#okay thats a lot of tags. jesus

[whollyjoly]

for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise. 

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone. 

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert. 

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury. 

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

~~

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides. 

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope. 

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat. 

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth. 

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal. 

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

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[hotluncheddie]

pie

for the November @steddiemicrofic prompt 'rest'

wc: 387 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: chubby steve, established relationship, insecure steve, hurt/comfort

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‘You gonna finish the rest of this?’ Eddie motions to the mostly uneaten pie between them. apple, Steve’s favourite. 

The same pie they get at the diner every Wednesday. They share, Eddie has as much as he wants, Steve has most of it. Thats how it’s always been. 

But Steve just shakes his head. Elbows on the table, one thumb at his mouth to bite at the cuticle. Eyes distant. 

Eddie sighs, standing and leaning over to hand Steve the keys to his van, murmuring to him lowly, ‘go get in the car baby, I’ll get the bill.’ 

When Eddie eventually slips into the van, parked off in a dark corner of the lot, Steve’s in the passenger staring off into space. Arms wrapped protectively around his middle. 

Eddie sighs again, turning so he’s facing steve fully. ‘Is this about what your Mom said?’ Eddie asks, no use beating around the bush. 

‘Don’t know what you mean.’ Steve mutters, trying to hide behind King Steve. But the corners of his mouth tick down in that way they do when he’s trying not to cry. 

‘Ah Stevie, c’mere.’ Eddie pulls Steve’s head into the crook of his neck, other arm smoothing down his back in slow circles.  

Steve lets out a shaky breath, sniffing hard and mumbling thickly, ‘she’s right though, thats the thing.’ Steve’s arms that are still circled around himself squeeze. Squeeze into the softness he carries there, that pushes against his henely, and sends Eddie fucking wild. ‘I got fat.’ 

‘Jesus, Steve. you’re just not 19 anymore baby, it’s okay to not still fit into your 32”s’ 

But Steve just grunts wetly and Eddie feels that fiery anger ignite in his gut whenever he thinks about “The Harringtons” too long.

Pulling Steves face out of his neck, Eddie cradles it between his calloused hands. ‘You’re literally so pretty Steve, you’re the only reason either of us ever eat a vegetable and I know for a fact that your stamina is outstanding.’ Eddie implores,  watching Steves glassy eyes take in his words, shy smile curling at his lips. 

‘and, and if you wanna loose weight I’ll support you all the way. but, Stevie, sweetheart, apple of my fucking eye, what do you want?’ 

Steve’s staring at eddies mouth, eyes hooded.

‘You.. and a slice of pie.’

[marvelnatr]

Part 2. Widows Bite (part 1 in pinned masterlist)

@your-my-mission here you go hon, tagged in next part💙

This is an 18+ book minors DNI

Aspens POV:

Rolling over to my alarm clock sounding I turned it off. Today was my first day of classes and my head was pounding. My feet was met with the cold wooden floor as I stood up to stretch out my limbs. All those years of sports did not do my body very many favors. I loved sleeping in the cold. But when I’d wake up and the AC was running shit, it’s fucking freezing. I kept the blanket around me as I did my morning routine. I made my coffee and realized the time “shit, I’m gonna be late” shoving two creamers and a few packets of sugar in my jacket I headed out the door and to my class.

Entering the classroom with a few minutes to spare. Finding a seat I sat down as professor Romanoff looked up at me from her desk. How the fuck was she so intimidating and so hot. Setting my coffee down she started speaking “All I have for you today is to look over the syllabus and to take a placement test. Placement tests and syllabus are on my desk, come and grab one of you haven’t already” I headed to her desk to grab what I needed. Professor Romanoff watched me as I picked up the papers and headed back to my desk. The syllabus was something I looked over and set aside. Looking over the test I sighed, yeah, this was definitely going to require coffee. Pulling my creamers and sugars out of my pocket I placed them on the desk and started adding them to my coffee

Natasha’s POV:

As I walked around to check on the students I saw Aspen dousing her coffee with so much sugar. Heading over to her I stood beside her “thats an awful lot of sugar miss Moore” Aspen looked up at me and chuckled “It’s what gets me through the day” biting my tongue I nodded as she spoke up “oh is this graded on accuracy?” I smiled at her “no darling, it’s just based off of completion, I just wanna see where you stand on knowing the material” she nodded and took a sip of her coffee whispering a thank you and going back to her work. She was pretty cute. I headed back to my desk and watched her as I looked over some papers. Her face focused on the task at hand. After about thirty minutes she came up to me and handed me the test looking disappointed in herself “I tried my best” Watching her I gently whispered “I’m sure you did amazing darling” nodding the girl made her way back to her desk and looked over the syllabus one more time before she took another sip of her over sugared coffee. Wanda was allowed to have caffeine up until two pm but never allowed to put that much sugar into it. Still she was not under my control and not my sub.

