#sorry about the length

[sillyparker]

(mcu!)Peter's love for Spider-Man

I saw a few reddit comments that frankly really bothered me, so I just wanted to ramble about how Peter being somewhat bothered by having to be Spider-Man in ffh and nwh (ffh esp) is more than insanely justified. He will never hate being Spider-Man, infact i think his trauma likely will spur him on to do more and more, either as an escape or a chance to help people the way he hadn't been helped, either way I believe post nwh Peter definitely still finds his joy in being Spider-Man, it'd be literally impossible to just up and make him stop. This part is more of a personal hc before I get into the rest of the post, but I think if he desired to give Spider-Man up after everything, he would have chosen to make the world forget that instead, from what I understand it would have still relieved his troubles, as nobody knows who Spider-Man is, so why would they know Peter?

Far From Home. People take the way Peter acts during the film as him no longer liking being Spider-Man, and it frankly feels very.. ignorant of like literally everything Peter has gone through, honestly. ffh is post endgame, which good fucking god - that is the most trauma inducing experience any possible 15 (16?) year old teen could endure, now im talking both infinity war and endgame, because both are just as bad. In infinity war, he obviously fights alot, not as much as he does in the second film, but it's still very rough, and well he sorta dies, which I'm sure takes a rather extreme toll on him as he could likely feel absolutely everything happening, because of his healing factor, and spidey sense, it's just a very very scary experience, hell I wouldn't be shocked if Peter was drop dead terrified everytime he felt his spidey sense, (he isn't, but I wouldn't put it past being very possible).

And, in endgame he had to hold the gauntlet for an extended period of time from an insane amount of creatures, he literally was holding the future of the entire world in his hands, I would imagine that'd be actually very, very scary. He's consistently put in unfair positions and made to just 'deal' with it, I'm sure he expected some of this but I cant firmly believe he thought he'd end up in such a crazy situation. Now, most obviously the very big part of endgame - Tony Stark fucking died dude!?!?! Let the kid have some time to grieve... not that he ended up getting any, he's literally already lost his parents, (possible uncle), and now his pseudo father, and shit does he lose more right after in such a tiny timespan.

Point is, yeah the fact he want's a goddamn break is not the most insane thing that's happened, god forbid a thoroughly traumatized teenager wants a break without needing to have the burdens of the world (literally) on him again. It just gets to me each time there are such crazy expectations for him, as if any a bunch other characters or people wouldn't literally crumble into pieces if they experienced the amount of stress a kid like Peter is holding constantly. We also get an actual insight on an exact thing I mentioned, where he has a talk with Mysterio where he just wanted to be a normal kid for at least a few seconds, and god is he owed all of that and more. He never got a break, he never got a real chance to comprehend everything that went around him, he got pulled into a fucking other world crisis and yeah - sue him for being exhausted, and not motivated to attempt that all again.

No Way Home. Okay, to start this off - What the fuck? I don't know how obvious it has to be, but the fact Peter is not ecstatic to be Spider-Man after not only having his "identity revealed, but (all I'm about to say is from ffh, still going to get into nwh in a second) almost being killed multiple times, been manipulated by another adult in his life, had his trauma and losses smeared all across his face, faced with taking down an entire insanely large army of killer - explosive - drones, also faced with the fear of accidentally being the cause for a massive incident", is a VERY fair reason, I genuinely think if he stopped being Spider-Man right then and there, everybody he knew would probably support him, because god the things he went through is mind boggling, I don't know how to capture the amount of damage that must have done to Peter, not even just mentally but like quite literal brain damage, he's a kid - no world this severe amount of trauma is taken any forms of lightly. (Which is sorta shown, when Happy goes to pick up Peter on the flower field, and Peter being afraid of Happy maybe not being real)

I wish people gave Peter more credit than they think he deserves, also god Peter fights to be Spider-Man still all throughout nwh, he does his 'duty' by saving all the villains (whilst experiencing the most heinous levels of grief, post May's death), and does everything he can to save the people of their possible destruction, etc. One could fight for the fact Peter.. sorta did cause all of that, even if indirectly - but honestly, I genuinely cannot imagine a different outcome. "What if he went to the lady first, like Strange suggested" It definitely would have not worked, she literally only agreed because he saved her from a being that wouldn't exist had it not been for the earlier mess up, I literally cannot imagine how he would have been able to get any of fixed or back to a state of tolerable at the very least. Peter deserves (and wants) to not live his life as horrible as expected it'd be, he'd never get to any form of normal again, everything he loved was on the line, and half of the world hated him, (alot, wanted him dead or -behind bars).

