#this is the groundwork for what will THEM later

[sorry-i-like-romantic-fabriz]

aaaauuuUUUUUUUGGGHHHHhhhh got to the part where TBK all get their anonymous personalized gifts from Fabian and I forgot just HOW personalized they are!!!

He gets Fig a ruby guitar pick!! They literally just met Gorthalax yesterday!!!

Gorgug gets a leather axe holder with a tin flower on it! Fabian basically made that Gorgug's "symbol".

He followed through and got Adaine 45 gold pieces for the makeover she wanted to do with TBK!!

I genuinely forgot Fabian was how Kristen got her book about different religions in the world! She only just started actively looking for literature about different faiths!!

And then...what he got Riz... I'm literally gonna quote how Brennan described it:

"Riz, you find a beautiful leather bound briefcase with the initials 'TB' on the front- and inside are a bunch of beautiful, like gilded business cards that say "Riz 'The Ball' Gukgak", a-very, very small 'un' and then "licensed investigator" and your information on them. With beautiful hand done calligraphy."

Kristen says these are all of their deepest desires that tap into what they're all after. Which isn't totally true but also not far from it! Adaine says they've been given their "heart's desire"! Fabian didn't just buy them what they'd all want, he got them things they'd never think to get for themselves!

Fabian (like Fig) tries to play at being disinterested and unattached to TBK, but he can't help it! These high schoolers are weirdo freaks and they're also people he cares deeply about! So much so he's afraid it isn't mutual and they're only after his money, despite the fact none of them have shown any interest in his wealth!!!

Fabian loves The Bad Kids sooooo much and the school year isn't even over. He hasn't really had anyone outside of his family's social circle to show love to, and as soon as he gets the opportunity he throws his heart into it!!!

Fabian Aramais Seacaster, you don't need to add "Son of Bill Seacaster" to the end your name for people to desire your presence. "Fabian" is more than enough 🥺

[batsplat]

OT3: casey stoner/his neuroses/the concept of valentino rossi that mostly exists in casey’s head

y'know I have this casey stoner... idk what it is. thematic mind map (literal), let's say, that I like fiddling with and adding things to when the mood hits me. and it does always strike me just how many of his struggles during his careers and issues with the sport can in some way be linked back to the valentino rivalry

casey's sense of isolation? super valentino related. casey's feelings of cultural alienation in a paddock dominated by europeans? even when it's not really related to valentino, casey is the one linking those two things together. casey's issues with other riders not being respectful enough on track? very obviously repeatedly about valentino. casey's discomfort with the performance and entertainment-related aspects of the sport? more valentino. casey feeling treated unfairly by the manufacturers, the media, the marshals, the fans.... keeps coming back to valentino. casey's mystery illness really shouldn't be as relevant to the rivalry as it is, but somehow through this combination of public discourse and whatever comparisons casey's brain is cooking up at any moment in time... there valentino is again

one of the most charming things about valentino's feuds is that in each and every single one, both participants end up being deeply weird about each other? just keep knocking off these banger quotes about the other where you read them and go. hm. what's going on there then. I don't want to make it sound like I think casey is the worst offender with this (not when marc and valentino have their whole thing going on, bidirectionally)... but I do think he's the most susceptible to conflating his valentino issues with like... everything else that was going on in his career. to the extent where his alienation with the sport as a whole, his extreme disillusionment from everything related to motogp, really cannot be meaningfully disentangled from the valentino rivalry. at times it feels like, to casey, valentino literally is the sport. and that's the thing casey dedicated his whole life to!! which means you do inevitably end up regularly going 'wow there's a lot to unpack'. add in a dash of neuroticism...

and yeah you're so right anon!! the neuroses are what end up creating the version of valentino that mostly exists in casey's head, a version that casey is just a touch obsessed with. I always think it's interesting how aware casey is that he doesn't know valentino as a person - and to the extent casey does know him, he gets on pretty well with him... but valentino the person isn't all that relevant to him. it's valentino the character who matters - and can you even really know a character? in the end, all casey can do is rely on his own understanding of that character, as imperfect as it is. and, well, in a way casey is trapped with that character forevermore. if one man comes to embody a sport to such an extent and if that sport has been your life's work, how can you not be a little bit trapped? as he tries to make his peace with the sport and his experiences within it, so too has casey settled on a narrative of valentino that helps him make sense of it all... a very specific understanding of his rival that casey has shaped in his mind and still trots out now when he sells his own version of events to the media. casey learned from valentino, casey learned to be a little more like valentino, casey learned to fight valentino with his own tools, casey tells himself a story of that fight. he still continues to do so - and in the end he will never be entirely free of valentino