As time went on I was so engrossed in looking over all the tests I hadn’t realized how the class had now dwindled down to three. Two of the students were finishing up their tests while Aspen was asleep on her desk. She did look extremely exhausted. Debating wether or not to wake her the last two students turned in their tests. I rolled my eyes the second I looked at it and mumbled “fucking teamed up and took it. Idiots”. Putting those two tests to the side I looked over at Aspen. She looked so tired but she definitely wasn’t peacefully sleeping. Standing up I headed over to her and gently crouched by the side of her desk and whispered “Aspen?”. No answer, I didnt want to yell at her so I gently placed my hand on her back “Aspen hon”. Startling awake she looked at me “jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me” taking a step back I whispered “I’m sorry hon” she shook her head “no no it’s okay, I’m sorry for sleeping in your class” I shook my head standing up “nonsense, you looked tired, I’m glad you got some sleep”

she nodded collecting her things and looked at me “can I ask you something?” I smiled at her “of course you can” “is your wife’s class hard?” I shook my head “no hon, as long as you read the material and you ask questions if you don’t understand something you’ll do just fine” she nodded and whispered “thank you for class” I nodded gently and showed her out, heading back over to my desk I looked over at her paper. She did really well for it being the first time shes seen this material. I decided to pack up and head back home.

Aspen’s POV:

I headed back to the dorm and sat down on my bed. The coffee didn’t help my migraine. It’s always a fifty fifty shot when it comes to that. Laying down in bed I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes in hope to stop the pounding in my head. The pressure on my head was excruciating. Rolling over I took some pain meds that should knock me our for a few hours before my class.

I woke up sweating like crazy. Looking over at the clock it read 6:47 pm. I am so fucking screwed I was supposed to be in class 47 minutes ago. I stood up a littleee too quick as the blood rushed to my head and my heartbeat rung through my ears. Well the migraine is still fucking there. Lovely. I put on my shoes and headed over to the classroom. Slowly opening the door in hope I wouldn’t disturb the class was such a false hope. Every head turned to me as I cringed on the inside quickly making my way to an open seat and sinking into my chair. Professor Maximoff stared at me for a second before continuing her lesson. I seriously wish I could just disappear right here.

Wanda’s POV:

I was a little worried when Aspen didn’t show up for the beginning of class. I was even more worried when she did and looked a little sick. Despite my worry I continued to teach. I continued to glance at her as I taught. She was trying to pay attention the best she could. Finally her head rested on her desk, her shoulders going forward as she relaxed. I let her sleep the rest of the time and as long as she needed until I leave.

A few minutes later Natasha came in and looked at me then Aspen then back at me. Natasha started walking towards me as her heels clicked on the ground, Aspen stirred as I looked at her. She bent down taking off her heels and finishing coming over to me. Placing a kiss on my forehead she whispered “she’s still here?” I nodded and leaned into her “she came in late and looked a little sick then fell asleep, I want her to rest” Natasha nodded and kissed me whispering “I think shes sick love, she fell asleep in my class too” My eyebrows furrowed in worry and Nat whispered “she’ll be okay my love” I nodded a little and stretched, the first day of classes drained me. As Natasha and I talked while I finished up Aspen began to stir. Shifting in her seat she looked up at me. First with a look of confusion before fear quickly flooded her eyes. Natasha and I quickly made our way over to her. My instincts kicking in “hey hey hon you’re okay, I noticed you weren’t feeling well, it’s okay” Aspen whispered “I’m okay, thank you, I do appreciate it” I nodded and watched her as Natasha spoke up “you look a little pale hon are you sure?” Once again Aspen nodded and slung her bag over her shoulder, she did not look like she felt good at all. Whispering quietly she thanked me “t-thank you for today, it wont happen again” I shook my head “it’s okay, were here for you” nodding a bit she started to head out the door. Natasha stepped forward and whispered “can I walk you to your dorm?” Aspen turned around and watched her for a second and nodded a bit, Nat smiled and put on her heels following her.

As we walked Aspen was quiet. Her knuckles white from gripping her bag. Natasha offered to take it but she insisted she’d be okay carrying it. As we got to her door Aspen whispered “thank you again, you guys didn’t have to do this” I shook my head and gently placed my hand on her shoulder and she was burning up like crazy, I smiled gently burying my worry “it was really no trouble, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Aspen nodded getting into her dorm “I’m okay, thank you again, bye”

The door closed and I looked at Nat worried “she was really feverish babe” Natasha walked up to me and rubbed the sides of my arms “I know love but right now theres nothing more we can d-“ just as she was about to finish her sentence we heard retching coming from the dorm. I looked at her and mumbled “I’m sorry babe I can’t” turning and knocking on the door I called out “Aspen honey I’m coming in okay?”

