#so if they look odd that’s why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[patron-saint-of-lesbeans]

I go into a video call expecting to just get information about a ‘come and see’ retreat and I end up having to speedrun coming out to a strange religious person for the third time in like two weeks.

[junipernight]

I redesigned Yangchen's outfit!

... I actually designed a lot of outfits for her, because I am Extremely Normal about these books, and also I like costume design and learning about historical clothing.

Short disclaimer: These fantasy clothes aren't culturally or historically accurate, just historically and culturally influenced. I don't have any expertise in East or Central Asian culture or clothing, I've just been clicking around on the internet a lot the last two weeks learning things because that's my idea of fun lol. If you wanted to talk to people who actually know things you should check out @atlaculture or like @ziseviolet, both of whom's blogs I referenced while drawing.

I only designed two alternates for the outer robes. The first is based loosely off the robes Buddhist monks wear (loosely, because drawing draped fabric is hard ^^') especially the Tibetan zhen robe. This garment is just a long wide rectangle of cloth which can be draped across the body in lots of ways (versatility ftw!).

The other garment I drew is a Chuba, a traditional garment from Tibet and the Himalayas. It's a robe, but it highkey reminds me of kilts and hoodies, in that it a) can be worn over one or both shoulders or just as a skirt and b) it makes a giant pocket over the stomach. The long sleeves can be folded up or tied back btw.

I spent the most time on the middle layer, because I was thinking it has to be something she could comfortably fight in while also being suitable for diplomatic meetings, meditating, espionage, and possibly sleeping.

And like. You can fight and hike and whatnot in loose skirts, but it's annoying how twisted up they can get while sleeping. ALSO, YC does a lot of flying and leaping, so my girl needs pants. My faves are definitely the Xiaolin monk pants and the yellow wrap pants Aang wears. I tried dhoti (Indian wrap pants) because that kind of looks like what the giant statue of Yangchen meditating might be wearing, but I think it looks odd paired with a highwaisted shirt instead of a long tunic. Maybe I'll do some more drawings with her in a tunic and dhoti or a monk's dhonka and shemdap later, idk.

As any good historical fashion nerd knows, foundational garments are everything (◡‿◡✿).

But also, there's a scene where Yangchen and Kavik pretend to be lovers, and are "discovered" by a maid sleeping in the same room, with Yangchen in a state of partial undress (gasp!)

I am living for this fake drama; I need to know how scandalized the maid was lmao.

When the maid walks in, Yangchen immediately wraps herself in a bedsheet before ushering the maid back out the door. Maybe all she did was take off her outer robe... but why would she need to wrap herself in a sheet if she was wearing a long-sleeved high-necked gown? I got the sense from both the book and cursory research about buddhist monks that walking around without your outer robes was socially acceptable, at least in casual settings. I think it more likely she was in her underclothes, which historically (in the west anyway) would also double as sleeping clothes.

"The Aang" is censored because this is Tumblr-dot-com. Its mostly a joke, but also, I know other countries are less uptight about bººbies, so like, maybe it's a valid option ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The ~Water Tribe~ look is based off Sokka's swimwear and not Katara's, mostly because chest binding seems antithetical to airbending.

All the other undergarment designs are based on hanfu neiyi, because that's what I could find reference photos and romanized names for.

I'm tired of typing now. Lemme know if you have questions about something, or want me to post a larger version of a specific outfit. I am open to feedback and tentatively open to requests.

[preeningpisces]

Report - Kenjaku x F!Reader

Kenjaku shows up unannounced, and makes himself all too comfortable in your apartment. Pwp, 4k, Crossposted on AO3

A/N: At first I referred to him as Geto in this, as I found it unlikely YN would know his real name, but then figured this has no plot and there isn't many Kenjaku x reader fics without Geto & swapped it to Kenjaku ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Shoutout to this lovely anon for giving me a reason/the drive to write something for my favorite hoe 💚

Content: p-in-v, m!oral, sex toys, size kink, unprepped sex, edging, choking, biting, spit/cum stuff, degradation--personally I think this is more tame than it sounds

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby!reader, enjoooy!

The figure seated at your dinner table makes your soul leap from your body.

Tonight you planned a date with a hot shower, your favorite snacks, and three seasons’ worth of TV to binge. You’d only completed step one, so recently that your skin hasn’t finished absorbing the lotion, leaving your calves and thighs tacky.

His back is to you, but you know he’s aware of your presence. For once, he isn’t wearing his signature robes, and instead sports simple black clothing. Seeing him dressed down is comforting, makes him seem less untouchable, and more like a regular person.

You lament the change in your evening plans, knowing your guest will occupy a decent portion of your time. 

“You take awfully long showers,” he says without turning. “I’ve been here for over an hour.” 

Springing up at random isn’t out of the ordinary for Kenjaku, though it’s more common for him to send messages from unknown numbers or ‘coincidentally’ run into you. He’s never showed up at your apartment before, let alone at such an odd hour of the night. Briefly you wonder how he knows where you live, but then dismiss this as a foolish thought—of course he knows.

“I’m just thorough,” you say as you round the table and sit across from him where he reads one of your books. A silly romance that was popular online; hardly revolutionary or life-altering, but it was a sweet, endearing story and you enjoyed it quite a bit. With how far he’s in, you wonder if he picked a random spot or simply reads that quickly.

“That you are.” He glances up, and a shift in his eye tells you he wasn’t expecting the cotton bathrobe with matching shorts. It’s a favorite that you got off a discount rack, lying somewhere between the lines of sensual and comfortable. Flattering, but hardly scandalous; you don’t feel indecent in his presence. 

“I’m surprised you enjoy this drivel,” he says, judgment evident. “You seemed more intelligent than that.” 

“They’re just for fun. Sometimes it’s nice to read something simple,” you reach for the book, beginning to feel defensive. 

He leans back, now flipping through its contents. It reminds you of a schoolyard bully holding your belongings above you and taunting you for being too short. 

“Are you here to antagonize me, or are you here for something actually important?” As soon as you say this, you know you made a mistake: the ire in your voice will only encourage his pestering.

“I came for your report, but now I’m more interested in your terrible taste.” He gestures to your bookshelf—small, and housing a modest collection of varying genres with the occasional knick knack. “I’ve gone through several already, but saved what I suspect to be the worst for last.”

“Then you can follow me on Goodreads, if you’re so curious. Now give that back,” you hold out your hand, growing agitated. The light catches the ridge of his scar, and taunts you to tug on one of those stitches, which look much less secure than they should. 

“Embarrassed?” He smiles, and makes no move to relinquish the book. 

“If I say yes, will you give it back?” 

A snide puff.

“No.” 

Knowing how fickle he is, you relent; he’ll grow bored with the book soon enough and move on. But minutes of his skimming pass, wholly ignoring your crossed arms and impatient tapping.

“Ah, I see. Is this why you’re so fond of these?” He turns the book for you to read: it’s one of the few sex scenes, and his finger points to a questionable line of dialogue. 

You can’t resist the bait, and indignation rises in your chest. You spring forward in your seat, aiming for the book. Unfazed by your aggression, he avoids you with ease and an infuriating smirk. It only provokes you further, now motivating you to one-up him.

There is a sudden pause in his movements that allows you to snatch the book. As you look at him triumphantly, you notice his eyes aren’t directed at your face; instead, they’re fixed on your chest. Following his gaze, your heart sinks when you discover your robe hanging open, revealing your right breast. 

When you look at him again, his eyes are on yours. Heavy and lidded, they freeze you in place with their weight. The playful energy from before halts, as if the room itself is holding its breath. Without breaking eye contact, he slides his hand in the opening, and cups your breast.

