#oh these tags are so spoilery

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[bookinit02]

in honor of my s5 announcement this week, here’s one of the scenes from the first episode! hope you all like it🫶🏻

[mourn-and-watch]

is this anything

[muninnhuginn]

Thinking about how Bodies (2023) uses "representation" in such an intentional way. Every one of the four protagonists has an aspect about them which heavily affects how they relate to the era they live in. And how all four of them are police despite or even because of that.

Hillinghead. Gay in the Victorian era. He's defensive enough about it that he actively tries to arrest Henry when he finds incriminating photographs that display Henry's own sexuality. Hillinghead can't afford to let anything like that slip because what if it reflects back on him? Reflects back on his family, who he does care for dearly. He joined the police to hide and he plays the part for years until he realises what he may have missed out on.

Karl. Jewish in the 1940s. Changes the name he goes by to a name that sounds more stereotypically English, not because it's something he wants to be called, but so that he blends in. He hasn't been to the synagogue in years but he still knows where it is and he still returns there when he's not sure where else he can go. He's personable, but ultimately, not particularly trusting. And yet, he bonds with Esther almost immediately - a shared background goes a long way.

Shahara. Muslim in the 2020s. Is heavily aware of how race and perceived religion make a situation more dangerous when the police are involved. Is strong-armed by superiors into trying to approach Muslim witnesses because "only she is in the position to" and they know that she ultimately wants to help. She can't afford to refuse when she knows the consequences if she doesn't.

Iris. Disabled in the 2050s. This is a time where it's implied the world has largely left aside conflict relating to sexuality or religion. But despite mobility aids being available in her time, they're only available to those who "contribute". She has internalised the idea that she must sacrifice her autonomy to the state in order to live a life similar to an abled person, and that she must be thankful for this opportunity. Her brother had the same choice as her though, and he chose differently.

[ravs6709]

Reading unraveled now

[spinecurlingmice]

just watched theee best movie ever oh my god whats up with shit trying to push me to tears this year!!!!!!!!! the wild robot btw. genuinely got really emotional and had to hold my face all stiff to not cry UGHHHH SO GOOD. watch it if u can nnn.. not only was it just so fucking gorgeous visually but writing wise too . like oh my WORDDD??? oh my god. ill shut up. no spoilies but UGH the progression was so good it was so good . so emotional ugh... cute as shit though

gooo watch the wild robot it is soo good. it was so good.

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

this is the first thing i made after i finished dunmeshi im pretty sure

[soup-for-ghosts]

born of strife and sadness

[basslinegrave]

feeling very "oh no! anyway" rn but i hope to get around. i just had an overall shitty day i guess (or at least "mid" to shitty) and i kept getting taken out of the immersion by little kids yaping away (and their parents not stopping them) and the godawful dub plus i had extremely low blood pressure again so it was just like looking at a powerpoint presentation of someone badly explaining the movie while the fandubs were playing in the back of my head (second half/ending of the movie was just "THATS RIGHT YOU UGLY LITTLE GIRL" and "tire tire tire tire tire")

[landinrris]

Photographer! Lando fic snippet

A bit more from the first half of the fic that I wanted to share while I finish everything up (It's up to 30k with one plot bullet left. Help me). In which Carlos and Lando have a moment of quiet conversation and introspection that doesn't reveal too much.

In terms of the championship, Hungary is a disaster.

Carlos’ car goes into anti-stall when the lights go out, dropping him into the pack headed for turn 1. And then Stroll must forget to use his mirrors or something because the next thing Lando’s aware of from his spot in the garage is them touching and Carlos coming over Lando’s headset to report a puncture.

All the cars are so close together that Carlos is relegated to the back of the field. He manages to make it up to fifth, but the points differential between him and Max when Max finishes in first swings the championship in the opposite direction.

Carlos came to Hungary the leader and is leaving in second.

Lando can already picture the headlines, the talks of how this is the beginning of the end. Red Bull will run away with the championship now. Another Ferrari fake-out. It was nice while it lasted.

But the car is still good. Better than good. Carlos got it from thirty seconds off P20 up to P5 on a difficult to pass track. The speed is there, Carlos just has to come back from this and stamp his authority on what Lando is adamant is his.

Lando follows much the same protocol in trailing Carlos up to his room as he did in Silverstone. The mood in the lower level of hospitality is moderately subdued compared to past weeks. It’s plain to see who does and doesn’t care about the championship element.

It should be admirable how Lando holds himself back. Unlike last time, one of the full-time Ferrari photographers catches Lando before he can make a break for the stairs. Lando wants to tell him to fuck off, but he really doesn’t want to get fired over something so stupid. So, he reluctantly spends an additional five minutes going over details of their photos and what each of them are going to post and forward on to others.

When Lando eventually manages to pull himself upstairs, Carlos’ door is slid open, very much the opposite to how Lando expected it to be. He half-expected to need to beg Carlos to open the door and even then still be denied, but there’s no begging apparently.

From halfway across the floor, Lando can hear the soft cadence of Carlos speaking to someone. It takes Lando a few seconds to realize Carlos is speaking Spanish. He briefly wonders who Carlos could be talking to since he hadn’t seen Caco walk up after him. Only when Lando gets to the door and peers in does he see Carlos on FaceTime with someone.

He’s sitting on the floor like he was last week when Lando found him. He’s still in his race suit this time. Without pausing in his words, Carlos flits his eyes over to Lando and then back to his phone. Lando takes it as a good sign that Carlos doesn’t immediately ask him to leave.