[maddestmewmew]

HI IF ANY FNAF FANS ARE READING THIS THE TAGS ARE HERE FOR BLOCKLIST NOT FOR. TRYING TO REACH FNAF FANS…THERES NO HATE UNDER THE CUT ITS JUST ME BEING REALLY FUCKING CONFUSED ABT FNAF LORE

ok now thats out of the way. JESUS CHRIST have i just entered a fucking. rabbit hole?? OH MY GOD??? i was a massive fnaf fan in my preteen years, as was everyone ever in the 2010s..ive dialed back my enjoyment of it, ill watch playthroughs of the mainline games and ive seen the movie but thats kind of it. this being relevent bc i watched an into the pit playthrough, and then saw some tweets about it. MOST of them i understood, until i hit a tweet talking abt some kid named andrew?? and how hes not an sci??? and i was like Hold On. maybe its been some years but i cant be THAT behind can i. i know all the important names..michael afton and cassidy and charlie and what have you..

so i look up the wiki for this kid andrew, and it leads me to a story about a ghost kid attatching himself to william aftons spirit and torturing him and shit. i was a bit confused bc like. isnt that cassidys thing? but Whatevs. also the stories seemed weirdly bizzare to me, like not in a hateful way but like. why is william afton getting an exorcism. anyway it brings up a couple (A LOT) of names i dont understand, but what my brain latches onto is this kid jake, who is described as forcing andrew to Stop torturing english willy, at the cost of Now Hes Stuck Possessing An Endoskeleton. okayyy this is fnaf to me. i didnt know this but its abt what i expect from five nights at freddys.

so i head to jakes wiki out of curiosty, and find out he is from, no joke, one of the most fucking depressing stories ive ever read? i dont mean in terms of fnaf, i mean, FUCKING EVER. JESUS. CHRIST.

its like. in the middle of a fazbear frights book. fazbear frights being these scary stories to tell in the dark type books where its collections of spoooky stories that will shape the minds of children everywhere, but like. fnaf themed.

this story is called “the real jake” and i Highly reccomend you read the wiki instead of hearing it from me like. fourth hand. like im retelling a retelling here. but if you want that ultra telephone sypnosis, here you go:

“the real jake” follows a nine year old boy who is bedridden. with cancer. his mother is dead and his father is overseas. jake is taken care of full time by a nanny, margie.

jake likes to talk with a boy in his cupboard, named simon, who is really his father over the phone, through a walkie talkie. at first, jake and “simon” talk about what jake has done that day, but jake cannot leave his bed, so jake gets frustrated that all his stories are so mundane and depression. so one day simons like, okay, tell me what the REAL jake has done. and its a little game of pretend, where jake tells these silly little stories about what the “real jake” did that day. one day, jakes friend tries to get him to sneak out to go to the arcade, and tries to get him there by dragging him in a wagon, but jake is too weak to make it to make it to the wagon and collapses and throws up, and he explains to margie he wanted to be the real jake for a day.

at some point jake and margie are playing chess, and jake gets super frustrated that he cant see straight. margie calms him down and jake tells her that he loves her, causing margie to break down, and then she Later Finds Out The Doctors Are Ceasing Treatment For Him, which makes margie realize she loves jake as a son.

AND THEN MARGIE GETS THE CALL THAT JAKES FATHER WAS FUCKING KILLED. and she has full custody of jake. she cant bring herself to tell him his father died, so she says simon wont be able to visit for a while.

AND THEN JAKE FUCKING DIES.

AND THAT IS IT. THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY . THEY JUST MOVE ON AFTER THAT. HOLY FUCK??? IMAGINE BEING LIKE 9 AND PICKING UP THE LATEST FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS BOOK AT THE SCHOOLASTIC BOOK FAIR AND THEN READING A STORY ABOUT A LITTLE BOY COPING WITH HIS CANCER AND THEN FUCKING DYING ALONE. FREDDY FAZBEAR WASNT EVEN THERE.

[twink-between-worlds]

im being so real i have never been more mad at a game than i am at zoochosis. like...

this is the SECOND game to let us down and i dont know why this ones making us more mad. we paid more for the OTHER fucking failure. but i just. okay ill put it under a cut because this got a LOT longer than i thought it'd get? HAHA sorry i just...im very passionate about animals and a lot of the time when moony + ledge were playin it i was backseating goin "They Do Not Fucking Do That."

let me. just. I know Moon made a "our thoughts" post but i wanna talk about those fuckin zebras. it was lazy to fucking make them sound like horses (they dont sound like horses, chat. relatively they're closer to donkeys than they are to horses!) and making them puke the same as the other animals (zebras cannot actually throw up! if someone animated one throwing up, they could at least make them look visibly pained -- because it WOULD hurt like a motherfucker. they arent supposed to be able to throw up, of course it would hurt!)

other animals too, actually, dont make sense.

