#read: blorbo-brainrot

[mintacle]

Me: a character doesn't have to be right to be likeable.

Also me: But Jason Todd also is right and someone should kill the Joker for him and Bruce should give him little forehead kisses and he should have a lovingly prepared meal every day and people in the streets should always smile at him and give him free samples of stuff and Dick should love him and Damian and Steph should admire him and bond with him and he should have team-ups with everyone all the time and he deserves to be loved and to know he is loved and-

[ahsokahearteyes]

Is it just Something Wrong With Me that I read the “nice uniforms” comment from Fi as kinda horny for firefighters or was this some kind of uniform envy???

Further, I think when most people think “hot firefighter” they think of guys (or just image search hot firefighter; it’s mostly men).

My theory/headcanon is if this is meant to be a suggestive joke about firefighters in uniform, it would be assumed to be about brave hot dudes with their jackets unzipped and washboard abs on display. but Fi actually just heard this joke in a holo-sitcom and is repeating it with no knowledge of that detail. Like when someone repeats a joke they heard on Seinfeld that doesn’t make sense outside of New York City lmao

[fallentheatre]

each other's world, torn apart

minecraft end poem as a conversation between two broken brothers.

(@hoverboards-and-dragons heyyyyy)

[hockeyisforthegays]

forever ago @ocelaw tagged me for 10 blorbos from 10 different fandoms and i had to percolate on this BUT HERE

itadori yuujiiii, jjk

nico robin, one piece

lou landsky mermaids 1990

my OC wyatt THIS COUNTS.

golden ryan, tiger and bunny

joan watson, elementary

polnareff, jojo. havent even finished sdc yet but. Him

that bitch tsukishima kei, hq

my other oc daphne THIS ALSO COUNTS.

uuuuh. kuromi IDK

im tagging all my friends :3 if youre seeing this and wondering whether that means you. Yes

[bluestrawberrybunny]

If any Schmigadoon fans read the SMG4 Schmigadoon AU fic I might lose it because I am going to be changing two characters a bit to fit with the narrative better and they were underdeveloped and underwritten background characters anyway. But if anyone from the Schmigadoon fandom has an issue with Danny being bisexual in this and perusing SMG3 romantically the same way he did for that short moment he was on camera with Mel, sorry for your luck babes.

We got two men replacing Josh and Mel, one of them is gonna be pulling some men in this town despite its canon homophobia. (Mayor Menlove is still my favorite because it is so obvious to everyone but the closed minded townsfolk that this man is gayer than the fucking rainbow. It’s literally in his NAME).

And then I get that Betsy is supposed to have an ambiguous age and is implied to be pretty young (teenage years) and that its part of the joke since older musicals had people in their 20’s playing teenagers, but ima make her 20 in this. She’s still gonna be young by modern standards tho, but considering her father I doubt she would have a husband within her first few years of being legally able to marry in the time Schmigadoon appears to take place in (I personally say late 1800’s because Schmicago seems to heavily lean into the 1920’s and Great Depression aesthetic)

If there’s anyone who hasn’t seen the show, i highly recommend it. Here’s one of my favorite songs/scenes because it just… Danny, my man… no…

And no, SMG3 and SMG4 are not gonna be swapped one for one with Josh and Mel. But imagining SMG3 as Mel in this scene only kills me because I feel like Danny would sing this anyway despite SMG3 being a cis gay man in this AU because he’d be that stupid

[averlym]

"oh my soul, is it here? or is it rotting somewhere with my head?"

[thyandrawrites]

I'm reading Isagi's LN and

One paragraph in and I'm already amused. Figures that of all the soccer-nutcases gathered in blue lock, Nagi of all people is the first to catch a whiff of this very thing. Nagi, the unanimously elected local soccer baby chick. That guy. He saw it from day one.

