#past the point of no return for real

[jpg-of-dorian-slay]

Barty Crouch/Peter Pettergrew

OOH THAT'S INTERESTING but no i don't ship it

why don't you ship it?

there isn't really a reason, it's just never occurred to me lmao

2. what would have made you like it

these kind of ships are actually very intriguing to me, and i love both characters a whole lot so who knows, maybe i'll end up shipping them (if you have fic recs lmk). in my mind barty is far too deranged and insane for peter to like him, but that could be really cool to explore. and i do love scenarios where peter betrays them because he's in love with a death eater so, i mean.

3. despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say?

yes for sure. again, peter falling in love with a death eater will always be interesting to me so this has so much potential in my eyes.

[kenneduck]

Me: Stop being sad.

Also me: Spends today thinking about Link and Mipha’s love and the fact he can’t properly grieve it because he cannot remember all of the memories of their relationship.

It makes me sad.

I’ve been coping with thinking about how post-AOC Sidon travels home. It’s after BOTW, and Sidon went missing for a few months along with other champions (and Tulin lmao) With his return, Link is emotional as he reunites with Sidon. Link was beyond stressed and worried over his missing lover. He hasn’t left Zora’s Domain in weeks since he got word of his disappearance. Once emotions settle during the reunion, Sidon gets to tell Link about how he went back in time and saved Mipha and all of Hyrule. He saved Link. Even if that Link wasn’t his Link, it made his heart happy to save his love from the grief he went through before.

And Sidon is so melancholic. He got to see first hand Link’s love for his sister. Her giving Link the armor after he saved all of Hyrule. The two sharing a kiss. A future between them that gets to finally exist. Something he knew from her diaries and from older Zora’s stories, but something that he deeply understood now.

As Sidon recaps this, Link is looking up to Sidon emotionally. Sidon too seems upset. But more so guilty, Sidon witnessed first hand what had to be lost for he and Link to love one another. That maybe what the two are doing isn’t right.

But Link shushes Sidon. Finally getting a word in for the first time after Sidon’s retelling started. That Link is beyond proud of Sidon for saving Hyrule. For saving Mipha. Saving him. Link can’t help but cry after this point. He thanks Sidon for giving Link a happy life. In both of his lives. Who Link was then isn’t who he is now, but he’s so happy to know that both past and present him get to love who they love surrounded by friends and a family they found. That it extends beyond him, too. So he’s incredibly thankful for Sidon. And that he loves him, and he won’t stop loving him.

Sidon can’t help but to kiss his Hylian lover. One he’s desperately missed during his travels. One he felt guilt over, but that washed away with Link’s affirmation. Now, Sidon just feels happy. Overwhelmed, but happy. He knows Mipha is happy, and he can’t wait to tell the domain what transpired.

[pondslime]

Griffin Dunne as Jack Goodman in An American Werewolf in London (1981)

[seizethedeansofproduction]

i'm in denial :)

[fvckw4d]

"other countries have poor people but worse, don't speak usamerican" fuck you actually. Shiver in my freezing ass cockroach infested poisoned water mold ladened lead paint flaking ass apartment with me. "At least you're not the REAL poor or getting bombed or whatever" repeat what you said back slowly and then jump into the poisioned river down my street. Starve with me. Bitch.

[pocket-notebook]

Business Casual Wear

I've fallen so deep down the beetlejuice hole that I've started reading fan-fics. It's been a wild experience. But I read one by @planet-cupcake today, and I had to make a drawing loosely based off part of it/an outfit he was put in

[loumauve]

I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.

(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)

[discoreptile]

Beasties of Greenhollow soundtrack! Some tracks on this are from older projects like elphame but all of them have been reworked in some way. Most of them are entirely new. Enjoy!

[refinedstorage]

It's such a scary thought that the original DXs timeframe to be relevant has come and gone

[captain-stretch-nuts]

Ok y'all this is a long post bear with me lmfao I promise it's worth the read

Picture it. Saul of Tarsus has participated in the completely unjustified extrajudicial execution (stoning) of St. Stephen and generally spent his time persecuting a cult of symbolic-flesh-eating weirdo hippies, wherever they hid from the watchful eyes of Caesar, who the great Satan that was Rome declared in a status of Superstitio rather than Religio. This meant there was no validity to their beliefs in the eyes of the state and Saul took it upon himself as a Pharisee to quash emerging Christians because Superstitios were not allowed at all in the Empire.

So on and on he goes opposing and harming cultists who, despite what the State had told him, seemed rather inoffensive and even noble in their aim of a crazy idea like loving one another. All of this guilt of participating in the execution of an innocent man is culminating on the road to Damascus when (here comes the hot take) my man pops a nice big hashish cake to make his longass walk in the desert bearable and ohhhhh brother. Oh boy. It's hittin. He starts seeing mirage shit dehydrated dry mouthed af in the heat and he faces his greatest trauma of being a progressively less-willing killer. He faces Prime Hippie. Jesus.

