#that is Not the normal pipeline and it will never be

[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!

[bubbl3solution]

I’ve seen a fair amount of people saying “oh shit disney is going to make more cobbled together tv movies after moana 2 aren’t they” but this is such a weird takeaway to me because moana 2 is quite literally the only case of them announcing a tv series and then later turning it into a theatrical feature. like yes moana 2’s success is almost certainly going to encourage them to make more sequels in the future (that’s obviously already their game plan) and ofc that’s not ideal but all the upcoming sequels are going to be just that: theatrical sequels that were planned and executed as theatrical sequels.

[solar-halos]

odesta week. day #1: modern au monday

summary: annie and finnick engage in some crazy funky shenanigans after a concert

3k, odesta fluff, modern au. also some johannie in the beginning (as a treat) but obv this is odesta endgame. concert they attended isn’t explicitly mentioned but know in ur heart it’s chappell roan

“Wanna do something fun?”

Annie was not expecting Johanna to say anything, so her next opened mouth kiss lands directly on her chin. Oops. The club lights bathe them in swathes of purples and pinks, which complements the lipstick stains on Johanna’s neck. 

“Huh?” Annie asks. It’s a fair question—she thought all this making out they were doing was the fun part. 

In Annie’s opinion, it couldn’t get better than this. It’s not everyday you get to see your favorite artist’s favorite artist live and in concert, and it’s also not everyday that hot people choose to strike up a conversation with her.

Johanna and Finnick are hot. And, even better, they were the ones who turned around and started asking her questions right after they caught her eye in line. Maybe they just really liked her vibes. Peeta and Katniss were accompanying Annie, too, but anyone with a sixth sense could tell that they weren’t really down with throuples.

Annie would be so down for a throuple. Need she remind you that Johanna and Finnick are fucking hot.

Annie had no idea what the fuck a man was doing at this concert, but she already knew she was a goner as soon as Johanna offered Annie a vape she procured from her tits. Annie was ready to dive in. 

And she did—kinda. Eventually. The concert venue was crackling with sick beats and (courtesy of Johanna) simmering sexual tension. Hands on hips, bustier against bustier—it was like they’d known each other for a thousand lifetimes (Annie didn’t even know Johanna’s last name). Then the concert ended, and they were walking out together, and that was all the flirting time Johanna needed to convince Annie that they should start locking lips. 

Speaking of locking lips, how come they’re not doing that right now?

Right. Johanna wanted to do something fun. Annie pulls away and gives Johanna her undivided attention. Well—as undivided as it can be with all the pulsing lights and upbeat music and enthusiastic dancing going around all around them. 

“You’re so cuddly,” Johanna says. Annie is suddenly hyper aware of the fact that she’s not even sitting in her bar stool anymore. Oops. She had no idea that she was trying to drape herself over Johanna, so she pulls away. “I think my friend Finnick would really like that.”

My friend Finnick. As if he needed an introduction. That was the guy who was standing by Johanna’s side in line the entire time they were waiting for the concert to start. In an ideal world, Annie would have been sandwiched between their locked lips, but she had to play it cool. Chances are he’s just one of the girls. 

Or maybe not. They looked like they were having a pretty intense argument the moment the concert ended, making pointed gestures at Annie, but Annie’s own friends were pretty good at distracting her from their (hopefully) platonic lovers quarrel. 

Katniss and Peeta tapped out after the first club. Annie kept going, especially when Johanna’s hands kept wandering lower and lower and lower until Finnick stopped shooting her weird-looking glances altogether. 

“Does Finnick like me?” Annie demands, excitement blooming in her chest. That’s so hot. “Like, does he wanna be with me?”

“Probably,” Johanna replies. She fixes Annie with a glare that looks almost wistful, then gives her a hard kiss on the mouth as a parting gift. “I need post-coital cigarettes. Not cuddles.”

“Oh.” She starts nudging Johanna away now, too, because she doesn’t even smoke. “Good thing you figured that out about us. I would’ve never guessed.”

Johanna raises her pierced eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Annie leans back and studies her. She has pink hair that’s molded into spiky tendrils and a glittering constellation of nose piercings. Annie’s eyes flick down to her bustier and leather pants.

“I don’t like making assumptions about people,” Annie says, as if she hadn’t been thinking with her dick the entire time. 