Shocked, you drop the book with a muted thud, more from his boldness than the sensation. A gasp escapes you when he pinches your nipple, rolling it slowly, and your hands fly to his shoulders, not wanting to topple over from the awkward position.

His other hand joins and teases your unexposed breast through the cloth; you fall against him, and a soft noise warms his ear before tracing the stretched lobe with your lower lip. Whether it’s ticklish or it’s your interest in his ear that entertains him, his shoulders thrum with amusement. The plastic clacks between your teeth as you toy with the plug, seeing how far you can rotate it before he becomes irritated.

It doesn’t take long, because a hand winds itself in your hair and pulls you forward, but the table creaks in protest under your weight. 

“Not here,” you say, husk already tinting your voice. “It’s a shitty table.” 

He releases you and follows you down the hallway to your bedroom. You don’t even have time to flick on the light before he pulls you backward, connecting your ass to his groin with his large hands fondling your breasts.

The eager touch surprises you—he hadn’t seemed at all bothered when you stopped him before. You can’t help but shiver when he sucks on your neck, fixing it with hickeys and bites. A renewed focus on your nipples makes you whimper and squeeze at his forearms. 

“Sensitive here, or are you just desperate?” He punctuates with a pull of your left nipple. 

“A bit of both,” you say, and press your ass against him. It’s been some time since you’ve felt this kind of touch, let alone by someone as attractive as him. 

“Cute,” he hums, and grinds his forming erection against you. 

Cool palms slide beneath the robe again, making your nipples so peaked they sting. Deft fingers are quick to melt the cold with slow rolls that morph into pinching and dragging from areola to tip. The attention makes you squirm in his hold and rest your head against his shoulder, weaving your fingers through his glorious hair—which is every bit as silky as it appears. Needing an outlet for your rising desire, you detach him from your neck and angle his head so you can force your lips together. 

The kiss is more passionate than you expected, and it only makes you melt further in his hands. You scratch his scalp and earn a surprised moan. His right hand trails upward, wrapping around a considerable portion of your neck. Air isn’t cut or restricted, but he squeezes enough for your pulse to quicken and make your head fuzzy.

A twist of your nipple makes you arch your back, and he sucks your lower lip until it bruises. Teeth scrape it briefly, before he pushes his tongue into your open mouth and greets yours unabashedly. 

Kenjaku has an air of grace to him, of superiority; you’d think him above such things as these. But he doesn’t flinch or show any disgust when drool pools from the messy kiss—he even licks the bit that trickles down your chin. He breaks the kiss, parting slowly to appreciate the strand that connects your mouths. 

A tug of the simple knot at your waist peels your robe open, and you help him by shrugging your shoulders free. The hold on your neck tightens, and he feels down your stomach, dipping below the waistband of your shorts. Your skin prickles with embarrassment when he squeezes the full softness above your pussy. A pleased noise comes from the back of his throat when he realizes you have no underwear and finds slippery arousal. 

“Look at me.”

You feel how heavy your eyes are, how blatant lust must be on your face. His middle finger finds your clit and traces a single rough, short line, making you flinch. Almost imperceptible circles soothe the rough sensation, leading you to loosen your grip on his hair and hold his wrist. The featherlike strokes feel like static, and every tingle of your flesh touching makes you wetter. 

When your eyes shut, he squeezes your neck again, demanding you keep your focus on him. Even in moments like this, his eyes are full of condescension and superiority; the lowliness you feel in his presence only stirs your need. 

Awkwardly, you feel around behind you for his cock and rub your palm over it as best you can. Despite the clumsy touch, his breath hitches, and his clever fingers pause. Thrill dances in your chest and you stroke him more firmly.

His hand flexes around your neck, and you can’t tell if it’s a warning or a green light. Whichever he intends doesn’t matter to you, because you squeeze his bulge. The firm tap of his finger on your clit reads as chastisement, but you ignore it, already deciding your next move. 

“I want to suck your dick,” you say. You aren’t too prideful to kowtow to his desire for control. “Can I?” 

Dark eyes shelter his thoughts as he considers your offer, and for a moment you think he’s going to turn you down, but he dips his finger in your hole and briefly skims the edge before swiping back up to your clit. A small noise comes out, and your face must be comical because he looks more amused than before. 

“How polite.” The lack of heat and touch as he steps away are disappointing, but the sounds of his belt and zipper more than make up for their loss. “I suppose I’ll let you.”

“Let me,” you snort as you watch him undress. “As if you didn’t start this.”

A broad hand presses down on your shoulder, urging you to kneel—which you do eagerly, not minding the cheap carpet scratching your knees.

“I did, and now you’re exactly where I want you,” he removes his sweater, bearing the impressive muscles of his abdomen. You wonder if this was his true intention coming here tonight and that he played you like a fiddle.

These thoughts disappear when he pulls his trousers and underwear down; you can’t help when your face twists in shock: his cock is huge.

“No wonder you’re so full of yourself.” 

He smirks, and you dread what this affair will do to his already inflated ego.

You scoot forward, assessing the beast, and idly rotate your jaw to prepare for the task at hand. Despite most of his head being exposed and dripping with pre-cum, you push back the remaining foreskin to fully reveal the dark head. You lean forward for a kiss, but land it on his groin instead. 

The click of his tongue and the twitch beneath you is reward enough for the entire night; you’re confident he would never beg for anything from you, but this disappointment feels close enough to claim the satisfaction all the same. 

Still positioned at his tip, your thumbs softly stroke the sides, more soothing than pleasurable as you continue to mouth everywhere but his cock. Fed up, he grips your hair and pulls you back. You get the message, and eagerly suck his head in your mouth, where you set your lips and tongue to work; it’s difficult with his girth, but you manage. He grunts and loosens his hold, allowing you to do as you please. 

To show your gratitude, you plunge him deeper, tongue now rubbing along the seam of his cock as you flex and contract your lips. The muscles in his thighs jolt, and you feel energy rolling off him—the urge to do something, to react.

Steeling your resolve, you slide him further in and pull back, never stopping the pulse of your lips or tongue. It’s then that you suck around him, creating the wet sounds of suction that fill your small bedroom.

The light from the hallway glows behind him, making him radiant; like he’s a god, and this is your offering.

You cup his balls gently and rub a thumb over them to test the waters. Your curiosity is rewarded when the single hand in your hair becomes two, and he moves your head for you.

They cover your ears, cutting out all sound. Whether this is intentional, you can’t say. All you can hear is the wet sounds of your mouth molding around his cock. It’s as if this is your entire world, that this is the only thing you’re good for, and the thought makes you drip. 

Lewdly, you hum and moan your prayer around him. Noises of his own join yours, but you are not worthy of hearing them. Overeager, he pulls you down further on his cock, poking dangerously close to your gag reflex. Your second unoccupied hand wraps around the portion not in your mouth preemptively, and stroke him in time with your mouth. Seeing right through your attempt, he holds your head still and begins fucking your mouth.

It takes only a few thrusts for him to push deeper than before, making you gag softly, which causes him to throw his head back and continue the deep thrusts. It’s uncomfortable, but not so much that you feel the need to stop him. Watching him loosen up is so hypnotic you don’t register how worryingly deep he is in your throat. Until he surges himself all the way forward, forcing your nose to meet his groin. 

When you choke, he groans deeply, and rolls against your face as your throat convulses around him sporadically. You’re about to beat at his thigh, but he pulls you off his cock entirely.

Quickly, you recover and recapture him despite the pull on your hair, doubling down with a soft mouth, tonguing all the sensitive spots you found. And to your surprise, hot cum spurts down your throat with a low groan. You drink it all until he pulls your head back and strokes his cock, shooting the remaining spurts on your face.

