#they argue about it for eternity

[rubydubydoo122]

I saw someone say a while ago that Jason attacking Tim at Titans Tower was just Tim hallucinating bc he was feeling guilty about being Robin even though Jason's not dead. Which is great, amazing, I think the whole Titans Tower thing is Bonkers, but I think it would be so much funnier if Jason tried to Gaslight Tim into believing the Titans Tower incident never happened, not because he's like evil, he's just super embarassed about it. like Or Tim did actually hallucinate Jason at TT but thinks it was real, so when he tells Jason about it, Jason's so fucking confused, and Tim thinks Jason's Gaslighting him

Tim: Remember that time when you broke into Titans Tower and beat me half to death while wearing a Robin costume from party city

Jason: What? Tim, I know i'm crazy, but I'm not...Insane.

Tim, pulling down his collar: I literally have the scar to prove it

Jason: Bruce told me that was from Clayface pretending to be me, which, might I just say rude. Tim... are you ok? Did you hallucinate me attacking you? like, I know I've done that before, but...

Tim, frowning: I don't think I hallucinating. I was benched for a while after because I had to recover-

Jason: well, you were benched around the time I was dropping hints that I knew who Bruce was outside of Batman, he probably just benched you to keep you safe. You probably were working too many cases with too little sleep and your imagination started to run wild.

Tim: Are you gaslighting me?

Jason: Are you gaslighting me?

[softerseasons]

people on tumblr have got to learn that someone reblogging and disagreeing on your post that uses easily searchable key terms is Not fucking inciting harassment. if they have stated that they do not condone harassment, them arguing with you is Just them arguing with you. a large follower count does not preclude them from being a human being who is allowed to interact with your public posts.

you're also not being harassed when it's just a bunch of people disagreeing with you, anon or not.

harassment is sustained, malicious continuance of stated or shown unwanted actions. it's harassment when you say 'stop, i dont want to talk about this' and they continue, or when they're sending threats or abuse or sexual content that you have not allowed. until that point, it's just people disagreeing with you.

you don't have to enjoy people disagreeing with you, but y'all really need to fucking learn the difference. disagreement does not inherently equal harassment.

mwah. much love

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

something really refreshing about house of anubis is that despite a main plot point of the show throughout all three seasons being eternal youth, it’s never a woman who’s obsessed with it. the only characters that are actually super fixated on the idea of eternal youth and beauty are male.

[slayerdurge]

A Deal with God (Post-Ending Durgetash Fanfic)

Summary:

Ever since she first woke up on that Nautiloid with an empty past and an insistent Urge, she had no interest in resisting it. Why would she? She loved the killing even before she knew who her Father was, and after she knew, she longed to reshape the world into endless piles of corpses in his name. Until she reconnected with Enver Gortash, her old partner, the one with whom she’d made all these plans for world domination in the first place, and the one who she felt very keenly had likely had this kind of corrupting influence on her before. He made her crave something more than annihilation. Made her selfish. Made her a heretic. Made her want to rule. And so she found herself behaving in ways she’d never have expected. She resisted Bhaal, resisted anyone else who dared get in their way, and allied with him and him alone to claim the Netherbrain for themselves… until she watched him die in front of her and knew that she’d have fought Bhaal naked with only her teeth and fists if that was what it took to get him back. But what she really needed was something even more daunting—leverage over Bane.

CHAPTER TWO - THE REUNION

[read on ao3]

Enver re-entered his body screaming.

As The Dark Urge listened in transfixed stillness, his screams gradually changed into a strange and discordant mixture of laughter and sobs, and all she could think was that she’d heard that sound before.

But she couldn’t place it until a series of sensuous fragmented memories crashed into her mind—the damp stone walls of an underground dungeon, the thrust of steel as it penetrated flesh, the tantalizing ferrous scent of fresh blood, an influx of saliva pooling in the bottom of her mouth, and the howling keen emanating from the pile of meat in front of her. Then came the feeling of satisfaction. The knife clattered to the floor, and as she wiped her mouth, she heard the sound change.

This was the sound of a torture victim who’d been offered a moment of reprieve, and the only coherent thought she could form in the mangled, macerated caverns of her brain was that that sound should not be coming out of him.

She couldn’t say exactly how long the sound continued, but eventually she became aware that it had stopped, and that his eyes, which had been alternately twitching and rolling backwards into his head, had refocused. He was looking at her.

