#scratching at the walls.

[borom1r]

havamal 71 my beloved…. havamal verse 71…….. everyone on the cast commentary talking abt boromir redeeming himself in death + i need to chew on sheet metal its just death!!!!! it’s just death there’s no redemption because its death!!!! you don’t die well or poorly you just fucking die and no good comes of it at the end of the day!!!!!!! when i am feeling slightly less. Autism Stare i might need to sit down and write a. direct sort of aftermath for a Boromir Lives situation because i just. hrrrrrrgh.

the verse for anyone who hasn’t read the havamal, + bc it is by far my favorite verse of the entire piece:

The lame rides a horse, the handless is herdsman,

The deaf in battle is bold;

The blind man is better than one that is burned,

No good can come of a corpse.

[watchyourbuck]

No bc what wrecks me it’s how sweet and respectful Tommy was. He guided Buck’s lips into his own but he didn’t pressure him, he gave him time and space to pull back if he wanted to. He didn’t grab him, nor did he deepen the kiss. Then they pulled back, and this man, with his entire heart in his hand, asked two times if it was okay, if that’s what Buck wanted, because picking up on signs can only go so far. And smiled when he explicitly told him yes. Only after did he straighten his shirt and ask him out.

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[wtfforged]

artblock free me from your foul clutches

[clouvu]

Offering lil doodles of them bc my eyes have been opened

[taroddori]

this trio... PHEW

[kcrra]

alicent losing her power and therefore her sense of the dutiful identity she's built her entire life around and immediately reverting back to wearing the blue of her childhood

[this-too-shall-bleed]

mr. scratch but it’s like the scene where john is staring up at the ceiling in terror as arthur begins an episode of absolutely traumatic sleep paralysis (youknow the one)

just the inking version is kinda cool (I was hesitant as hell to put down paint because this took like 4 hours) originally the orientation was flipped like this but I think it kind of makes more sense visually in the first image? I don’t know ceiling creature perspective is wacky upside down you go

thank you @ellamenop for the idea!

[iite-cool]

thinking about simon being like a cat. a mean ol' one all teeth and claws, scratching and hissing when you stretch a hand out to him. biting you because that's all he knows how to do - it's all he's ever done - and it's kept him alive.

that's what his whole life's been about - staying alive. surviving. maiming anything he sees before it can get to him first. so he doesn't know how to react when you don't bare your teeth at him but just smile and make him tea. he reacts like a stray cat does when it's offered warmth - he's confused. and his confusion gives way to anger and again he spits fire because what else is he to do? accept your kindness? bah! it's a hoax, he knows that. you'll tire of him and claw at his neck sooner or later so he'd rather not let you close enough to do so.

and when you don't give up, and you keep smiling that gorgeous, dazzling smile at him, he doesn't know what to do. no one's ever done this before - been all soft and sweet and only wanting to be allowed to scratch at his ears in reward. why were you doing this? why didn't you run away when you saw how he snarled at you? why do you look at him with those big, beautiful eyes like he's the only person in the world?

at a complete loss, he lets you pet him and oh that smile he'd let you tear his heart out if you would just keep smiling at him. "hey, simon!" god, he wants to drown in the sound of your lips wrapping around his name. you come close to him and his brain stops working, eyes wide and lost when you wrap your arms around him and pull him to you. warmth. is this what it feels like? he wants to live forever in the crux of your arms, creating a life for himself between them.

he couldn't stop purring if he tried, if he were a cat he'd spend the rest of his time on this earth, the earth that tried to bury and kill him and is now making amends by sending him you, running between your legs and swishing his tail around you. simon riley who's always had his head on a swivel, who's not gotten a full night's sleep in a decade lest he miss the chance to look his reaper in the eyes, now sleeps with his head on your lap, belly up and purring.

masterlist

please comment/reblog!! i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about

[metanarrates]

there are a LOT of things you can speculate about regarding what twsa was actually like as a novel but what's most interesting to me is that you can make the argument that twsa was an "unpolished" version of what orv is. it's a version of a similar novel that likely dealt with a lot of similar themes but was seemingly bogged down by poor structure, pacing, expository handling, and focus. (all of which are things that orv is shockingly excellent at.)

and of course, han sooyoung's novel, sssss-grade infinite regressor, is the "polished" version of the idea. it's well-written, probably well-plotted, and was successful enough to make han sooyoung rich and famous. we don't know what sssss-grade infinite regressor is like as a novel either, but we sort of get the impression that it's not very emotionally rich even if it is good on a technical level. han sooyoung herself doesn't seem intensely attached to it despite being proud of her work, and kim dokja of course doesn't hold it in high regard. (though of course he's a gigantic unreliable narrator and also a hater.)

what's interesting is that despite orv very strongly emphasizing the ways these works are flawed from the outset, orv itself functions as an argument in these works' favor. both twsa and infinite regressor are stand-ins for the "mass-produced" genre of webnovels. they are popular fiction, relying on a very familiar pool of tropes and clichés in order to deliver on a relatively predictable story to appeal to a wide audience. it's not a coincidence that they are so similar - both literally and in a meta sense, they are drawing on the same exact story-building and genre material. twsa is just the unsuccessful version, and infinite regressor is the successful one.