You didn’t think he’d be so quick to cum, and it seems, neither did he.

A painful yank of your hair forces you to stand before you can comment, and full of surprises, he licks a line of cum from your chin and smears it over your tongue with his own. The dirtiness of it makes a raw noise come from your abused throat.

Not breaking the kiss, he walks you to your bed and pushes you back; you scoot yourself to the headboard and barely shimmy your shorts off before he crawls atop you, flaccid cock in hand. With a surge of reversed cursed energy, he urges it to re-harden. 

“Is this the difference between special grades and the rest of us?” 

He doesn’t acknowledge your taunt, and after two pumps, positions his cock at your hole. Unprepped, his tip presses against the ring of muscle for several moments, unable to breech despite ample lubrication.

“The Viagra tech-”

Your pussy finally yields, and his cock spears itself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” 

Mercifully, he doesn’t rail you, and instead rolls his hips, stroking your most receptive spots. It aches, his cock stretching you to what feels like your capacity, but it’s the sort of ache that makes you crave more. You meet his hips with your own, desperately chasing more of the electric feeling. He grabs the underside of your knees and leans forward, putting his weight on them. The position angles his cock upward and fucks you with more fervor. 

“Jesus, it’s so big,” you say, legs trembling in his hold. 

Needing a distraction, you cup the back of his head and pull him as close as your breasts and stomach allow. You kiss at whatever flesh you can reach, starting at his damp hairline, and following up immediately with the seam on his forehead. The simple kiss earns you a sharp cant of his hips and a hiss, tempting you to fixate on the scar.

Your tongue traces the divot faintly, careful not to press too hard and minding the sutures. The effect is immediate, as he ruts into you, slow, deep, and hard, surprisingly loud moans spilling from his pretty lips. Even his moans are rough, as if they scrape his throat on their way out. Like his vocal chords haven’t made such sounds in some time. 

“Sensitive?” You murmur your tease against the raised flesh. 

“Wounds tend to be, yes.” He kisses you tenderly, and when you sigh, bites your lower lip with a crunch. Teeth pierce, and copper flavors the kiss. You part with a hiss, and his thumb swipes at the puncture. “See? Or do you need further demonstration.”

“You’re such a dick,” you mutter, batting his hand away from your sore lip.

His attention falters, and you follow his eyes to your nightstand. You live alone and have no need for secrecy, so your vibrator charges in plain sight. Owning sex toys is something you’ve never thought twice about, let alone felt any shame towards, but you become flustered when Kenjaku leans over and unplugs it.

Excitement overpowers your embarrassment when he turns it on. To your surprise, he doesn’t place it on your clit, and instead keeps it in a low setting and traces it along your labia. His hips slow, but they maintain a steady pace. Your body tenses with anticipation anytime it nears your clit, but it still doesn’t touch you. The stretch of his cock feels amazing, but your clit practically burns with need, swollen and begging to be touched.

“Now, what do you have for me this week?” he asks, full of mischief.

“What?”

He pushes your chubby mound upward and finally places the toy on your clit—you gasp. 

“Your report. It’s what I came here for, after all.” 

He circles the vibrator around your clit in time with his hips, looking all too amused when you struggle to respond. You ignore his question, and instead squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate. You’ve waited so long, you’ve been so pent up, you just need—

“Ah, ah, you’ve got a job to do. Stay focused,” he tuts, and lifts the vibrator. You swear loudly, and your hips chase the toy, but he pins you with a hand on your hip. 

“T-the first year,” you begin, legs trembling with pent up anticipation, “students–” you whimper when the vibrator returns. 

“Go on,” he coos. 

“They-they…” you trail off when a slow and delicious drag of his cock steals your mind. The vibrator moves, and you throw your head back. “Theywentto–fuck!” 

“Speak clearly; this is vital information.” He presses it on fully, directly, gleefully watching you struggle. 

“They wen-went to Ro-oooh,” with a click, he turns it up a notch. “Fuck, you’re–” he nestles it between your lips and rotates it teasingly. Only a few hums more and he removes it again. 

“Please, please don’t stop.” Your voice warbles pathetically, “please let me cum. I need it–”

“And I need your report,” he smiles, as if he isn’t torturing you. 

The hopeless look you give him must spur him on, because he fucks you with the most vigor he’s showed thus far. Ripples roll across your soft stomach and thighs, and your breasts bounce wildly, but you’re too far gone to pay them any mind. 

“They went to R-roppongi!” You manage, and before he can torment you, add, “it was just—third-grade curses.” 

Even now, as he fucks you hard and fast, he doesn’t pull out much, and instead focuses on stroking your all of your sensitive areas relentlessly. It’s so different from what you’re used to, and so, so much better. You don’t know if you’ll be satisfied getting fucked any other way now. 

“And what of Satoru Gojo?” he grunts when you squeeze him particularly hard.

“A meeting–he had a meeting,” you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath. The pause must displease Kenjaku, because he slaps your wet clit with the buzzing toy, making you jerk beneath him. 

“Wednesday!” you yell. “The Higher uh-” you’re cut off with a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue, agitating your bloody lip. 

“No need to shout, I’m right here,” he says cheekily, and grips your jaw, demanding your attention. “I’m sure you’re eager for your reward.” You nod the best you can.

A large palm spans your lower belly, pressing the plump flesh down to meet his upward thrusts. It feels like you’re even fuller, even more sensitive; your eyes bulge when a deep pressure builds. 

“Can you feel it?” His eyes look wild, more unhinged than before, and it makes you squeeze him in apprehension. “How large this cock is—incredible, isn’t it?” 

If you weren’t on the verge of exploding, the way he marvels at his own dick would make you roll your eyes. 

“Hmm?” He pulls all the way out for the first time, and sharply thrusts back in, meanly stabbing your deepest, most tender area.

“Yes, yes—I feel it!” He repeats the motion, aiming higher. “It feels so fucking good!”

He chuckles and ups the vibrator’s setting, rocking into you faster. All you can do is hold on to him, your mind too scattered and pliant for anything more. With each powerful thrust, he hits the spot near your cervix, causing your pussy to clench around him and draw melodic sounds. You force your eyes to stay open, fully aware that this is a sight you’ll never forget. His disheveled hair clung to his sweaty skin, with most of the strands of his top knot undone. Pink tinges his cheeks, and his brows crease ever so slightly. The sight causes a sudden leap of pleasure, and you feel yourself dancing at the edge.

“Are you ready to come?” He asks, as if sensing the sudden development.

“Oh, god yes!”

A smile is the only warning you're given before he withdraws the vibrator again. The cruelty almost makes you cry. Before you can plead, he pushes the hood of your clit back and the vibrator returns.

“Then come.”

Everything you held onto breaks as you come, abdomen convulsing deeply, and mouth wide open. You soar so high you forget he’s with you for a moment. Your pussy gushes, and clenches him so hard it feels like it’s trying to push his cock out along with your release. The euphoric sensations quickly become a sting as the vibrator doesn’t falter, and you claw at his back and wail.

With a click, he turns off the toy as he tosses it aside, and traps you in his arms with his head nestled in the junction of your neck and shoulder. Teeth sink into the flesh hard enough to draw blood and a shout. Only four pumps more and he fills you as deep as he can reach, as if his cum seeps directly into your womb.

He lies on you for several moments, his cock softening and twitching occasionally. It’s pleasant, and oddly domestic, feeling skin against your own and listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing. Eventually, he slides free, and you’re reminded that he came inside you when it trickles down your ass. 