She became aware of what she must look like, standing stock-still and staring at him in paralyzed silence, but she could rouse herself to neither speech nor movement. 

Slowly, he sat up, supporting his unsteady balance by spreading his hands flat on the rock’s surface. He looked around, taking in the sizeless expanse of the Astral Prism. His gaze seemed to sharpen. “How long?” he asked.

“How long…” She didn’t immediately understand the question. 

“How long was I dead?” he repeated, over-enunciating each word impatiently. 

The twinge of annoyance that caused within her brought her fully back to herself. “Less than a day,” she said. “Maybe slightly more. I lost track of time during the battle.” She glared at him pointedly. “You’re welcome, by the way. For your life.”

He stood, wobbling slightly but catching himself and righting his posture quickly. He walked towards her, stopping when there was only a few feet of distance between them, and met her gaze evenly. “Thank you,” he said, without a trace of sarcasm. “For my life.”

The Dark Urge found it suddenly difficult to maintain eye contact. 

He wasn’t looking at her anymore either. He was staring at the back of his hand, where the purple Netherstone had been affixed to his gauntlet. He touched the empty space left behind with his other hand, rubbing his thumb almost absentmindedly against the metallic surface. “Why don’t you bring me up to speed?” he said. “You mentioned a battle.”

“With the Netherbrain, yes.”

He looked up sharply. “How did you survive our encounter with it?”

“The Emperor saved me,” she explained. “Pulled me into the Astral Prism at the last moment. Along with your corpse.”

“So that left you with all three Netherstones. But how did you get them to work again?”

“Can you see through illusions?” she asked suddenly.

He tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing her more closely. “Not without the proper tools. I can tell you’re disguised now that you’ve mentioned it, but I can’t see your true form.”

She allowed her illusion to flicker momentarily, showed him the true light lavender color of her skin, the exposed bits of brain matter she disguised as scalp and hair, and the tentacles that blossomed from the front of her mouth. She didn’t drop her disguise entirely, and it soon flickered back into stable form. She planned to assume it consistently. It wouldn't do to have the non-tadpoled citizens of Baldur’s Gate thinking their savior was a monster. And if they were superficial enough that a more palatable face prevented them from realizing she was far more monstrous than any ordinary mind flayer, that was entirely to their own detriment. 

“Ah,” he said. “Then it was ceremorphosis that made the difference?” 

She didn’t speak aloud this time, instead projecting her thoughts directly into his mind. “That and I ate the Prince of the Comet.”

She heard his answer aloud in the form of a light burst of laughter, but his words came to her in her mind. “Well, there goes the chance for Githyanki liberation,” he said telepathically.

“They wouldn’t know liberation if it hit them on their upturned noses. They’d just trade one tyrant for another, like everyone else does.”

She felt his agreement more as a sensation than as a verbalized thought. In that moment, their mental states were so closely aligned that the edges between them had unintentionally blurred. 

“You know, I have Orpheus’s memories now,” she mused silently into their shared thoughtspace. “Perhaps I’ll impersonate him. Give the Gith a worthwhile leader to follow for once.”

This time his answer came as both an emotion and a thought. She felt his amused appreciation, after which he said, “I’d like to see that.”

“You’ll see it all,” she promised him. 

She could feel his reaction to that—a moment of unrestrained enthusiasm. Then his mind refocused. “So Orpheus’s power protected you from the Netherbrain long enough to get close to it again. And then what?”

“We fought. For a long time. I had to weaken it to the point where I could safely use the Netherstones again. With Orpheus’s knowledge and power, my own enhanced illithid abilities, and the help of the army of allies I’d been building, it was enough. The Netherbrain is now under my full control.”

“Well done,” he thought emphatically. He grinned at her, and she could feel the wave of emotions that filled his mind—joy, pride, and, most of all, vindication. His assessment of the victory was primarily focused on the fact that, despite everything, their long-shot plan had actually worked in the end. Then she felt him calm himself and fall back into a strategic mindset. “What became of The Emperor?” he asked.  

“He’s still around. He’s under my thrall, but he doesn’t think of it negatively now, of course. None of them do. Still, I make sure to watch him more closely than any of the others. He’s already escaped enslavement twice. That’s quite a remarkable track record.”