[itspileofgoodthings]

I was teaching Ophelia’s death scene this week and one of my classes spontaneously giggled when she died (because they are 16 years old and emotionally immature) and I said, in a shocked voice, “it is NOT funny” and they all insisted that it was and so I let it go but then the next day I showed them some Ophelia art, made them think about how sinister it was that her death happens offstage but is still described in such detail for the viewer, which tells us she was WATCHED but not HELPED as she died, and then played a clip from Branagh’s Hamlet of Kate Winslet singing a mourning song for her father and when I tell you how satisfying it was to hear a total and complete hush fall over the room

[metalhealth-willdriveyoumad]

It’s really really unfortunate how much racism and insensitivity there still is in a lot of rock spaces, even in some of the most surface level communities, even in a lot of the music.

I would like to imagine that everyone who’s done even a quick look into the history of early rock ‘n’ roll is more than aware that a lot of Elvis’s stuff was stolen from black musicians and he, along with other white musicians, were given heavy spotlight over black contemporaries that weren’t completely plagiarized like Little Richard. But that’s where the conversation stops for a lot of white people.

And that leaves some massive blind spots where nothing gets called out for whatever reason. Maybe white people just don’t realize. That wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe people of color are just too tired to deal with it, that also wouldn’t be earth shattering.

Regardless, it’s still harmful and leads to some really rough environments for people of color in these space. Environments where we’re having to see people you like and even respect go to bat for a group of people that are, at best, painfully unaware of the world around them.

And I don’t mean stuff from last century that’s either been apologized for or that was so standard for the time that it might not even be worth spending any time on. Some of the things bothering me at the moment happened on albums, in interviews, etc. that people I’m in community with were almost certainly alive for. And I’m not all that old.

This isn’t exclusive to spaces with all white bands or with mostly regressive beliefs. There are some lovely, mostly progressive people that can fall into this trap. I personally am in some spaces where there are a ton of people whose favorite guitarist is black or favorite singer is Mexican and Native American or favorite drummer is Cuban-American, who are fully unaware of a lot of questionable things going on with their favorite acts. Even if you think you’re immune, please just be a little more thoughtful. If something ever gives you a little pause or hits you weird, there’s probably a good reason and it wouldn’t hurt to dig into it.

I’m not going to make this about anything specific, in part because I want this to have some good versatility and I really don’t mean to call anyone out in specific. But I do think people need to be more mindful of the music they’re listening to and the conversations they’re having. It’s really minimal effort so much of the time and it does wonders for making more people more comfortable in their fandoms.

[apoptoses]

it's day three of anne's eunuch book making me absolutely feral 🥺

[grimmwulf-a]

healing magic, necromancy, and grimwalkers

healing magic as a fantasy staple has always been considered a ‘good’ magic, all the way down to staples like final fantasy writing it in as ‘white magic’ [versus the offensive/attacking based ‘black magic’]. healing magic is additionally often paired with a ‘holy’ or angelic kind of aesthetic, healers oftentimes being presented as soft, fragile, or dainty feminine characters. because of this, it wasn't usually examined further and still has a lot of missed potential imo.

foreward out of the way, all this to say healing magic scares the piss out of me as someone with a strong interest in medicine! there’s been posts made before that talk about just how horrifying the prospect of things like torn limbs, broken teeth, broken bones, etc would be if they were magically healed up in a matter of seconds. the interest of just how it’d feel coupled with the idea that, depending on the skill of the healer, nerves could also be numbed to not recognize that half your organs fell out and you’re running off sheer adrenaline and magic puppet strings. naturally, this train of thought leads to ‘well how far into extremes can this go?’

a good post that i really like that goes into a bit more detail is linked here :]

i’m not going to try and figure out the potential in-depth ethics behind how extreme healing magic can legally be taken in the boiling isles - all things considered under belos’ reign, i’d imagine there were very few limits that were ever actually imposed, if only in the sense they’d be kept under wraps and protected within the emperor’s coven. besides, the best of the best are above the law when they’re useful! accidentally break a few too many bones interrogating some wild witches? easy in-house fix.

