#which is who they are disguised as

[fulltimesapphic]

Why is not one talking about how Kripke just ripped off his shapeshifter from season one of Supernatural for 04x07 for The Boys? Like the peeling of the skin and the eyes being weird? I’m watching the episode and just going man you’ve done this before what the hell (not a criticism or anything just funny to me)

[mabsart]

[Star Wars Rebels: Kalluzeb]

Kallus’ Reason for Defecting

[bingqiv]

i think there’s an inherent sadness and pain about dhawan coming after gomez. like gomez’s master had finally became friends with the doctor again despite everything. she died for him (twice if we count simm’s). after so long they finally stood together on the same page with mutual understanding and a hope that their next lives would be kinder and perhaps they’d be standing together.

yet dhawan went home after regenerating. came to the understanding that he was nothing to the doctor but a speck in her past. just as small and tiny as her companions and the flood of insecurities that haunted him since the day he left came back. he was never an equal and never would be and the doctor knew it (had known it all along). so he had to make himself an equal and worthy enough to stand against the doctor (never with. for how can you stand with the sun. instead you have to eclipse it take away its warmth and life)

a post-gomez dhawan is just fun.

[non-un-topo]

Thinking about the sniper duo

[rhiangalaxy]

Ah yes a normal youth who is totally not the Ghost King Crimson Rain <3 (ft. a bonus under the cut)

[ID: A TGCF Drawing. Hua Cheng, in his San Lang form, looks towards the viewer, holding a broom in both hands. He smiles whilst saying "Gege!" He is dressed in primarily red robes with butterfly motifs. End ID]

[ID: A TGCF Doodle. All characters drawn in chibi style. Xie Lian stands in the middle of Fu Yao and Nan Feng, with a large smile and his eyes closed. He says "San Lang!" with sparkles around the name and his hands clasped together. To the right is Fu Yao looking towards the viewer with a questioning disgusted/concerned look. To the left is Nan Feng who is looking towards the viewer, presumably San Lang, with a concerned/angry look. End ID]

[2g-1k]

2G1K - Chapter 6 What the Sigma?

I went from wanting to post this in Nov, then early Dec, then Xmas, then New Year, and somehow i managed to fail ALL these deadlines. Crazy what fanart and support does to a person lol. thank you @tthevoic3s we all say in unison

Just to be safe- mentions of blood (it's like 7 drops max), depressing thoughts, dehumanisation maybe? honestly idk

Masterpost

Hey guys, welcome back to another Geoguessr speedrun!

Now here we have…let’s see. Blue sky, looks like something from Earth, cool. Um, tacky fences made of wood, that appears to be doing a good job so far in keeping me in considering I haven’t left the enclosure yet…check. Would need more stuff to accurately pinpoint us right now. Anyway chat, I believe we need more details to know where to put that pin on the map, so we gotta look further!

Evans peeked outside the tacky wooden fences—actually walls— and the crowd went wild!

Hundreds of tiny people were behaving very reasonably when seeing a gigantic human being. The most reasonable of the bunch ran away, not even sparing a second to look back at what they were even running from. Evans personally thought they deserve a ten out of ten for taking the best action for survival, even if it probably would not work. Realistically speaking. Evans could outrun them in two steps.

There were people who just froze. Played dead, even. Possibly a rating of six for this. Works for animals half the time, though Evans kind of isn’t one, and they just successfully made themselves more susceptible to capture. Low survival rate, not the best reaction towards seeing a giant, but whatever.

The remainder of the crowd, though a minority, were probably the weirdest of them all, considering they appeared to be…kneeling down, kowtowing, clasping hands…why? Would their god save them if he even planned to harm them, which he didn’t?

Evans wondered what they were thinking. Maybe back home, if a similar situation occurred, there might be people reacting the same way as them, but he couldn’t know for sure. It wasn’t his fault no giant fell off their plane onto Earth. He’d ask them, but again, the fact that they probably speak some other alien language will probably make asking questions like this impossible.

So the next best thing he could do is to observe one himself. Sure, they may not understand his intentions, though why does it matter what they think if he won’t cause them harm?