“I’m not on birth control, you know.” You eye him as he flops next to you, making himself comfortable, as if this is his bed and you’re the guest. “Unless you want some kid of yours running around, you owe me a Plan B.”

He shrugs.

“Makes no difference to me. It wouldn’t be my first child or my last.” 

“Ha, right,” you stretch your legs, sore from being bent for so long. After a pause, you turn to him again.

“Wait, really?”

[anathemafiction]

My deepest condolences to Rafael.

I'm afraid that my very sarcastic Romanus is on a mission to look after, seduce and annoy the absolute hell out of him. Not necessarily in that order.

I'd feel sorry for Rafael, but he seemed to like it when he called him a bastard, so...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Any chance we'll get Rafael's POV for that particular scene at the end of the first book?

Seriously tho, I can't wait for this romance. Your first book was incredible and I'm looking forward to the next one! ^^

If you keep calling him a bastard, Rafael will develop an odd relationship with the word.

"Bastard!" someone calls him on the street.

Rafael halts. Why the hell is he blushing?!

[drawartisho2004]

Hello !

So, some years ago, when I was watching Beetlejuice the movie over and over again back around 2021, I discover something odd and, let's say this, creepy about Betelgeuse (No way ?!) and since the trailer for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is out, I thought it was a good time to share something I had in my mind since I watched the first movie.

So, you know the scene where Lydia goes to the attic to say goodbye to the Maitlands after she writes her suicide note ? Here, she meets Betelgeuse for the second time in the movie. Let's focus on Betelgeuse's appearance:

So, we can see he is wearing a dressing gown, but inside of it, there is something else:

There's something on his chest. We can also see it in the following scene:

And then:

Now, we can see it disappears in the second picture. When you check this scene carefully and closely in motion, you can see the weird looking square slightly move until its gone.

(If you want to check this yourself, you can go on Movieclips channel for free on Youtube)

Now, it seems logical to me that what he had on his chest is a polaroid picture.

It would make sense.

But then, what or who is on this photo ? We only see the white part of it which is the back of the polaroid picture. Now, with how creepy Betelgeuse is, it will not surprise anyone if this photo concern one of the main cast, Lydia Deetz. That would explain why we don't see it.

Of course, it can be anyone, but it would sound totally random if it was Delia or even Sarah. Especially when we know that Betelgeuse has a sudden interest in Lydia around half of the movie:

''We come for your daughter, Chuck.''

or

''The only one I think I can dealt with, is Edgar Allan Poe's daughter. I think she understands me.''

Luckily, we have some proof that can confirm this suspicion.

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BEETLEJUICE GOES HAWAIIAN

''Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian was the name of the script to a possible second Beetlejuice movie which never made in into production. (...)''

-Description From Beetlejuice Wiki I Fandom

I know, I know. Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian is not canon, I know that. Then, why still adding it as some kind of proof ? Well, you'll see when I get to the second point.

In the script, Betelgeuse is working as a janitor in an ''Afterlife Supermarket'', where, from time to time, will take an old photograph out of his pocket and look at it fondly. He will try to look at it in multiple occasions if he wasn't disturb every time by a character named Ahi. Later on, it is revealed to be Lydia in the photo.

(Page 4 to 5)

Without counting the amount of attempt Betelgeuse make to woo Lydia to convince her to marry him once again, using a love potion and literally try to kill her in the end because he wanted her so bad. Which show how much of a interest (if not obsession) he had for her.

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BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE I OFFICIAL TRAILER

Finally, after all these years, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice 2) came at last.

In the trailer, he has a picture of Lydia Deetz back in the day when she was a teenager on his desk. Where he can look at it every. single. time.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Going back to Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian, I have a feeling that the all ''Betelgeuse have a picture of Lydia this all time'' was planned from the very beginning. Even tho Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian is not canon, Tim Burton clearly seems to have liked the idea. As if Betelgeuse was not creepy enough.

Someone probably point this out years, years ago. 100% sure of this. But hey, at least I got this out of my head. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, I can't wait to see what Tim Burton reserves for us this September.

[roxannarambles]

What are on your thoughts the cut storyboards especially on the hollow mind episode, where Hunter blushed at Luz from her comment? Or your thoughts on how the we don’t see Evelyn fully in person but just her in the photos in belos mind?

Hmm, Hollow Mind blush? Let's see . . .

This? I assume it took place after he said he reads about Mindscapes. Nothing too odd about that on its own, he's just embarrassed over admitting he's a big giant nerd, presumably. There's a similar instance in Hunting Palismen where he's nerding out over wild magic and in the storyboards he blushes as well. I don't think it's inherently shippy that he wants to seem cool in front of Luz or other people. Though it is a little interesting they always delete it when he blushes around Luz. Personally, I think they were a little . . . paranoid about potentially giving fans the impression he might have a thing for her.

Which is my personal explanation for how BADLY Hollow Mind ended and the rest of S2B went. Among those cut Hollow Mind storyboards is a scene where Hunter confronts the truth about Belos (inside the Mindscape) and Luz comforts him.

These were changed for story flow reasons, favoring the idea of Hunter confronting the truth closer to the end of the episode, when he promptly has a panic attack upon leaving the Mindscape. The problem is that um . . . the comforting part wasn't put back in? Luz just frickin' lets him run off and doesn't even try to chase after him? Which is wildly, wildly out of character no matter how you look at it?

The most sensible, intuitive, and satisfying course for the plot to run was that Luz pursued him and had him stay at the Owl House and they'd comfort each other over such a massive revelation. Not this randomly weird 'oh he stays at Hexside like a hobo' story. It's so awkward and weird. The show also shoehorned in a forced ship for Hunter at the last second. (maybe if the ship had been allowed the space to develop it would have felt organic and a decent ship, but it really didn't for me.) It really does feel like they suddenly went, 'oh crap we can't have him too close with Luz, it will look bad for our power couple of the show. do everything we can to distance him from Luz'

That's what I am choosing to believe, anyway, because that's a more generous assumption than 'it was just really badly written.' ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Buuuuut that's enough talk about S2B. To be honest, the end of Hollow Mind and everything past it is dead to me-- I didn't even watch S3 and never plan to. People might think that's an extreme reaction but I don't think so. Actually I highly recc trying it out. If you stop enjoying a show just stop watching it, if it sucks hit da bricks!! Why keep watching something just to complain and for it to sour your memory of the parts of the show you DID enjoy? I get to (mostly) keep my fond memories of this show, I call that a win

As to Evelyn, idk man, there's all kinds of threads that were never tied up, but to be fair that's 'cause the show was pre-maturely cancelled. Presumably she had ties with Eda's family though, it's what we've always assumed.

[alextydaisuda123]

I wonder how Echo would react to my Au Library tower? I would have sent you images on what they look like but for some odd reason I can't. They are on my blog. Basically in that Au Peppino is a librarian and he owns a library instead of a pizzeria. Fake Peppino works with Peppino along with Gustavo and he's a really good shapeshifter. He can change his appearance whenever he wants to. Pepperman and Vigilante are pretty much the same but the only difference I did was giving Pepperman and I ❤️ art shirt and Vigilante is wearing one of those scarfs that cowboys wear. It's red with white dots. And about Noise, he works with Noisette at her cafe.

Library! Peppino is a little confused and is trying to find a creature similar to Echo in the books, maybe it will help. So far there are no results ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Echo-Peppino is extremely embarrassed because the Library! Bruno looks at him and touches him, but Echo-Bruno is just curious and calm, he is glad to have new guests :3

Library!Noise just treated Echo-Noise to some goodies. He will be happy and full) And also the Library!Noise is just interested to see how Echo-Noise eats at all😅

Library!Pepperman brought with him a book on the subject of art. Echo Pepperman is skeptical about reading, but damn it, “Why not,” he thought, and he decided to join in this matter.

