#super. normal.

[summerlycoris]

At around 1:55 minutes, you can hear "Roxys" voicelines from her fight with the Mimic.

Ive got some thoughts on this.

1. We can hear the Mimic starting to mimic Roxy with "Give up. You cant win" (i think, it sounds glitchy and a bit unlike Roxy. Like its still learning her voice.)

2. We can hear the moment Roxy realises she cant win this one. ("Oh, my!") Then afterwards, her sobbing and something that sounds like either "I... Cassie" (I'm sorry, Cassie.") Or, "I... lost." Its hard to tell, though the subs in the video go with the "I... lost" interpretation.

I dont think theres any isolated audio for the mimic available yet on youtube. (Though i found a video that contains in- game capture of their dialogue when theyre pretending to be Gregory way before the boss fight.) So maybe im wrong. But i think both of their lines were included in the fight scene dialogue.

Anyway, im still conflicted over who comes to get Cassie after the elevator ending.

The Mimic? Mimicking Roxy? That would explain why "Cassie" at the end of the credits sounds somewhat off. But it doesnt make sense? Shed be gravely injured- it could just kill her without the theatrics. And we know its is aiming to kill her- in the death screens, it looks likes its ripping her arms off to the side, before going for her head. And thats very in character for the Mimic.

I havent read the books, but heard some summaries. Off topic- but i am so glad that the death screens are ao bloodless, even when they imply gorey things are happening. Part of the reason I dont read the books is the gore (yeah, skill issue on my part.)

Roxy? I really want it to be Roxy, somehow still in one piece. But I doubt she got out of the Mimic fight with her limbs. Or even her head. If you brighten the cutscene all the way, its holding her head like theyre gonna snap it off. And she loses. Without seemingly doing any damage to the Mimic. My poor girl...

Anyway, i really hope Roxy did get out of there okay. That she finds Cassie, they get back to the surface. Cassies dad helps fix up Roxy with some new eyes. And Roxy has a (much more successful) second bout with the Mimic. Happy ending, best ending.

...maybe im inhaling copium, but i dont care!

[anna-scribbles]

so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3

[overlymetaromantic]

Dungeon Meshi, or as I like to call it, Marcille's-increasingly-difficult-to-ignore-revelations-that-her-endless-devotion-to-Falin-may-in-fact-be-more-rooted-in-lesbianism-than-she-originally-thought

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton is so fucking old in FNAF..

[recny]

what's the musical inspiration for the vampire lestat?

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[ribbonentrails]

he thinks he's safe.. happy birthday chilchuck 🧡

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[blushedfemmes]

inventing a new kind of sex where you crawl into my lap as pathetic as you want to be and unburden your heart to me and no matter what you say i pet your hair and coo in a soft voice that you’re so brave for telling me and it’s gonna be okay and then i hold you and let you suck on my tits for several hours while i rub your back. and you’re still the top btw

[direquail]

I think we don’t give Camilla Hect enough badass credit for making the vengeful eldritch soul of the earth do physical therapy and DBT exercises. she’s like the meme of Eddie Brock asking for two bagels when Venom says they want to eat the souls of the innocent. and then she snuggled with her at night.

[hollis-art]

au idea... tng but it's set in the 80s and the enterprise is an apartment building rather than a ship

other tenants of the building include: -Picard (the head of the college that Data attends) and Q (no one really knows what he does, he just pops in and out whenever he pleases) -Troi (high school guidance counselor) and Riker (personal trainer) and Worf used to live here too but he moved out -Beverly (still a doctor) and Wesley (burnt out college freshman) -Barclay (works at Blockbusters w/ Data and Geordi) -Guinan (bartender of a secretly gay bar)

the ds9 apartment is a whole other story

[ladyofthecreeddraws]

When you read @molgars' armandaniel fic of the century and then you black out and make this. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Go read it or else *knife emoji*

(bisexual lighting edtion under the cut btw <3)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Afton kids got interesting coping mechanisms

[deadsetobsessions]

It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.

(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)

“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.

“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”

“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”

And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).

“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”

Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”

With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.

From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.

He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.

He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.

[lizardkingeliot]

1x01 // 1x07

[starcatching]

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