Peter Parker is just a kid, that is the first and foremost the most important aspect to his character, because the way everything is affected is so so different its ridiculous, the way he will function as a whole when older is very starkly different had this happened to somebody around the age as most of the avengers, all because his brain is just simply not capable of handling such amount's of trauma, or stress. And the way he functions now is so important too, because he's a kid, n' hell will it be obvious how childish he can think or act.

Lastly, another thing I simply hate that people do is when they find the idea of Peter having trauma unrealistic. I'm very much thinking too hard about his character probably, but he is a character with such complex details, and his life is splayed out infront of us through the films, giving us every event that could likely be a cause of something to happen one day, or something that is a cause of an action he already did. I hate that people think just because he's a movie character he's unable to be an actual person in his world, like how everything is simply black and white when it comes to characterization.

Side Note, - this totally turned into just plain out angry rambling, as I've been just annoyed as a whole ever since I started writing this all. so mind anything I say that may be incorrect, I'm defensive about Spider-Man at 8am in the morning and I haven't slept yet, so typos will be made, and some sentences will probably seem confusing.

(next day now and I think i fixed everything(??), I had decided to post this tomorrow/now when I was more comprehensible)

[sir-buddy]

🐝 ‘I Swear We’ll Laugh Together Someday’

YIPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Jedtavius AU because why not

It's set before the first movie and tension the museum has recently started coming to life, so everyone is exploring. Of course, the hall of miniatures is an absolute trainwreck given the number of people and chaos is literally everywhere. Eventually, both doing their best to avoid conflict, Jed and Octavius meet each other in another part of the museum and actually hit it off as friends. Anyway, back in the hall something happens and the Romans and cowboys start fighting. Sun rises and everybody is put back in place, but that night everyone is PISSED and tensions are really rising, prompting the leaders to go to war for the sake of their people. The main plot then revolves around Jed and Octavius attempting to calm everyone else down and stop the fighting all while coping with their increasingly romantic feelings for each other.

(Also I'm sorry this took me an extra day to do)

[noivoom]

 Okay, after several days of brainstorming and debating with myself, I have finally decided to emerge from The Lurking Pit and share this little (“little”) thing! This AU came about from my love of dysfunctional family tropes as well as my desire for everyone to live (honestly I mostly just wanted to daydream fanfic ideas without having to navigate canon’s minefield of problems, began wondering what an “ideal” situation would look like, and this spawned out of it)

The point of this was to, again, create an “ideal” situation for the gang, with potential for all kinds of Shenanigans™ and Drama™ alike while still keeping everyone as close to their canon selves as possible, as a bit of relief from all the angst :’) (I say “ideal situation,” but that doesn’t mean they haven’t still got issues galore. *cough*SUNNEEDSTHERAPY*cough*) (If, on the off chance anyone is inspired by this and/or wants to make something with this setting, please let me know! I’d LOVE to see it! :D)

I call it- One big UnHappy Family!

TL;DR Sun, Moon, Lunar, Earth, KC, Bloodmoon, and Solar Flare are all alive and well and somehow ended up as the world’s most Complicated™ family. Chaos ensues.

As for how they wound up that way? WELL. I’m gonna start rambling now, please bear with me

It starts with Sun shooting Bloodmoon. Sun didn’t fully know if he really wanted to kill Bloodmoon, was fighting internally to come to a decision one way or another and therefor wasn’t actually aiming when a moment of reflex kicked in, and the barrel went off. And he misses. Well... mostly. Bloodmoon takes a decent amount of the shot, and though it doesn’t kill them, they��re left severely damaged. It’s quite a confronting sight for Sun- while in canon there was nothing left of BM for Sun to really understand the weight of what he just did (at first, anyway), here he’s immediately confronted with another animatronic panicking and in pain as their nanomachines desperately try to rebuild them :’) Nothing like a bit of visual trauma to hit home that your actions have consequences, amirite? Moon investigates the barrel shot and sudden screaming (from both BM and Sun) to find... this. He’d probably have several things in mind to say to Sun about shooting BM, but he’d hold off for now. And thus begins one hell of a domino effect.

