#so bear with me for inconsistencies

[cantarelaria]

beast peak's shixiong 🐲✨

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[viridescenttemple]

MORE YAMATO

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Some refs/drawings of Gman in my au "Hibernation" because she's neat <3

[medi-bee]

isat pokemon au, my liege?

my rambling in tags

[shininas-ideals]

Wise words from a wise boy (I'm talking about Chuuya, ofc)

[cjaus]

trying to change my anatomy to be a little more cartoonish and wavy cuz i feel like that part of my style is lacking and i just drew the silliest porky ever

[curseofbreadbear]

god i know f.naf lore has been retconned Many times, but it feels like it was so much more subtle in the Olden Days. you can poke SO many holes in the stories following s.ecurity b.reach (glaring at g.gy). and idc what s.teel wool says, there is no WAY gregory was always meant to be the "big bad." that much is obvious from cut content & unused files

[copadjacent]

At what point did Jane realize the man he shot at the end of season 3 was not actually RJ?

This might be unpopular, but I've always disliked the idea that Patrick was ahead of Red John step-for-step, both when he first killed Timothy Carter and when Lorelei Martins seduced him as a "gift" from Red John. I also am a little on the fence about him faking his second breakdown; it seems just a little too real, and I personally just think his character is far more interesting if some of it was real. Patrick is supposed to be Sherlock Holmes levels of intelligent, and I don't mind if he's right most of the time, but he's really no fun if the bad guys can never get a leg up on him, you know?

So, that's all to say that I don't think he knew Carter wasn't RJ until much later either when he had official confirmation, or shortly before he had official confirmation. It's possible that something was gnawing at him after killing Carter, but I don't think he knew all along.

My reasoning is that when Lisbon confronts him about it in a later episode, Jane sounds just a little too defensive. He doesn't often lie to people without good reason, but he does lie, and I think this is an example of Jane being desperate and frustrated and not willing to admit that he's starting to slip. He's been hunting Red John for years at this point, Carter taunted him by telling him what his wife and daughter smelled like... so to find out that after all of that, he not only didn't kill Red John, but killed a man who could have given him information on the real Red John, would have been a major blow to his morale.

I think that it's always been pretty evident that Jane's revenge quest is a form of self-harm and that becomes more and more obvious as the RJ arc nears its end in S6, but S3 is where it really starts to show, and I believe we see it there, in "Strawberries and Cream".

[giddlygoat]

my mind palace has a mascot named wilhelm and he’s essentially a dress-up doll i can project my emotions onto lol

[sir-nowhere-man]

Whats the matter fellas? Blue meanies?

[slechterick]

oh my god the only part of the LOTR movies (the part where Smeagol frames Sam and the ensuing split between Frodo and Sam before Shelob's lair) that I vehemently dislike IS NOT A PART OF THE NOVEL?!

[knifefightandchill]

It's always a bit concerning when different meta turns into something akin to discourse.

[thebramblewood]

The sky clears, and it's over the cliff face and through the woods once more! As sunset approaches, the group stops long enough to start a fire and contemplate setting up camp so that they can rest, restore their strength, and tackle the final ascent in the morning. But Ami is ready and raring to go. She and Rahul barrel ahead, and Rowan and Alejandro feel obligated to follow. By the time they huff and puff their way to the top, their bones feel like jelly.

[ismaasmb]

*grabs my OC and stretches him out like he’s made of taffy*

[tojisun]

sigh i still think it’s so dreamy when price manhandles you to lay on his lap, ass up, before murmuring, “haven’t i been kind enough?”

the smacks are painful, inconsistent to never let you get used to when he’ll bear down the weight of his hand falling to your ass, and you whimper, face a wet mess as tears and spit stain your skin. you beg him to stop, telling him how sorry you are, but john is unmoved.

this is your punishment and you have to take it.

fuck. fuck, it hurts—

no more. pleasepleaseplease—

“shh,” he says, gentle and patient like your body isn’t suffering the weight of his disappointment. “just a few more, sweet’art. you can do that f’r me, can’t you?”

he waits for the shaky nod, then, “such a darlin’ f’r me.”