with that in mind, the existence of the abomination magic adds some extra angles to this that interest me. this is working off the assumption abominations aren’t sentient and are only running off the whims of whatever magic initially charged their form and the magic user’s intents. because of this, it’d be easy to say that necromancy as a basic magic would fall under abomination magic’s domain, if only in the mechanic sense, not the sense that abominations [the ones we see at least] are made by specific recipes. i’m much more inclined to say that abomination magic is far closer to potion making than healing.

since necromancy doesn’t fit the function AND form of abomination magic, it wouldn’t fall under it. the only place left for it to go is under healing.

historically, i think necromancy would be frowned upon. in a world where mortal beings have this degree of free-floating power, death is a much more common place occurrence. because of this, it’d be generally more respected - people with healing magic would try their best to save you, but if you’re dead and there’s no life left to heal, that crosses into a boundary that’s outside of any respectable action. you have to properly mourn the dead, not strive for a return to how things were before.

of course in any world like the boiling isles, there are bound to be healers who do not hold that same form of respect, be it from just having the ability to Do It and acting on that skill regardless of consequence, or some altered form of respect imposed upon the dead outside of the norm. necromancy is not a solid science nor is it something done in a collective, yet knowledge of the subject is impossible to kill if it has a will to stick around. be it from obsession of a missed loved one, corpses were dragged from their graves and forced to return to life, soulless bodies puppeteered or given simple commands upon revival. they did not have many higher functions with only a rare few becoming genuine threats.

because of these rare acts, the legend of grimwalkers springs up; stories of the dead walking once again. they would be obscured creatures that wore the faces of your loved ones yet could not speak their same tongue - the details would prove to change from case to case and over time would morph into a basic but wild fantasy you’d tell your kids at night to make sure they stayed safe in bed. as time went on and society grew a bit more close knit and advanced, what would initially be called grimwalkers would instead be labeled necromancy and punished accordingly.

in the modern day, grimwalkers are considered legend [or extinct] because cases of revivals are so few and far in between - and after belos’ rise to power, they’re completely hidden from the general public if they do occur. speaking of belos-

the first few golden guards [at least before he’d get access to better tools] were. poorly made to say the least. being human and not used to channeling the degrees of magic necessary for proper necromancy, he’d have to mix and match things just to get a living specimen. results were varied. he never really fully figured it out, honestly - once the golden guards were ‘good enough’, he stopped caring. ‘grimwalkers’ as a title were placed upon them both out of lack of respect for the boiling isles’ own history and out of a refusal to view them as anything other than mindless tools.

which, uh. they weren’t mindless! due to the nature of mixing and matching various non-human and non-witch parts, these grimwalkers were more than vague duplicates of the ortet used. appearances were never perfect. voices were wrong. thought patterns were unpredictable. these grimwalkers had more than a single soul each - they had bits and pieces of many souls that were drawn and stitched together into a poor amalgamation of what belos imagined a human soul might be. this issue only compounded as more were created, some having parts that were replaced from the previous guards whenever one was needed quickly.

in essence, [faux] grimwalkers are a product of necromancy and one of the core components of healing - they’re brand new life formed in the shape of the old.

[mikesbasementbeets]

working on like 17 different motif compilation posts rn but half of them tie into each other and i can’t even begin to try analyzing what it all means….. i need to gather and sort them all like skittles first

[youngpettyqueen]

I love how much the events of ...Nor the Battle to the Strong are still affecting Jake in this novel. he cant let go of the guilt. he's terrified of acting cowardly again, and he's terrified of failing the group. since the show itself never really did anything with that episode after it happened, its nice to see it acknowledged somewhere

[lightmotif139]

Absolutely agree with you. As a kid, Narnia helped me find actual joy in Biblical truth in a way that Sunday school usually did not.

...And it still hits me pretty hard as an adult too.

Okay but I do get really tired when people rag on Narnia's Biblical parallels for being too overt. Like, yeah dude. It's written for kids. Most kids don't do subtlety. I knew my Bible better than probably 95% of third graders, and yet my parents still had to clue me in. I've talked to people who grew up secular and didn't realize Narnia was Christian until well into adulthood. The Christian parallels in Narnia are at a pretty perfect level for most kids, and the fact that we as adults continue to get new spiritual meaning from it as we grow is a real testament to the depth of Jack's writing.