While fixing Bloodmoon, it becomes apparent the barrel shot corrupted some of their code. Nothing particularly bad, but oddly enough, it seems to have somehow also curbed their bloodlust. The lack of cravings leave the twins disoriented and kinda lost, but it’s also... almost a relief. Lunar takes advantage of this, introducing them to new things to occupy their time, and wow, who knew they could find entertainment in something other than homicide and appalling crimes against humanity? They’re still Bloodmoon, of course, they still have to be held back from killing people, but that’s not all they wanna do anymore. And food! Now that their bloodlust is out of the way food tastes so much better, there’s so many different flavours and textures and they gotta try everything and whoops, they’ve accidentally found themselves on the world’s weirdest redemption arc. (So, uh, thanks for shooting them after all, Sun...? I guess?)

Meanwhile KC, concerned over Bloodmoon’s wellbeing, convinces Moon to let him watch over them during their recovery. As the twins begin discovering new things that satisfy themselves, KC, trying to be Dad™, joins them. He’s never actually participated in anything that doesn’t involve murder, and much of these activities are uninteresting to him, but something about doing it with his sons... it actually... satisfies something in him, too. (None of them are particularly good at finding non-violent hobbies, mind you, but Lunar, Sun and Moon help out. Mostly to keep them occupied. They have no idea what’s going on, but they much prefer whatever the hell this is to evil plotting.) Eventually Moon relaxes a little when he realises KC intends to stay true to their deal, and occasionally switches off while KC’s out rather than watching him like a hawk. This leads to KC exploring on his own and running into Glamrock Freddy. He panics a little and pretends to be Moon. A parallel of their canon talk happens and oh would you look at that, KC’s accidentally Dad-ed his way into a redemption arc of his own! (No dead Bloodmoon means Sun doesn’t McFreaking Lose It, which means Lunar doesn’t move out and get killed, and also means the magic circle isn’t destroyed, which means Moon doesn’t get stuck in his head and get his memories wiped! :D Huzzah!) (Sun is still in desperate need of therapy though)

Eclipse is, of course, rather indignant at this turn of events. He never like the Blood Twins or KC, but seriously? Just like that?! It’s almost insulting. Not to mention it screws up his plan (not that he’d had a chance to flesh out said plan yet anyway). He continues regardless, taking over Solar Flare’s body to... do something. I’ll admit, I haven’t exactly figured out what his new course of action would be. Regardless, he ends up making his own body and ditches Solar Flare without a second thought. Solar Flare, alone and deeply disturbed over having their body hijacked so easily, is at a loss for what to do when they stumble upon Earth! Or more accurately, she stumbles upon them. She comforts them and they go with her to the Daycare. (I also don’t know if Earth would have already joined the DCA crew or if she just shows up fashionably late with Starbucks Solar Flare. Both are funny; either she shows up as a stranger with another stranger like “yes hello I’m your new sister, also I decided to bring this vaguely traumatised stranger along with me, hope you don’t mind :)” or she goes for a walk and comes back with this stranger like “can we keep them? *puppy eyes*”) Thus, Solar Flare joins the family!

Honestly... despite everyone else getting redeemed/joining the family, I think it’s funniest if Eclipse stays a bad guy. Everyone else is learning about themselves and growing as individuals/family, meanwhile Eclipse is over there being a stubborn, petty, lonely bastard and refusing to acknowledge that the reason he is miserable everywhere he goes is because every time he goes somewhere, he is there. Also he creates the conflict needed for further plot to happen. Also also I don’t think he’d take the option of redemption if it was handed to him on a silver platter accompanied by a ten-page essay on why it’s the best choice for everyone, especially him. (But who knows! I guess it is possible, it would just be a lot of work. He’d have to really want to be better and put the work in. Even then, I imagine he’d probably end up going his own way. It’d be for the best after all the trauma he’s inflicted.)

