#they're unbearable

[nitsaart]

Watching grian's eight hour long world tour, currently on joel's section

Grian looked at joel's mail and there was shulker box of gravel and I kid you not. I rewind to make sure it was that, and i remembered little clip I saw with scar and etho, when scar was trying to sell etho more gravel? Just sell etho gravel? I'm not sure, but etho was REALLY hard to sell gravel to him, and scar was going through hermits who etho might gift that gravel until he got to joel, and etho fumbled like instantly? 😭 he was bought so fast with buying joel some gravel as a gift, god did it actually happen

I'm gonna cry. I'm about to cry, literally. I'm so normal about them

And like. The footage was taken month or two ago, so? 😭😭😭 no I cannot. It's killing my brain trying to think about it, help me

[seattledaytwo]

Happy Sunday, I offer you some fluff of my favorite girls!! <3

[frownyalfred]

"Batman & Superman friendship" you mean the thing they do while waiting on a mission where Bruce purposefully pops his shoulder a little too hard just to watch Clark's expression twist up in horror? you mean the two adults who play the "guess how long I've been holding my breath" game together during boring JL meetings via enhanced hearing + insane breath control? the two men who hold the Earth's security between them and maybe three other people, who win points over the other by dating the same people and either 1) making the news just so the other has to write a headline about it OR 2) writing the most whackadoodle version of that headline that can still be considered "truth" just for shits and giggles? THOSE guys??

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[onionninjasstuff]

something something future leo dies early and mikey takes on the role of cj's main mentor. something something mikey-centric movie. idk what his arc would be abt BUT I HAVE AN ITCH THAT NEEDS TO BE SCRATCHED

[ashleyslorens]

AARON TVEIT & JOJO LEVESQUE Curtain call for Moulin Rouge! The Musical (July 23, 2024) 📸 Avery Brunkus

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

‘Butter’ Jacket Shoot Sketch Day Three - RM, j-hope, Jimin, and V

[the-random-tyler]

End of stormblood (It didn't stick and he got kicked out soon after)

[wife]

honestly i just hate popular tumblr users i'm like. what kind of person do you have to be for being desperate for attention on This website. yes of course you people are so annoying

[chewyhanniebug]

day three of whatever this is and we've somehow backpedalled to puppy pile

[crimeoflove]

is Hannibal sitting with his legs crossed just him being his zesty self, or is Hannibal sitting with his legs crossed him being his zesty self and having improper thoughts about Will Graham?

image from @zippersrus on pinterest

[tethrawke]

What if I wrote a modern AU where Hawke is a newbie actress with only community theatre experience from her small hometown. Varric is a decently published writer, but not to the degree he could live off his writing alone. He and Bartrand are trying to make their first movie and launch a production company. It's based on Varric's script. They don't have the money to fund it, so they need the actors to go in on the funding (and get a % of the profits if it sells). They audition so many people. They stop being able to tell the humans apart. Everything is a blur.

And then SHE comes in. The one. And she's poor af. She can't afford to buy in. But it HAS to be her. Varric will strangle Bartrand in his sleep if that's what it takes. Instead, he helps her get the money together by referring her to people he knows for modelling work. Maybe even a sexy maid service. He thinks she'll kill him for suggesting it, but she just cracks her knuckles and tells him, "Let's do this."

He's in love. He knows he's in love, but he CAN'T be in love, because everyone knows he's still in love with the ex that left him years ago. So he's not in love. He just recognises raw talent when he sees it. That's all.

They get the money together. The film gets made. It's a runaway success. They get filthy rich off the profits. Hawke gets swamped with new offers. Varric starts writing again. He spends a decade telling himself he's not in love with his best friend and it doesn't kill him to see her with all those classically handsome film stars on screen and on the red carpet, their hands on her lower back. He's not jealous when she gushes about other scripts and how great her love interest is in this one. He doesn't care at all.

He cares so little, in fact, that he DOESN'T end up writing a script of their lives in a haze where the character that's definitely not him confesses to loving the girl on the last page, and there's nothing after. He doesn't forget that he wrote that dreck and left it out on his coffee table when Hawke comes over. He can't, because that would mean she'd know, and then what? He's kept the secret for so long, what are a few years more?

He's lucky Hawke is a fast reader and always skips to the end.

The luckiest man alive.

[lovinggreeniehours]

i wanted to draw this last saturday but i was so tired so. take these. arinkasas,,

[assim-eu-sou]

I've just started season 4 and this is the conclusion I've arrived at.

[waitineedaname]

I think a lot about bingqiu being playful with each other but especially that scene after binghe pretends like he'll force himself on sqq and they roll around in bed fighting. if I remember correctly sqq says something about how he hasn't been like this in a long time and that later on canon they play fight whenever they're flirty makes me think he secretly delighted in being able to let out his feral energy around binghe and drop the immortal master act for a while :') my favorite headcannon is that he gets more and more familiar with binghe as time passes and eventually they get to bitch and moan at each other about their everyday grievances to their heart's content which is very important to me since they're both the same brand of bitchy and neither have realized yet! a tragedy

SO TRUE!! I think about the bit in the extras when they play fight (flirt) it's so cute and it warms my heart when they're comfortable enough to play around like that without fear. I completely agree that they should get to bitch and moan together lol they really are the same kind of bitchy!! I noticed this when rereading the meng mo scene from vol 1, binghe's judgmental thoughts about meng mo are EXACTLY the same kind of snarky judgment we'd get from shen qingqiu. I hope someday one of them is having a long day and suddenly that bitchiness slips out when they're complaining about some idiot they had to deal with, and then they panic for a second, only to be met with SUCH delight because YES YES LET'S TALK SHIT TOGETHER.

[feroluce]

Lmfao. That was 1000% where I was goin with that ask XD. We all share the same freaks Sampard brainrot here. Gepard, the only man in Belebog to enjoy being stalked haha.

N omg, love Sampo bein a lil peepin tom. Someone asks him if he's ever got into really big trouble:

"Yeah, twice actually. Nearly had my head taken off, off-world, before."

"By the Aeons! What about the second time???"

"Looked through Gepard's window one night, quite the sight"

"..."

Gepard overhears and has a full body flush as he panics over what Sampo could have possibly seen in his bedroom, at night, that would have him freak out. Goin redder and redder.

Sampo most definitely worded it that way on purpose.

ANON, MARRY ME SKZJJZKSMDKD

Fluff is all well and good, and sometimes I even like it with these two- there have been a few fics where I felt like I could at least glimpse The Vision. But I tend to get really bored as soon as they enter into a standard romantic relationship together. Personally, I hope they remain enemies with benefits and possessive little freaks about each other for all their days.

Like Sampo is already kind of an oddball, so no one's super surprised about him. But I love the thought of Gepard seeming like A Little Guy, then suddenly skyrocketing into Oh, He's A Little Fucked Up the moment people see how he acts about Sampo haha

Sampo embarrassing Gepard on purpose is so funny though I love that JDMSKNSKSME

You just know he would drop the fact that he's familiar with Gepard's bedroom whenever possible (he has never once actually been invited into said bedroom). Like Gepard is just trying to lead a small patrol and one of them remarks that he looks tired.

"I'm fine, I just didn't sleep-"

"I'm tellin' ya Geppie, your curtains are old and thin, they're lettin' in too much light for you to sleep!"

And all of the soldiers freeze, Gepard's face glowing red as they all slooooowly look up, and see Sampo lounging on a fire escape above them like a Cheshire Cat. ☆