[daydreamerdrew]

The Defenders (1972) #84

[yesimwriting]

thinking about bestfriend!felix who's known for being touchy within his social circle, so when he holds your hand as you walk around campus and leaves giggly kisses against your cheek, your jaw, your neck after a few drinks, you think nothing of it.

especially because it comes up in conversation from time to time. everyone that hangs out with him regularly enough has at least one story: felix smoothed circles against my back until i fell asleep on the bathroom floor after a party; he's kissed the top of my head twice; i've never seen him end a hug first.

and you've seen things--at parties, while studying, while out with friends in general. so you genuinely have no reason to think there's anything strange or different about the way he treats you, and neither does anyone else.

at first.

one night, when you're still new enough to felix and his world that you feel extremely out of place at a party that he invited you to, he calls you over to where he and his friends are sitting. you walk over to them, greeting everyone politely before moving to take the available space next to felix.

he grabs your wrist before you can actually sit. you're confused, but given little time to react. felix mumbles an absentminded, "c'mere" before pulling you towards his lap. it's a little flustering, but you sit, because that's just how felix is.

okay. normal enough. conversation continues. no one thinks twice about it. farleigh thinks it's a bit of overkill, but just assumes it's a combination of alcohol and maybe an attempt at laying the groundwork to hook up with you a little later in the night.

then, someone asks about potential vacation plans over break and farleigh brings up an inside joke from the last trip he and felix went on. it's casual, but it's clear that felix is supposed to say something.

farleigh looks over in time to see felix holding one of your hands to his lips. alright. still not the most egregious display of platonic affec--felix takes his time pressing kisses to each of your knuckles.

it's not just the gesture. it's the way felix watches your reaction through his lashes and the amount of care in his focus. as if you're the only one in the room. there's a patience there that's practically devoted.

maybe farleigh had it wrong. he thought you were just one of those platonic friends that felix would cart around for a few months before getting bored. maybe it's more romantic, or at the very least sexual.

then felix's eyebrows draw together. "you're cold." you start to say that you're fine, but before you can get the words out, felix is holding both of your hands between his.

in the beat that it takes farleigh to recover from the slightly nauseating display, the rest of the group has gone quiet. they're all watching felix dote on you like you're the reason for the moon hanging in the sky. annabel whispers something about the "unsuspecting".

farleigh eventually tries again, directly stating felix's name. he finally looks up, a little confused, as if coming out of a trance. farleigh repeats his earlier comment, finally getting a reaction from felix. the group recovers because while the moment had been almost uncomfortably intimate for something so casual, this is far from the first time felix has started (casually) seeing an 'outsider'.

some time passes and you finish your first drink. when felix notices, he asks if you want another. you tell him that you don't mind getting your own, but felix is insistent. you stand so that he can get up.

a part of you wishes you could have found an excuse to go with him. the gesture, in theory, is nice, but without felix's protection, being left with his friends feels like he's thrown you to the wolves.

annabel, a little tipsy and now curious asks, "so, how long have you and felix..." she trails off with a knowing look.

you kind of get what she's implying, but it feels like too random and too unfitting of an assumption to be accurate. "oh, we've been friends since around right after syllabus week, felix ask--"

"no," she shakes her head, "i mean--" she tries again, this time asking with precise language.

your face grows a few degrees warmer. "oh." the slight laugh that follows the syllable is too genuine for it to be you playing coy. "no, it's not--we're friends."

friends. you genuinely believe it. annabel fixes you with a tight lipped smile that makes something in your stomach knot.

you decide that her question must have been prompted by you sitting on felix's lap. you've also heard enough stories about them to assume that they have an on again off again, sort of thing, and because you really don't want to make an enemy of her, you try to justify it, "that was just--you've known him way longer, he's just like that."

oh my god. he's fooled you. completely convinced you that that's normal. before annabel can really react, felix comes back. he hands you your drink and kisses your cheek before sitting down next to you. he doesn't ask you to go back to where you were sitting before, but he does keep a hand on your knee.