The FUNNIEST pat of all of this is when Glamrock Freddy visits the Daycare to talk to Sun and Moon about something only to see Sun yelling and chasing Bloodmoon, who’s knocking over and destroying EVERYTHING, Lunar running after them playing the Benny Hill theme, Solar Flare robotically restacking the barrels one pile at a time (seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bloodmoon knocks them over again as soon as they turn their back, creating an endless cycle they don’t seem to question), Earth calling out for everyone to please not hurt themselves, and Moon just... sitting there, rubbing his temples. “... Hey Freddy,” Moon says, not looking up. “... What the heck is going on?” “Family bonding.” “Family- where the heck did all these people even come from?!” “It’s a long story.”

If you’ve read all this, thank you so much for hearing me out <3 I’ll admit, most of my thought processes behind this boil down to “I just think it’s neat” and “because I think it’s funny”. This is supposed to be just for fun, after all. Please tell me what you think! There’s SO MUCH more to this, from evolving family dynamics to specific character development and even Monty, this post is all just the basic set-up of how the gang got to where they are. I have SO MANY more thoughts about this setting, it’s a disaster and a half and I’d love to discuss it please give me an excuse to ramble more 

[crappy-cat-the-tabby-cat]

Why I love a whisper of the heart

Today I watched this movie, and this was my first Ghibli movie ever. It took me a while to even get here or choose which Ghibli film to start out with. This film is about a teenage girl who has literally no idea what she wants to do in life, a sentiment which I and countless other teenagers feel. Throughout this movie, the girl, Shizuku, gradually becomes more sure of herself and what she wants to do in life, a sentiment which I and countless other teenagers don’t really feel, but hey that’s what adolescence is for.

This movie doesn’t really have a plot, it’s just a peak in the life of Shizuku, a slice of her life, if you will. It goes through her everyday life and a little more added on top. Her everyday life typically consists of going to school, chatting with her best friend, and reading and reading, much to her relatively uncaring family’s dismay.

This movie is really relatable to me, and not just in the typical way. Bocchi the Rock!, another show which I really enjoy, is relatable too, but moreso in the sense of the main character going through scenarios I typically go through and as I watch it I think “haha relatable”.

Whisper, however, is relatable in a different arguably better way. This movie understands what it’s like to grow up and wonder what you’re going to do with your life. This movie understands what it’s like to have a lot of self-doubts, and constantly and unfairly comparing yourself to people who are better than you at wildly different things. This movie understands what it’s like to have a huge passion for doing something but you’re not that good at it. 

The point is, this movie isn’t just relatable, it completely gets an artist/writer/creator and their struggle with their creations.

I only watched this movie today but I am in love with it for the reasons listed above. I’m an aspiring “artist”, if you could even call my work that. I love to draw, but there are so, so many difficulties that come with this. Proportions, hands, realistic humans, so many things aren’t so easy to draw. I constantly (and unfairly!) compare my own artwork to those who had years more experience than a newbie like me. I criticize myself, I judge myself so much that sometimes I consider dropping the hobby altogether. Shizuku is just like me in that sense. She rewrites the lyrics to Country Roads all the time as a hobby but she gets a lot of anxiety about it not being good enough. At some point she comes across Seiji, someone who she shares a lot in common with, they both have similar taste in books and they’re both passionate about something yet get anxiety and self-doubts over those things. They support each other, complimenting each other’s work and generally being nice. I don’t have a friend who supports me and I support like that, yet this was really heartwarming. 

I also shouldn’t neglect Seiji’s grandfather, who’s a relatively minor character but he gives one of the most important and personally touching speeches of the movie. I can’t easily find it online but the jist is, a geode looks really ugly and is practically a rock on the outside. But on the inside, you can find little emerald shards that are worth a lot of money. Sure, you might be compelled to just take out the crystal vein on the outside of the geode and sell that, but it’s only surface level and you can dig deeper and find better, more worthwhile emerald shards. An artist should never judge themselves purely based on surface level skill, nor use the surface level skill and treat it like it’s the best they can do. An artist should look inside themselves, find and see their potential and work on that.

