crushed, causing the whole thing to age into nothingness. Killed Off for Real, right?

But wait! Those who paid attention to the espionage mission in Canada during "He Who Tames the Iron Horse" will remember Arpeggio mentioning a "Clockwerk Brain."--ostensibly, the one remaining piece of Clockwerk that was organic (though likely sealed inside a plexiglass bubble and preserved with sci-fi fluids). But we never actually SAW it...and, since Arpeggio planned to use Clockwerk's body for his own, I suspect he left that part out when putting the FRAME back together.

So sure, all the OTHER major Clockwerk parts were accounted for. But the question remains...what became of Clockwerk's BRAIN? What if it had still be active all this time--if CLOCKWERK had still been cognizant? And what if the Hate Chip was really just a CONDUIT for Clockwerk's hatred--something to gather the negative forces seething in his mind and channel it throughout his mechanical shell, just as he could once focus his hate through every fiber of his flesh and blood?

Which brings me to the events of my fandom--though few were ever aware of it, he secretly influenced events behind the scenes. For more details, I've got a fanfic up on FF.net called "A Cold-Hearted Interlude," via my handle: Lonephantom

Long story short, Clockwerk survived. And now he's returned in a new body--sleeker, more graceful, and far more worthy of his stated goal of surpassing the Cooper family's skill as master thieves. After all, his old body--large, heavily-armored, and equipped with heavy firepower--is suited more for outright warfare than for the stealth and subtlety of a master thief.

That isn't to say that he's a pushover now, though. Far from it. Clockwerk's new body includes, among other things, upgraded versions of his old body's weaponry...

--- -Integrated pulse blasters built into his palms, modified from the first weapon he employed during his duel with Sly back in the Krack-Karov Volcano.

-The razor-sharp talons on his feet and hands have been specially honed, allowing him to slice into plates of steel--and thanks to his new humanoid frame, it's much easier for Clockwerk to utilize them in hand-to-hand combat.

-His artificial eyes are equipped with multi-purpose camera lenses, allowing him to see in regular, nightvision, infra-red, and ultraviolet. More importantly, Clockwerk's improved upon the hypnotic qualities that made his old set of eyes so valuable to the Contessa--by making eye contact with his foe, he can emit an eerie pulse of light that disorients them, leaving them more susceptible to both physical and emotional attack.

-Fans of Sly 1 and 2 will remember one of Clockwerk's deadlier weapons--the electro-rings that Sly had to fly through in the first game and shoot out in the second. In his new body, the mechanical owl's pectoral plates can slide open to expose a pair of integrated launchers, from which they can be fired. Like in Sly 2, these rings can generate a building charge that bursts out in the immediate vicinity like a land-mine, or an inward current to zap anyone who gets caught in the loop. What's more, the rings now have the ability to constrict, trapping an opponent in a rope-less lasso before emitting their debilitating shock.

-See those darker panels on his wings? Clockwerk can focus energy into them to generate a protective shield, allowing him to withstand the likes of a full rocket barrage from the Panda King! However, using the shield eats up power, so the villainous owl can't keep up the same kind of perpetual force-field that he apparently had in the first game (the thing that Carmelita's Shock Pistol had to de-stabilize before Sly could get his shots through).

-Laser bits--just as his old body could unleash security lasers in a last-ditch effort to protect him if he was ever badly damaged, Clockwerk has installed a set of miniature drones equipped with multidirectional thrusters, each one capable of emitting a concentrated laser beam. While relatively easy to dodge separately, the drones have been designed to operate in tandem with one another, creating lethal patterns of scarlet energy or snapping off quick bursts. On the plus side, though, they're rather fragile--a deftly thrown projectile or explosive could short-circuit them. And, like Clockwerk's wing-mounted shield generators, the beam bits have to recharge now and then--they can't fire endlessly. ----

[bdawkins8]

Blog Post 9

Artifact: https://www.theverge.com/2024/7/31/24209969/google-maps-destination-guidance-waze-camera-events

To stay on the same track as previous posts, this artifact relates to an article published by The Verge in July of 2024 relating to GPS systems.

The article informs the reader on the increasingly similarities, promoted by software updates, that Google Maps has undergone; specifically in relation to Google Maps similarities to Waze.

The good thing is that no one's toes are being stepped on here: Waze and Google Maps are both owned by Google, so it was most definitely an intentional choice to bring these two navigation apps even closer to one another.

I find it interesting that I have such strong feelings about both of these navigation apps; with Waze reigning number one and Google Maps at the very bottom of that list, however long it may be. I hate Google Maps for a number of reasons...but we won't get into that right now.

One update to Google Maps noted in this article, however, piqued my interest.

"Google Maps service is also adding new destination guidance that will identify a building’s entrance as you approach it. The feature will pinpoint the exact building you’re navigating to by highlighting it in red, with a green indicator pointing to the main entrance of the building. Google will also start showing nearby parking lots," (Shakir, 2024).

An update like this is exciting for people with driving anxiety like me, who nearly go into breakdown mode when in an unfamiliar area and there is parking involved.

According to the article, Waze saw some cool updates, too: "Waze users can now report new types of traffic cameras, like those that go off if you drive in the bus or HOV lanes or those that check for seat belts and whether you’re texting and driving. "

Waze has really honed in on the traffic violation prevention, which I am sure many people appreciate.

In regards to the textbook—"Futuring"—I thought of what categories of DEGEST this trend may fall into. DEGEST is a means of classifying trends, with each letter referring to a different category.

The trend of increased traffic knowledge on navigation apps—while actively on the road—is an interesting one. In this case, I would say it most definitely falls into the T (Technology) category, but also the S (Society) category. This trend impacts society in that it makes us more informed drivers, but also allows us to avoid violations and be more efficient in our trips. As a whole, society will benefit from this, of course. But what are the costs...?

I'll explore that in my next post.

[bill-needle]

How did you end up at SCTV Bill? And also maybe what were you up to before coming to SCTV

It's nothing interesting, really. Basically anybody in Melonville who can hold their own in front of a camera has worked on some show or another for SCTV.

If I'm remembering correctly, it was Guy himself who had read a few reviews I'd done for the local paper. I know it was him who asked me to come on board, at least.

They didn't have much for me to do at first. They called me the "resident angry commentator", which was true enough. Even when I didn't have a real job at the station, Guy would insist on me coming in every now and again, and I would comment - angrily - on whatever nonsense was happening around me. This only further endeared me to Guy. I was a shoo-in for Mailbag after whatever happened to Bob Clark, and the rest is history.

As for my background, I got my degree in journalism and worked a few unremarkable office jobs. Pretty dreary stuff, but it left me enough free time for other pursuits. That's when I really started honing my critical edge. If great art comes from suffering, great criticism comes from boredom.

Honestly, it's hard for me to recall my life before SCTV. For better or worse, I've found a family here. I guess that makes me the loner cousin that everybody hates.