Library!Vigilante and Echo-Vigilante are just having a nice conversation. Library!Vigi talks a lot about his farm where he works, and Echo-Vigi just listens to him silently. But this whole conversation gave him a reason to remember about his farm, about his grandfather, which is why he became a little sadnessed, although he tries not to show it.

[basil--and--sage]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO AN ANALYSIS ON HOW FILI'S HAIR AND GENERAL APPEAREANCE CHANGES FEOM THE FIRST MOVIE TO THE LAST. because EVERY time i see a clip or photo of him from an unexpected journey its a jumpscare because there's something different but i can never pinpoint what. i think they change his nose prosthetics?? and also his hair gets... shorter? but i'm losing my shit over it again and just please tell me i'm not going insane because i know thorins looks change BIT FILIS CHANGE SO MUCH MORE

Hey!

I don't really do analyses, but I can give you my (maybe unfunded) opinion? You can find it under the cut.

I think it has something to do with the change of the actor. In Bag End there are several scenes with the old actor, though mostly in the background, who looks completely different from Dean O'Gorman (and is also much taller, I think). And then Fíli is missing during several scenes, for example in Rivendell. And there are a few scenes with a double, I think. Here on tumblr circulates a (very funny) post with a gif of Bofur looking very unimpressed during the song of the Goblin King, and behind him stands a dude with Fíli's wig, who is neither the old actor nor the new one. I also think, that the guy wriggling in the sack during the troll cooking scene is neither of them, too, since he's lying weirdly face down the whole time and doesn't say anything.

That explains quite a lot of weird Fíli in the background, I think, but I do think that Dean O'Gorman looks different throughout the first movie, too.

He looks the oddest to me during the scenes in Bag End, because his hair is more voluminous and his eyes look smaller than during the rest of the movie. Later he looks more awake and his prosthetics seem to be a whole lot more flattering, especially for his eye area. Though, to be honest, I don't really get the timeline here. Kíli looks completely weird, too, in Bag End (at least whenever he is in the background, for example during the singing scene, or when he says "Mister Dwalin!"), since they gave him this way too big forehead prosthetic in the beginning, which doesn't fit the rest of his face at all, in my opinion, before they changed it. But, the scenes with Dean O'Gorman in the foreground were shot later, since they had to redo the scenes after the old actor left (and also since Kíli's look changed). So I don't really get why he looks so odd, since these weren't his first scenes in the movie. I think, I saw an interview, that his first scenes were deleted ones, where he stood on Aidan Turner's shoulders in a battle scene and he looked fine there.

So, no idea what went down in the Bag End scenes, because he looks so much better during the rest of the movie (at least, when it is really him and not the double or the old actor).

To cut a long story short: I think it is due to the change of actors, the use of doubles, and something odd going on with his face prosthetics during the Bag End scenes, though I have no idea, why that happened only there. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If anyone has some insight, please share!

[goldenpinof]

yooo i totally get where youre coming from wrt feeling like the only person who gives a shit enough to critique these kinds of little things about dnp. it definitely shows that they don't really care for the details, which personally i don't mind w things like the websites (maybe that's just bc i don't have an eye for graphic design!) but when it comes to details that imo make a significantly lesser experience as a viewer and fan, it really can feel really unprofessional on their end.

it's interesting because, on one hand, that's a little bit their charm, sorta scrappy OG youtubers who haven't really changed their formula much but continue to create CoNtEnT because they have an established community who enjoys what they do. but then on the other hand, they often allow that attitude to seep into things like operating their business, overlooking details in editing, weirdness with just about all of the managements theyve been under, the general tone-deafness of cheerfully announcing there will be more us and uk shows and completely brushing over the call for them to at least MENTION the rest of the world that isn't europe or the us.... also i think so often about how garbage their bday livestreams were in terms of production, that would be so unacceptable from literally anyone other than dnp, but because it's them they get away with it lmao. (and yes ultimately those streams were for a good cause and they succeeded in the fundraising, but that can't be an excuse for low quality.)

their unprofessionalism is like a double-edged sword in a way, like i genuinely find them difficult to recommend to other people, not necessarily because i think my friends wouldn't like their sense of humor, but because there ARE creators out there who have similar origins and have done similar things and have improved quality production alongside their growth. and again, i do not necessarily mind scrappiness, but it feels like it's at odds with the amount of money they make and the type of productions they are trying to do with things like the tour. and that's the other thing, they are FULLY CAPABLE of having consistently good production quality to all of their shit, not just the big tours. they just choose not to, and whether or not that's for the sake of image or being control freaks or they really do not care, it ends up making a worse experience for their audience imo.

(but like. im also of the mindset that dan should have done stand-up shows in dingy bars for $10 instead of wad so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

"control freaks"

for the last 2 years i question this statement almost every day. because if they were control freaks, none of this bullshit with promo materials existed.

and it's not about design itself. it's about typos and just wrong names of the venues. my main question is: WHY is it so hard to make things right? because realistically, it's not hard at all.

especially when people are telling you and asking you to fix it. like, how fucking stubborn you should be to brush it off. your work is your public image. and i'm sorry, but it looks like shit. it's so unprofessional, it's painful to look at. and i'm not even talking about videos. i'm talking specifically about danandphiltour.com and promo materials. editing of their videos is a different problem.

production-wise: this time, i have to say that i don't really care. but i get what you mean. there are youtubers who invested in this. dnp didn't. because they don't care, because it works how it is right now.

in conclusion: our loyalty is at fault. if we cared about work details a little bit more and were more serious, maybe, just maybe, we could level up all these things. but it seems like no one cases, and i'm tired of fighting this battle for years. i'm gonna take the L eventually. but the tour got on the way, unfortunately.

[avecoda]

The Setup

In lieu of Nanowrimo selling out to AI, I've decided to do a cobbled together November Fic-A-Thon of sorts (couldn't be bothered to come up with a better name, c'est la vie), try to post two fics a week, for a total of 8 this month, and have a fun time guessing how many words it'll all be at the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, here is my first entry for this month! I've been really loving how a lot of the companions will couple up if you don't romance them, and I particularly love Neve and Lucanis. So here's that, with cheeky background Rook/Emmrich bc I can't help myself!

Neve Gallus/Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin/Rook

WC: 2485 | Rated: Teen for one barely lewd conversation | tags: fluff & romance, mutual pining, idiots in love, slow burn, developing relationship, background Rook/Emmrich

Neve starts to suspect that Rook and Emmrich are growing rather fond of each other. Of course, she's left with only one thing to do: investigate. Luckily, she isn't the only one noticing blossoming relationships in the Lighthouse. (this one is spoiler free, so don't fret if you haven't finished the game yet!)

sneak peak below the cut!

*also tag me if you participate, I want to read your creations!!

The first one she needled about it was Lucanis. Surely the trained-from-birth assassin would notice an odd change in behavior or two. 

After dinner, as soon as dish duty was finished, she found him in the pantry with his nose in a demitasse. He lifted it only long enough to answer her question. 

“Mierda . Is that why they have been slipping off after dinner so quickly? As soon as Emmrich clears his plate, Rook discards whatever is left on hers and follows.” 

“You didn’t think that meant anything?” 

“As long as people are not trying to kill me, or I am not trying to kill them, what I think is not important.” 

Neve gave him a look, mouth quirked to the side, eyebrows raised. 

Lucanis remained stoic before sighing and looking to the side for a moment. “Spite says he has been wondering when you were going to bring this up.”  

