#tone whiplash

[cosmo-production]

the samus cameo in kirby dreamland 3 is a tone whiplash in both a halirous way and scary way

samus this traumatized yet stone-cold bounty hunter who, trough trail and tribulations, has defeated multiple apex predators and beat two different plagues that threaten to take over the entire galaxy, both of which were sentient one them was half symbiote, half zombie plauge and the other was invasion of the body snatchers.

was taken in by race of wise sages like aliens after her parents were murderd by space pirates only for that same alien race to destroyed by the Metroid so she had her whole family die TWICE, when she was just seconds away from revenge the last metroid imprinted on her (after samus killed its actually parent btw) so she learned to empathize with it,only for THAT LITTE GUY TO DIE TOO!

THIS SAME WOMAN HAS KIRBY ON HER CONTACTS LIST!

(and I will forever hc them as drinking buddies just for the comedy of it)

And don't get me started on the implications of humans in the kirby universe

[thehumanarkle]

On it's own, I actually enjoyed this B-plot, but man was putting in the AIDS allegory episode was an odd choice. The tone whiplash between the A and B plots is enough to make you need a neckbrace afterwards. This scene was funny, it was just in the wrong episode.

Star Trek: Enterprise // S02E14: Stigma

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.

This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.

This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.

But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.

I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.

I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.

I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.

I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.

[beabubb]

we found out from recent citizen letters that theres a garden in DEMA with yellow flowers and i got the most devastating revelation

[andaniellight]

GREETING US WITH TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF????????????? 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻i need to mentally prepare myself for what's going to come

[cwrcent]

﹙ ﹚.. Pretty in black or white?

Who needs a lover when you have yourself to love?

…. ,.. .𒇤… : @awwriri

[waitineedaname]

"svsss is a comedy"

svsss: [incredibly graphic descriptions of torture, violence, and body horror]

[gardenoflupins]

Angel/Demon AU / @wolfstarmicrofic / 989 words

CW: sexual content, drugs & alcohol

Remus points a blessed sword against the side of the demon’s throat, eyes narrowed in his direction. He feels Minerva McGonagall’s divine energy as she apparates beside Remus.

“Leave her alone,” he warns in a low voice.

The demon, Sirius, slowly turns around with raised brows. Both Minerva and Remus scowl at him. Sirius had always been a threat to them. Always found a way to corrupt humans, especially the ones assigned to specific angels.

He always got his way.

“She isn’t doing anything she doesn’t want to,” he replies, unbothered about the divine beings in front of him. You’d need to be a major nuisance to have not one, but two angels corner you. And yet, he was indifferent.

Minerva steps forward, quiet and lethal. “You are encouraging a range of unhealthy activities. Drinking, drugs, luring her to this…” she scrunches her nose at the club they were standing outside of.

Sirius grins as if they’re all sharing a mutual joke. “I know, isn’t it fun?”

Minerva looks down her nose at him like he is nothing but filth. “She is under our guidance.”

“Is she?” Sirius asks innocently.

Marlene McKinnon stumbles out of the club in that moment, bottle in hand as she sings out of key. Remus doesn’t need to check to feel the drugs in her system.

Minerva thins her lips. They had lost another one. If there was one thing Remus knew very well, it was that angels were not as forgiving as humans made them out to be.

Remus redirects his sword so it’s right under Sirius’s chin, almost touching him before Sirius flinches away. Blessed weapons had the ability to injure a demon painfully. “You turn them all like you. You ruin everything good. Nothing thrives in your presence. You are a leach,” Remus hisses.

Sirius’s eyes flash in warning. “Careful, angel. Don’t forget I’m not above tearing the wings off your back.”

Minerva tenses and Remus can see her calculating. He knows she is thinking about killing him. He also knows that they’re both aware that they can’t. Not when Sirius belongs to a dangerous family. Killing him would cause a chain of events they didn’t want to deal with.

This is why Remus had come. To make sure someone didn’t die.

Another woman walks out of the club and makes her way to Marlene. Remus watches as she pulls her in for an embrace. Marlene grins up at her before leaning in for a deep kiss.

Minerva’s wings ruffle in agitation at the display.

A tremor goes through Remus’s own, for reasons other than annoyance.

“We will guide her back,” Minerva cautions, wings pulled tight. “Outside of drugs, you have nothing. You are nothing. She will come to the same realisation.”

Sirius glowers at her then directs it to Remus. “What makes you think I won’t torture him. He’s also nothing. There’d hardly be a consequence.”

That much was true. Minerva was more like Remus’s… mentor. She was a higher up. He was, well, replaceable.

She gives him a deadpan look. “I’ll kill you.”

With that, she disapparates.

Remus watches Sirius with stiff shoulders, feathers ruffling from anticipation. They stare at each other, both bracing for bloodshed.