“It may actually be best to be proactive on that front,” he suggested. “Now that you have Orpheus’s powers, you can grant selective protection from the Absolute to enthralled individuals and monitor their thoughts through your direct access to the hive mind network, all while retaining the ability to recall their immunity at any moment. Sometimes the best precaution against rebellion is freedom. Within reason, of course.”

“Interesting! That’s certainly worth considering,” she said, excited by the potential possibilities this tactic opened up, and impressed that, even with all her natural illithid cognitive advantages, he’d still come up with it before her. “I knew bringing you back was the right call.”

“Of course it was,” he replied smugly. “That was never under contention.” 

“What did Lord Bane tell you?” she asked, a sudden suspicion crawling in the back of her mind.

He smiled, but no immediate thoughts were incoming. 

“You must’ve spoken before he sent you back,” she insisted. “You know too much. And you wouldn’t have reorientated yourself so quickly otherwise.”

“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, still smiling. She probed at his mind, but he evaded her advances for the moment. 

“I can read your mind at will, Enver,” she reminded him. “You can’t hide from me indefinitely.”

“I don’t need to,” he said, still sounding smug. As he opened the channel of his thoughts again, she saw, to her great irritation and relief, that there wasn’t actually anything he’d been particularly keen to hide. He’d been teasing her. “He told me I’d done well to bring you to him,” he said, “And that I was to grant you the appropriate respect and obedience owed by any Banite to one of their Lord’s Chosen. Which I plan to do, of course. One doesn't become a Chosen of Bane in the first place without a healthy respect for the concept of hierarchy. And you’ll make a fine Banite, Dark Urge. I’ve always thought so.”

Because their minds were linked, she could tell that his words were genuine. His dedication to Bane ran deep, and he'd be her subordinate as long as Bane said he was her subordinate. He would not hold back when it came to helping her bring her plans to fruition. 

Because their minds were linked, she could also sense the unspoken competitive subtone to his words. This mentality was so central to his basic cognitive functioning that there was no need for him to ever verbalize or affirm it, not to her nor anyone else nor even to himself. The unspoken challenge and promise underscored his every thought. This isn’t over. 

Gods, I hope not, she thought, though not to him. I hope this goes on forever.

Another realization came to her, and she felt shocked that she hadn't considered it earlier. “If Bane spoke to you before your resurrection then… that screaming…”

She knew instantly that she was right because he immediately broke out into laughter that she could hear twofold, once in his head and once aloud. She got the other relevant details too. His soul really had been tortured—he’d always known this would be the outcome if he died, and he was no stranger to the experience—but it’d happened earlier, before she’d made her offer to Bane. He’d known that she'd been aware of this fact, guessed how eager she’d been to end his suffering, and decided to have a little fun with her about it. He'd been faking, as a demonstration of how much his pain hurt her too, how much she cared about him. He'd been gloating. And now he was laughing at her, sounding for all the world like a naughty child who’d just seamlessly pulled off a very clever prank. 

“You motherfucker,” she exclaimed vocally, and she lashed out, striking his chest with her fist hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs, but not hard enough to stop his laughter. He was still laughing—choking and coughing at the same time, but still laughing. He grabbed her fist with his left hand, holding it firmly in place against his chest, and wrapped his other arm around her back in a way that made her acutely aware that her robes left her shoulders bare. “I'm going to murder you,” she growled aloud.

“You'd better not,” he warned her, also aloud and interspersed between fits of wheezing. “I'm not sure what you'd have to offer Lord Bane for a second resurrection.” His own joke sent him off into a new peal of laughter.

As she stood there in his arms, glaring at him in anger and disbelief and the most irritating depth of affection she'd ever felt for anyone in her life, she fantasized about all the different ways she could kill him, and she opened her mind to him again so that he could see it too. His laughter finally died down as he paused to watch, drinking in her visions eagerly, hungrily, as she showed him a dozen different ways she could end the life she'd gifted him. It would be easy. He was unarmed, far from his Steel Watch or any allies; he had none of his usual gadgets with him and no intrinsic magical abilities; he didn't even have their god’s favor. She had every advantage. She could take him with a blade or a spell or, if she was feeling ironic, she could command her Netherbrain to end him again like it had the first time. As he watched, she indulged in every vision with such glorious gory detail that she was sure if her Urge were still with her, it would have taken over and brought the visions into reality. But her Urge was gone, and she was in complete control of herself. She kissed him.