“Oh, yeah?” Neve egged on. “Well, what does he think of all this?” 

“It is better not to ask,” he smirked. "I think Rook is wasting a lot of good pasta this way.” 

She smiled at the last statement, and decided to change the topic of conversation to dinner. And how good it was. And what was on the menu for tomorrow.  

After a few minutes, Lucanis silently poured a second cup of coffee and handed it to her.

[astraldrake]

tfs thoughts beneath the readmore note: contains spoilers for the entire campaign

the opening vision we get when we enter the traveler... i ended up watching it multiple times (computer issues ;-;) but MAN was it cool the inside of the traveler in general looks super funky, im going to have to do a no hud run at some point just for screenshots. shoutout to bungie for giving us a sparkly pink rainbow subclass, just in time for pride month lol weapon unsunsetting means i get to pull all sorts of old friends out of the vault. (python, the vow, steelfeather repeater, perfect paradox, etc...) i'm pretty ambivalent abt cayde generally but they did a good job w/ his characterization. i was worried he'd end up being kind of grating but so far he's been okay i was (initially) delighted to see targe. i was not anticipating that they were introducing him just so they could kill him off 5 minutes later. i have mixed feelings on zavala's characterization but it's been a minute since i buried my face into the ishtar collective lore vault so maybe it's just my memory being unreliable. for him to just lose it and start acting irrationally like that felt odd. maybe it's bcs we havent seen him in a while? idk it just felt off. (tbf you could point out that it's probably a byproduct of being forced to relive one of the most unpleasant moments of his entire life so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ fear and desperation can make people do strange things) ikora was cool, idk she didn't read as ooc or anything to me, her reunion with cayde was very sweet, though in hindsight i wish they'd given her a little more to do. seasonal stuff has struggled to give consistency to crow but i appreciate this expansion's efforts to tie up some of those threads more neatly. (i lost it when he pulled out an iron battleaxe, i did not expect that plot point to get touched on!! also it was cool!) i am still irritated that they fridged amanda ( i ignored that part of canon so hard it kinda smacked me in the face when they mentioned her.) i love luzaku, and i would kill for luzaku. ( finally! friendly hive!) i did like the emphasis on ghost and guardian relationships throughout the expansion's story. (also ghost as the location vendor!!!! having regular chats with him while we go through the story!!! the fact he becomes increasingly damaged and wounded throughout the campaign giving me the distinct dread that he might die!!!)

the fact the traveler is letting out intermittent shrieks of pain... MAN... the return of the glowing bird as our guide! (also the fact that the grenade projectile for song of flame looks like a bird... i dont think they're actually connected but it is giving me Ideas.) speaking of song of flame, i kind of expected it to be more underwhelming than it is?? it's actually pretty fun! prismatic is a lot of fun to mess around with! nothing like throwing a storm grenade at an enemy to simultaneously proc devour and amplify. the speaker mask exotic is also giving me Ideas >:) i lost my shit when they mentioned Micah-10. she's one of the last lore characters i expected them to pull out of the hat but i am delighted to see her in game, and seemingly as more than just a cameo too, as far as i can tell. pretty ambivalent abt the whole "player character is the most powertful being in the universe and the chosen one" thing. it's kinda where i figured they'd take it and i dont hate the trope so eh whatever. im glad they actually gave me cover for some of these story missions. i did not super enjoy lightfall's strategy of throwing me in a room with one million guys and a few tiny scraps of cover. ( the radial mast double tank fight... *shudders* ) difficulty wise legendary wasn't all that painful, there were a few fights i struggled with, but a change of loadout, or a little trial and error was pretty much all i needed. i def understand why they've saved the witness fight for the raid, but if my raiding history is anything to got by im certainly not doing day one, but that doesn't mean ill never touch it. (ive missed most of the newer raids, im just not that much of a people person.) ill try and take some day 1 screenshots of the opening area at least. also wrt post campaign!! i loved playing projectile tennis with savathun. all the two queens stuff was great tbh sav is such a fun villian. like yes!! you do owe us nothing and are only going to swoop in to help us bcs we have a bigger threat to deal with!! we can go back to trying to outscheme eachother once this is over!! ( also hey, they brought back adventures! i thought they'd never do that!) also what ive played of the crode camping trip (i forgot the mission name) has been fun. just me and the bois, out exploding screebs. ( then the game crashed so i guess i gotta go play that again lmao) overall i think this expansion is pretty good! i havent even gotten to the seasonal stuff yet, much less some of the regular patrol stuff for the pale heart.

[branchs-left-sock]

if a lot of the trolls have nature-themed names, what are the odds that Branch’s last name might be…….. Timberlake?

the night after I got this ask, I had a dream where I decided to look up branch's voice actor to double check something before answering the ask, but their last name was something like Oliphant. So in my dream I was really really confused as to why you were suggesting he'd be named after justin timberlake, of all people. absolutely ridiculous. completely left-field. dunno where you got that from tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[cherry-berry-candy]

How do we feel about TEoD?

so, overall my feelings are... mixed. some of the problems i had last episode seemed to be confirmed, there were some themes i wasn't expecting (pleasantly surprised), and there were some themes i wasn't expecting (unpleasantly shocked)

soooo time for another cut and a lot of thoughts (including a lot of complaints, be prepared) (also, nyx did a lot of writing for this oops)

TRUMAN SHOW

(i promise this isn't our main gripe lol)

okay, first thing's first, elephant in the room- tv show theory wasn't confirmed. well... not necessarily confirmed, but still very possible. the TARDIS crew not-quite-literally (or was it literally...) watch previous episodes on a television screen, and mrs flood is mrs flood. or, is she? we'll get back to her.

so, we know people have said that this is more than likely not the end of the current story- we should wait to see where the second block of 8 episodes go! usually we'd agree with this, but we take issue with something for this particular theory. we're going to explain why we think this season is worse off without a confirmation for this particular thing- assuming it's accurate.

take mrs flood for a moment, in isolation. she does some odd unexplained things- saying ominous stuff, knowing things you wouldn't expect her to, speaking to and looking to camera, etc. that we don't fully understand her now is fine- there's a bit of mystery to chew on, and it doesn't take away from the enjoyment of the episode, unless we assume that the explanation won't be sufficient.

the tv show theory explains a lot more than this, though. yes it recontextualizes in-universe events, but it also recontextualizes the experience of watching the show itself. the relationship between the doctor and ruby growing so fast, the anachronistic music in Rogue, the musical number in The Devil's Chord, the choice to not show hardly any moments before or after adventures, and more.

before getting an explanation of these things, i feel these things are distracting. this doesn't feel, to us, like the type of thing that should be a long game. obviously, there's plenty more than enough for us to pick up on to give the impression of tv show theory being real. but, for anyone not digging into this, hoping, praying for an explanation for the oddities, like we have been- this is just a series of strange choices.

even for me, someone who is all aboard still- this is a full season of show! maybe "full" is an odd word for it being so short, but there is some intention of a contained arc in these 8 episodes. so, in some sense, it should be taken as its own. and on its own- these choices are unexplained. even if they get explained later, i think this season is forever weaker for it.