They wait and wait and Remus realises no other angel is coming.

Sirius seems to realise it too.

He is on Remus in a second, hand on Remus’s throat to pin him against the wall. Remus lets out a grunt at the force as Sirius drops his hand to pin him by the hips instead. Remus shivers when he feels Sirius’s hot tongue sliding down his throat. His mouth opens instinctively and he tugs at Sirius’s hair to connect their mouths.

It should be mortifying how quickly that hot liquid of desire spreads through Remus. He is already moaning lightly against Sirius’s mouth, tugging, tugging, tugging to get him even closer.

“My beautiful angel,” Sirius whispers against him, leaving wet kisses across his jaw. Remus sighs contently, spreading his legs so Sirius can be between them. When that doesn’t feel close enough, he attempts to wrap his legs around the other’s waist. Sirius gets the message instantly and indulges him.

Remus loves the closeness.

“Have they been nice?” Sirius murmurs, still leaving kisses across his body.

Remus ignores him. “Stop stealing my humans. You’re going to make it obvious,” he breathes out shakily.

He feels Sirius grin against his throat. “No, they won’t suspect anything. We hate each other.”

Remus arches against him with a gasp when Sirius’s hand slips under his shirt and up his body. “Absolutely loathe each other,” Remus agrees breathily.

He holds Sirius close, deepening the kiss as Sirius tenderly strokes his wing.

“Missed you,” Remus mumbles and Sirius hums. “I missed you too, had to get your attention.”

Remus tries to pull back to give him a disapproving look but Sirius just leans in to kiss his furrowed eyebrows.

Remus gives up. “You’re going to leave traces of yourself on me.”

“I’ll wipe my aura off you,” Sirius mumbles, still peppering him with kisses anywhere he could reach.

“Oh,” a voice says. Remus pulls back to look at Marlene who begins to grin widely. “Fuck yeah Sirius, this is a win for the gays tonight.”

Sirius looks at her smugly as she drags her lover away, saying something about recreating what Sirius was doing. Remus is instantly curious about that interaction as it wasn’t common to directly interact with humans. Both Remus and Sirius were glamoured to look more human so she hadn’t seen the wings or horns.

Sirius mistakes the look on Remus’s face. “She’s fine, just partying,” he says, knowing Remus was still an angel at the end of the day.

Remus can’t even think to reply because Sirius is leaving love bites, pulling pleasurable sighs out of Remus and oh, does it feel lovely.

Sirius had won twice today.

Corruption, afterall, was his strongest ability.

[blessedshortcake]

Glancing back to the COTL fandom after experiencing the horrors from the new Arcane season is so fucking funny because I went from seeing my 2 faves murdering each other to. Everyone drawing lambs in bunny suits

[bisexualbailorgana]

first guillermo in 5x10 and now nandor.. there is something so emotionally jarring and vulnerable about seeing them take their mics off especially with nandor like kayvan has been giving us unspoken agony for so long and now he has finally snapped. im distraught

[fromperdition4]

If there's anyone who's still (somehow) on the fence about watching Kinnporsche, this is the scene to show them.

It's got everything:

Kinn and Porsche bickering

Beautiful scenery

In-no-way-subtle innuendo

Complete tonal whiplash

A sweet forehead kiss

"Why Don't You Stay" (i.e., the anthem of our people)

[anglerflsh]

Having relatives in medicine is insane because why did my father just admit to levels of medical negligence when he was working in urgent care that make it seem like he has blood on his hands

[gottalovethegeeks]

"You weren't making love to a slave, you were making love to me." And he couldn't think that through clearly but he could catch a glimmer of it, a glimmer of the edge of it. "I thought you wouldn't, I thought you'd never-" He took a step forward. "Laurent, six years ago, when I fought Auguste, I-"

"Don't you say his name." The words were forced out of Laurent. "Don't you ever say his name, you killed my brother."

..."I never lied to you."

The words were awful in the silence that followed them.

"'Laurent, I am your slave'?" said Laurent.

He felt the breath forced out from his lungs.

"Don't," he said, "talk about it like-"

"Like?"

"Like it was cold-blooded; like I controlled it. Like we didn't both close out eyes and pretend I was a slave." He made himself say the exposing words. "I was your slave."

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

so i've played some more love across the universe, i've used a couple keys. and i would just like to say, going from keebo's super sweet super sincere "will you form a romantic pair bond with me? i just want to feel love" handholding event to kiyo tying me up with a rope and fucking me hard on back-to-back nights was i think the most whiplash i could've possibly experienced

[pribblingg]

Blurryface is a certified oops-all-bangers album

[mayoiayasep]

random tag game sponsored by the fact that i love seeing people ramble about music in the tags: name your favorite voice actor/character from a musical anime/music project/etc and why you like them so much!