who. in their right mind. decided to put FOUR MALE SILVERBACK GORILLAS in the same enclosure. im sorry but literally that is probably worse than the actual mutation. come on. they would kill each other before even being infected or mutated. silverbacks are known to be more aggressive. this was stupid. are silverback gorillas the only type of gorilla that they knew, or something?

the giraffes feeding station wouldnt be ground level. theyd be higher up to account for their necks, since it can hurt them if it's too fucking low!!!! jesus fucking christ. giraffes also don't puke the way the game shows! giraffes throw up on a regular basis, sure, but not like humans do!! They have the same stomach structure as cows, meaning they have four chambers, so they 'throw up' more like a cow does to break down their food a little in the 1st of their 4 chambers, and then regurgitate it to chew it more thoruoughly! they do this with water too! but they don't tend to throw up the way zoochosis shows them to do!!!!!! IM MAD ABOUT THIS.

i dont have a real issue with the penguins... dunno why they never went into the water. bit weird but not too bad? i guess? . actually. they all appear to be emperor penguins, but some have red and purple instead of yellow on their necks???? hello??? god, are you there???? thats not even, like, intended to show infection. they just Did That.

Why Were There Moose In The Zoo. Are they typically in zoos??? we've never seen one irl so we genuinely dont know if its just where we are that doesnt have any moose (meese? whats te plural of moose.) in zoos.

the wallabys....ill be real, for us they wouldnt stop fucking moving so we could NEVER get their blood and it was just annoying. wallabys are also typically smaller but we dont talk about that, apparently?? (im also pretty sure they cant throw up either, i think they also do the Cow Thing, but i cannot say it confidently, so it doesn't count to the "this animal cant fucking throw up." counter)

guess what? they did the throwing up thing THREE TIMES, BABEY! ELEPHANTS CANT FUCKING DO THAT EITHER. you'd think, if they're gonna make a game about a zoo, that they'd look up what certain animals can and can't do, and work around the limitations to make different symptoms, but i guess fucking not!

the hippos were weirdly docile, having a strange human being close and touching them. i dont care. hippos don't like humans being in their territory (in this case, their enclosure is their territory!) and they get agressive if you're in their space. also, you poke a needle into them, they'd get fucking pissed. you would be dead. the infection wouldnt get to you as fast as that fucking hippo would, i promise you.

im so fucking sorry zoochosis tag. i like animals a lot. i could go on about the mutations too but im not doing that to you HAHA

[gaybd1]

Chris watches Howl’s Moving Castle for the first time

* Another one I’ve heard mentioned a lot and know nothing about

* HOLY SHIT GIANT MOVING CASTLE?? idk what I was expecting

* Oh, so Howl’s a bad guy?? omg is he a werewolf I s2g if he’s a werewolf named howl…

* Claiming Sophie on behalf of the Trans Community

* Oh no is that him why is he dressed like some anime guy, he reminds me of the beast in beauty and the beast after he turns human. Is this a beauty and the beast adaptation??

* Don’t let him seduce u Sophie be strong!!!

* I do love the wild fantasy elements of all of these movies, and this one feels like it’s gonna do some worldbuilding. Into it.

* What is with these movies and creepy old ladies?

* NO THATS SOPHIE WTF

* I do think maybe I have a weird phobia of old people? Wild way to find out

* Jesus Christ I just know that scarecrow is alive

* Oh maybe not

* JESUS

* Aw he’s so sweet

* This studio loves to animate flying things and old ladies. But hey, this is the first one I’ve seen that doesn’t start with someone moving somewhere new, so we’ve got that going for us

* Lmao the scarecrow did bring her a house

* This castle freaks me tf out and I haven’t even seen inside. Real Baba Yaga energy

* Bye Turnip, what a cutie

* Okay so the fire is a cute lil guy

* Magic door? Into it. So where is she really and why is it so Cottagecore

* “Calcifer said I could come in” “I did not!”

* That bacon looks so good and I don’t even eat bacon

* I love the idea of something being built into a spell to keep you from telling anyone about it

* I love calcifer and I love Sophie’s dynamic with him

* Turnip is back, yay!!

* I bet he’s under a curse too

* I wonder if he’s the missing prince!!

* I could probably paint that lake

* DONT LIKE THE WEIRD FLYING HOWL BIRD WTF

* I’m really intrigued by him as a character though

* omg that’s Christian bales voice as howl lmao no wonder these dubs are so uncharacteristically good

* omg I’m looking at the English cast kw this SLAPS

* goddamn am I having gay thoughts about a weird anime guy noooo

* I’m crying why does howl have to be such an ugly dog

* how does the Lauren Bacall witch fit in that little carriage thing if she’s so huge, I swear this is one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in a long timd

* ok but I still don’t really get why Sophie had the spell cast on her in the first place, she wasn’t bothering nobody before

* I’ve gotten some antisemitic vibes from characters in other ghibli movies so far and I’m not a huge fan of the fatphobia with the villain, I just gotta say

* Lmao the dog isn’t even howl?