Evans stretched his hand out towards the crowd.

Thwack!

Evans was blessed with an arrow to his hand.

Guess what— I’m under surveillance. I did NOT notice the four archers positioned at the corners of my so-called prison walls.

But why did they shoot him?

Evans had a theory unproven. Obviously they don’t want him to cross those walls. The next course of action, is of course, to prove it. Even if it was the only possible explanation. So Evans cleverly stuck his other unharmed hand beyond the walls, and sure enough—

Thwack!

Evans flinched, though the next arrow still managed to lodge itself in his skin. Cool. Now he has one arrow in each hand. Funny, since he felt nothing except perhaps, a minor stinging on where the arrows landed. It wasn’t even bleeding.

So Evans decided it was probably fine to pull it out, and so he did.

He started bleeding. Yay, blood! My favourite food!

So he was right. They didn’t want him to leave.

Honestly they were overestimating themselves. The walls were as high as his knees, Evans could simply jump over them if he really wanted to. God, he could even easily outrun their tiny little legs. The arrows sting at best, and even then they don’t pose a significant danger to him, all things considered.

He only chose to stay inside and listen to them because there weren’t any benefits if he didn’t do that.

Also because this was an interesting discovery.

Also because he wasn’t in much danger…

Also because it didn’t look like they planned to do unspeakable things to him… 

Yes, yes, he knew, stranger danger, but from every situation he’s been in so far, it seemed as if one is much more dangerous than all others. It was also quite clear that everyone involved knew who exactly was the more dangerous stranger at the moment.

Beyond the walls, the noise level slowly went from making Evans think he was at a K-Pop concert, to a noise level more common in libraries. Assuming it was because the commotion had died down, it means the tiny crowd outside had left, or at least most of them should have.

Evans stared at the two blood covered arrows in his palm. Everyone is scared of me, isn’t it? He knew as much. Leaving would be a good idea, if they wouldn’t mind the anxiety of not knowing where something as dangerous as him is at all times. So he couldn’t leave, thanks to whoever invented the saying “keep your friends close and your enemies closer”.

…Oh right, it was Sun Tzu. Fuck you, Sun Tzu.

Staying here and making them equally anxious it is, then. Evans really hoped it was the right choice.

Mostly because he was very much starving right now.

He might as well try to give a decent impression of himself while he was “in captivity” right now, in fact. Who knows, they might slip poison in his food or drink. They already did it once, and they can do it again. Actually, now that he thought about it, how much of a dosage did they need to send him to dreamland, and never wake up even once, to move him here?

Thinking about things without an answer sucked, and Evans thought this question sucked, so he mentally waved it away.

He looked at the arrows again.

He looked at the archers, who aimed at him, and nocked their arrows.

Not that the arrows or any weapon of theirs were especially threatening to Evans, of course, though who would ask for unnecessary wounds anyway? He already had enough from that fucking plane. His fingers carelessly swiped at the still-open cut on his right cheek. The searing pain told him “nuh uh”, which was a good sign to not touch it again for the time being.

Evans’ current plan for peace was kind of easy in theory. Give them back the arrows, they think he is a good person, or giant, or some secret third other thing, and everyone lives happily ever after.

So why did the idea of actually executing the plan make his hands go cold?

A drop of sweat from his hands fell onto the ground. His face went cold too. His breathing became fast, shallower. His heart was fully preparing to stop. He was just being stupid. Seriously, why would anyone be nervous at a time like this?

Nope. Nope. NOPE. I can NOT do this.

It was not that exchanging information was impossible for them. It was impossible for him to communicate normally.

He threw away the arrows, far away from him, the enclosure, from his line of sight.

Evans gloomily slumped against the walls that, surprisingly, stayed in place.

Now what?

Great question. Too bad he himself couldn’t answer it either.

At the moment, he felt like a cup of water that had been freshly microwaved. The water, hot but deceivingly tranquil, would explode once interacted with. The last 24 hours had given him too much to distract himself from his current predicament. No matter what, he had to face reality.

