#this is a stream of consciousness

[grouchythefish]

Listen listen to me, the fact that you could take a game like borderlands and make a point and click adventure out of it and have that point and click adventure go on to not only be critically acclaimed and beloved but ALSO introduce an entire new group of people to the franchise who otherwise would not have given it a second look PROVES definitively that there's potential in the world building and narrative for genuine story telling that doesn't need the structure of a looter shooter to support interest in it AND doesn't require prior knowledge of the franchise to be enjoyable. There is already story potential in the canon to make works that people will care about. The failure of the borderlands movie was not inevitable, they could have made something really good if they just approached it from an angle that acknowledges this is a world that already exists and is beloved instead of throwing it all away to make a completely different story in the most lazy and uninspired way possible with so little attention to detail that they forget by the end of the movie that they've never used the word "Siren" throughout the entire movie so Tannis calls Lilith a siren at the very end of the movie with absolutely zero context or explanation. Your movie looks like it was made by AI in the worst possible way because it looks like nobody involved gave a shit about what they were making and it didn't deserve that.

[cut-catches]

there’s so many sets of 2 and themes of opposites and light vs dark in eternal, and based on what we’ve seen of sexy in the air and horizon, i wonder if the theme between those two will be earth vs sky. and then knowing taemin, if that will further delve into hell vs heaven references. ooh or maybe creation (and downfall) vs resurrection? since the sexy in the air preview had all the creation of adam references

[now-that-i-saw-you]

During season 1 of Succession I really wanted Kendall to win and I was so sure he would dethrone Logan, but then the no-confidence vote happened and his father won. Then, Kendall was going to sue Logan and I thought that this is it. But with losing the battle and Logan putting out stories that his son's relapsed and Rava doubting Kendall, he did relapse. And his father was right there to catch him when he fell. He doesn't even allow him to get properly sober, he sends Kendall off for two days and then calls him up again when needed. And I'm watching all this going down and I just really, really want Kendall to step away from his father.

And then comes Shiv. Shiv who starts working with her father's enemy, partly because she's upset with him. So Logan tells her he'll name her his successor, so all's well. But after it he just strings her along. He refuses to publicly announce her as a successor, so much that he's willing to lose a deal just to not announce his daughter as a successor. And again, I really want Shiv to leave Logan but she never does.

None of them do! They all hate him but are so eager to please him and so eager for his power. I skimmed over an article that talked about how all Roy children know deep down they'll never live up to their father's legacy and that's just it. Logan always gets the upper hand and I'm wondering how much is actual cleverness and how much is merely luck. I wonder if Logan is aware of what he's doing to his children, this pushing and pulling.

But with mistreating his children he condemned them to never be as good as him and tear down the company. They're constantly squabbling each other and sabotaging the company. He'd made them enemies and their internal wars are ruining his empire.

[o-wild-west-wind]

The more I think about it, I actually REALLY like the choice in the Wicked movie to alter Elphaba and Fiyero’s introduction and to switch Avaric (I think?) from a human to a sentient Horse—because it adds the tiiiiniest bit of insight and foreshadowing into Fiyero’s character and his subsequent relationship with Elphaba.

Not only does it soften their introduction, but it also establishes him as someone who—while clearly seeing himself as superior in terms of rank—still views Animals as fellow people. He and the Horse have banter and camaraderie, and Fiyero explicitly uses “we” instead of “I.” He makes it clear that they’re both fully present with Elphaba in the scene.

That helps fill in the arguable plot hole of why Elphaba spares him (and not also Glinda) in the lion cub scene—he’s already established as someone who respects Animal autonomy in at least some capacity, and who she can reasonably trust to “get” the problem with Animal subjugation (something that Glinda, while just having proven her empathy for Elphaba specifically, hasn’t genuinely shown herself to understand yet). IMO, it subtly helps establish Elphaba and Fiyero’s relationship as one borne of political allyship (something that was really only subtextual in the stage show)—which is also part of why Glinda’s relationships with the both of them are tragically and inextricably doomed by the narrative.

anyway. we stan one (1) woke bisexual winkie prince

[prettybbychim]

what if i just mashed two of the biggest interests of my lifetime and said

genshin x maze runner au

there’s so many genshin characters to choose from that u could fill out Group A and B lmao

immediate reaction is to put aether as thomas and lumine as teresa (disregarding the romance subplot ofc)

But i can argue paimon as teresa bc paimon is Sus Af and istg knows more than she’s letting on (tho it can be argued she has little to no memory in current timeline but i digress) and it’s hinted at time and time again that she is going to betray the traveler in the future (looking at you Teresa The Betrayer lmao)

but also (in one version of the game that is), lumine seemingly betrays aether to join the dark side lol

both are good i think depending on how the plot plays at out, u know

or maybe paimon is chuck 🥴

group A is the boys, group B is the girls

i need to sit and think about who would fit who on the boys side but my gut reaction is to say navia as sonya

it’d be interesting to pick from the whole pot and have interactions between characters that we may never actually see in game (that’s what fiction is for after all hehe)

bc u can easily just choose, say, the sumeru game and assign roles from there

but like thoma as frypan and scara as gally and idk tighnari as newt and fuck man idk zhongli as alby or smth

it’s a wacky cast and that can be really fun lmao

[violet-yimlat]

“Hey dad, Have you ever fucked up do badly that you turned into a demon?”