* wait why tf does the castle have a mouth

* why is the bad witch tagging along dump her ass

* So Sophie is young when she sleeps? I don’t get that

* Ok…. So she’s just…. Young again?

* Creepy?? Toy cave??

* Wtf why are these movies so confusing

* I might be imagining it but Sophie does seem to be gradually getting younger

* I love how gung-ho Howl is about his family and his house. Love that in a man.

* Found family themes just Get Me, u know?

* On one hand I don’t Get What’s Happening with the war, but also… I Get this movie

* Also still don’t get the aging and de-aging and I’m not sure if it’s only supposed to be metaphorical or what

* So… why did he eat her hair??

* I gotta say that I love that the only sound the ugly dog makes is us a dry cough

* Maybe the dog is called heen bc he has chicken feet and heen is like hen

* DONT EAT THAT GLOWING ORB HOWL

* yeah I have no idea what the fuck is going on right now

* Wtf howl is just… right there?

* Why was his heart even gone in the first place? Seems like he had it the whole time anyway. Did he know calcifer had it? Like I really don’t get any of that

* TURNIP IS THE PRINCE I CALLED IT

* Lol why is Sophie his true love

* And now they’re just gonna end the war???

Okay that was definitely more fun than any of the other ones I’ve seen so far. CONFUSING AS FUCK like I don’t get it at all but it was really fun. Really funny, with GREAT characters, and I was loved Billy Crystal Fire Guy, so glad I happened to watch the dub.

Also I can’t explain it, but this one is just For The Gays

I’ll watch Princess Mononoke next

[wisconsin2002]

I need people in these fandoms to understand that criticism is having ideas to tweak something you feel mixed about but see has potential. Not to completely change and rework something you knew you didnt like to begin with because it's not to your vision.

I'm so tired of seeing people in these tags go

"it's just criticism"

And than the criticism is completely changing and making what they didn't like unrecognizable to what it once was just cause it wasn't what they wanted or doing it out of pure whiny spite, and then getting mad when they get called haters because in retrospect, you really do come off like that. Shit happens a lot in fandoms nowadays and it's so annoying.

(except with Velma cause Jesus lord that show needs a whole ass reboot.)

Some people just gotta tell themselves that shit ain't for them really. And that's okay. I'm not big on Haileys on it and The Ghost and Molly Mcgee but at the end of the day I tell myself it isn't for me and there's nothing I could really criticise and bring to the table that can tweak the show in a more satisfying way and make me stay and watch more. It just isn't for me and thats it so it's better to move on and direct the focus and energy towards something I find mistakes in and can criticise but genuinely do like and enjoy.

I criticise the fuck out of miraculous cause I see the potential and know it was once a show I truly loved and got very interested in. Not because I never liked it and wish to shit on others achievements and ideas instead of using that energy to make and build up my own.

The whole idea of criticism is so fucking lost in fandom spaces it's sad.

[faunina]

i was tagged by @villalunae to do this one! thank u babe <3

Three ships: Chengqing from cql specifically (the eternal fave, the brainrotter), burakhovsky from pathologic for the Enduring Tenderness in Narrative Foiling, and as a recent addition to the fleet, jacob/rook from far cry 5

First ship: oh jesus we are going BACK IN TIME for this one... against all expectations its not destiel. it is. derpy hooves x doctor whooves (yes thats the mlp version of doctor who) (dm me for details. except dont.)

Last song: Wage Wars Get Rich Die Handsome by the mountain goats (GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG RIGHT THE FUCK NOW ITS SUCH A BANGER)

Last movie: introduced my sister Knives Out recently, so hopefully we can watch Glass Onion soon :3

Currently reading: oohhh okay. lots of fanfic, generally. specifically im eagerly awaiting every new update of A Fragile Alliance by Little_vesuvius. i also recently started reading (/experiencing??) homestuck thanks to my friends. as far as books go i really wanna get started on my Anne Carson translation of An Oresteia soon

Currently consuming: a slow burn rewatch of both cql and spn with different friends each, also pretty much the Entire discography of the mountain goats

Currently craving: some fresh fucking AIR let me get off of this TRAAAAAIIIINNNN

im tagging @stay-xen @pikarasaaa @passinoutpieces @cantwaittosee-blog @andrea-csenge @slinkyinky @2percentsugar and whoever else wants to do this!

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

music asks:

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heyeyyyyyy scarletttt!!