“Get the fuck out of here,” Johanna replies good naturedly, her own lipstick smeared all across the dimples on her cheek. 

Annie stumbles out of her seat. She’s not even drunk. Not since the first club, at least, but they’ve cycled through so many that she finally registers that her feet ache in her stilettos. Why doesn’t anyone ever talk about the psychological repercussions of serving so much cunt all the time?

She starts her search for Finnick. It was harder to pick him out in the first couple clubs—and not just ‘cause Annie was preoccupied with Johanna—but they’ve officially transitioned out of Las Vegas’ queer scene and landed in dudebro territory. Finnick’s dark eyeliner and chipped red nail polish is really starting to stick out in the-only-club-that’s-still-open Nevada. 

Nevada. Road tripping from California with Peeta and Katniss hadn’t been ideal—Peeta’s car was probably never gonna fully recover from this—but desperate times called for desperate measures. Annie would have attended that concert if it was hosted in the middle of the goddamn ocean, wetsuit and chunky goggles and all.

“Finnick!” She finally finds him, and when she does, she does not hesitate to sit down next to him at the booth he’s at. She’s never been very good at figuring out what the fuck a social cue is, but he seems pretty happy to see her, so she takes that as her sign to keep going. “Hi!”

“Hi,” he says, so softly that the music nearly eats his reply whole. His cheeks flush.

He’s pretty. The dark liner dragging across his under eye would look harsh on anyone else, but she’s suddenly obsessed with all this eye contact he’s making with her. His coppery hair drapes over his shoulders, the soft waves curling right over the knot of his Adam’s apple.

Hot. 

Annie already knows so much about him. They spent a lot of time in line together, so she knows when he graduated high school (he’s only one year older, so the age gap won’t be very hard to defend at all) and where he’s from (California, too—good, ‘cause Annie didn’t wanna do long distance) and how he found out about the concert in the first place (Johanna was obsessed with the music first, then he followed in her footsteps, which Annie doesn’t really mind. She’s already compiling a playlist in her head that she thinks he’ll really like).

“Have you heard of this song?” Oh. It’s like he read her mind. He pulls out his phone, shuffling closer to her. Annie knows that he’s getting so close as an excuse to drown out the blaring music. She cuddles even closer, but she doesn’t have an excuse. She just likes cuddling—Johanna clocked that from a mile away.

Finnick does, too. He slides an arm around her waist and she sets her head on his shoulder the entire time they carefully curate playlists for each other. Annie can’t wait to listen to all the stuff he picked out for her on the way home.

“Favorite color?” Finnick asks, after they got all the soul-binding stuff out of the way, but he keeps giggling because Annie finally found the perfect angle to dot kisses to the underside of his chin. “Wait, let me guess,” he adds, and Annie thinks the only reason he even tacked that on in the first place is because he doesn’t want her lips off his skin. 

“Okay. Guess,” she says, punctuating the demand with another kiss.

He takes his time. Annie progresses to the corner of his mouth, but she doesn’t know if they’re ready for that yet, so she focuses her efforts on his cheek. He ducks his head to the side so that they’re looking each other in the face. No one’s ever looked more kissable.

“Blue,” he says. “Your favorite color is blue.”

“Kinda.” Now it’s his turn to start kissing her. He has a lot of skin to choose from—her bustier is teeny—but he keeps it nice and respectful at her jaw. Annie drags him down to her neck, butterflies erupting in her tummy. “Cerulean.”

“That counts. It’s blue.” He’s getting bolder. He crosses over to sternum territory, green eyes flicking up to hers, which would be sexy if it didn’t look like he was being charged with a crime. 

“Kiss me, please.” Maybe he was waiting for a verbal cue. Hot.

That’s apparently all it takes for him to get cocky. He smiles into her skin, lips dragging over her pulse in another hypnotizing kiss. “Don’t you wanna know my favorite color?”

She knows he doesn’t really mean it. She answers him anyway—she was in the mood to be played with.

“Red.” Like the color of his nails. Like the sky before a storm. His grin broadens, so she knows she’s right, but he obviously intends on teasing her. Two can play at this game. “Am I wrong? Maybe Johanna can give me a hint.”