Lando could walk away and leave Carlos to his phone call or even just stand there until Carlos hangs up. His heart’s still in his throat though, overriding Lando’s sense of self-preservation.

He picks his way across the room, careful to stay quiet and unseen by Carlos’ camera. He feels like a little kid when he sits down cross-legged at the end of Carlos’ stretched out legs.

Listening to Carlos speak is calming even though Lando can practically hear the pain in his voice. He’s still fresh from the race, his hair no longer wet but rather sticking up in multiple directions like he’s run his hands through it several times in frustration. Lando wants to reach over smooth it down.

Lando shifts his eyes down to Carlos’ feet still clad in his race boots. Maybe it’s childish to reach out and pull the lace to untie first his right and then his left. A hint of a smile tugs briefly at the edge of Carlos’ mouth. Lando’s fingers pick at the edge of the criss-crosses near Carlos’ toes like they’re a musical instrument.

When Carlos hangs up with who Lando learns are his parents, they sit in silence for a few moments. Like they’re each trying to see who’s going to speak first. As the seconds stretch on, Lando watches Carlos’ shoulders fall.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” Lando decides on saying finally. He really doesn’t want Carlos to snap at him like he had last week. Doesn’t think he has it in him to snap back this time.

“So don’t.”

“It’s gonna be hard, but I don’t think it’s over.”

Carlos is practically scoffing before Lando finishes speaking.

“No?” Lando asks, raising his eyebrows in challenge because he doesn’t want to do this right now. “Fine. If you wanna give up and not be Ferrari’s first champion in eighteen years, then be my guest. I’m gonna miss you up there though.” He tacks on the last sentence as an afterthought.

Rather than respond, Carlos leans forward towards his feet and grabs the tips of Lando’s fingers. Lando thinks Carlos is prying them off so he can stand but instead, Carlos just holds them. He holds them and then squeezes them in comfort. Lando’s heart feels on the edge of bursting, his stomach flipping even as Carlos lets go of him.

“Did I ever tell you I was a karting champion?” Lando asks. He’s pretty sure it’s a rhetorical question because they’ve never really discussed their junior careers, much less their karting days. But Lando’s grasping for a pivot and Carlos hums like he’s interested enough.

“Why did you stop?”

“Money was the main thing. So expensive and my parents wanted me to have an education to fall back on. Gets pretty hard to balance the two really quickly.” He remembers his parents telling him, how he had locked himself in his room for three days straight. Lando knows now that they’d been right to do so, but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t still ache thinking about it sometimes.

“They’re right. I don’t know how I finished school sometimes.”

“There was a point, you know, where I wasn’t sure if I was gonna win it,” Lando says, getting lost in his memories. “I was so small and it was so hard. I think I was third in the standings at one point towards the end.”

“And what happened?”

“My dad wouldn’t let me give up. He took me for extra practice sessions. Every time it rained, I was on a track. I think he knew at that point that was gonna be it, and he didn’t want me to regret anything.”

There’s a hint of understanding dawning in Carlos’ eyes. “Did you? Regret anything?”

Lando shakes his head. “No. It was one of the best moments of my life.”

“And did this actually happen, or did you just make up a big elaborate tale to get me to keep trying.” Carlos asks after seeming to mull over the story.

“Fuck you, next karting track we’re near during a free day, I’ll show you a fake story,” Lando laughs. He’ll have to dig through his photos for proof when he gets back to the hotel.

“I will like to see you try.” Carlos challenges and it’s the first time since being in his room that he sounds more like normal— eager for a fight, a little sarcastic. Lando’s heart shouldn’t be as liquid as it is from Carlos’ words.

“Haven’t gotten to add a full-time F1 driver to the list of people I’ve beaten before. That’ll be fun.”

Carlos playfully kicks out at Lando, and everything feels a bit more normal.

Later, when Lando gets back to his hotel room and is able to sift through his hard drive, he sends Carlos the picture of thirteen-year-old Lando in his white, yellow, and blue RFM suit smiling with a thumbs up while his arm is around the back of—

“You did not race Max Verstappen,” Carlos types back in seeming seconds.

Lando sends back a cry-laughing emoji. Carlos doesn’t have to know that it never got that far.

[ratsandfashion]

I am almost through "Someone to Build A Nest In" and I really, really, REALLY like that instead of just ending with the main conflict being resolved, we are spending TIME on Homily and her healing and how that goes and what that entails instead of just taking for granted it happens by itself bc her abusers are gone.

[eevyerndracaneon]

I would be so powerful in totk if it weren't for the horrors

[pocketramblr]

dndhat movie is fun but i'll admit a good 30% of my fun was pointing at the screen like "wait i have a character/party member who does that too! :0!!"

[soclam]

my gortash-hater to gortash-lover arc is probably one of the most unexpected things to come out of playing bg3

[greatwyrmgold]

#i think i've avoided anything too spoilery but read more at your own risk

#also it's the only way to respond to stuff in the tags if you want folks who didn't see the original post to know what you're talking about

#what's that tag i kept seeing?

#so i just kinda wing it when this comes up

#why would you doubt that?

#oh hey how did that tag get in there

#i wonder what qa would have looked like in shardspace

#but i'd like to think it's a spitball that anya's clueless about because it's the new moon and she blinked

#or that it never comes back and i get to keep imagining what better rwby it could have become

Which is weird, because most of these are tags I've used once and there are other tags I've used repeatedly which involve the words in question.

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you

also

what

when

why

how

look

because

never

[problemcore]

oh yea btw i finished 3.0 yesterday WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK