#the vibes are immaculate i think

[kanouseis]

when your inner demon is just a little bit e-boy

(song: mr. showtime by wonderlandsxshowtime

[arundolyn]

everybody shut up

dizzy narwhal

[lemotomato]

source: Anthony Mackie vs. Danny Ramirez | Hot Ones Versus The whole interview is hilarious; Danny has completely lost it at this point

[idontmindifuforgetme]

This winter will be my moment I just know it. Diligent studying, regulated time on my phone, walks in the freezing cold, perfecting my skincare routine, wearing my hair curly, nourishing my body w the best foods, watching more critically acclaimed films, consuming more books, dainty gold jewelry, drinking lots more water, warm spicy perfumes, dark lip gloss, tights under miniskirts, wool sweaters, going out of my comfort zone a lot more, and just another massive growth spurt like the one I had last year around this time. I adore this time of year so much bc it always heralds a metamorphosis. I am so ready <3 <3 <3

[faytelumos]

Mech pilot system where there's three pilots???

One for the left hemisphere, one for the right hemisphere, and one for the cerebellum?

Like, you all still have to be drift compatible, you all still have to be in the cockpit together, but there's basically two thinkers and one translator.

Imagine that the mech designers fought this for years. Two humans every time with massive neural network loads on both the machine and the humans. Pilots could only be medically cleared to operate a machine for four years, max, and then their careers were over. Most didn't make it even that long.

And then someone figures out that if you put in another human to translate between the humans and mech, it flows so much smoother.

Two pilots in the front, the ones doing the strategy and the martial arts and the orders and the takedowns. A third in the back, suspended and all but fugue as they relay human-to-mech and mech-to-human, a person turned into a slave drive, but still tangled up into everybody's heads.

Like, imagine the possibilities?!

You walk into the chow hall and the people who are interested in the shiny new pilots want to know if you're a Leftie or a Migi or a Cera.

Lefties and Migis who spent too long in the cockpit that day who feel like they can't think clearly without that little voice in the back of their head whispering the answers.

Ceras who space out when the room gets loud, who accidentally expect someone else to say what they're thinking, who have nerve damage all across their bodies because it takes all they have to sort data.

Mechs who are older than the trio structure who had their cockpits gutted and refitted, who have spaghetti running up to the chunk of metal that is the third pilot's seat, like a spare part slapped into the room and given too much control.

A Cera who hangs out in the mech bay because the humans are too far from them anymore, but the mecha can't talk to them, either.

a Leftie who can't stand being in the same room as their Migi without the Cera to talk between them.

A Migi who barely knows how to be their own person anymore because so much of their brain is just outside of their reach.

A mech that just wants things to go back to the way they were, pain and lag be damned.

[midnightsvnrise]

A little collage for Lord Hermes as a thank you for his presence yesterday :D

Gonna make him an altar when I get back from vacation ;w;

[nightclimes]

with all my heart, i strike you down

[pandoriasmostwanted]

Did someone say goth stable?

[kanerallels]

Vostress, romantic, fairytale AU? 👀

You have NO IDEA how excited I got when I received this prompt, and I'm so sorry it took a while for me to finish it. Anyways, in typical me fashion, I couldn't use a normal fairy tale for this. So this is East of the Sun, West of the Moon inspired!

“How do I get him back?”

It was a question she’d wondered again and again, held in her heart even when she thought there was no way it would work. She’d questioned her choice again and again—lose her life with the man she loved, or have no life at all?

At least she was back. And for the longest time, she thought she had to live without him.

But now…

“It will take a great journey.” Maz’s voice was serious and contemplative. “Nightsister magic is not so easily broken, and when you chose your life alone over life together—”

“That’s not what I thought it was,” Ventress snapped. “Mother Talzin told me I could only live at the cost of never seeing him again. She lied to me.” The betrayal still burned.

Maz didn’t bat an eye. “I know. But now there lies a curse on both of you, and breaking it will be no easy feat.”

“It doesn’t need to be easy. I just need to know what to do.”

For a long moment, Maz studied her, then she nodded, a smile crossing her face. “Very well. In order to get back to him, you must travel east of the sun and west of the moon, to a castle by the sea. But the only way it will work is if he comes, too. Without you telling him, or seeing him.”

She’d lived this long without him. No matter how it hurt, Ventress could bear a while longer. But that wasn’t her biggest concern. “How will he know to come?”

“He’ll know,” Maz said simply. “I cannot promise that he will come. But if your love is true—”

“He’ll be there.” Ventress finished at a whisper, almost a prayer. There were so many questions and so little time, but she had the beginnings of her way back to Quinlan Vos. She’d brave any impossible challenge for him back.

All she had to do was trust that he would be there.

“Vos, this is insane!”