His eyes get as stormy as his nails. He darts up from her chest, so Annie’s hands fly up to his cheeks to meet him in the middle. Their lips tangle together in a messy blur of spit and tongue, trying their best to map each other out. But, when Annie gets acclimated to the touch and heat and feel of him, she gets acclimated. 

So does he. They’re climbing into each other’s bones in no time.

Annie’s on top—on his lap, raking her acrylics through his waves—but she savors the pressure of his ringed fingers on her hips. Hard enough to bruise.

She angles her neck to the side. He gets the hint. She surveys the area while he gets to work, his chapped lips leaving goosebumps on her skin. She feels restless sitting still like this, even with all the friction his patchwork jeans have to offer. 

“Wanna dance?”

Once again, he takes the words straight out of her mouth. Annie leads the way, with Finnick trailing behind her so he can press more kisses to her neck. The intensity and intimacy of it all has her leaning back into him. Her skin tingles where his hands linger—her bustier, her hips, the whale tail peeking out of her skirt, then all the way back to her bustier again, his fingertips whispering all sorts of promises over her skin.

Annie’s never felt so respected. She feels secure, all tucked up between his arms and his lips. They move as one, united in heart and soul.

“Okay, everyone! Get the fuck out!”

The disco lights disappear, replaced by blinding fluorescents. The security guard up front is already ushering people toward the door. Is it seriously 2am already?

Finnick and Annie glance at each other. Lipstick stains on his neck, ring-shaped indents on hers. There’s no questioning who she’s going home with tonight, so she slips her hand into his and fishes her phone out of her purse with the other. Katniss was okay with leaving Annie with Johanna and Finnick under one condition: Annie had to send her frequent updates about her night.

you can’t fuck some rando you just met, Katniss replies, but it’s so much more than that. They weren’t just gonna fuck—they were gonna exchange souls. 

They pass by Johanna on the way out. She’s walking with someone else, a new layer of lipstick slathered over her face. She salutes them both as she and some girl climb into an Uber. 

Finnick and Annie look at each other again. And then they burst out laughing.

Anyway, Finnick isn’t a rando. He’s someone she knows on a personal and metaphorical level. He’s the sugarcubes in her coffee (he likes sweet drinks) and the training wheels on her bike (he never learned how to ride). She knows him more than she knows anyone on earth—including herself.

Annie doesn’t make it very far in her stilettos. They collapse on the curb so she can take a moment to rest. She takes this time to stare at him some more, absolutely in love with the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw.

She has her feet in his lap in no time, his fingers rubbing the tension out of her muscles. She has no idea how it happened, or who initiated the contact—it was as natural as the progression of their relationship. Taking care of each other is second nature by now. 

“I think I have some band aids in here,” he says, scrounging around his pockets. “Johanna’s platforms give her nasty blisters, even if she never says anything about it.”

He carefully smooths out a couple bandaids over the curve of her ankle. She sighs, snuggling into the warmth of his chest. He drapes an arm around her bare shoulders. 

“I left my extra shoes with Peeta. I knew I should have changed into them before he left.”

Finnick has her covered. He carries her around on his back, her strappy shoes dangling from her fingertips. She grins into his neck the entire way to the gas station.

The guy at the cash register throws them a weary look as they buy a bottle of tequila. They also throw in some chips and nacho cheese. All that dancing made Annie hungry. 

There’s a glob of cheese stuck to the corner of Finnick’s mouth. Annie knows her falsies must be horribly crooked by now, so she peels them off. Usually, she thinks littering sucks, but there’s something in the air tonight that’s making her feel silly. 

“Wanna make a wish?” she asks. 

He takes her seriously. He stares at the clump of falsies in her hand for a long moment. He kisses her knuckles, informing her that he made his wish, so she lets the lashes go.

“What’d you wish for?”

“You,” he says. “Can’t get more specific, or else it won’t come true.”

It’s just the right blend of sappy and secretive that makes her heart melt. Loving and being loved has always been an intense, cosmic ordeal for Annie. She’ll never look at the color red the same way, will never pick up black eyeliner without thinking of him first. 

Finnick keeps rubbing over the ring on his finger—the one with the blue, glowing center—and Annie bets it’s because she mentioned it’s her favorite. His cheeks are perpetually rosy pink, even without the tequila. He even stares at her like she’s responsible for the stars aligning. 