No, that’s no good.

Of course he has. That’s sort of his whole personality.

“Eyyy pops. I done goofed up and now I do be the broken, the beaten and the damned”

What the fuck even was that. And was that a My Chemical Romance reference?

“Father, I regret to inform you that that I-“

That I what?

“-have been following in your footsteps in the worst possible way”

No.

“-tried to summon a demon but I messed up and turned into one”

No.

“-need help because, you see, I did this thing”

No.

New idea. Play him a song. One of these boxes must have- yes. A ukulele.

Black Veil Brides is always good.

Goodbye Agony makes sense. I wince as I recall how the word “goodbye” came from a monk who got very confused and forgot what GBWY meant.

“Heaven's gone, the battle's

won

I had to say goodbye

Lived and learned from every fable

Written by your mind

And I wonder how to move on From all had inside

Place my gun upon the table

In blood I draw the line

I've given all my pride

Living a life of misery

Always there, just underneath Haunting me, quietly alone It's killing me, killing me Dead and gone, what's done is done

You were all I had become

I'm letting go of what I once believed

So goodbye agony…”

… But I don’t even play the ukulele. And singing without a backing track is even more embarrassing. Why do I even have that ukulele? It sometimes feels like my room is just supplying me with whatever fits the gag. Even if the joke’s at my expense.

Maybe I should just tell him…

Or write him a letter.

It could be one word and my signature. Just run into his room and leave it there.

“Human’t. love Violet”.

Or I could lie. There was no magical accident. Screaming? What screaming? My rooms smells of blood and smoke and incense because I was sacrificing an animal so that I have extra innocent blood for when I need it. If it needs to be fresh, logically, keeping it in the fridge should work. The incense was to mask the smell.

But…

Well look at me.

Illusions shouldn’t be too hard.

Cloaking. Camouflage. Smoke and mirrors.

I light a candle. It burns with little smoke. Not good enough. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to sacrifice one of my cool sticks. I put the wood in the metal lid of a Soap and Glory gift set I got last year for Chr- That word catches in my mouth.

I light the fire.

I look around the room, finding a small shard of broken mirror on a deep shelf, just to the right of books and my makeup bag and pens and lots of other random shit. The room is a mess, as always.

I don’t exactly know what I’m doing but this makes sense.

Holding my hands over the smoke, I use the shard of mirror to cut my finger. A few drops of blood drip into the fire.

The sharp claws that had appeared last night seem to vanish.

I flinch and drop the mirror in the fire.

They come back.

I open the window of my room. I wrap one of my hands, the left one, the one I cut, in a towel, and pick up the fire.

I take the rest of the cup of water from last night in my right hand.

I carry both to the window and extinguish the fire, water overflowing from the shallow dish.

I carefully pick out the piece of mirror.

The claws become invisible again.

I seem to have created a talisman.

I grip it and look at myself. I can still feel them, but the wings and tail seem to have disappeared.

I look in the full length mirror on the wall.

They still seem to be visible. Odd.

I am going to have to avoid mirrors.

It’s probably the silver. That’s apparently why vampires can’t see themselves. Silver is a symbol of purity. Dad probably doesn’t know that.

If he’d been any cheaper or simply gone to IKEA, I’d probably look normal.

So I open the selfie camera on my phone. Good. Blue eyes.

I put the shard in my pocket.

Red eyes.

Ok. So it doesn’t work unless if there’s anything between it and my skin.

I put it on the floor and hover my hand over it.

I conclude that it’s effective from a distance of about two inches.

I’ll make a necklace then.

I’m good at crafts.

Nobody ever has to know.

… But will Abby tell him? Or would Uriel?

No. I don’t think Uriel would. Those two can’t stand each other.

But Abby? Is she the kind to keep secrets? She kept Uriel from dad, but Uriel was never a threat. I could be dangerous. I don’t want to hurt anyone but…

Dark magic has consequences.