She felt his body respond—his mouth opened to welcome her tongue, his arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her closer into his chest. She felt his mind respond—reeling through a wave of lengthy memories at high speed. She could see him thinking of countless instances when he'd wanted to do this, dozens when he almost had or when he'd thought that perhaps she would, and the handful of rare well-hidden occasions on which they'd actually done this before. The last group was recalled so fondly and in such painstakingly recreated vibrant detail that it was as though she had those memories back now too. She felt his emotions respond—knew his true grief when he thought he'd lost her, his cautious optimism when he thought that he might've gotten her back, and the utter unequivocal sense of triumph he felt in this moment. 

Finally, she pulled back, breathless and dizzy, both from her racing thoughts and from his. She placed her hands on his neck, under the pointed collar of his robes, and leaned her forehead against his. He reached out and stroked her cheek softly with a sharp-tipped gold finger. For the moment, both their minds were still. 

“We really should get back to the city,” he finally said, telepathically once more. “You've got a world to deliver.”

[bagheerita]

Ronon puts up with so much. The man deserves a medal.

[sidesteppostinghours]

pulps law is that whenever i get insane enough about something, i will inevitably attempt to make a persona 5 au, regardless of whether or not i am successful at it.

[giantkillerjack]

Betty is so relatable I would do the same shit for my wife

[poetryqueer]

planning document must be going well I just said the words “explaining the endurance of Platonism could be the life I’m living” to myself. Alone. At 2:30am. Because yeah. Could be.

[zaritarazi]

enough of the grace granted to fence-sitting jews, to the jews that are too scared to stand up to their mommies and daddies about palestine, so they come online and tone police. i am humbled by the grace nonjews have shown these jews. as a jew that has never been a zionist, who has no zionist family, and who grew up around many other anti-zionist jews, you have been far kinder to these genocide-abetters than i ever could be. and so as a jew, i see your grace, and i personally respect you and your commitment to equal and social justice.

but you don't owe these cowards a fucking thing. when they come on and say "this is a dogwhistle but this is a legitimate palestinian charity" ignore them. they can get with the right side of history, or they can stay with their congregation. you aren't required to hear them out. you don't owe them a single thing.

these spineless cucks will decry nonjews tokenizing anti-zionist jews to say "antisemitic" things, and then those antisemitic things are literally... things that the iof is currently doing. on video. daily. so tokenize me all you'd like. i have lots of other antizionist jewish friends i grew up with- we're all white jews, tokenize them, too. until palestine is free, until those cowards remember who their fucking G-d is, don't waste your time on them. from the river to the sea.

[mathlann]

Thinking about Cas' background and why she probably got picked as a potential heir for Theodora.

So going off the Noble Triumphs, I changed Cas' from Apex of Brilliance (+Persuasion, stopping a Feudal War) to Feat of Greatness (+Coercion, destroyed a rival house's reputation and had them banished from the Sector) for her second run. And while those options are assuming a more interplanetary scale than anything she handled back home, I do think functionally the same thing happened for her because of how tenuous peace in Port Suffering is and how massive the impact of failing can be.

And getting a rival Vai's main envoy(s) exiled from Port Suffering would be a huge deal even if it's not a move with the same impact as a similar maneuver on say, Scintilla. Because even in the best case scenario where the Vai would just have to find some new people, that warband is still looking at

So one of the ways Iocanthos "works" is that Port Suffering is parked on the largest reserve of water on the planet, and, by controlling the only spaceport, the Imperium has almost full control of what resources are given out to who and when. So there is the 5 year flower tally that decides the Vervai (Planetary Governor) and their warband gets top pick for everything, but in those intervening years and for everyone else, each warband has various full or part time envoys who are sent to the city to negotiate contracts with the Administratum for necessary provisions. So envoys not only have to be socially savvy and educated enough to flatter whatever Administratum Adepts have been assigned to handle whatever resource without getting screwed over, but they're also competing with each other to get the best/most for their people absent being the Vervai's own representative.

And so on that level I don't even see Cas' Rule of Annoying as being especially unique to her, since, absent the ability to outright fight each other within city walls, undermining and pissing each other off is just a mode of communication most of them cultivate. But I think where Cas gets noticed, is that she doesn't just undermine one of her rivals, she plays the game well enough that she provokes them to the point where they lose their cool and end up banished outright (with their contracts conveniently granted to her instead).