TL;DR, this movie is excellent and I think you should watch it, especially if you’re an up and coming creator with a lot of self doubts. I only touched on the basic message, the movie has a great soundtrack (take me home, concrete roads) and beautiful animation despite being a lot more grounded in reality compared to other Ghibli films.

TL;DR TL;DR, WATCH THIS MOVIE I BEG YOU

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Michael refuses to be gaslit on “THE BITE OF 83”

[musebluebird]

They spent the whole night talking it out. Not that she hadn't opened her heart to him or something like that but she was sure she didn't have to either. The sun couldn't be covered with a hand and Irvin wasn't an idiot either. Addison had been honest about Aiden and Phoebe's wedding, that she doubted she would have even gotten an invitation to if she weren't married to Irvin in the first place. She made sure to make it clear that her half siblings weren't her biggest fans either. And Mrs. Carter? She hated Addison to the core ever since her father had brought his lover's daughter into her house decades ago. Those weren't things that could be fixed but she believed Irvin deserved a fair warning that his wife's family relationships were shit.

They briefly discussed moving arrangements, Addison would have her own room and they could both live their own lives indoors while pretending to the outside world that they were a solid young couple who were in love with each other. Irvin had accepted Bailey so that was a victory in itself for Addison. She also told him the story behind her dog's name. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Bailey was a stray dog ​​that Addison took in after she tried to steal her lunch, the owner of the cafe had told Addison that Bailey lived on the streets after her owners abandoned her after a move. The dog had fur the same color as Addison's favorite drink at the time. In her college years, Bailey's liquor had been her favorite. That was how she got the name.

Addison found last night that she actually liked him. He made her laugh. A lot actually. As simply as that. It was a good thing but a dangerous one at the same time. Addison could see herself actually falling in love with a guy that was funny and could make her laugh. That was a problem. No feelings mode was better. She had learned that getting attached to things or people usually ended very badly for her. People left sooner or later and her abandonment issues were already too fucked up to take another hit.

She hadn't closed a fucking eye all night thinking about the whole thing and all the changes that Addison was inevitably going to have to adapt to in the new normal of their marriage. She almost sat in her place when she heard Irvin speak, she wasn't even paying attention.

"Could be worse" She shrugged without looking at him. Ok maybe that was a bit rude. Not her best moment. So she lifted her head and gave him a small smile "Hope you had a nice sleep tho" Breakfast was ready, the cook and housekeeper had left everything ready for her and the guest. It was strange to think of her husband as a guest. "Bailey is a bit anxious almost like she knew something is up," she commented, taking a sip of her coffee. Look at her trying to make small talk.

He heard Addison's tone, and was not too surprised by the comment. Irvin was semi-familiar with her family, being Aiden's friend and all. Though, his curiosity towards her family and their dynamics increased and were now coupled with the fact that his friend was about to marry his only sister. He did know she was not close with the other siblings, evidenced by her physical distance from them. But, also from any time he asked Aiden about her. Odd attempts to get to know the woman he's been married to for the last five years. "Well, I won't judge if you cry or not. I know all about complicated parental relationships. If there's anything I should know before we see your entire family at the wedding, well - you let me know."

Well, at least he could make her laugh. That was a win for Irvin. Their time together would not be all that miserable. "Okay, true true. I hate to break it to you, but no I don't have a secret bachelorette party planned on the way back. But, I mean, if you really wanted to?" He trailed off knowing that now they were edging on ridiculous and delusional. Something scandalous as a bachelorette party in Vegas would not fly, or who knows? He'd been playfully researching one for his sister, something fun but secret so there were no scandals or rumors. "You could join Pheebs' party, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Irvin nodded as she agreed to let him stay the night. It was easier to stay than to make the long drive back into the town for the hotel that was booked. "Thanks, appreciate avoiding the drive back to town, especially if we have this long conversation pending."

One more thing? Irvin braced himself for impact. What was she gong to hit him with? "Okay what is it?" Whatever it was, Addison seemed pretty determined to make her point. Oh. There it was. His brows furrowed, slightly confused. A dog? It had seemed so serious just moments ago that the dog request seemed random. "Uh, no untreated allergies here. I wouldn't mind if you bring him along, seems like a shitty thing - to ask you to leave your dog behind. Bailey? How'd she get her name?"