Thoughts from TLoRS

(and how they were affected by TEoD)

we made a post following TLoRS with some issues we had, that might be resolved by the end of TEoD. so here's how those panned out, in our eyes

im going to skip over anything that's just "well, tv show theory isn't confirmed yet, so this is still weird! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" to avoid redundancy.

some characters- in particular, rose noble, ibrahim, and carla- didn't do anything this episode. just like they did nothing last episode. so why were they here lol. carla being in this episode being seen getting turned to dust im alright with. but what's the point of the other two? why did carla need to come to UNIT? it seems like the reason rose was here was to bring carla in- especially since she just stands around, even when everyone else is firing at the TARDIS. she only gets one line upon waking up. and i don't think carla contributed nearly enough to TLoRS to justify either of them being around for this story. ibrahim doesn't seem to have a reason, even outside of that. lol.

one could argue that carla was brought to UNIT so mrs flood could have an excuse to be alone with cherry (oh hey. nice name sagkjsjakdg). but like... why did that need to happen? like, okay, mrs flood needed to spout some ominous stuff to camera, but she couldve done that to carla, no? or just done it to cherry with carla just... in the other room? especially with mrs flood's only role in this episode being to ~be mysterious~. a little of our feelings on this is flavored by That One RTD Interview, but... it just feels pointless to do it this way! maybe it'll be clearer later why we needed to have mrs flood be ominous to cherry specifically, specfically without carla around but... idk.

the thing with the radio reading "15:08" and "service not available" before susan's speech (immediately following Carla saying "go and get her!") still don't mean anything, yet. i guess. we saw it flicker a bit more, and see that 24 minutes passed (there were still nearly 36 minutes left in TLoRS when we saw the radio that episode. wonder what's up with that) but otherwise nothing.

the themes around sutekh actually did sell me on him being here! the idea that the doctor has been bringing death wherever he goes is a great one to explore this way! the reveal is still the reveal, but i was happy with the them explored here, and ill get more into that later down the road in the next section

FINALLY, THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE ITSELF

(still ft. some broader season thoughts, but more focused on this specific episode)

can we stop writing kate to be just. fully stupid. please. im tired of her just firing at gods like it's going to do something. im fine with her being morally funky because UNIT but oh my god.

the "there will be birds" line is cringe and out of nowhere and lame. LMAO like. i don't think i could put it in any way that's smart. it's jarring for her to say such a flowery line before she dies and it's odd and it's cringe and it's lame

satisfying susan (triad) explanation. neat

god we love 15. "ruby roo"? "melanie b"? absolutely lovely

the doctor closing the door behind him on all the death he's caused? mwah. chef's kiss

not going to think about the DNA data existing in 2046. it doesn't matter. not thinking about it

"i traveled to all those worlds. i thought it was fun." what a great parallel to the archeologist from Pyramid of Mars that the narrative once defended. someone smarter than me could say more, but im too busy complaining. oops

didn't watch the tales of the tardis, but from the outfits it seems like they slotted it chronologically in the middle of this episode. neat!

"cultural appropriation" is a response that tickles me, and is also appreciated. glad the acknowledgement is made. that said, i saw some people still taking issue with the portrayal here so... maybe that growth isn't all the way done yet.

the doctor not acknowledging that the 4th doctor was him is so interesting. it also recontextualizes him calling 14 rose's uncle a bit- he really is trying to separate from who he used to be. maybe this also adds to him still not visiting susan. this also plays into the theory that he was straight up lying about having healed from 14's experiences- this too could have been him trying to separate!

if you can't tell, im saying all this as i rewatch the episode. not much to comment on where we're at, so a good time to bring up- the effects struggled in this episode, just a bit. the greenscreening of the og tardis in the time window was a little rough, and the makeup is (imo) noticeably worse. or rather, noticably noticable. maybe it just shined in the lighting of TLoRS? it was odd.

feel like "silence can reign" instead of quoting "silence can fall" is a potential missed opportunity? this one doesn't matter really, i think i'm just surprised

also i was reaaaally think this was going to be a "ruby is a devilspawn" moment, it almost feels like it was teased? idk, maybe i just was theorybrained. lol

oh okay. the tardis just has a laser beam in it. alright. sure i guess

this face is so fucking funny to me LMAO

okay i actually don't really. understand what's happening in the vortex here. like what is the cause and effect. idc that it's supernatural i just don't understand what the supernatural thing is. maybe that's a me problem.

the corniness of them all silently stepping outside... okay

okay other people brought it up before but. what about all the identical-looking susans across the modern day 😭like are they just gonna live their lives and no one's gonna think about it?

wait how did they. how did they get the data on ruby's mother. why didn't they just do whatever that process was before.

just some girl! okay, sure! i like the idea that she wasn't actually special, there were just weird circumstances that caused everything-

"we invest things with significance" awww that's kinda sweet actually :)

...

okay but hold on. what was the snow all about though. why could ruby create snow around her. and why did the memory keep changing. and what made the 66.7 meters relevant to her mother and to 73 Yards. and also...

this season has done a lot with myths and stories and such, but usually there's something... more to it. as there has been in other episodes like this in previous eras, too! in space babies, the spaceship creates something from stories. in 73 Yards, the mythology of fairy rings is implied to be based on a true story, in some sense. but here, a story just... became fantastical. for no reason other than being a story. and only specifically for ruby sunday. half the story or not, this is incredibly unsatisfying for a finale, lol

the pointing thing is. lame. the pointing doesn't make more sense in hindsight. it makes less. who the hell dramatically turns around and points at a sign to unofficially name their child. 😭

i really like the doctor projecting his issues onto ruby. like i don't because don't traumatize her just because you've dealt with it LOL but i do like it because Character Flaw

HEY WHY DOES THE DOCTOR LOOK INTO CAMERA HERE.

wow, the doctor... basically kicks ruby out of the tardis. dude you suck so much ass 😭

"my real mum" your WHAT? what do you mean your "real mum" who the hell has been raising you this whole time? russell. russellllll. come on dude 😭

kinda weird ruby never mentioning the possibility of having a dad just... went away here. is that intentional? idk. i don't really get why or how it would be, so i guess it's just retroactively weird that she never wondered about her dad until now.

hi mrs flood! who are you!! people are pointing to missy vibes (the umbrella!), the outfit similarity to romana at... one point? i don't know classic who aslkgaklgd there are a couple other characters people have pointed out, as well as the "clever boy" reference. kind of reminds me of rogue being a seeming amalgamation of some other characters, like river, jack harkness, and the master. hmmmm

well! there it all is! our disorganized thoughts. too tired to make a conclusion though LOL so im just. putting this all out there lmao

[roadrcnner]

        “  𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙴, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴?  ”

            ALEKSANDR  “ ALEXEI ”  BREMOVYCH.

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PARALLELS       illya kuryakin  (   man from uncle   )   /   peter joshua  (   charade   )   / raoul silva  (   skybox   )   /    david percival  (   atomic blonde   )

BIOGRAPHY.