orv is what I would consider the most "impressive" version of the genre. it's well-structured, thrillingly plotted, interestingly written, has fascinating ideas and characters, and is even "literary" - that is, it has deeply considered themes and is often drawing from the realm of literary, postmodern fiction in order to express its ideas. a less sincere story would disavow itself from its pop-fiction origins and claim to be the best version of its genre. nothing else could be like it, so the worst versions of its genre wouldn't be worth considering.

but orv, while technically functioning as an argument that the genre can be "good" simply because it's a great novel that is deeply rooted in its genre, goes much further. it argues in-text that any sort of story, even those that are bad on a technical level or those that were somewhat cynically produced for a mass audience, are worth finding value in, simply because stories have meaning to their readers. the most uncritical reproduction of a genre's conventions can still mean something to someone who likes it. twsa, if it existed in our reality, would still probably be considered a very bad novel, but it wouldn't need to be polished up and turned into infinite regressor or orv in order to have value. orv itself is telling you that you should find value in twsa as it is, and by extension, every badly-done work of fiction that twsa could be a stand-in for!

[barbietoiles]

I want to rant about tubbos rp style. I often get annoyed by people giggling about -100 rp points because LISTEN!! This style is UNIQUE and SO COOL!! Everyone loves phils 4th wall breaks why cant tubbo have that?

Theres rules to the universe like "federatoin buildings are protected" and "the mob cap is this number" and "this entity is omnipresent and much too powerful". But tubbo finds a way to challenge all of that and it works!! He breaks the federation protection, he manipulates mob caps, he tells you the stats of essentially god and the exact steps to take it down.

He sees through and into everything. You are just a number of totems and armour durability to him. Creative mode is just another problem to solve. Leveling millions of blocks is a matter of minutes to him and hell still complain about efficiency.

The way he speaks is like he's tearing apart the threads of your reality. He asks you what the guts of god look like and two minutes later hes holding them and gods dead body is at his feet.

Of course admins have to blind him a little and pomme has to tell him off in brackets. Hes insane (synonymous to cool, epic, awesome, outstanding, one-of-a-kind, never before seen, admirable, showstopping).

[fleshyfeast]

Me remembering that one fic that I liked so much but now I can’t reread it anymore for shits and giggles because it got deleted/the author deleted it.

[goosita]

started daydreaming about billy again

thinkin about the way he pants against your mouth when you crawl into his lap, hands knocking his hat off and tangling into his hair. his own slide down your back slowly, fingertips pressing into the curve above your ass. billy’s lips are soft and slick where they meet yours, his nose pressing into your cheek like he can’t get close enough—

“fuck,” he whispers in the dim light, eyes fluttering as your kisses trail down his neck. and its so easy for him to lift you, to maneuver you in his lap until you’re straddling his thigh. you can feel the firm muscle flex underneath you, gasping against his skin where you’ve been dropping slow lovebites. billy’s hands settle at your hips, a low chuckle making his chest rumble.

“y’trust me, darlin’?”

you nod and bite your lip, your own touch coming to his face. you cup his cheeks in your hand, letting out a soft sigh when he dips his head to kiss you dizzy again. he tastes like tobacco and whiskey, his tongue slipping past your lips to make you moan softly. before you can lose yourself entirely to his mouth, he uses his grip on your hips to grind your center against his thigh.

“billy!” you gasp, the friction making you shiver. he only smirks at you and does it again, encouraging.

“feel good, baby?” he purrs, helping you rock your hips against him. and it does. it feels so good, just the right about of pressure against your clothed clit. “want you to use me, just like this. make yourself cum for me, yeah? use my body, it’s yours.”

his words make you shudder, the usual brightness in his voice simmering down to a low and raspy tone. you roll your hips on your own, unable to stop the whimper that the pleasure of his thigh against you pulls from your throat.

“that’s it, there’s my good girl. look so pretty getting yourself off on me like this. can’t believe you like me so much that just this can get you goin’,” he teases. billy lets one hand leave your hip to tangle into your hair, pulling just enough to get you to expose your throat to him so he can drag his tongue along your skin. his lips and teeth do sinful things to the delicate skin, making your hips stutter.

“love you, billy. love this, love you so much,” you whine, needing to correct him even in your pleasure-delirious state. he lets out a quiet hum before giving the junction of your neck and shoulder a soft kiss.

“i know, baby. i know. you know i love you too.”

you can feel the tension pulling and pulling between your legs, the desperation rocking of your hips pushing you closer to your peak. billy flexes his thigh and you hiss, fingers scrambling for purchase on his flannel shirt and twisting, knuckles white.

“gonna cum for me? hm? show me how much you love me and how much you love using me to make that perfect little pussy feel good?” and it’s too much, his words and his body pushing you over the edge. your orgasm makes you tremble in his lap, unable to make out what nonsense praises he’s whispering to you as you ride out your high.

your ears ring slightly and you pant as you go lax, laying against his chest. billy guides your head to rest on his shoulder, fingers dragging up and down your back soothingly.

“love you so much, darlin’. did so good for me, hm? so pretty, always look so pretty,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your hairline.

[simplysparrow14]

I'm sorry but the fact that this is the first time since their sundering that Kamort and Raushan have been together is so fucking sad and sweet at the same time.

and what do Ashton and Fearne, their new vessels, do with that information?

They go on a private date frolicking through the woods, laughing like children all the while holding hands, hugging and having the most awkward, adorable flirtations I have seen between two characters in years.

[tai-lung]

they're ridiculous

[shititsarobyn]

(How i imagine the Mia romance route would go)

More RL memes because I have covid and too much time on my hands