#there is a lot of murder in these titles

[scificrows]

“I was having an emotion, and I hate that. I’d rather have nice safe emotions about shows on the entertainment media; having them about things real-life humans said and did just led to stupid decisions.” ― Martha Wells, Exit Strategy

Title sequence designs inspired by the real-life shows Martha Wells based Murderbot's favorite shows on.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

sk8 the infinity is hilarious because every single time adam races all the spectators start going like “oh my god he’s doing a SIGNATURE TRICK” and every single time it’s aggravated assault

[hueseok]

okay here me out... i have this plot in mind about theater actor!bts member who recently had a scandal and is now desperate to redeem his reputation by aiming to play the lead in an upcoming korean adaptation of a famous broadway show. he’s confident, he’s positive that he will be cast because his manager seriously knows how to pull some strings to make things work for him (also ‘cause despite the scandal, he really is extraordinary at what he does)—until he discovers that the director of the show is going to be your father, and suddenly all hope is gone.

because unbeknownst to many, you and him used to date (very secretly) at the start of his career, and he does specifically remember you yelling at him to ‘never show your fucking face to me again!’ after he dumped you over call. he wants to believe that considering it’s been a decade since that incident happened, surely you wouldn’t be that petty and immature to hinder the restoration of his career by using your nepo baby powers and influencing your dad’s mind about his decision regarding the final cast.

wrong. turns out you are petty and immature still, and now his manager is convincing (forcing) him to ask you for your forgiveness / be in your good graces so that he can have the part. normally, he wouldn’t have a problem lowering his ego and pride if it’s for the betterment of his career—however, you’re determined to make his life a living hell, and he finds himself wanting to burn himself alive instead of sucking up to you who’s really starting to get on his nerves lmao.

ANYWAYS, i kinda have taehyung or jimin or seokjin in mind for this??? i’m considering jk too but i just posted a fic of him so i kinda want to do this fic for a different member hehe,, please tell me ur thoughts if i should pursue this idea or not bc i want to write it but i have a feeling it’ll take so freaking long to write since it should have proper pacing and all that shit but yeah 😫

UPDATE: this has materialized to this drabble series!

[fbfh]

Hey! Could you please do some headcannons of cuddling with Jay from descendants?

Thank you!

oh fuck yes baby boy NEEDS a snuggle so fuckin bad. Jay is SO motherfucking - his full name is Janasheen Lagmani Mufti btw (successor, born at nightfall, one who gives council or legal advice) - Jay is SO motherfuckin touch starved that he'll get injured on purpose just so he can feel you touch him up. After a while you start to catch onto this because you don't have the heart to tell him he's not quite as slick as he thinks he is. So OBVIOUSLY I have a medieval game OBVIOUSLY I have a jousting game the only way you're gonna get him to turn into your snuggly lil bunbun (yes he does insist you call him that after you say it once as a joke and he loses his mind) is to make him think YOU'RE really the one who needs cuddles. like of course you're feeling kinda sad and tired from all your schoolwork so of COURSE you need a big strong tough cool guy star of the tourney team to make you feel all safe and cozy. obviously it's TOTALLY for your benefit. not at all because Jay was not hugged once as a child! that's hilarious and true and totally not the reason at all! I just washed my hands that's why they're wet! no other reason!

but yeah once you actually start cuddling with him it's going to take approximately less that six seconds for him to become a total and complete velcro boyfriend. it takes longer to watch any vine in existance than it does for Jay to latch onto you like a small baby bird. he did not know that touchy feely stuff could be so... nice. especially when it's with you. he tried giving Carlos and Evie and Mal bear hugs between classes when he's away from you and it was good, but it wasn't the same. Maybe it's because Carlos still thinks he's going to get suplexed whenever Jay grabs him like that or maybe it's because Mal keeps asking if he huffed her spraypaint and that's why he's so huggy out of nowhere (Evie doesn't mind too much as long as he doesn't wrinkle her outfits or mess with her hair and makeup. she actually approves of you two and likes that you're bringing out Jay's more affectionate side. she makes a mental note to give you the friends and family discount on any future designs you order from her.) but shortly after that first time you snuggled up with Jay and had him tell you all about the video games he's been playing and about tourney practice he's full on addicted to your touch and cuddles. Coach sometimes has to pull you off your extra curriculars to give Jay hugs and kisses during practice when he cops an attitude or gets too rowdy. you're known as the Jay whisperer immediately and believe me the nickname sticks. Carlos asks what the hype is once and you give him head scratches and he understands.

[olrinarts]

snippet series: chimes of bone (1)

the current draft's opening of the companion fic for constancy must transpose, where the sacrifice was successful

Narinder was the god of death. The One Who Waits. Always had been. Always would be. Therefore he was above such petty things as grief or regret – neither changed the inevitable.