Well, I’ll just do what the imaginary dark magic users I made up do. Use illusions, and lie about my mental and physical health :3

[panopticonsys]

when a joke takes a while to hit call that a jestational period

[yameoto]

being caitlyn's pretty lil cumdump

tw; overstimulation, breeding kink, spitplay, cumplay, girlcock, she sucks her cum out of your cunt and spits it back in your mouth to make room for another load, cumdump

caitlyn who is fucking in and out of your hole until your thighs are on fire and your cunt is numb and seeping out milky white because you're not physically capable of holding anymore. because cum is pulsing endlessly out of you like goop and gushing a river into the bedsheets and when she can't fuck it back into you anymore because it keeps flooding out the base of her cock. caitlyn gets sick of it. growling and biting into your skin in frustration because why can't you take more? gods know she has more to give. she has needs. for example, the need to fuck you till her balls are wrung dry and you're so full of her til your head is empty your words are gibberish and you can't even feel the thrusts of her cock anymore.

so she's wrenching her cock out and licking hot back down your abdomen, kissing down the taut stretch of your swollen belly and descending on your loose pussy as you cry and thrash and squirm upwards helplessly because you've been fucked and filled to the point where there's nothing you can feel but her fingers and her tongue and the phantom slam of her cock. so empty-headed you barely even realise it when she's sucking her own cum out of your cunt to make room for another load because she doesn't give a shit what your body is telling her or what mewls are coming out of your mouth say. you're not done til she says so. caitlyn's yanking you by the neck for an open-mouthed kiss and spitting her own cum back into your mouth. loves the way it pools in your mouth and you jerk to gulp it in before to choke. loves the way you look, only the whites of your eyes showing as your pupils flutter furiously at the edge of your lids like they’re jammed, like your body is stuttering, like it can't even process what she’s putting it through. how your cheeks and chin are coated with the thick mixture of her cum and saliva and she croons, back arching when she shoves herself back in again. makes it just in time for her to add another hot creamy burst into the mess in your tummy. and your leaking pussy slurps her up so eagerly. so greedily, still, because she’s fucked you so warm and full and stupid it feels wrong to be anything else but caitlyn's pretty little cumdump.

[slushglow]

the price of your mercy

[zinepunk]

Some thoughts on the end of arcane season 2:

Wow that was even gayer than expected /pos

Episode 7 was damn incredible. Everything I ever wanted from this show, especially with the “what could have been” themes

I know I wasn’t supposed to find it funny but I cracked tf up every time the alternate realities switched. Like it’d go from Ekko on a date in ideal Zaun being like “nooo I HATE parties :(“ to Jayce GOING THROUGH IT eating raw meat alone in a cave lmaoooo

TimeBomb canon letsgoooooo

GAY SEX???? GAYY??? SEX?!?!?!?

IN A JAIL CELL FOR SOME REASON???? I mean slay ig??

Side note I had a dream that Vi and Caitlyn had sex but woke up and was like damn too bad they’ll never do that in canon. I’m a prophet 😎

Mel’s character design somehow got even better and I love that for her (rip about the mommy issues tho)

Also what was up with Skye being savage as hell? Viktor being like “I’ll miss our talks” and her being like “no you won’t” Tf???!?

Ekko slayed this season but what’s new

Ekko putting Jinx on a suicide watch by rewinding time every time she killed herself was funny as hell ngl. Speaking as someone who’s been monitored 24/7 for that exact reason

I wanna know what the hell Ekko said to Jinx to convince her to not only not die but also save everyone cuz I feel like we missed some steps

Look I know JayVik didn’t become OFFICIALLY canon like the others but that confession was gay as hell. They’re canon to me idc

The reveal that the mage who saved Jayce as a kid was Viktor all along?? Side note, my dad actually predicted that by accident because he couldn’t remember who was who so yay dad

I know this isn’t important whatsoever but VIKTOR WITH A BEARD CAN GET IT

Jinx’s new hair is really growing on me but unfortunately it only lasted like 30 mins

I can’t believe jinx fucking died. I seriously didn’t think they’d kill off one of the main characters

Also did Jayce and Viktor die? That was super unclear like where did they go??

I feel like Vi and Sevika really got the short end of the stick with this ending since both of them had at least two found families EACH die off completely

Anyway in summary I LOVED the ending and the little seeds it planted for future spin offs. Once again I watched the whole thing jaw dropped. I kept thinking “wouldn’t it be crazy if they did xyz? But they wouldn’t do thaaaat” and then they FUCKING DID IT. 10/10 show, ended as beautifully as I’d hoped.

[ms-scarletwings]

I always loved this specific expression of his for no particular reason it’s just so effing funny

It’s the most little cartoon guy face. Everything and nothing is going on in that head at the same time.

