#subversions

[mask131]

I used recently the "cosy eldritch" tag in my reblogs because I looked at this video about cosy cosmic horror. It's quite nice:

[saintcarlyon]

FUCK. YEAH.

I am beyond delighted that Larian made these three men weak. Often, even goddamned fantasy games where the laws of physics do not exist! where death is a temporary setback! where all sorts of lovely and impossible monstrosities are everyday neighbors!- often in fantasy developers and writers keep putting women in support or spellcasting roles. Larian looked at that and said, “Naw.”

We have a skinny, unyielding yet reasonable frog lady who is a Queen and the best damned warrior in a CRPG for years.

We have a tank of a woman who is so fucking HOT and STRONG and TANK, that they installed a motherfucking engine in her chest. But she’s bubbly, empathetic, loving, and knowledgeable fighter.

We have a clever leader who understands and values all forms of power even when she prefers straight up slaughter. She’s vulnerable, self aware, and perfectly secure in knowing her strengths and faults.

Finally, God’s favorite princess who isn’t meant to sit on the sides and heal your scrub ass- she’s slyly assessing your weaknesses and then gonna smash your face in with her polearm of divine doom.

And not only that! But the atories of the Origin men closely align to what might be seen as “women’s issues”, chic lit, etc. They’ve been victims of abuse and bad lovers. They’re insecure and fearful, they’re worried about being rejected by others…

FUCK YEAH, LARIAN

THEY'RE ALL SO FUCKING WEAK

[brotherwugui]

This is Brother Wugui

Fists of love by Big Black is an interesting song. When you hear the title, what must you think first?

Pummelings, Punches of abuse, Death in the modern suburbs, Four family suicides.

Steve Albini, however had a different spear to pierce the name with.

His testimony on the song, if I excavate it correctly, is that is is on the difference between the fringes of sexual society.

This is the opposite of what you think first, you think Albini is making a joke, the violence of love. But when you learn of his intentions, you understand his true meaning.

[undaughtered]

to be fully honest this new trend of remaking and sanitizing not only gothic fiction and its genres (hill house, dorian grey, turn of the screw) and horror movies more generally (carrie, the exorcist) point to much more serious cultural movement than the death of art or the death of horror as a genre in the mainstream. specifically it is gesturing to a sanitizing effect in which cultural authority has now deemed the subversive as worthy of living but only if it is a) commodified and b) divested of all its subversive elements. we can play-act at feminism, trans inclusion, and anti-racism as long as it serves a corporate interest and does not actually challenge cultural authorities. we can adopt its aesthetics as something to be sold without actually inhabiting it ideologically. it is the newest manifestation of cultural authorities anesthetizing effect on anything that threatens it and it is becoming more and more prevalent. anyway i want to beat mike flanagan with hammers

[sonic-adventure-3]

it’s crazy that rouge straight up said this and people still see her as a mother figure lmaooo

[samanthalanetextiles]

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Trans people have always been here and always will be. Our lives are just as important and valid as anyone else’s and we deserve the same equal rights as everyone else. Trans rights are human rights.

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[anti-rop]

ah yes, because that's always what Narnia has needed..."a new take"...and that's always what Narnia has suffered from...a lack of "Rock 'N' Roll." tweet | deadline interview

[teashopcrafts]

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[barbiediamondcastleofficial]

I love jmart. What do you mean the tragic hero is a hopeless romantic and the poet is a realist. Incredible im on the floor

[nowadayz]

You've got to pick up every stitch, oh no, must be the season of the witch.

THE CRAFT (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming THE WITCH: PART 1 - THE SUBVERSION (2018) dir. Park Soon Jung THE LOVE WITCH (2016) dir. Anna Biller TWITCHES (2005) dir. Stuart Gillard THE VVITCH (2015) dir. Robert Eggers HOCUS POCUS (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne FEAR STREET PART THREE: 1666 (2021) dir. Leigh Janiak

[bubblybloob]

So when Pristine cut comes out and everyone has time to soak it all in, you’re all going to go ahead and play Scarlet Hollow, right?

[on-leatheredwings]

yandere subversion tropes i like to think about

yandere that pushes reader to the edge, so reader snaps and kidnaps/imprisons them

yandere who stalks and surveils, not knowing the reader is highly aware of the fact and enjoys the attention

reader is a former yandere who resists their new yandere's advances at first, out of fear of rejection. once they feel it's safe to be emotionally vulnerable, the reader turns out to be much, much worse than their yandere

the yandere is the protagonist of the narrative, not the reader

reader already has a partner, so the yandere is initially jealous. but right before yandere manages to dispose of your partner, they end up falling for them as well (polyam ending)

yandere who's actually quite bad at stalking/sneaking around, so the secret spy!reader encourages them to do better by offering pointers

reader has been yandere's yandere all along, and is glad they finally got their yandere to notice them. reader pretends to be oblivious the whole time

[snowyllama-art]

I think transformers should lean more into the uncanny aspects, especially with their alt modes. As a treat. Like, at a first glance everything looks normal, but there are little things that only mechanics and car nerds pick up on, details that don't line up with the model, and even though it's turned off, something about it feels alive, and there's this lingering feeling that it's watching those who come near.

