#they're smart and strong

[quotidian-oblivion]

All the knights of Camelot are Gryffindor.

[itsbenedict]

pro tip for anyone planning on buying Another Crab's Treasure: for the love of fuck don't get the Switch release, it's almost unplayably buggy. i did, by sheer stubbornness, make it to the end and beat the final boss after a 2.5-hour slog (it's the final boss of a souls game. it's Fuckin' Hard.)... which immediately caused the game to crash and i had to look up the ending on youtube.

[raiiny-bay]

monster boyz thoughts...

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

“You don’t have to do this.”

"You don't have to do this."

Demeter's voice comes from somewhere behind Alonzo's shoulder, thin and reedy but heavy with intent. She is frighteningly calm, all things in considered, though Mungojerrie can hear the tail edge of something foreign tightening each syllable.

The decided emphasis of the statement gives Alonzo a solid beat of pause; he's hearing what Demeter is saying, but, more importantly this time around, he's deliberating it. It's gotten through to him. Mungojerrie sees every millimeter of muscle beneath his eye twitch and shift. He holds his breath.

The speed at which Mungojerrie had been off his paws and slammed back against the wall was - admittedly - startling, knocking the wind and words clean out of him. He'd been midsentence, explanatory excuse just on the tip of his tongue, attempting to keep pace with the cats walking with him, but every time he caught up front, they continued on. Alonzo wouldn't even look at him - that should have been his first warning.

They'd been silent amongst themselves when he'd made his meager attempt at explanation. Even Teazer was frighteningly quiet, trailing hesitantly behind Demeter, in the way that suggested whatever she'd seen back in that room hadn't been good. The silence had been deafening and uncomfortable, tension thick and wounded like a noose set to decorate a neck, and every nervous bone in Mungojerrie's body screamed to fill it, interrupt it - say something that would diffuse everything and stitch them back together instead of feeling like he'd been trapped behind glass, screaming and screaming with no one around to make it mean anything.

He'd said the wrong thing; he could feel it the moment it whistled through his teeth. He'd said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing, pissed off the wrong cats. Or just one of the wrong cat; the most important of wrong cats. And they'd all surely pay for that slip up down the line. But it could be smoothed over; surely everything could.

The last thing he had heard before being suspended was a sharp, flat exhale - a decisive, frustrated kind of noise that, perhaps if he were paying more attention to his surroundings instead of his fear, Mungojerrie would have recognized as something foreboding.

Now, he was face-to-face with a very angry looking tomcat, and struggling a solid few inches off the ground, every instinct in his body screaming at him to escape, lash out and yowl like his tail was on fire, do something, but he was completely frozen. Alonzo held onto the scruff of his chest firmly, shoving his nose into Mungojerrie's muzzle and the rest of him bodily into his space so he couldn't look away from him even if he tried. There were bright coals of anger burning in Alonzo's eyes, fanned to life with an undercurrent of fear. Danger. A reminder - Mungojerrie thought distantly as his attempts at squirming free from an iron grip slowed to a trickle, then an icy stop - of how he'd gotten to be where he was in the first place. It was easy to forget; easy to pretend they were playing one long hauled game. Alonzo was grumpy and aloof, but never dangerous. Never any real threat.

There is a scar running through his lip and up into his nose, deep and pulled taught against his snarl. Mungojerrie wonders where he got it. He'd never asked.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" the larger tomcat growled, low, menacing, cold, shaking him for emphasis. "What is the matter with you?"

Send me a sentence and I’ll fill at least five more in after it for a little mini-fic.

[bonefall]

so is shadowclanmew just austrailian

I made a vow that if there ever was some situation where I was putting voiceclaims to BB characters, I have to choose exclusively Northern English accents. But I would also include wiggle room for a Welsh accent.

[side-b-bumblebi]

Men who view women as their intellectual equals 😍

[nightingaletrash]

Lyris finally gets to introduce Solas to Tala and the rest of her clan, and Tala is immediately demanding to hear all about what happened in Minrathous and if her mum killed another god like she killed Corypheus.

Give it an hour, Solas will have all the kids pestering him to turn into a wolf because Lyris told Tala that he ripped Lusacan's throat out, and she's run around telling everyone.

[deva-arts]

You got isekai'd into SYSTEMA. What now.

Be amazed.

Remember I spawned into the "everything sucks" world.

Break down and cry.

Consider death as an escape.

Summon the global chaos by leaking insider secrets that could make about 200 new conspiracy theories.

Hope that Sera's conspirator ass tries to find me before one of the hits get me first.

Ending 1: I get sniped.

Ending 2: I get jumped.

Ending 3: I get kidnapped.

Ending 4:

Ending 200: It worked! Sera insults me. I cry from both the height she's holding me at and the insult respectively. She tells me to quit sobbing so I weep in incognito mode.

Make it into the Manumission. Wipe my face. Contemplate death again.

Get interrogated.

Get welcomed in! (I am still under close observation)

Quietly fangirl about my characters in 4k then feel incredibly weird about how much I know.

Get interrogated again.

I know that Nathaniel knows that I know but he doesn't know how much I know until I make it known that I know that he knows.

Consider death as- oh. He heard that too.

Literally everyone freaks me out for different reasons. I hang out with Sonia. She calls me fat. I still like you Sonia.

Live in the manumission under witness/informant protection and try not to die.

[glindyupland]

I just think it’s silly that so many people complain about Villain Amaya as “wasted potential” and that “we were robbed” like-

My pals, post canon fan fiction is right there. The desire to free her husband is right there. Either by touching an evil book while being too eager to remember the obsidian oil, or being possessed by contact (ie what she believes is true loves kiss) when trying to reason with him in the dungeon.

We don’t need a rewrite, we can have a continuation. Both can be true. Amaya is a complex character, she can handle it.

[dnangelic]

heroes

heroes when you remember you're technically a bad guy

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Blasting my psyonic beam at whoever's in range to explain how the Tenacious D covers of "Wicked Game" and "I think I love you" sound how closeson feels. To me. Unrelated, I'm not usually all that into zombie apocalypse AUs but I think Darryl and Glenn would be so fucking funny in that context and my mind keeps going back to it. Send post.

[wildflowercryptid]

barely 2 chapters into a semi-charming kind of life and i'm already screaming over the parallels i'm seeing between darling and apple, oh my god...

[daxite]

are people really mad that of all things shadow is actually kicking ass in the movie trailer, come the fuck on lol

[caspersscareschool]

still aromantic but i might be a tiny bit in love with this one girl. like a little bit

[arabian-batboy]

Why didn’t anyone tell me that Black Adam and Damian have interacted with each other before and the way it was handled was pretty good?

[if-you-like-pina-colada-s]

The Justice League are all incredibly smart, intelligent, and capable people (not to mention sexy i mean who said that 👀). And I feel like I just need more of them asking for each other's help on things. Even for the simple sake of "hmm I can't find the flaw in my process/plan, I need another pair of eyes to see if there's something I keep missing".

I need their conversations to borderline unintelligible sometimes. I need them to know exactly which JL member to call up to fact check something for them. I need them to be constantly info dumping w eachother and teach eachother what they know. Do you see my vision??