With a swift movement, he pulled his phone out and sent a quick text to the driver, requesting that his luggage was unloaded and updated that they’d be staying tonight. “Agree. It’ll be best for us to have this all sorted out if before we return. If we return being on the same page, it’ll probably be better received. We can spend the day tomorrow doing that, take the last flight back to the US. As far as housing goes, my place does have extra rooms, but I suppose we can look for something else if it’s not to your liking.” He hadn’t really considered, the changes that he’d be making in his life now.

The next morning was quiet, and looking out to the bright area, he could see why this was a preferred spot of hers. Quiet, calm, and away from the chaos. And, now here he was dragging her away from all of it. Not that he wanted to, but duty called and he suspected Addison knew that too. After a quick shower, he made his way downstairs to find breakfast.

“Morning, how’d you sleep?”

[tubbytarchia]

shut up I'm on my drawing kisses arc

[egophiliac]

Okay so I've been wanting to tell you that you're literally my favourite twst artist 😭🩷

So my question is, how do you manage to come up with these funny comics? CUZ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

(P.s: Lovin' the art style ✨)

oh geeze, thanks! 💚💚💚 I'm really glad people enjoy my stupid sense of humor; mostly I just draw things to make myself laugh, and if it makes other people laugh too, then bonus points! usually it's just one joke or mental image that gets stuck in my head (every time I saw Fellow spin his cane, all I could think about was him go-go-gadgeting away on it...) and in my quest to justify it, it picks up other jokes and bits along the way and usually doesn't even end up as the main focus anymore. entire narrative arcs have spun out just so I could use a single bad pun in a throwaway line. this is a terrible way to explain it but I'm not sure how else to put it into words!

and sometimes it's just "weird things my sister has said that I make fun of her for"

[pngheavy]

[betweenmuses]

"I like taking care of everyone," Renan shrugged, knowing that it sounded lame but he was a people pleaser. He was the type that couldn't bare to see someone suffering, and considering the amount of money he had, if he could make someone's day brighter by doing something for them, what would the harm in that be? For every person out there trying to bring others down, he was that person that would try to lift them up, and although he gave that same respect to everyone, those he cared about definitely received it tenfold.

The question had caught him off-guard considering they were still docked and he hadn't expected the heavy hitting questions until further into their voyage. Still, Renan could only smile as he shook his head, "if you think my answer would be only what I expect you want to hear, then you still don't truly know me well enough." Renan would never lie about what he'd do to take care of someone, or even embellish the truth to give others what they want to hear. He was the epitome of a nice guy, through and through, and honesty was his best policy. "Sure you want to get into this now?" He asked, though if the question was posed, he might as well answer it.

"I'd of course offer to pay for you living arrangements and lifestyle if it'd get you out of your current situation, but then again, if you truly enjoy what you do and would want to continue it, I would take care of you by being there when your shift is over, any frustrations that you have could be taken out on me, you could vent, i'd be your sounding board, if a client became too physical I would wipe away your tears, clean you up, provide the proper after care because I know you wouldn't be getting it there. I'd simply lift you up, put you on a pedestal, and make sure you knew how much you were loved." It may have sounded corny but taking care of someone meant making them feel like they were the most important person in his world.

"They help," of course his good looks and money have people lining up around the block for a piece of him. "I've come to realize more often than not they're inviting the wrong kind of people into my life though. People who just want sex and money but no other attachment, which I guess is why I chase after you so hard, because I feel there's something more there, even if you're not up to admitting it. Perhaps the feeling is one sided and not mutual, that's understandable, but it's something that I can't ignore," he shrugged, eventually he'd come to his senses and stop chasing the other if he truly didn't want to be caught.

Again, such a hard hitting question and they hadn't even been away from the docks, but Renan never left a question unanswered. "I don't know," he knew it wasn't the best answer he could give him, but it at least was an honest one. "It wouldn't come down to jealousy if I knew you were as invested as I was. I would trust you," he shrugged, it certainly was hard to answer this question entirely. "But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't worry about you," he sighed, "because I know how people can be, your safety would be the driving factor of my fear. I'd trust you explicitly, once you had my heart, but i'd still worry about you every time you went to work, and that's where i'd have the hardest time."