[amygdalae]

i try not to spend much energy on haterism but hazbin hotel is truly one of the tackiest things in the world to me its like im a snail and it is salt. but instead of dying i just go 'yuck!'

[the-modern-typewriter]

Could we get a love triangle where the rivals fall in love with each other instead of the intended love interest? (Would love if it's m/m and enemies to lovers)

"Tell me," Cassander murmured. "Is it that you don't like my hands on her, or simply that you wish I had my hands on you instead?"

Azael glared at the other fey. His jaw clenched with the sudden horrible realisation that the truth wanting to slip passed his lips wasn't "her" immediately and without question.

Cassander, bastard that he was, smirked at his silence. He sauntered closer, his gaze fixed on Azael with the disquieting familiarity of any good enemy. He wasn't like the human. Cassander didn't look at him he was some beautiful, otherworldly and magical thing. All positive qualities and power. A dream within a dream within a fantasy. Cassander looked at him like he knew every filthy, dark thing about him and still wanted to sink his teeth in for the rest. Rake out every lingering secret with clawed hands. Rend and own and conquer.

Cassander was not fragile and caring and brave. If Azael shoved Cassander into a wall, if he grabbed him by the shoulders, experience told him there would be no need to be gentle. No fear of breaking something fleeting and perfect.

It should have been about her. She was the better choice in every way. She should have been what he wanted.

"I think you're very quick to physically put yourself between me and her," Cassander continued, in a confiding sort of voice. "Quick to get in my face and see if I'll put you back down . I think, when the three of us are in a room together, I'm the one that you're always watching."

"That's because you're the one who can't be trusted."

"She's drawn to me."

"You're a high fey. She's a human. She can't help it."

"How very patronising and mildly misogynistic. Does she like that about you?"

"I'm trying to keep her safe!"

"Maybe she does," Cassander mused. "Certainly, it's been centuries since I've seen you so worked up. It's an excellent look on you, possessiveness. It reminds me that, no matter how civilised and cold you pretend to be these days, you're still just the vicious little scrap willing to fight every other member of my court. Aren't you?"

Azael seethed. Still, no good response could leave his mouth without damning him. He'd never envied the human's ability to lie quite so much as when Cassander was in the room. He'd never felt quite so much like his very blood was burning up in the heat.

Cassander's smirk grew.

"But what about you, Azael?" His head tilted, as he paused on the other side of the dining table. His voice was ancient music, fey-tongue, home. "Can you help it?"

"It's not my fault you're - maddening."

"Maddening, am I?"

"The worst."

Azael realised, abruptly, that he'd leaned in across the table to snarl the words into Cassander's beautiful face. There were mere inches between them.

What would Cassander do, if it was the human, standing where Azael was? No doubt he'd be charming. He was never charming to Azael.

Their eyes met.

"Kiss me," Cassander ordered.

Without thinking, savagely, Azael did. He tangled his fingers in Cassander's hair and yanked, half hauling him across the table. He bit down claiming at Cassander's lips. He only stopped when he felt Cassander laugh with feral glee against his mouth.

They broke apart. Cassander's eyes were dark, devouring.

"I guess you can't help it, either," Cassander said. He licked his lips. Slow. Taunting. "So how can you hold it against her? Maybe you should apologise."

"Stay away from her."

"Why?"

"Because -" Azael drew in a breath. He could still imagine the heat of Cassander beneath his hands, the scent of him, the wily danger of the summer court's most favoured son. "Because I said so. And you're in my court."

"Would you like me to leave?"

"I'd like you bloody well kiss me again."

It slipped out. Too lacking in the silver that was supposed to coat his frozen tongue.

Cassander grinned with the same triumphant smile he'd once had on the battlefield. He rounded the table, pushing Azael down into the chair and straddling his lap.

"I'll have to send our sweet girl a fruit basket," he said. He mockingly, gently, tucked Azael's hair back from his flushed face. "She might just make an honest thing of you yet."

"You-"

Then he kissed Azael, and Azael realised he was well and truly screwed.

Him.

Maybe it had always been about him.

Damn it.