O- Name four bands/solo artists you wish would stop playing music

addison rae. i don't know her music status as of rn but JESUS FUCK. PICK A FIELD AND GET GOOD AT IT. DON'T BE A TIK TOK GIRL, BE IN ONE HALF ASSED MOVIE, MAKE ONE SHIT SONG, AND THEN LEAVE. COMMIT!!! also obsessed made me want to tear my eyes out /neg <3

kanye west. i'm sorry i just. this one feels like it should be self explanatory, and i kinda feel about him the same way as i feel about jkr. like, you've told us about your political beliefs, good job, thats one reason to hate you, but i never liked your content anyway, bubyyeyeyeye.

doja cat. i actually haven't listened to any of her music, but i think she should stop releasing 'music' and her next album should just be cat sounds like she did all night at the met. why? because it would be really, really, really funny.

harry styles. im sorry i cant. i just. i hate this man so much. i dont know what it fucking is. but i cant. stand. him.

Q- Name one band/solo artist that you think is VERY underrated

i feel like the ones i think are underrated are kind of mainstream or talked about a lot, like verified artists on spotify or whatnot, so i don't think any of my favs can count as underrated.

buuut im going to say girl in red (even though they're talked about all the time) i think girl in red is kind of written of as like 'hahah lezzbiennss,' and yeah there's a lot of wlw kind of themed (??) songs, but there's also some that are really introspective and stuff (like serotonin)

so not underrated, but kind of... pideonholed wrong? maybe? like how mcr is like 'haha emos' but anyone that's into mcr will tell you. no. not hahah emos haha black parade.

R- Name one band/solo artist that you think is VERY overrated

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okay this one's going to put me in hot water in the byler tag especially buuuut

taylor swift.

i just... don't see the appeal? like she has a handful of really really really good songs, idk, seven, invisible string, cruel summer maybe, and i do think midnights is a good album. but like. it's good. her music has never made me like feel. deeply feel. i don't see why she had such a cultural impact, like her music is so middle tier to me.

ps. i saw a girl in my legal studies class playing taylor swift 2048 the other day sooo that is what i mean by overrated. i think her music is playable, but i like her in the way that i'll put one song on one playlist and call it a day.

pps. no hate at all to people who love taylor swift, she's their favourite ever, etc etc. this is not a criticism of people liking 'basic' things or whatever, whenever i see people specifically hating on taylor swift fans i get so fed up, just let people like what they fucking like. i personally just don't get what's so special about her music. there's a reason i put her in here and not in 'please stop making music'

S- Favorite music “fest” (Warped, Mayhem, Bamboozle, Lolapalooza, etc)

uh. idk. i've never been to one? i feel like i can't really say the difference or anything. sorry, thats such a bs answer but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[thepowerisyouth]

EDIT-AS-I-GO-ALONG-JUSTIFY-ALL-MY-ACTIONS-POst

First started February 10th, 2024 in the middle of the night of course. Although I am 22 years old so I should really be saying-- "it all began 22 years ago when I was born"

Sometimes I write rants that are way too long, and I dont feel like editing or deleting it in full, I'm just going to call this what it is:

A very long diary entry I can come back to later. Its got some good stuff I wont lie to myself. But its also probably incomprehensible at times so ignore it as anything but a very rough rant for now

I also plan to invite new-to-the-site people to read my blog (no doubt being exposed to the horrors within my own blog and past). I'm talking bout people who have probably never typed in the letter T, U, M, B, L, R in a row ever once, and boy howdy are they in for the time of their fucking life

For anyone who is reading this right now, and is worried that they might find something truly scarring to their good christian sensibilities on this site, then I heavily recommend using tags, and content filters before delving further down in the dnd dungeon of my blog, or especially the higher level dungeons on the rest of the site for the first time, where the algorithm will absolutely assume you are ready for the same things the rest of the demographic here wants to see.

(Its a lotta porn. Okay? I'm talking about different unique genres of drawn, or whatever medium of porn mainly. Thats scary to a new person)

So grandma-- buckle up. Jesus take the wheel. Have faith in me & humanity. Its going to be a ride to get there but I truly believe you are capable of it

The whole philosophy I'm preaching is about expanding horizons in a respectful way, so please do so.

With that in mind, in order to prepare any newbies to this site in an engaging and fun way, I had to poke fun in what might be taken in a bad way at the site. I dont mean that. I love this site. I liken my words of preparation to what you might say before bringing your transphobic family into your home full of very queer friends

If you really wanna get mad at me, please do, I love hearing dissenting opinions.-- "Life is full of contractions" as they say.-- But please do so in truly, humanizing, empathically good faith. On every. Single. Post you see. Not just mine of course. Theres a lot more to be said on methodology of public discourse that is a huge part of my philosophy so this post really delves into this

Last thing for now before this post gets even more nitty-gritty:

This is really important, but only for any person who at any point doesn't understand something I'm talking about, and is discouraged by that fact to continue reading up on this philosophy. Don't let that discourage you. I made a perfect science ACT score way back when, and it was all thanks to (and literally nothing else) the simple, but persistent learning skill which is: ignore everything you dont know for now. If you start to notice it happens more than once on something you don't deem irrelevant, than ask questions, but often times people get bogged down by big words, but really do get the gist of an argument. And thats more than enough understanding for a first read. Learning takes many attempts. People learn different materials at different rates and thats a fact

Disclaimer 1: I think the other things counted as number ones but I'm starting here with the numbering

Disclaimer 2: I'm wrong. A lot. I talk with varying degrees of confidence because all language capable humans in existence do that, but literally quantum mechanics--the core principles of our universe as we understand them today-- teaches us that everything acts with a bit of a standard error. Theres no coincidence in the universe why statistics is a field of study.