"...You really do enjoy taking care of me, don't you?" Casey found himself humming a little. He knew it mostly came from a good place but he wondered if part of it was also a way for Renan to stake some kind of claim on Casey. After all if he was the one always taking care of him, providing for him...then Casey would be his in a way he wasn't with anyone else. "Well then, why don't you tell me exactly what you think of when you talk about taking care of me" He said - deciding to just go there rather than just letting it go. "And not just what you think I want to hear or is easy to say. All of it."

"Oh no denying you then eh? Bossy" He smirked and poked him in the chest for good measure. Hands leaning behind him against the kitchen counter and just watching as he admitted to not needing to chase so much. "I imagine your good looks and money is enough to have guys falling over you left and right, hm?" He pointed out before his smile softened and he sighed a little. "Renan, you know the whole giving you a chance thing is..." He trailed off before meeting his gaze.

"You know my work, could you even begin to stand the idea of me in those scenarios with other men? You think your jealousy could handle it?" He decided to just come right out and ask. No more dancing around the topic.

[sweetmapple]

Mostly Hiring manager, but HR manager and PR manager too

[limeshade]

What’s the matter with them? Why are they acting that way? Why, don’t you know? They’re “twitterpated.” Twitterpated? Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example—

BAMBI (1942) Directed by David D. Hand et al. Written by Perce Pearce, Larry Morey et al.

[gailynovelry]

I don’t like getting intense over petty things, but why are people calling large paragraphs “bad formatting” now. It’s just formatting. Sometimes, a larger paragraph serves its text well, and sometimes it doesn’t, and there is a LOT more that goes into making a text block readable than length alone.

Please please please fucking please stop inventing all-encompassing arbitrary rules about what features define “good” art and “bad” art.

[townofcadence]

At least Butch doesn't seem too bothered by his awkward verbal stumble. He focuses on what he needs, and feels it tickle the edges of his fingertips. His tongue poked out in focus, before he pulled his hand free of his bag with a rolled up pouch that smelled herbaceous. A second bag rattled as it was set beside the first. Next with a grunt he pulled a small stone molcajete with its tejolote from its depths, setting it in front of him on the ground. The third dive is for a knife, charcoal sticks, a few scraps of what looked like a textured parchment, and a pair of leather pouches.

"Stay low, I just need a minute." Without Artair's flurry of movement to collect what he needed, Butch could easily see what was in the bag: a pair of what appeared to be books, bound by spirals of metal through the pages. It looked like there might be a few smaller things at the base of the bag, but certainly the depth Artair's arm had sunk to did not match with the volume inside.

Artair unrolled the pouch first. Inside was a collection of dried plants, each in it's own pocket. What jutted from the each pouch consisted of different parts. There were stems, roots, flowers, and leaves, tied separate from one another with small, colorful threads. Artair's gaze flicked over the whole of what he saw, before pulling from a few pockets.

Dried mums. Sweet Pea petals. Snapdragon buds. A few foxgloves blooms. A sprig of mint. a Cinquefoil flower. A cutting of rosemary. Some winterberries. A patch of white heather. All of it went into the molcajete, and Artair was fast to grind it together into a floral-scented, coarse amalgam of plant matter. He split it down the middle, holding half of it in place while pouring into one leather pouch, and then doing the same with what remained for the other.

He rolled up the herbs and opened the rattling pouch. He pulled two black stones from inside, smooth and reflective. Each one was placed in a pouch as well. Then he took a charcoal stick, and marked a symbol on the small papers he had left. Once that was finished, everything but the pouches, papers, and knife were put back into the bag. They weren't visible when his hand retracted.

He'd wasted a good minute or two despite the haste he worked with. but while he could hear the roar of the dragon, they still had cover for now. It seemed he was right, hopefully, and she was either distracted by any fleeing animals, or was preparing for another pass. He took the knife and pricked his thumb with the tip, before smearing a shimmery red fingerprint against the symbol he'd drawn.

When both were ready. He took a deep breath, and his mouth started to move.