He kept meeting Isagi in the "hottest" area in the field and remarking on it ("nice to see you again")

What Nagi doesn't have in experience and technique, he more than makes up for with his creepily accurate soccer instincts, and indeed he's the first to catch on to the threat Isagi poses because of his ability to just... Immediately identify the one spot in the field that can open up a scoring chance

I find it amusing then that the novel calls attention to how this is the number one trademark skill of a first-class striker, because

iirc Nagi's also the first to nickname Isagi "striker"

Eerily accurate instincts indeed from a guy who doesn't even know famous footballers specializing in his same area of expertise, lol

[harmonysanreads]

ALHAITHAM FOR BLORBO BINGO. I REPEAT. ALHAITHAM FOR BLORBO BINGO

I hope I did this right wtsvhsj

[volivolition]

WAIT SINCE WHEN DID FURY OF A SHATTERED MIRROR UPDATE HELLO HELLOOOOOOO??!!!!?!?!?????? (POSITIVE)

[faerygardens]

Spider-Man and Human Torch fucked on the Statue of Liberty btw. If you even care.

[winter-turtle]

When you hyperfixated a tad too much on your new blorbo and now you have only 2 days to study 200 pages worth of material for the exam

[yujeong]

VegasPete and Childhood's End: a deranged attempt at connecting two completely unrelated things

Hello there, fellow VP enthusiasts. This post here is my remaining 2 braincells trying to come up with ways the silly, little book known as Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke and the silly, little couple known as VegasPete are connected, and how the show chose this book for Vegas to be reading in episode 11 for reasons beyond its title. I swear it's true, I asked Pond, he told me about it, trust me. I said in the tags of this post that I have started reading the book because I have a fic idea I wanted to write (which will happen next year now, after I finish the book), and after I shared my observations on the kindergarten mafia server, I thought to myself why not make a Tumblr post too? So, here I am. I would like to clarify that I will be spoiling major parts of the book, obviously, so anyone who doesn't want to get spoiled, don't read this post and the ones after it. Also, this is the version of the book I bought like 5 days ago from a well-known bookshop at the center of Athens, which sells English books too, bless them. Just so you know what my source is. (Unfortunately, getting the version Vegas was reading might be difficult - if not impossible - in Greece to find, because I believe it's one of the first editions? I'm not sure. Nevertheless, I have the book in my hands, which is what counts.) If I make any mistakes in regards to the information I'll provide about the book, the story and the characters, I apologize in advance. It'll probably be me not being careful enough while reading it and missing sth. So, without any further delay, here we go:

The basic premise of the book is a concept that's become cliche in the recent years: aliens called the Overlords have taken over the Earth, bringing prosperity to it but leaving humans with having no actual freedom in their choices. So, reading up to page 34, we learn that there's a specific Overlord called Karellen who's responsible for ruling the Earth, and we also get introduced to Stormgren who's the intermediary between Karellen and the human race, with the title of "Secretary". At first, I had made the connection of Vegas being Stormgren and Karellen (or the Overlords in general) being Gun, because Stormgren trusts Karellen with ruling the human race, just as Vegas idolizes his father who can totally bring prosperity to the family and make it better by force (an important element since the Overlords just came and declared themselves the rulers of the planet and took over). Also, there's an element of secrecy with Karellen, because it's been 5 years since he arrived on Earth but no one, not even Stormgren, knows what he looks like. This causes Stormgren to be a bit suspicious of Karellen, which he rarely shows and tries to push the feeling down when it resurfaces. In the same way, I thought this could connect to Gun who's hiding stuff from Vegas - Porsche anyone? - which Vegas will start having thoughts about post ep 11. All of that is fine and good, BUT I wouldn't be a Pete girlie if I didn't try to include my boy in this. I think all of the above I mentioned is more about Pete than Vegas. And, judging by how obsessed Vegas became with Pete post ep 10 - after their masks fell off and he saw who Pete truly was - I am confident in my belief that Vegas reading Childhood's End would think of Pete, not himself (sth he already does at this point but you get what I'm saying). SO, Stormgren is actually Pete, who follows Karellen's words almost blindly, and almost is an important word here because in the book, he does argue back about things and is vocal about his opinions, even if Karellen smartly turns them down. Karellen is generally very softly spoken, polite and very human like in the way he talks, so in my opinion he resembles Korn way more than Gun. There's also a character who calls Stormgren out on his blind faith in Karellen, and if this isn't Vegas telling Pete that "there's no such thing as honesty", I don't know what it is. Now, for the fun part: Stormgren gets kidnapped by a group of humans who want the Overlords to leave and not only is the dude semi-casual about it on the surface while keeping his panic under wraps, in the end his captors, after explaining how they got him and what their plan is, throw a pack of cards at him and ask him to play poker with him, which causes Stormgren to laugh like he hasn't laughed in years. I'm just imagining Vegas reading this and shaking his head, putting on his clown shoes, thinking: these guys are so stupid, encouraging their captive be this nonchalant around them, I would never.