Vos threw a grin at Obi-Wan Kenobi’s dismayed expression. His friend was standing, watching him shove supplies and his few belongings into a bag. “Probably.”

He’d been staying with Obi-Wan for about a month at this point. After finding one of the only Jedi left after Order 66, he hadn’t wanted to leave his friend alone. Especially considering everything Obi-Wan had been through, and wasn’t talking about.

But now, things were different. He had a purpose, and it was time to move.

“Vos, it was just a dream—”

“There’s no such thing as just a dream,” Vos interrupted, voice determined. “Not for us. Come on, Kenobi. You know that visions come as dreams.”

“I know you want it to be a vision,” Obi-wan said, his voice gentle. “But Quinlan, she’s gone. We brought her to Dathomir together.”

Vos knew he was right. They had done that. But he also knew what he’d seen in the vision, what he’d heard. The woman he loved was alive, and he was getting back to her if it killed him.

Looking up at Obi-Wan, he knew he could explain all of that. He could rationalize all the livelong day, but it wouldn’t matter in the end. So he just said, “She’s out there. I have to try.”

Obi-Wan stared at him for a moment, then sighed. “I don’t suppose this dream gave you a location.”

“Uh, sort of,” Vos said, zipping closed his pack. “I’m heading east of the sun and west of the moon.”

“Which sun? Which moon?” Obi-Wan demanded. “Vos, you’re showing a frighteningly typical lack of logic. If you don’t have a heading—”

“I’ll start on Dathomir,” Vos told him, slinging his back over his shoulder. “And then I’ll figure it out from there.” Between his psychometry and the Force, he could do it. He knew he could. He had to.

Throwing his hands in the air, Obi-Wan said, “Force forbid I try to burden you with any logic.” He paused, then said, “I’d go with you if I could. Be careful, Vos.”

“I know,” Vos said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “And I will be. I’ll see you when I have her back.”

Turning, he headed out of the small hut, and into the Tatooinian sun. But Vos’s mind wasn’t on the heat. It was on the woman he was setting out in search of.

He’d been sure she was dead. And maybe she had been once, but she was back now. The dream had been startlingly clear and real—Vos had been standing right next to her. He’d seen the determination in her pale blue eyes, heard the quiet sorrow in her voice when she asked how she could get back to him. To me.

They were both fighting to get back to each other, left adrift in a galaxy after everything that could have gone wrong, did. And Vos wouldn’t let the last thing he loved leave him again.

“I’m coming, Asajj,” he whispered. “I’ll see you again, if it’s the last thing I do.”

[emzzy]

so we can all agree that the church darkworld had the best aesthetics out of all of them so far right?

[chocoloom]

Alright, the hyperfixation’s still kicking, so fuck it. Here’s the pokemon I think the Project Eden’s Garden characters would have or would turn into if they were Mystery Dungeon’d

Damon - Servine, Applin, Noibat

Kai - Togetic, Ribombee, Vivillon

Eloise - Swanna, Honedge, Farfetch’d (Galarian) or Sirfetch’d

Grace - Buneary, Jigglypuff, Spheal (golf ball lmao)

Wolfgang - Flaaffy, Wooloo, Herdier, Prinplup

Ingrid - Pyroar, Armarouge, Tinkaton

Toshiko - Spritzee, Fomantis, Flamigo, Roselia

Jett - Poochyena, Scrafty, Revavroom

Mark - Treecko, Whismur, Deino

Eva - Corvisquire, Mawile, Sneasel (normal or Hisuian)

Ulysses - Hoothoot, Elgyem, Claydol

Wenona - Teddiursa, Stufful, Pancham, Pawmo

Desmond - Wartortle, Poliwhirl, Dewott, Clauncher

Cassidy - Sizzlipede, Joltik, Dewpider, Scolipede

Jean - Dragonite, Druddigon, Charizard

Diana - Audino, (shiny) Furret, Galarian Ponyta, Minccino

[givememtnspls]

Random little clips from home - Olympic Peninsula

[botopsy]

MORE THINGS I LOVE ABOUT ES OP: these two images

[elvencantation]

i feel like i get literal psychic damage when i think about capitalism too long

[evilovesyou]

Did you guys know that going to pride and dancing the night away is FUN and GOOD and MAKES EVERYTHING WORTH IT???

[tess-talks-inc]

“Oh Tess it’s too early to tell there’s so many movies coming out” I DONT CARE IF SINNERS DOESNT GET AWARDS SOMETHING IS WRONG!!!!!!!!

THAT MOVIE IS TOO GOOD NOT TO BE AWARDED!!!!!!!

THAT SOUNDTRACK TOO FIRE THOSE ACTORS TOO TALENTED AND SKILLED !!!!!!

THAT STORY TOO RICH THOSE PARALLELS AND MESSAGE TOO STRONG!!!!!

GIVE SINNERS ITS FLOWERS!!!!!!