TRIGGER  WARNINGS    abuse,  childhood  trauma,  murder,  violence,  gun  use,  mentions  of  war,  mentions  of  ptsd. tl;dr    boy turned orphan is nearly recruited by the same man that killed his mother in her own garden. the man takes someone more willing to work for the knife instead: his sister. boy spends the rest of his sister's life trying to free her from her cage. 01. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ was an odd boy. for an odd boy born to a very odd family, it’s no wonder you grew up sideways. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ can still remember the current of floodwater underfoot as you trudged through the garden. you still remember how mama’s sundress sopped up all the dirt and muck but the daisy print still remained even after the rain washed away her most prominent features. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ always remembered. father ( you've never had a father have you? ) told you that what you saw was just the wild throws of childish imagination. that it wouldn’t happen again. it doesn’t. but, with these so-called falsehoods, mama follows.    02. you were a young thing when your family fractioned that first time. just you, your sister and your small, empty house filled with each other's silence. father comes to you again a short time later, gives you the option to die in that cold dark house like your mother did or to come with him. that man, all those years ago had told you that your mother had not wanted you ⸻ either of you ⸻ which is why she had left the way she had. quietly, out in the middle of the garden. 03. his second arrival is something of mercy, it had been something of a bargain: take my hand and i can take you away from this. could a slaughterhouse become salvation? your sister in time would come to know what you already had, but only after she took the chance that you had not. she was the first to leave, the one to travel across the sea where children could live without bounds. a sterling promise of something new. that strange man gave her a new name, a new life, a new family. you won't see your sister for another twelve years after the fact, you claim that you never stopped looking. 04. you still had not been good enough to be saved ⸻ because even with all you'd lost, part of you would always be free. the same had not applied to your sister. you'd give your life, or at least the very many years to follow, to stand in her shadow ⸻ just to know that she'd go unharmed even as she incited little fires for the organization she'd unknowingly given her freedom to. in time, you too would come to understand what it meant to work for the knife. 05. you and your sister served different gods.  you  pledge  yourselves  to  manmade  horrors,  trading  one  ghost  for  another  if  it  meant  the  cause  you  had  served  was  deemed  more  righteous  than  the  last.   had  only  you’d  known  that  it  would  be  another  thing  to  sever  you.   you  soar  ranks,   spit  out  commands  like  a  morning  prayer  even  when  things  had  become  everything  but  what  you  wanted.   you  were  no  longer  fighting  the  good,  noble  war ⸻ you,  and  again  your  sister ⸻ were  the  casualties.    06. america, the place your sister was buried, the place you changed, her grave as the catalyst for your second metamorphosis. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ was still missing and your sister was dead, but alexei bremovych was alive. and you would soon find out what else you would become. in time: the things you would do, the reckoning you would bring.

HEADCANONS

served in the military & was permitted leave after 10 yrs; swiftly arose in ranking for his aim as a sharpshooter. called for leave following his a field injury and has since been passed up with several theorized black ops agencies.

the sibling who had the priveledge of becoming prodigal. had a few weeks with his sister during her defection from the red eye before she had been killed. hasn't returned home to russia since.

spent so much time trying to undo his sister's involvement with the red eye that he dipped a foot or two into the criminal cesspool over the years. lots past contract mercenary work, knows too many people still in the biz & hates himself for it.

undiagnosed tinnitus from direct exposure to an implosion; can indirectly trigger ptsd episodes.

indecent  and  irritable  but  also  charming  and  a  great  believer  that  perhaps  there  is  still  some  goodness  left  in  him.

a  shadow  that  serves  a  purpose:   sworn  to  protect  and  willing  to  die  by  the  gun  he  lives  by  if  it  means  no  harm  is  inflicted  upon  who  he  was  made  to  protect;   though  this  was  not  his  initial  sentiment.

[orionsangel86]

See fans are obviously not at fault but i understand why Neil would want that to not be a surprise too...that would have been more rewarding/surprising etc if it happened via a build up when you didn't know what to expect (for many , including me) and obviously he wanted the experience to be that way. He is expressing his opinion and letting people know that he doesn't want it to be shared , now ofcourse it is people's choice whether to respect his wishes or not but by communicating his wishes he is doing nothing wrong imo.

Yeah I mean of course I agree with this. Of course Neil has a right to be upset and to request people don't share it spread it and look for it because of course he wants us to experience it the way he intended.

I totally get that!

But shit happens. Don't blame the fans for something that Amazon fucked up, and don't police the people who choose to spoil themselves and then wanna talk and speculate and what not. I still think that the initial post he reblogged was shitty. I also think people are getting waaaaay too worked up about it and acting like this 1 blurry screenshot from a 2 second clip has ruined their entire experience of watching the show when in reality thats very unlikely.

People can respect Neil's wishes, or they can make an informed decision and spoil themselves if they want to, and I personally dont think those people are being disrespectful for doing so. The issue is when people share spoilers without tagging or warning so that others get spoiled without their consent. THAT is the real shitty thing here.

I do think this Marvel mentality of ALL SPOILERS BAD HORRIBLE WRONG EVIL! Is a bit daft too. I have a lot of anxiety and trauma post SPN finale (yes a TV show gave me actual PTSD go figure) so I tend to always spoil myself now as much as possible before going into watching something, especially if I'm watching something queer (example: I won't watch queer tragedy like at ALL) because it removes my anxiety over watching something that may upset me. So my view on spoilers is almost always YES PLEASE. I know a lot of people have a wildly different view from me so I always tag everything I talk about. But the absolutely hatred of all spoilers no matter how small is something I find pretty odd in general. I think its a very modern mentality in the film industry mostly encouraged by studios like Disney.

Also, sorry to say this as a fan of his, but some people on this site have REALLY got to crawl out of Neil Gaimans ass and breathe some fresh air.

Sorry not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ricekirpsees]

|| The Unfortunate Thing About Legacies: Preview ||

Synopsis - 1892: A mere lonely wanderer, you are. Travelling from here to there across the British Isles for a good few months now with that ugly scar on your face. Maybe the gods above will take pity on you. Maybe not.

Note - test post! first post on this blog which will now become a writing blog I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so here's a quick snippet on an impulse writing project for a game I kinda dislike

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What a surprise it was, the letter in your hand.

You were rather curious as to why the brown and white owl was following you all around the county of West Carmarthenshire. You merely thought the cute thing believed something of yours was prey. However, your assumption was refuted when you sat down beside the crumbled bricks of what was a wall for a quick rest.

The blue Welsh skies had shifted into the coloured warmth of the sunset when you finally decided to find a spot to settle in. You had just made it to the ruins of a castle that caught your wandering interest, spotting it a few hills back, set between lush greens, old trees, and shattered stones. And so you lay against the grass, nestled against the curve of ancient roots shrouded in moss.

It was a little too early in the afternoon to doze off and a little too exposed to create a temporary camp. Instead, you let your mind wander, dream, and lightly touch on the days before your adventuring. You dreamt of seeing those odd creatures again and wondered about the blossoming hamlet close to the sea.

Until all too suddenly, the thoughts scattered.

Startled, you quickly sat up, as something plopped onto your lap. It couldn’t have been a leaf as it was far bigger than what the tree could have dropped, so you quickly picked it up. And to your utter bewilderment, it was a letter. Tan and square, it was sealed with a luscious red wax stamped with a decorative H and an emblem with four creatures printed delicately on the flap.

Peering closer at the letter, you could just make out the words and began to mutter them out loud, "Hogwarts… Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus."

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

You snorted. Someone must've dropped this, you thought with a small smile. Or at least, it might've been stolen by the wind. You looked around the darkening grasslands in hopes of catching someone nearby that could have lost the missive, like a postman, but it was just you and nature's awakening nightlife.

A gentle hoot from above caught your attention. You looked up to see the brown and white plumage of your little companion set on a branch, with large yellow eyes gazing down at you. Oh, and it seems he's here too. Your smile grew wider, delighted to see the owl again.

"Well, hello sir… and good evening," You hummed lowly, so as to not scare him. Though he seems comfortable, blinking slowly at your words. "It's very nice to see you again."

He turned his head and started grooming his ruffled feathers.

You gave a nod and turned back to the letter in your hands, "I'll leave you to it."

An idea popped into your head and you flipped the note around. You've been a good deal around the isle and the hamlets aren't at all big. You're sure you'll be able to recognize the address and give it to the person missing their mail. You begin to skim the delivery address when you pause.

It took a while, but you had to reread the recipient's name over and over again because written on the envelope was your name.

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P.S More Notes - well here you are a delicate taste of some of my "I'm sick" writing. will I ever finish this? who knows, but here you go tiny fandom take a bite of this meh writing