The language that slipped from his lips was old. He spoke the Scots tongue, keeping his voice low as he dared. A buzz began to permeate the air, static and tingling with the flow of weaving energy that left his hand atremble. The words flowed in a steady stream around him, knitting into a tightening pressure. His mouth was tacky with magic, as his lungs fought to push the air to and from themselves under the vice to his ribs. Cold sweat beads at his body as the incantation flows, as he threads the magic and conforms its essence into what he needs by channeling it through himself. The plants he'd used glimmer, a visible light in their bags as he whispers each line. Each ingredient is vital, and he influences their properties to augment his own energy and enhance the intent.

Green-gold patterns his skin, runes that shimmer as he speaks. They flutter like mirages against his arm, his face, even the dark material of his prosthetic and along the coppery edges. They encircle him where he crouches with the faintest light. The grass at his feet grows and flowers bloom like pops of colors between the blades. There's a rumble somewhere in the far distance. He continues to braid threads of magic into a shroud for them both, his eyes aglow now, with tears of similar-hued lights streaking his cheeks. They streamed more like water, rippling with their own runes that dripped to the ground and collected on the thick grass like dew. Specks of light like fireflies floated in the gossamer of magic he'd spun around them, as hard to see in the daylight as the glimmer of golden thread layered around them and tied together in silken strands. His hair moved and shifted at the ends like it was underwater, unbeholden to gravity.

All at once, the spell finished. The pressure of magic bursts with the end of the spell. Something snapped in his chest. It was a familiar ache, one simple enough to conceal. He catches his breath in a few controlled inhalations, trying not to pant or wheeze. They rattle with what feels like glass shards, but he ignores it, passing silent exhales. The papers in his hands began to glimmer with gold light at the edges, almost with the appearance of burning, but without any heat to the touch. He leans a shoulder against the tree that served as their cover. His skin still shimmered like a prism in dim light, distorting and shifting with tattooed patterns. As they gradually fade, he slips the papers into each pouch.

Artair wiped at his face, clearing it of tears and a thin trickle of something else. "O-okay. Sorry for the theatrics. But these-- these should keep us from getting spotted. For the next hour, until those papers burn away. Just keep it on you and it'll function as a glamour. Unless she's looking at-- at you directly, and really focuses on what she's seeing, you won't be visible, even if we're not in cover. We kinda just.....blend into the background." Hopefully it would be enough to get them to the cave without her seeing them at all, especially since she would likely be scanning the area, not putting extra focus on any one place.

Butch seems unbothered by the fact that the other had nearly tripped, all too used to rough rides when it came to bulls and horses. If they did happen to tumble over, losing his grip certainly wouldn’t be an issue!

When they come to a stop, Butch moves to get off of him as he crouches down to allow, stepping back and watching curiously as Artair reaches into his bag for something. “Now, don’ apologize. You were just tryna keep things movin, heh!” The cowboy assures him with a small chuckle and a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Tch,” he can’t help but scoff when Artair mentions whatever it is in there being weird, all too accustomed to the abnormal. “I seen plenty’a weird in my life so this better impress me!” He jokes, stepping a bit closer to look down into the bag himself as if that would give him a better view. What all was this guy lugging around anyway? And what could possibly help them in this situation aside from some sort of magic sword?

A sudden mighty draconic roar rings out throughout the forest, no doubt the pirate queen’s temper getting the best of her. Butch turns to peer around, peeking out from behind some brush hiding their forms to make sure she wasn’t too close.

“A-Alright, I trust ya…. But we oughta get a move on, buster!”

[oleryn]

dan and phil have proven themselves to be fans of freakish gay arthaus horror movie stuff with their dnpc universe and whatever the hell dan was on when he wrote The Urge so in my head ive created this fake short horror film starring them wherein phil dies and his body is possessed by this creature that retains all of phil’s memories and simply wants to live as him normally but dan knows he’s a fake and HE knows he’s a fake and so dan is stuck in this emotional saw trap incapable of telling anyone without sounding insane and forced to grapple with the grief of phil’s death while 99% of phil is standing right in front of him BUT his only other option is to force the creature out of phil’s body and thereby live the rest of his life alone with none of phil at all so eventually he just gives in and lives with this fake phil and no one knows but him. a soul is small dan. very very small.

[god-of-this-new-blog]

What if the two worst guys in the whole world were madly in love with each other?