Pry away the initial amazement of discovering a brand new world, where he is strong, undefeatable, unstoppable, and all that’s left is the bleak reality of him, so large and so alone in this undersized place. What was the point of it all when there was, as far as he knew, no way to go home? He couldn’t even muster the courage to communicate, to ask where he was!

He was human. Humans feel hunger, sadness, pain, homesickness.

He felt all of it.

Would his days be spent living in an oversized pen, for the tiny people to ogle him like some— like some exotic animal? For them to tell stories of him devouring children at night, to scare them into behaving? Are his choices just that now? Between exotic and fearsome?

Do the archers see him that way, too? Just an animal to be disciplined and tamed?

Was he human in their eyes?

Another drop of liquid fell onto the ground, but only Evans knew whether it was sweat, or tears.

…

Evans had to cut his emo session short when he suddenly saw the part of the walls opening up. It was only too bad he couldn’t dwell on his sadness for a little longer. He jolted up, sitting prim and proper, not really sure why he did so when it wasn’t like it would change their impression of him much.

Three carts were pulled by the tiniest horses ever, along with several more soldiers? Guards? He couldn’t know for sure unless he asked. Each cart was piled high with equally miniature food, ranging from meats to fruits to other random stuff he couldn’t identify due to its size or simply because he had never seen it before.

A fourth cart pulled up later, carrying more of what Evans supposed was alcohol. That one he will not touch, guessing that it might put him to sleep again. He had enough sleep for now. He needed to be awake if he wanted to know more, to leave, or learn something useful eventually. Can’t learn shit if he is fucking sleeping anyway.

The guards saluted, possibly to Evans himself, which somewhat confused him, then did the fastest march out of sight after the carts were delivered it was almost funny. He didn’t even have the chance to study them before they Spanish and vanished on him. Oh well, less people to mess up in front of. Time to eat. Being hungry, he devoured the food in less than five minutes. He had no opinion on the food. They simply tasted like food.

It was maybe another infinite moment of boredom and halfway throughout his emo time when the doors opened again, startling Evans for just a fraction of a second.

Another tiny person walked in alone, humming to himself, carrying a smaller cart of even tinier bottles.

His eyes accidentally met Evans’.

The loudest scream Evans could never expect from a person with lungs as small as that loudspeaker of a person pierced the air, sending birds flying and people covering their ears for fear of going deaf.

[cassielsunstone]

Washed Ashore 🦈🌊

[welcometogrouchland]

Noticing that TV and film will often have a character either have had an abortion in the past that isn't showcased on screen (and just used as part of the character's ~fucked up and twisted backstory~) OR contemplate getting an abortion in the present day but not to through with it. Just once I want to see someone delete that fetus within the events of the plot and not be like. Extremely majorly punished for it and/or be in the wrong

[optimnihilist]

i know dying gloriously for his country is everything he ever wanted and that defending the border at meiling is his happy ending but goddamn throughout the entire show he’s never looked as unwell to me as he does in this last scene before they set out for the north. maybe its the frizzy plumage thing or that he’s wearing dark browns and bronzes when he spends almost the entire show in whites or blues, or maybe its just the first time we see him wear such heavy armor, but it felt forced, and it felt wrong. he looks so much older and worn down here than at any other point, and it was during this scene that i finally really accepted that he wouldn’t survive.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 269

Another Legend of Zelda Crossover with Ghosts are Dragons. Because it’s fun :>

Danny has decided to go on a vacation with his platonic-romantic-they-aren’t-sure-yet partners. To a different world! Where they can spend more time than just the summer before heading back to their world or the Realms for work. Self employed or no. 

Look, they spent their entire teenagehood protecting the city and world, they deserve a break! So they chose a random direction and a random world that didn’t feel too liminal and ecto-contaminated, and off they went!

And it’s great! The monster issue is easily enough taken care of too, even if it’s to Sam’s complaint. Interesting taste though… Oh well, they can complain and debate that later, because they don’t have to really worry about much. Well, much besides the weird corruption sort of rotting smell that seems to be getting stronger… 

Maybe that’s normal around here…?