[winds-of-zephyr416]

You know, I’ve been having a lot of OC thoughts lately. Usually my family gets to hear most of them, but none of them are available so now it’s tumblr’s turn for insanity :)

So in my fantasy world that I’ve been building for a couple of years or so now, I have these… gods. Eldritch, celestial beings who exist as spirits in the world. They don’t really consider themselves gods, they’re really more like a lost civilization than anything, but the premise still stands.

Anyways, I’ve been thinking a lot about their culture and language lately. They don’t really have to contend with things like death, they’re very much so immortal and almost impervious to harm, so they don’t really do a lot of things for survival. They also typically communicate with a form of telepathy, so language isn’t even a necessary thing for them.

But they still have a language. They still have architecture. They still have a society that comes together to solve problems. Granted, it’s a lot different than what human civilizations look like, because of the whole “impervious to harm” thing, but they have it, and that’s what’s important.

You know what else is important? Their language. Especially their language. Good lord I am not normal about their language.

Their language is made up of sounds that mimic the world around them. Some words are built up out of rippling streams and birdsong, while others are made out of sounds impossible for us to even hear. Their words are crafted, and many are made to have double meanings and ambiguity. They can’t be ambiguous when they trade thoughts and ideas through their minds, so the notion of being able to say something with multiple meanings fascinates them. They write songs and poetry, and they are engrossed with it, because sound has never carried so much meaning before. They make jokes. They find misunderstanding hilarious, because they’re so alien to their usual way of communicating. They adore puns. Language isn’t a necessity for them, but they developed it anyway, because it gave them a new way of having fun that they had never encountered before in their billions of years of being alive.

Later on, when humanity comes into the scene, they realize that they can use this thing called language to talk to them. Humanity is not like the gods, humanity needs to communicate through a physical medium, whether it be through sight or hearing or touch. Humanity is often confused or overwhelmed when the gods converse with them, because they find that many of the sounds the gods use are completely incoherent. They can’t recreate the sound of thunder in the sky, or crackling flame, and often they look around them in fear, as if the sound alone is indicative of danger.

So, the gods adapt. They learn the languages of humanity, instead, and talk to them in their own tongues. But mortals are curious, and the gods love to learn and teach, so it isn’t long until the gods try to translate the sounds of their language into something humanity can listen to and understand. The music of the slow cracking of the earth is shifted up in pitch until mortals can hear and hearken to the sound, and the mortals in turn recreate it with what their voices will allow. Slowly, the gods make their language perceivable, and slowly, humanity teaches them how to make it pronounceable.

The resulting speech is neither mortal nor divine, but somewhere between the two. Its words have a rippling quality, and in each sentence one can almost hear what is being spoken. The word for wave becomes a low crash, the word for music becomes a dancing song in the ears of whoever is there to listen. There is no doubt that there is magic in these words, with the way they call everyone in the room to their attention and fill their hearts with the very soul of what is being said. This language is not magic in a sense of control, it does not bind things in the world to its will, but it carries with it the memory of the world it was made to describe.