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some bestfriend!reader concepts ft oliver

another bestfriend! felix blurb :)

bestfriend! felix and reader basically dating

[slorgfest]

list of things ive observed after watching tfone 2.5 times (the 0.5 was because i was speeding through looking for image proofs etc)

starting with something funny: B's cogless form has an energon compartment.

assuming that this is standard for all cogless models, it makes it especially hilarious to think that OP during the intro chase sequence either didn't think of storing his energon, or that he's just hungy enough and he's snacking as he runs

2. cameo guesswork (excluding jazz, since he was the only one that got formally mentioned and any screentime outside of main cast). has varying confidence/accuracy levels. here we go.

moonracer, prowl, perceptor (or sideswipe), ironhide, wheeljack, hound (if it is hound, at a later scene a mech of a similar frametype had a line in a fem-sounding voice), sunstreaker, arcee, red alert, and chromia (caught only because the announcer said so lmao. im more used to her darker blue paintjob like in idw and cyberverse). i think i also saw a helm that looked like drift (not deadlock, drift) but i can't really confirm.

3. bots that appeared on the iacon 5000 leaderboards but to my knowledge no screentime otherwise (can also be seen as a list of bots that are cogged and will later join the autobots, assuming the timeline will follow traditional bot/con division):

silverbolt, deadend, slingshot, cliffjumper, motormouth; powerglide, jetstorm, blurr (of course. this is his natural habitat after all); swindle and tailgate.

admittedly i found the inclusion of swindle so so funny because like?? dude i thought you'd be running the betting rings rn lol.

4. sentinel's characterization (outside of g1, i watched reruns as a kid but i don't remember them anymore) has always been either someone grossly incompetent or a menacing/suppressive force on cybertron. i thought it was interesting that they made him devious and actually kind of cunning this time around.

anyway. i also thought his paintjob was based off of tfa, but no his g1 counterpart laid the groundwork there.

they did away with the cheeto orange (goodbye cheeto orange) but the gold is striking. really gives him that image of glamor and opulence.

telesync kinda fucked up the colors but: elita's optics have a greenish hue to them, more aquamarine/cyan than the regular autobot blues that B and OP have. D's is, of course, yellow.

verging into speculation territory, i wonder if there's a reason why they gave D distinctly hexagonal optics? the yellow is pretty obvious, its easier to transition from yellow to red than blue to red. but the hexagons are very eye catching (pun intended), given how they spin around. it's not exactly something people would miss. tune in later for my Outlier/Point-One Percenter D theory

6. sentinel's guards (excluding airachnid) are kinda weird.

theyre very homogenous in shape, no individual characteristics, not even a little kibble to separate them from one another. and when they speak its very stiff, almost droning. its most certainly not an animating/funding/studio issue, given that almost all other cybertronians (even in the background) have been personalized one way or another.

so: possibly cold-constructed mechs, mass produced and onlined for the singular task of serving sentinel. think of the eradicons/vehicons from tfp, the shapes are certainly similar enough.

7. in the cave scene after the sentinel/quintesson reveal, D stomps on something, breaking it.

that's his worker's tag. all the miners have them. pictured: D's, OP's, and jazz's. elita and B all have their own tags too.

what i found most interesting though, that directly after the sentinel surface encounter, D crushes his (as said before), B and elita remove theirs (it left a faint indent on B, which begs the question how old he actually is and how long has he been working, exactly?), but OP keeps his tag on.

(continuing in a rb, ive hit image limit lmao)

[maybankswhore]

mastermind , xavier thorpe.

pairings: xavier thorpe x reader

“what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first time you saw me , nothing was gonna stop me?”

“what if i told you i’m a mastermind? and now you’re all mine , it was all by design.”

summary: xavier knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you— and he always made sure to get the things he wanted.

Xavier remembered the first time he saw you.

You were wearing your favorite outfit , one he had seen you wear plenty of times now , and you were clutching a stuffed animal in one arm and holding cotton candy in the other. With a bubbly smile on your face , you followed around your friends , soaking in the scenery of the carnival and grinning ear to ear. ( You really loved carnivals. )

He hadn’t seen you before. You didn’t go to Nevermore , and he wasn’t too fond of Normies. But there was something about you that seemed so different. It sounded cliche , but something clicked inside of him when he first saw you. You were beautiful , and you looked so sweet and innocent. He wanted to know you , who you were , what you liked. He wanted you to think he was just as attractive as he saw you. God , did he want you.

With his hands stuffed in his pockets , he huffed when you strolled on out of sight. The carnival was packed and he knew he’d look weird just watching around for you the entire time. He also knew , he didn’t want to approach you in front of your friends. He wasn’t particularly fond of them— just you.

He tried getting the image of you out of his head. It was just one girl , he kept telling themself. There’s more out there , don’t bother.