My standard error is +/-50% on being 50% correct. My point is dont @ me for using an incorrect degree of confidence, because as a trained financial analyst I can attest they are all fucking wrong all the time just like me. However, none of them are wrong about most of the things they say, they simply draw the wrong conclusions most of the time

However, if you believe that the ideals which I, and others like me, are preaching are true than you should in good-faith contribute to making this philosophy more refined, not just be a toxic asshole on the internet. I think most sensible people are past that by now, come on.

I think the last thing I can think to say on this specific point about being wrong (there will always be more to say later), is that a lot of us are inclined, in this world, to only trust things when we've really tested & read into every possible source. And that's for every right reason in the world. But there is no denying that there is gate keeping to science. Huge barriers to entry. Exponentially balooning costs to scientific study. Not to mention just like.. paywalls on every site nowadays. Everyone.

I believe that in this year-of-our-lord-mr-krabs 2024 we need to turn back to philosophy to understand all of our problems, more specifically all of our greviences with capitalism. With the important caveat that we do, in fact, have probably thousands or millions or billions more questions answered than our favorite old philosophers. Fuck yes thats exciting! Because that only makes philosophy today work even better. I think it will help us answer trillions more

Disclaimer 3: I also justify myself. A lot. I'm doing it right now. And now. Every word.

This is an edit at the top after reading over disclaimer 3 once: I think I'm defining justification the same way a scientist thinks of evidence. Also context. It really is just all the same thing. I just needed to add that because I wasnt clear about my definition below

I think as time goes on, people will probably justify themselves more, and more, and more, but while also finding ways to better communicate those justifications in a quicker, more efficient way. Like how encryption and decryption science is a super cool and fast growing study. Kinda cool and star trek if you really think about it far enough

The reason I justify justifying myself is that we have, in fact, learned to encrypt and decrypt many things through our own brains and language. If I say a word that someone else knows, than I save time by not having to jump into every possible nook-and-cranny of explaination. This bit of framing about language being an efficiency/encryption/decryption thing will come back a lot in my writings

I read that over, and told myself: "okay bennet I think you lost the point there" so I need to circle back and say that when we speak we are trying--- desperately -- to find a way to decrypt the crazy encryption that is our thoughts. And because trial and error is effective, we often just jump to saying a bunch of things that have worked in the past, in the hope that the listener will respond with the rewarding joy of 2 people in understanding. A puzzle solved, if you will.

For example, if you engage with my post and I perceive that engagement to be positive, than I will probably, uncontrollabley get a rush of dopamine that cocaine only wishes it could give. You know this is true, because you've felt it too

Disclaimer 3a - mistakes are really cool. I finally know why the Japanese have that thing where they highlight mistakes in a piece. Its about making. It. Memorable. I have a great story example on a post here, but I think most people can agree with my position that its easier to remember when you are wrong-- than right.

What that means-- this is super duper uber wuper sluper important. Things that are memorable are part of the decryption key to language. There is a way that we are all figuring out how to communicate where we utilize what some percieve as mistakes to draw in attention, then listener either remembers the key or has to find it, then both move forward, happy having solved the issue of decrypting a bunch of literally just electricity and sound waves coming from a very real human in front of you. How cool is it that we can apply the framework of humans as puzzle solvers to better communicate our crazy thoughts?

To wrap that up-- this doesnt include all forms of language, of course. But I think its a humanist framework for understanding how we can be more effective communicators.

I read over that whole 3a thing and I already had plenty of questions and dissents for myself. Going to just add for now that if we extend our definition of the word mistake, to include ANYTHING that catches the attention more than expected, than yes, this framework makes more sense.

The next time I read that over I thought I could add that people are drawn by knowledge. Something which isnt new to us just isnt interesting. We know this already, but I'm connecting it to this point.