Later on, this middle ground, this speech both mortal and divine, would become lost and forgotten. It would not vanish violently, with the sudden fall of an empire, nor would it fade away with the few who are “worthy” of speaking such a tongue. No, instead it would grow and evolve with the people who learned it, moving across the continent and coming into contact with new lands and people. There, it would teach and learn in turn, and then diverge again, becoming yet another middle ground.

Slowly, like this, the language of humanity and gods together disappears. It does not die, but it dissolves, morphed into a thousand little pieces that stay on in other languages. It can still be found, if you look close enough, at the way speakers arrange their words, or in the rhythms they like to sing. Not even its name is truly past, still being borne by a speech that closely resembles the one long gone.

No, the language of mortals and the gods does not die, because, even in the darkest of days, when it seems like the world will perish and all life along with it, each syllable uttered in fear echoes the language that once carried nothing but joy, and each sentence given in comfort is another window into the years when things were bright. The tongues of mortals do not forget, even if humanity itself has.

And even so, were the speech of humans ever to forget what they helped to create, the gods would still remember. And maybe, the gods would teach and be taught by the mortals once again, in spite of the mutilated darkness that enshrouds these present days. Perhaps they already have.

[running-tweezers]

Ok since I’m posting my 80’s AU fic about my OCs, I figured I might as well give a little bit of info about them. Don’t want to give away TOO much tho.

If you’re interested 👀

Zephyr Nguyen

- light of my life, my beautiful child, my number one blorbo

- 19 in canon (22 in the 80’s AU), they/them, gay, Vietnamese, 5’6”, weird androgynous goth icon.

- STORYTIME: They were NOT AT ALL supposed to mean this much to me. They were created as a stock NPC for my original table top role playing game. I wanted to give my players someone to go to if they needed something they couldn’t get from a normal shop, an underground black market dealer type NPC. At first I wanted to make a character who was dark and mysterious and didn’t reveal too much about themself.

Then I thought, you know what’s so much better than that?? Someone who thinks they’re dark and mysterious and is trying not to reveal too much about themself. But in reality is just really bad at it.

So I made a character that I only referred to as “Zee”, made them a try hard goth kid selling black market stuff out of their grandma’s basement, and sent my players to them. Those were truly the only details of the character I had going in.

Unfortunately for me, my players FELL IN LOVE WITH THEM INSTANTLY. They all became so invested in this weird kid and were like “ok so we’re adopting them, right?”

So I realized they were gonna come back and see “Zee” as often as they could get away with, so I had to scramble to build an actual character around them. That’s when they got their full name, age, a solid appearance, and a full backstory. From there I slowly got more and more invested in them until they became My Favorite OC.

Nate Grey

- 20 in canon (23 in 80’s AU), he/him, bisexual, White, 5’10”, chill asthmatic plant-loving sunshine boy

- I actually share custody of this oc with my bestie. He belongs to both of us.

In the fic, I mention Nate’s sister Mick. Mick is my friend’s player character in my game. Nate was an NPC created by them for Mick’s backstory and motivation.

This particular friend ( @phantasmechanical I’m calling you tf out) was the ringleader of the “let’s adopt this basement goth” movement. They LOVE this little weirdo.

So one day they come to me on discord and offer an idea that permanently altered my brain chemistry. “Mick’s brother and Zephyr are around the same age, What if they met?? What if we smooshed their faces together and made them kiss???”

I was not the same after that. Brainworms took root and have not let go. Now I’m here 3 years later with a Google drive full of fics of them.

That’s all for now. Again. Don’t want to give TOO much away.

[catboyolli]

🤭

[voxblade]

I can't believe you're tagging my Silas Birchtree posts as Zim omg that's really funny thanks

Who the fuck is Silas birch tree?? :d