A) Anywhere between a few weeks to a year or more to learn the news. Since information travels by snail mail (maybe illegal wizard if lucky).

B) Finding people worth replacing the old envoy with, and potentially training them (do they know the Creed? Can they speak Low Gothic? Can they read? Etc)

C) Sending the new people to Port Suffering without them being intercepted and possibly killed

D) However long it would take for the new people to adjust to how things work there and claw their way back into the Administratum's esteem

And all the while, that's time that that warband has no access to resources beyond maybe the bare minimum, and longer they'll likely be barred from anything necessary to stay ahead like weapons, vehicle parts, etc. Worst case scenario the whole warband ends up eventually dissolving as people defect to more prosperous rivals or straight up die.

And I think with Theodora, having a rather eccentric taste in who she chooses for her inner circle, probably saw the incident in whatever background check report and recognized the magnitude of that. Because on the one hand "backwater Agri-world-er' does not a good Rogue Trader make on its face but because of the way Cas' home planet is set up there is a surprising amount of political savvy needed to be successful in such a way that is valuable for a Rogue Trader in the semi-Frontier of the Koronus Expanse. And I think the added bonus of the fact that most Imperial Worlders would underestimate Cas could be an asset in seeing how she does as a potential successor because proving herself by holding her cool against Barbarian Envoy #3 may mean something on Iocanthos, but if she could do the same against, say, Calligos Winterscale, that's very valuable.

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Ngl as someone who was solidly entrenched in diahell for about 7 years, I keep forgetting that not everyone is accustomed to dark content, particularly unhealthy romance stuff, in their fiction. However this only really struck me when I encountered discourse on Ascended Astarion from BG3, because while the relationship with him is definitely unhealthy, compared to some of the shenanigans in DL it seems tame to me.

[soppingwetratboy]

I don’t think I’ve ever had a breakup that I didn’t watch a manic pixie dream girl movie about

[trans-leek-cookie]

the thingw the orcs in dunmeshi is sth i skirt around bc like u said it is. not a great modern take on orcs. obv not the worst it could be and kui at least did engage w trying to write a more involved lore on them rather than just having this be the same “orcs are big uncivilized brutes” version 8000000 but that element is still there. and i do think “its not the worst” is hardly what i would want to set my highest expectations to jdhdgksgd

tumblrs being a bitch n not letting me put images in so I'll just paste the text from the other ask

Nodding. ty for the info on the ways halfling racism can be compared to irl examples in “the middle east” like that rly is such a close comparison i wonder if it was at all intentional… AND FR on the whole . wishing we knew what they called themselves bc the “halfling” “half foot” thing i rly cant help but think abt how it feels like irl examples of certain groups being denigrated to category slurs its like. LOL. dunmeshi makinh me feel party to fictional racism and microaggressions against my will...

Idk Abt skirting around bc I think it's smthn we should face head on, but at the same time I'm not in a place where I can really add onto the discussion wrt orcs as a white/East Asian person. IIRC ppl have said tolkiens orcs are black and/or central Asian (Mongolian I believe) coded, which is meaningful cause he's influenced so much of modern fantasy, and thats. Y'know. Not great. Also the orcs in dungeon Meshi are essentially an indigenous group from what I remember so that's also a whole mess. Again, my opinions arent very meaningful when it comes to this, but I feel like it's incredibly disappointing to see an author who's clearly capable of nuanced and interesting commentary on racism in the context of real life and fiction (even if it's not always great it's clear she's thinking about it in some depth) really just. Fall back on tropes. Bc for the other races - human is a wider category than usual, tall men aren't always the Everyman, elves are long lived but that doesn't make them wiser, and halflings are mature, worldly and resourceful, which I feel like does a lot to break free of typical fantasy pigeon holeing. But the orcs are just sorta... The Bad Guy but Not That Bad I guess? Theoretically it's a departure from the "super evil forever no exceptions" idea of the but it's still so far behind what needs to be done to make it less of a lazy, racist trope.