He played a couple games with Ajax , chatted with Wednesday , and still nothing turned his head the way you did. Nothing interested him enough to want to stop thinking about you.

“Bro you’re hot.” Ajax scoffed. Xavier bashfully admitted to him what his problem was after looking so irritated that past thirty minutes. “You make art come to life. Literally.”

“Okay and what if she’s like a super cunt who only dates guys like Tyler Galpin?” He borderline whined , hating that he cared so much.

“Then she’s a cunt so why would you wanna be with her still?” Ajax pointed out.

Xavier nodded , knowing Ajax was right. Maybe he was scared of finding that out— having the already made image of you tainted by a scornful tongue or an upturned nose.

“She seems to like Enid.” Ajax cut in , nodding over towards the blonde talking excitedly to you. You talked to her grinning , showing her the piece of jewelry Enid complimented you on.

Xavier watched the two of you closely , his eyes lightening up as Enid handed you her phone. He silently prayed you were exchanging socials instead of numbers , so he’d be able to find you later.

When you turned your phone around , showing Enid you had followed her , Xavier grinned excitedly.

“Gotcha.”

“what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me , i knew i wanted your body? i laid down the groundwork and just like clockwork the dominos cascaded down the line.”

That night Xavier laid in his bed and searched up Enid’s Instagram. Social media wasn’t really his ‘thing’ but he had an account just to be nosey every now and again— and luckily , it came in handy.

He wasted no time in searching through Enid’s followers until he found you. It took him about twenty different people , but then , finally , your profile picture was a photo of you in the woods. A huge smile on your face as you stood there with your arms wide open , eyes screwed shut.

Shamelessly , Xavier stalked you as far as your Instagram would go. He was in awe at your photos , how artistic some of them were compared to the pretty selfie’s you’d take. There wasn’t any sign of another significant other in your life , which made a proud smirk appear on his face.

He followed you , and turned his phone , ignoring the excitement bubbling in his stomach.

Then the next morning , as soon as he woke up , he saw you had followed him back. And he smiled.

The next time he saw Enid , he grabbed her arm and pulled her off to the side , stuffing his hands in his pocket nervously. “So. . .”

“You wanna know about Y/N.” Enid cut to the chase. “Ajax ratted you out to me last night! He said you couldn’t stop talking about her. Xavier that is so cute! You guys would be the perfect couple.”

Xavier made a mental note to tell Ajax about his blabber mouth as he flushed , rolling his eyes. “Calm down. I just wanna know if , you know , she’d—”

“She’s not like the rest of them , I promise.” Enid cut him off excitedly again. “In fact! She’s sneaking in me and Wednesday’s dorm tonight.” She smiled proudly , “you and Ajax should come by.”

Xavier smirked. “You know , I’m surprised at how little work I’ve had to do to score this.” He admitted , thinking he’d have to go on the wild hunt to find you somewhere’s in town.

“Maybe you’re not the one trying to score.”

“you knew i was a mastermind and you’re mine , and all you did was smile. ’cause i’m a mastermind.”

Enid was finishing up your hair as you checked it subconsciously in the mirror. “And he asked me about you?” You already heard the story a million times , you just wanted to hear it again.

You were practically leaping with joy when Xavier had asked to follow you. You caught his attention. Finally. You wore your favorite outfit , ran around the entire carnival looking silly , just hoping he’d come up to you.

You were a bit disappointed when he didn’t , but when Enid texted you saying Xavier was asking her about you— you were ecstatic.

Wednesday rolled her eyes at the same question she’d been hearing for the past hour. “Do you suffer from short term memory loss?”

“I just don’t want to assume he’s into me but really I’m just being delusional.”

“Didn’t you say he followed you.” Enid tried easing your overthinking.

“Yeah but—”

“Which means he was looking for it because he didn’t know your name before!” Enid clapped excitedly. “I love love.”

“Love makes me want to operate on myself while I’m wide awake.”

Wednesday’s comment was left uncommented on because a knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

Your stomach was in knots and Enid gave you an encouraging smile as she went to open the door. You immediately felt shy , unsure of what to do or say.

“Y/N’s already here!” She almost squealed , moving away to let them walk in.

Xavier’s eyes immediately fell onto you. You sat on Enid’s bed , with your hands in your lap for comfort. The way you looked at him made him grin , nodding up at you. “Gonna introduce me , Enid?”