3b - the fact that I bring up humanist arguments for encouraging memory promoting activities brings to mind that it IS HEALTHY FOR US AND HELPS US AVOID NEURODEGENERATIVE DISORDERS

Disclaimer 4: Like most people on this site, most people who arent depressed (I call tired depressed I was told I'm bipolar its what I do), and honestly all leaders, influencers, artists, actors, scientists, innovators, most entrepreneurs---- yatta yatta yatta everyone okay. Bascially, arguments sake, I mean every human being on the planet. I am capable of great, sometimes too great, emotion. If I wasnt Id be dead. If that emotion seems overwhelming, or too much, then please just take a break, or take a step back and try and reframe everything I'm saying as a deperate plea for help from a very young (I was born in 2001), very hungry, person. More on this later

Disclaimer 5: I'm ex mormon. I come from Texas. I use a LOT of religious sounding talk. There is good reason for that and there's good reason I'm giving this it's own disclaimer. Theology & philosophy go hand-in-hand and theres a quadrillion combinations of words I could barf up from the deepest pits of my mind to discuss.

In the interest of keeping the top of this disclaimer an actual one I'm going to stop for now by saying I think I'm correct in using this language so liberally, for now, because it really does work as a way to connect with people who are used to hearing that language. Most #religiouslytraumatized people I know do the same, and Ive yet to find a good reason to stop. But if someone does get triggered from my religious verbiage at all, please let me know. I'm sure theres a way we can work it out that will make both of us feel better. Probably would just be me watching my damn satanist mouth or something

[grimmgrinningghouls]

Kay I get it. WoF can be fun bad, and there aspects of it I genuinely do enjoy and a lot of the shitty parts of it are fun. But it has some genuinely harmful side effects and thats where I take issue.

Its portrayal of child abuse is what comes to mind. Like jesus man. I had someone tag a post of mine saying wof's portrayal of it fucked them up. and thats absolutely awful. and coming from a survivor of very severe abuse, I'm disgusted by how the fandom and tui treat abused children.

You cant just excuse something like that with "oh its a middle school book relax" no. Tui's horrid writing is getting to the point its becoming harmful and thats not okay.

[moonstandardtime]

sometimes i think about how one of my wips is based off my old lu fic playing with knives. and then i laugh because its not even gonna come CLOSE to that but the writing will be so much better and i will make at least 12 people cry. and also it will be long. so long. to an unholy extent. the fic starts right after tommy gets out of prison and itll have the major character death tag. no major characters in the fic die until ranboo and possibly charlie slimecicle if he shows up. not a lot happens in that time but trust me i will create lore with my bare hands if thats what it takes to beat my record of 140k words

[synchlora]

[ID: a small polyphemus moth caterpillar on an oak leaf. there are a few more partially visible on leaves behind it. /end ID]

aren't they so cute? :]]

[phantominzie]

Hey this sounds like fun!

January - 'Front Street - Live' by 'Will Wood and the Tapeworms' (I guess this means I'll be reckless and gay? Idk, I guess this year is starting off pretty wild)

February - 'Loaded Guns' by 'TX2' (OOOO ANGRY AND REBELLIOUS?? I guess this is my peak chaotic gay month)

March - 'Look Who's Inside Again' by 'Bo Burnham' (... well shit)

April - 'Black Wedding' by 'TX2' (JESUS A LOT OF ANGRY MONTHS ALREADY)

May - 'Cupid' by 'Jack Stauber' (Oh dear I hope May me is okay, because thats a lot of sadness and hurt :( !)

June - 'Sad Old Red' by 'Simply Red' (I hope I feel okay, because May and June are both months of I assume yearning for love)

July - 'Conceited' by 'Lola Young' (The song is about being disregarded emotionally and being fed up with another persons self-centered behavior sooo...)

August - 'Come to My Aid' by 'Simply Red' (LOOK AFTER ME IN APRIL BECAUSE THE SONG IS ABOUT WANTING SOMEONE TO CARE FOR YOU AND HELP YOU WITH YOUR STRUGGLES)

September - 'A Pearl' by 'Mitski' (ah shit)

October - 'Feast or Famine' from 'Black Friday' (OH GOD IM GOING TO BE VERY CRITICAL OF THE WORLD IN OCTOBER)

November - 'You're Nothing Without Me' from 'City of Angels' (Eh? It might as well happen at this point)

December - 'Heaven' by 'Simply Red' (the song is talking about the excitement for a change, which is fitting for it being at the end of the year)

Welp, holy shit 2024 is going to be a rocky ride. Plus side I've got all you silly little mutuals below to go through it with me!

Tags!!: @dearqueerheart, @eggsareveryswag, @amaritheartist, @nico-the-overlord, @azimachra, @vahape, @keter-class-anomaly, @clownpalette, @loganofthenorth

i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!

shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)

february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)

march- say no to this- hamilton (…i have nothing to say about this)

april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)

may- you’re losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)

june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)

july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)

august- new year’s day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)

september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND it’s mine and my partners song so i’m taking this as a good one)

october- 18- one direction (yessss we’re going okay now)

november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)

december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)

no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)

[sinterclown]

okayyy i'm not aromantic probably jesus christ

[eddiethehunted]

hmm