[plounce]

why was bashir a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century? like dude it's fine you can relax. actually wait the tense here is kinda funny. i used past tense because ds9 is from the 90s and i watched it in 2021 so in both cases it's from the past in my view. but when talking about a text you speak in the present: why IS bashir a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century? but the statement is half about how ds9 takes place in the scifi future: why WILL bashir be a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century?

[toolusingmammalgirl]

[soullistrations]

the thing about haikyuu is it’s a love story. but it’s everybody’s love story. it’s asahi saying, “when have my friends ever been a burden,” and kageyama saying, “with me you’re invincible,” and the neighborhood association laughing about him saying that and then putting hours and hours into teaching and supporting these kids who love the same sport they do, and it’s kenma saying, “thank you for getting me into volleyball,” and it’s hinata screaming with joy because his friend is having fun, and it’s tsukishima learning to give his all to something even if there’s more risk in actually caring, and it’s in kageyama and hinata counting and counting and counting their victories and defeats, and it’s in kita telling his team he’s proud of them, and it’s in kageyama saying he wished he could have gone further with this team, and it’s in shimizu stumbling through a simple good luck speech, and it’s in coach ukai reminding his kids to eat well, and it’s in. everything. i could pull a hundred more love stories from these characters but it’s just. it’s in everything.

[ubepan]

chilchuck gap moe this ep btw. he looked up at laios with big googoo eyes i Had to pause the ep. a middle-aged grown ass man wht are u doing looking at another man like he has the world in his eyes. you are divorced with three kids dude

i think im unwell

[jesuistrestriste]

you make art put on a skirt for the halloween party.

one that’s white and frilly and just barely covering him up; one that makes him compulsively pull down on the bottom of it to conceal himself everytime he has to talk to someone. fumbling with his red solo cup as he prays that whoever he’s in conversation with thinks it’s a joke.

and people do.

when you two walk through the front door of the house party, all of his fellow tennis players burst into laughter and rush up to him. they clap him on the back and tug on his pearl-covered corset. they put their hands all over his body; someone even manages to give him a playful slap on his ass. he feels like a piece of meat.

art’s dressed as an angel, while you’re dressed as the devil. fitting, he had thought when you helped him with his thigh-highs. he didn’t want to admit that you encouraging forcing him to dress so.. femininely.. made him feel hot under the collar. not to mention the grabby touches from his stanford tennis team buddies. it was all too much.

so the night goes on, and he sticks close to your side. one hand holding yours nearly 24/7 so he doesn’t lose you.

he gets more laughs here and there when new people arrive and see his costume. they, like everyone else, assume it’s some sort of gag he’s doing. or, at the very least, a humiliation ritual that you’re subjecting him to for some reason. art drinks cupful and cupful of the nasty, syrupy party punch to dull the weird warmth brewing in the pit of his stomach.

the party dies down and art is wasted.

like, completely gone.

while you’re in the middle of a heated debate with one of your friends about whether or not the guy she’s dating is worthy of approval, art presses his hips into the back of your body and mouths at your neck. it’s slow and a little sloppy, and then you realize you have to be on caretaker duty for the rest of the evening.

but then he kisses your jaw with more intention, his hips absentmindedly rolling against you from behind. you pull him away by his wrist before your friend has a chance to realize what he’s doing.

you drag him into the bathroom and shut the door, turning to look at him. he looks like a drunk college chick. costume slipping, tights somehow ripped, cheeks flushed, hair messed up in the most slutty way. and he’s managed to lose his halo headband somewhere.

he pushes you backwards to the toilet and you ungracefully fall back onto the toilet seat cover with a hard thump. you frown up at him and shake your head.

“art,” you hum, “babe, youre- god, when did you drink so much? i don’t even—“

he cuts you off by slowly climbing into your lap. his skirt rides up his thighs, milky skin being revealed as the fabric lifts. he whimpers.

“please..”

your hands instinctively come up to his waist, cupping it and playing with the dangling string holding together the back of his top. he shivers and blinks slowly.

“i.. i jus’ want you to touch me,” he breathes out, slurring the whole way, “please touch me..”

he takes one of your wrists and guides your hand up his skirt. you’re surprised when you feel how fucking hard he is inside the lacy panties you tucked his cock into before you both left for the night.

“im so fucking horny,” he gasps, “i don’t know.. dunno why ‘m so.. im leaking already, please-“

you grope him over the fabric and he keens, his chest falling forward to press against yours before he swallows thickly and his jaw goes slack. you feel him throbbing in your palm.

he turns his head so that his lips are right by your ear, and then one of his arms reaches around to wrap around your lower back. his blonde curls are starting to stick to his forehead.

“please… please jus’ play with me…”

he cums over your fingers after just ten strokes.

you make him walk home with you as the remnants of it drips down his thighs.