Enid giggled and you stood up , smoothing down your clothes and walking up to him.

“Don’t you know her already?” Wednesday’s monotonous voice spoke up. “You followed her Instagram.” She said simply , not looking up from her place on her own bed , reading.

Xavier’s cheeks went red with embarrassment as Enid giggled and Ajax laughed. You even chuckled a bit , finding his red cheeks and the way he scratched the back of his neck endearing.

“Well yeah but—”

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced.

“So it seems.” Xavier laughed. “In the flesh.”

You were two caught up in his big green eyes to answer. His face was definitely something to look at. Every feature just fit him perfectly , his voice and demeanor. You were smitten.

“I think me and Y/N are gonna go off on our own.” Xavier told the others without looking away from you , his heart beating so fast.

“Already?” Enid whined. “You just got here.”

Xavier looked at you questionably , cocking his head to the side with a smirk.

“Yeah–” you broke the stare to glance towards Enid briefly with a sympathetic smile. “We can all meet up later?”

“God , I hate teenagers.”

[morbidology]

Born on September 1, 1966, in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, Anatoly Moskvin was a respected historian and linguist, fluent in 13 languages and author of several scholarly works. However, beneath his scholarly exterior lay a dark obsession that would horrify a nation and earn him the moniker "the Dollmaker."

Moskvin's fascination with death and cemeteries began at a young age. He recounted a childhood experience where he was forced to kiss the face of a deceased girl during a funeral. This incident, coupled with his lifelong interest in the occult and local burial rituals, laid the groundwork for his later activities. For years, he roamed cemeteries, documenting the graves and gathering extensive knowledge about the deceased.

This seemingly harmless hobby took a grim turn in 2011, when police searched his apartment. In what was initially a routine investigation into the desecration of local graves, police uncovered a scene straight out of a horror film. Moskvin had exhumed the bodies of at least 26 girls, aged between 3 and 15, and brought them home.

Moskvin meticulously mummified the bodies using a combination of salt and baking soda, and then dressed them up to resemble life-sized dolls. He dressed them in elaborate outfits, including stockings and gloves, and applied makeup to their faces. In some instances, he inserted music boxes into their rib cages and fashioned buttons over their eyes to give them a doll-like appearance. The bodies were positioned throughout his home, seated on shelves and sofas, creating a grotesque parody of domestic life.

When questioned by police, Moskvin revealed that his actions were driven by a twisted desire to create a "family" of his own. He claimed that he felt a spiritual connection to the dead girls and believed that he could bring them back to life through his efforts. His parents, who lived with him, were unaware of the true nature of his "doll" collection, believing them to be large, handmade dolls and nothing more.

Moskvin's arrest and the subsequent media coverage sent shockwaves through Russia and the international community. His trial was a complex affair, complicated by assessments of his mental health. In 2012, he was declared unfit to stand trial due to paranoid schizophrenia and was committed to a psychiatric hospital. As of 2024 , he remains under psychiatric care, with periodic evaluations to determine if he is fit to be released.

[neyafromfrance95]

galadriel & sauron vs. morgoth theory + trop.

we all love the theory that sauron and galadriel would eventually fight side by side against morgoth.

if u think about it, trop is a perfect groundwork for this theory.

in trop, it is implied that sauron and galadriel meet by eru's design and their connection is destined. but why?

sure, galadriel has a hand in sauron's defeat, but so do many others. why does galadriel and sauron's relationship have to be so special and significant on the cosmic scales, above everything else?

in lotr, galadriel passes the test by the end of the 3rd age. she outgrows her pride and selfish need to rule without sharing her power with anyone and determination to rule the middle-earth even if it means becoming a terrible tyrant.

but it's interesting how later frodo sees galadriel through her phial's light:

“frodo took the phial, and for a moment as it shone between them, he saw her again standing like a queen, great and beautiful, but no longer terrible. he bowed, but found no words to say.”

i wonder if this is a subtle implication that galadriel has finally became worthy of succeeding her father one day. her father is the high king of the elves in valinor, and while he has sons, no one is as great as galadriel. tolkien himself commented on galadriel's commanding stature in valinor - "the equal if not unlike in endowments of fëanor." and "(galadriel) being mighty among the eldar, obtained this grace (entering valinor) for him (gimli)."