He did not grieve. He did not regret. He did not doubt. He did not hear snaps and cracks late in the dark hours. Just because each bone of a body broke in its own way, with its own tone, didn't mean he had a specific melody memorised. Left humerus. Right radius followed by the ulna in a two-eighths click-clack. Left tibia, in a dotted quarter note, and then the left fibula as another eighth note crack. Right femur in four places, a sixteenth note build up, and then the rolling triplets of six vertebrae shattering at the neck and spine. The composition ending with the discordant fleshy clatter of a carcass dropping to the floor. Then silence.

The One Who Waits was far too busy for grief, regrets, doubts, music, if such things could even occur to him. Which they could not. He had faith to build, a world to remind of who its true master really was. The Herald, the only name he allowed to be spoken when discussing the key to his freedom, had been a kindly messenger. He'd tolerated its necessity. Now that the world was his once more, mercy was no longer the order of the day. Many welcomed the return of the old ways, and those who did not – those who protested that things could be different, should be different – were mere dissenters clinging to the false hope he'd allowed the Herald to foster for his own ends. Their word had been but a stopgap for his Word, and soon, all the dissenters had either converted once again to the true faith, or suffered the fate of heretics. The followers had known who they were meant to worship, and any who tried otherwise knew the fate they incurred.

He didn't regret it. He felt no guilt for it. Hearing the cries of the followers as they were sacrificed in his name, who wept and begged for the mercy of a vessel put to use and now disposed of, had no effect on him whatsoever. Certainly not grief, faithless creatures that they were, and never pity. Even using the old name the Herald had once borne was now heresy; he couldn't tolerate hearing it. Not for any personal reason. The reminder invited dissent, that was all, and the memory of the Herald as anything but a faithful key would fade with time, their old title lost to the ages of mortals and forgotten to him, too. It would be. It must be.

It wasn't.

Year after year, decade after decade, there would be a new whisper that he'd need to stamp out, and he always did so with ruthless efficiency. One would think guaranteed death would discourage it, but it always rose again.

The One Who Waits tried to wipe the memory out of history, obliterating any mention of the sheep in general, until only the Herald remained. Finally that was the only tenuous thread left to his vessel, and so he severed it, as he should have from the start. Even mention of the Herald was heresy, now, and he was certain within three or four generations, it would finally be gone, the constant prickle of dissent wiped out at last.

Quarter. Two eighths. Dotted quarter. One eighth. Four sixteenths. Triplet. Triplet. Whole note. Rest.

Even centuries after it first played he could still hear it, but that was nothing. Nothing but memories. The One Who Waits was the god of death, and Death could not be haunted by anything, ghost or memory or music or regrets.

One thousand years to the day, to the minute, that he had been freed, he felt a new Crown enter the world. The One Who Waits began to prepare, calm and sure, because he could not feel fear.

Narinder could, however. He just hadn't remembered until now.

[lxndonorris]

Imagine seeing one of the greatest talents in motorsports of our time and label him as boring, not passionate, half-hearted and what not.

Of course the car is helping him to dominate the way he does, but you cannot claim he isnt one of the current best drivers.

Hes working his ass off, loves the sim, and manages to get the car, the track and his opponents to their limits and beyond.

Its not like he spends so much time on the sim to improve. And hes always smiling, always praising the others, the fans, the track, the sport. And how do you repay him? By booing, insulting him.

And what does he do? He keeps smiling. [We dont deserve him]

Its fine if youre biased, everyone is. But just own it, and enjoy the show.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[aphel1on]

i really have missed writing xue yang though. he's one of those characters where i can just sit down and black out and an hour and a half later there's 3 new scenes in the word doc and it's a tossup whether they'll be hilarious, heartwrenching, or horrifying. i don't have to come up with any of it he just does that for me

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.

[krysmcscience]

Brain attempted to visit a nightmare on me, only to wind up planting itself facefirst into my monster fascination, instead, so now there's a whole ass story outline sitting in my notes, lol

Fucker did still wake me up, though

[mt07131]

Hey durge besties if your durge had an epithet (y'know like Orin the Red), what would it be?? For mine:

Solanine the Tempest

Lethe the Pure

[aecholapis]

I MISSED THE TRAILER TO

METROID

PRIME

FOUR?????????

[asocial-skye]

not to burst anyone's fucking bubble, but people really need to understand that the barbie movie is a fucking toy advert, and NOT a way to 'prove' that the doll was a feminist icon that was misunderstood. barbie did serious fucking damage to children's psyche and promoted unhealthy habits.

i love that movie, and i love it more for irritating right wing incels, but mattel produced this movie and you should take the message with at least a grain of salt.

[zevrans-remade]

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[itbetraysabadmind]

was anyone gonna tell me bigmouth strikes again goes this hard or was i just supposed to listen to it myself

[marsixm]

i basically listen to true crime 24/7 but yesterday i was listening to a podcast during work that detailed a sadistic kidnapping torture nightmare that was like lord of the flies but i knew it was all true (and since i was at work i could only listen in parts so it lasted all day) and just now i got in a tiktok rabbit hole about a kid who everyone is rightfully pointing out is being mistreated by his shitty tiktoker mom (& dad) who just blew up for being a shitty parent but ppl are treating it like a quirky story but ppl are noticing abuse signs and im honestly feeling emotionally burnt out rn for once