Saul is brought to his knees from the exhaustion. His inhibitions that hold back his regrets have dissolved into the sands of his footsteps on the path. He bears the full weight of what he has done and sinks into the inevitable conclusion of what he must now do, which is to keep their faith alive in himself, even if it meant Rome would throw him in jail for it (which they did), even if he had to change his name because he could not even withstand the pain of Saul. Thus, he became Paul. Sure, Paul was the Roman version of the name, but if you take into account his writings and insistence on original sin and general brokenness of humanity, you realize he is projecting his guilt into his writings.

Dude had the absolute worst trip of his life and recorded his conversion from his perspective minus the chemical help mention because let's be real, the desert just Be Doin That hallucination shit all on its own. His interpretation of Christianity was still through the eyes of a Pharisee, and he got a little fast and loose (severely misinterpreted the religion of early Christians; Islam has HUGE criticisms against him for this) with the beliefs.

Now that's in today's Bible. And the absolute worst Christians on earth hold Paul up as a paragon of their beliefs when what he was, by his own admission, was a flawed and broken and evil man who never knew just how much he had to change the story on himself to keep from going completely insane from the guilt of pelting a man with stones until his body lay still in the ground half-buried.

[jade-gemstone]

Going through my fucking villain origin story right now.

I am actively becoming the joker. We live in a society. What the hell.

[ink-asunder]

I literally can't get over the fact that I grew up somewhere where you COULDN'T look at other people/make eye contact/smile at other people without them seeing it as a ~challenge~ and now I'm expected, (with psychosis, possible autism, and chronic self isolation due to severe disability), to know what the fuck to do about other people constantly.

[carp-esh-ove-lem]

i think me making a dropout/d20/naddpod sideblog is inevitable at this point

[princess-hope-selfships]

besties, I'm in deep--

I gave her a name, I gave her a design, I officially have a selfship child. Here's a few doodles of sweet baby Meadow and one with her daddy

please dni if you ship minors with adults, thank you!

taglist: @selfshipping-baby @goldenworldsabound @disabledbears @magicalmousey @sunstar-of-the-north feel free to ask to be added or removed

[chaos-vulpix]

When I said it gave me brainrot, I meant it lol

Some of these give me Ghost vibes for this AU, everything else is just padding/everyone else on the line-up for whatever festivals & clubs that Ghost ends up at (that Soap is not-so-subtly following him to)

Dj ghostie 👻

And alittle extra with soaps pov:

[batshit-auspol]

I really enjoy this blog so much. Gimme your most favorite batshit auspolitics moment from the 2000s to 2010s. please. i am morbidly curious.

2007: The APEC conference, where all global leaders converge in one city to pretend like they're doing things, is to be held in Sydney, Australia. With the war on terror in full swing, security is at a maximum, and large swathes of the city are placed behind a giant multi-layered steel fence to keep the world leaders far away from the unwashed masses.

Attempting to ward off trouble, organisers of the conference hold a meeting with notorious political comedy prank group "The Chaser", to tell them they are, under absolutely no circumstances getting anywhere near any world leaders, and to not even bother trying.

"The whole perimeter is secure," security forces told them sternly. "The only thing getting through that fence is a motorcade."

24 hours later The Chaser were on their way towards the fence with a motorcade.

Now a few things should have tipped off security guards that this fake Canadian motorcade was not a the real deal. Number one: Canada wasn't at the conference, number two: no country has actually had security running alongside cars since the 60s, and three: most security guards don't carry video cameras with them or passes that read "this is fake".

Nevertheless the ruse was more successful than anyone had anticipated, and The Chaser team were happily waved into the most secure area on planet earth by police, who informed the incognito comedians that "the road is yours."

Reaching the outside of George Bush's hotel, the pranksters now began to worry that they were never going to be stopped by police and decided to get out of the car and walk back to the fence.

While dressed as Osama Bin Laden.

At this point all hell broke loose. Snipers were locked on. Confused police scrambled, and immediately arrested the whole group, only breathing a sigh of relief when they saw the words "Chaser" on the fake security passes.

Bizarrely the police opted to give a full escort to the guy dressed in a suit, and allowed the other man cosplaying as the world's most wanted terrorist to just casually walk out on his own before booking him at the perimeter.

The Chaser team said that while being put in a cell overnight wasn't fun, they were less stressed after police started visiting to ask for photos and signatures.

The prank group were later hauled before the courts and threatened with a massive fine, but the case was eventually dropped after they successfully argued that it's not technically breaking-in if the cops happily wave you into a high security zone.

Needless to say they have changed that law for future APECs.

Making light of the situation, the prank group also returned to the site a few days later dressed as carboard cars, to see just how flimsy a disguise could get past police.

This time at least, they were not let in.