it has been generally agreed upon that since tolkien wrote several versions of it, galadriel’s story is convoluted, contradictory and inconsistent. but one thing has always remained at the core of her characterization - she is a politician who desires to be a leader. so ofc she would still be a politician in valinor, but it's interesting to imagine she would become a queen after outgrowing her greed and her time in the middle-earth was a neccessary test to shape her into a perfect leader.

considering trop canon, it can be said that even after everything, if sauron was to repent, galadriel would be the one to vouch for him or bring him up in a conversation regarding the battle against morgoth (and the first of all valinor to march to fight again).

another thing to note is that now, the only connection to the physical world sauron would have after the destruction of the one ring is galadriel's scar that binds them by blood! they have been bound by the sea, their admission of cosmic connection, nenya, and their souls are basically merged.

trop interestingly underlines the undertones of galadriel and sauron's comparability - they are mirrors that represent the light and the dark, but also galadriel is a natural born leader and sauron is a natural born follower. underneath sauron's desire to possess her, is the desire to serve and worship her as his queen!

and more importantly, his repentant phase in the show was when he was following her, when his presence actually was healing for galadriel.

so what does all of this have to do with haladriel vs. morgoth theory and how trop lays a groundwork for it?

galadriel's authority in valinor, sauron being bound to her, and galadriel being the one who makes sauron actually go back to his maiar purpose that valar ordained - the one who provides servitude and healing, all of this would make galadriel the perfect candidate to bring back sauron and make the valar consider his repentance.

as for sauron, by then, he would have enough time to get humbled and face what he knows subconsciously - he was meant to serve the light of his leader, not some silly ass rings. and by then, as we said, galadriel would have became even more perfect of a leader, maybe closer to how sauron saw her - a queen for all, a perfect antidote to morgoth. (and having outgrown her pride, galadriel would be able to admit her love and be by sauron's side as well.)

sauron says that after morgoth was defeated, he could feel the light of the one (eru) again and he knew if he ever was to be forgiven, he needed to heal everything he had helped ruin. he comes to see that light in galadriel. by helping her, he gets to receive "forgiveness" from the one he helped ruin ("i'm sorry for your brother, for everything" -> "whatever you did, be free of it"). he tells her that he never believed he could be free of it (morgoth's darkness) until fighting by her side (following her lead, serving her, healing her) and he wishes to bind that feeling (of being bound to galadriel's light) to his very being. and his subconscious screams at him that nothing he does will ever give him what he wants unless it's galadriel by his side, unless it's her light he worships ("your beauty still overshadows everything i could possibly write" ->"worship the light of its queen").

his repentance is tightly intertwined with his bond with galadriel and him coveting her light. he believes that he can be free of his bond to morgoth's darkness if he binds himself to galadriel's light instead. it's just that he can only truly repent if being bound to her light happens on *her* terms. in that case, they can be the force of the good together, pulling each other back from the darkness.

(it is interesting how in sauron's vision, his crown disappears once it's aligned with the sun, as if galadriel's light destroys it. girlboss taming her malewife but make it epic.)

whatever it is, i need one of u haladriels to adapt this theory on screen one day in the future.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Scenes

A great scene generally strives to achieve at least 1 of 5 objectives:

Advance the plot

Create or show conflict

Develop a character

Establish or build upon the setting

Lay the groundwork for later events

Each scene should have at least 1 of the above checked, but the first two are probably the most important.

If there aren’t enough scenes that push the plot forward, the audience may feel like nothing is happening. If there’s not enough conflict, the story can get boring.

If you’re not sure if your scene is doing enough, try to write down a goal for it. Every scene has one, whether you made it consciously or not. Then identify which objectives align with your goal.

Explicitly stating what you want to do with the scene and focusing on the objectives will help you craft it with purpose. Approaching the story this way will help you get a better sense of how the scene functions in the overarching plot.

Also keep in mind that even though you might have a clear sense of the scene’s goal, your audience may not. There’s a fine line between over- and under-explaining. See if you can get somebody else to read your story and see if their interpretation aligns with your intent.

Scenes are closely tied to the characters in them, so another great question to ask yourself about a scene is: “what are those characters trying to accomplish right now,” and “why does it have to happen now?”

Finally, if you’re still having trouble finding the scene’s goal, maybe you don’t need the scene? Or maybe you need to try to approach it another way. Much of writing is in the editing and re-writing of a story. Or, do you really need that scene?

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