@fairy-lights-and-blobs @radiance1 You both enjoy dragons so here <3

[thret-rhett]

Adam, Eve, and Lilith. they’re my ocs now more lore in tags

[fireheartwraith]

Defending Forever online is not enough I need a gun

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Orphan breaks my heart because she has no swag. Like okay the big pants and the hood are fun and maybe they would work if she was like a solo hero in an action film but as an ensemble cast member she looks like Background Assassin #3. Even Tim’s “the Drake” persona looked like less of red shirt. She doesn’t even have a logo. Like Black Bat was stupid but it also served campy superhero vibes. And obviously nothing can beat Batgirl. Batgirl was so perfect because it was so clearly a derivative of Batman’s costume that showed her allegiance to him and marked her as a Gothamite even when working with other heroes but still had the unique full mask with the stitch mouth that made her easily recognizable and all together cuts a shadowy mysterious figure that is immediately visually interesting. Orphan gives me absolutely nothing. And the name sucks.

[billpottsismygf]

Joy to the World

Reviewing it a day late, but I enjoyed Joy to the World for the most part. It felt a little disjointed and unfocused, and honestly it seems like the Doctor didn't even need to be there (without him, the briefcase would have sent the last carrier a message and carried on its merry way). The star was never going to hurt earth and Villengard was never going to have control over it, and it's unclear why the carrier couldn't tell the Doctor that from the outset. I'll need to watch it again to decide if it feels pointless after knowing all that, but at the moment it just feels a bit underwhelming.

I liked Joy as a character, and Nicola Coughlan is truly wonderful. She did a particularly great job with her creepy blank smile and then her real and justified rage against the politicians who partied it up while they told the rest of us to isolate. I was fortunate enough not to have to say goodbye to a loved one during COVID and I can't imagine the devastation and rage people like Joy had to go through. I'm so glad this storyline was written into the show. It needs to be talked about. (Also is this the first acknowledgement of COVID happening in an episode proper? I can't remember it coming up before.)

I also liked Anita and Trev. Trev in particular had such great chemistry and banter with the Doctor, and I wish they could bring him back. However, I think the Doctor essentially gaining three one-off companions (who never properly meet) is part of what makes it feel so disjointed. Much though I liked Anita, I think basically all of that plotline could have been cut. I know it was part of the larger theme of the Doctor being lonely and hating himself, but unfortunately that whole thing felt very forced. Ncuti Gatwa still does a great job with the material and he almost manages to sell it, but the writing rang a bit hollow to me. The part that worked the best for me was him bringing out two mugs at the start, which genuinely gave me a little pang of sadness. The rest was a little too "I'm going to speak my self hatred out loud to make it nice and clear for the audience".

Also, the Doctor being cruel was interesting and quite unpleasant, but mainly all the things he said about hotel rooms and what you're willing to subject yourself to were just strange. I know he was just trying to get a rise out of Joy to get her back, but none of it had a ring of truth, which it's clearly meant to so that 1) Joy can admit he was right and 2) turn it back around on him for staying there for a year. It doesn't work, though. People just stay in hotel rooms. It's not a big deal and that was a perfectly nice one.

The whole turning into a star ending unfortunately didn't really do anything for me either. It did have me crying at Joy saying goodbye to her mother in 2020, but the rest of the ending fell flat and the Bethlehem moment was also just extremely silly. Maybe I'll get more from it in future, I don't know.

Miscellaneous other thoughts:

I really liked the Doctor staying while the Silurian was dying, but I initially thought he was doing so at the expense of chasing after Joy. When it turned out she was just waiting placidly for him, even though he was trying to hinder her mission, it slightly lessened the impact and the logic of the scene.

The couple of times the Doctor said "French" instead of a swear word was obviously to do with the expression "pardon my French", but I also have to believe it's a reference to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, in which one of the worst swear words you can use is "Belgium".

[dragonlordofmiddleearth]

Girl what did Arthur do in the legends

He got Morgana pregnant with baby Mordred

[alexturner2005]

i saw wunderhorse last night and they were so goooooood