Yeah, again I'm not west Asian or Arab like I said, but between reading stuff ppl online write n talking to my Iraqi friend + rereading dungeon Meshi and really trying to analyze it, it kinda stood out to me. I will say I was a little unconfident posting about it bc it's 3 things (4 if you count the name note) but theyre still really notable at least to me. The hand/foot cutting is I feel the most explicit? Because that's such a fucked up stereotype it just stands out immediately. I don't necessarily know if the half foot/middle east connection was intentional, because I assume Japan/Asia in general has a different relationship with West Asia (since they are the "far east" in comparison, so "Middle East" wouldnt really make sense?), but it could be one of those things that colonialism managed to spread. I'm not very knowledgeable about that, but even if it wasn't intentional I think it's a very interesting parallel in how language can be used to categorize people as "normal/other". So i can't say if its intentional or not, but it's definitely an interesting lens to consider the story thru. Id also say I believe halflings are said to be native to a place that's east from where the story takes place, but not the eastern continent (which is p much easy Asia). I've seen some ppl take this to mean eastern Europe, and I don't think that's wrong, but I think u could also think of it as west Asia? Idk if we ever got much info on it in story, so I might be missing some details. (Honestly I'd personally HC that halflings are generally mixed Eastern European/West Asian- not to conflate the two, but rather Im imaging the majority of them are in a kinda blended culture).

[yourbuerokrat2]

A conversation between Picard and Q after Tapestry about Q being potentially serious about wanting to spend eternity with Picard would be interesting. Because even if the attraction/any feelings wouldn't be onesided I don't think that Picard would be all that much on board with this especially since from Picards perspective he is still unaware of why Q would want that and is left with speculations. And Q would try to keep this conversation from becoming overtly serious partly because of who he is and partly because if he keeps up a certain over-the-topness and condescension and sarcasm he can avoid actually confessing to something and be faced with possible outright rejection.

Another thing that would make this conversation interesting, is that Picard could claim that Q can't possibly want to spend that long a time with him because he has no idea about what actually spending a week with Picard would even mean. Q would not understand that issue, because it's not like he doesn't know Picard enough. He knows absolutely everything about this man. Probably even more than Picard knows about himself. But knowing all the facts there are to a person is different than actually living with them.

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

(They're watching a reality show.)

"First hint: I am old."

"Old man?"

Hyunwoo:Amazing guess.

Nicky:That's it! She got it first try!

"Second hint:They seek me in the depths."

Nicky:Fossils! Sand!

Isol:Water.

Nicky:Natural gas!

Hyunwoo:You guys think that that guy thought of natural gases....?

Nicky:Earth's core! Magma!

"It's in the depths... Magic?"

Isol:Microwave. That is equivalent to just saying microwave.

"No! Third hint:I am in many pieces."

Isol:Coal.

Yuki:Good guess, actually.

Nicky:Grains of magic!

Hyunwoo:Bitcoin! Airfryer!

"Guys, nothing's coming into my mind. Jigsaw, I don't know."

Isol:She is hearing different things from us.

Yuki:It's in pieces.

Isol: DEPTHS? OLD?

Nicky:It's an old jigsaw.

"Okay, sure. Why not. Fourth hint:there is a successful movie about me."

Hyunwoo:Dinosaur!

Isol:In PIECES?

Hyunwoo:Well you don't find the whole dinosaur!

Isol:I'm more skewed to Titanic.

Hyunwoo:IN LITTLE PIECES?!

Isol:YEAH! IN PIECES! WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKING DINOSAUR PIECES! THE TITANIC HIT, IT'S IN PIECES!

Hyunwoo:IT'S WAY BIGGER THAN A DINOSAUR!

Isol:THAT'S WHY THERE'S SO MANY PIECES! DINOSAUR'S SMALLER!

Hyunwoo:There's little pieces of the dinosaur fossils!

Isol:And there's little pieces of the big titanic!

Nicky:Guys. Please. It's magic.

"Successful movie..... Space?"

Isol:Moon.

"No. Last one: Millionaires refuse to leave me alone!"

Nicky:Oh. It's just titanic. Cool.

Isol:What?

Nicky:People keep visiting it, and stuff.

Hyunwoo:Oh. Right.

"Pirates of the caribbean?"

Nicky:WOW! At that point you guess anything!

Isol:Magic.

"The answer is Titanic!"

Isol:Titanic.

Nicky:Yeah. I did guess that one.

[akascow]

i dont remember why people hated the Eternals so much its one of the most visually stunning mcu movies like ever but especially in recent years