“I love you,” he says, as softly as the fingers he has in her hair.

Her breath catches in her throat. He loves her.

“I love you,” she replies. She can’t imagine a time where she didn’t. “You’re not on anything, are you? ‘Cause I’m not.”

He holds up the barely tapped into tequila. Annie shrugs. “That doesn’t count,” she tells him. “I’m on that, too. And I loved you way before.”

He smiles at her. Annie’s never felt prettier. “Okay. If I do something weird, promise you’ll hear me out?”

Annie nods. She’s not even worried.

He nods back, extracting his hands from her hair. His knee suddenly bounces up and down and up and down. “Okay,” he repeats, then unstacks all of his rings so he can slide the blue one off his finger. Annie’s favorite. 

He holds it out to her, the bejeweled part facing her.

“Think of it as a promise,” he says. Annie brushes a stray piece of hair out of his face. “I mean—I can’t stop thinking about how perfectly this fell into place. Even when we go back home, you’re less than an hour away.”

“It’s like we were destined to meet,” Annie agrees. She accepts the ring, slipping it onto her finger. There’s a bit of wiggle room, but that’s perfect for her. She doesn’t like feeling trapped. “I want to get married.”

“So do I,” he replies, almost cautiously. Oh—Annie thinks she finally managed to freak him out. “Should we?”

Or maybe not. Annie smiles at him, suddenly feeling shy. “You don’t mean it.”

He shows her how much he means it. He stands up, offers her his hand, and scoops her right into his arms. She’s in charge of navigation, leading them straight to the nearest chapel. 

“You don’t mean it,” she repeats into his neck, because he can’t. It would be too good to be true. “I’m not dressed for it.”

“Neither am I,” he replies, trying to coax her back out, but she doesn’t budge. He kisses the crown of her head. “We’ll have another one. In California. And we’ll do it exactly the way we want.”

That’s exciting enough that Annie practically leaps out of his arms. They have to sign a whole bunch of papers stating that they’re completely, honestly sober, so Annie flings the tequila into the trash to get rid of any incriminating evidence.

It doesn’t matter how high their blood alcohol content is. Haven’t you heard that drunk actions are just sober thoughts?

A lady waiting behind them clips a veil onto Annie’s head when it’s finally their turn. Annie wasn’t gonna pretend that she wasn’t excited on her wedding day, so she allows herself to stumble a bit as they rush to the altar.

“You’re not gonna,” Annie whispers to him.

He leans over and catches her lips in another kiss. She doesn’t hesitate to drape herself over him. “Watch me,” he whispers back.

Annie does. She doesn’t think she’ll ever stop. She watches him the entire time they’re pronounced husband and wife, she watches him when the guy officiating their wedding tells them to get the fuck outta there (he did not appreciate Finnick launching into some impromptu vows), and she watches him the entire Uber drive over to her hotel.

Peeta and Katniss booked their own separate room, which worked out very well for Annie. They strip all the way down to their rings as soon as they get inside, but not for the reason you might think. Annie always wanted a wedding by the beach, but this landlocked middle-of-fucking nowhere state couldn’t provide that for her. The hotel pool was the next best thing.

Annie throws on her bathing suit. Finnick has to go in his underwear, but they make it work. They splash around and dive under the water again and again and again until Annie feels like she’s being reborn with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns. 

They’re so exhausted when they go back to the room that they only have enough energy to collapse into bed, wet clothes and all. Finnick might be the best cuddler she’s ever seen. 

“I love you,” Annie tells him, because it was hard to stop saying it once she started. She’s consumed by it. 

She doesn’t even feel like she’s married—doesn’t even feel tied down to him, doesn’t feel trapped, doesn’t feel like anyone but herself—which is how she knows that they did it right. Katniss is going to be so happy that Annie exercised enough self control to not fuck him on the spot. 

“I love you,” he replies, already half asleep. Annie wonders if he’ll dream of her.

[sidsthekid]

still thinking about them

cards up with sidnate! (3/?)

[shiryawashere]

me @ the two wolves inside me, one of whom wants to explore the possibility of Maeve cheating on Annie as another avenue of her spiral of self-sabotage in the sequel to TTSL she wrote not being even close to done with the original while the other fears perpetuating the "promiscuous bisexual" stereotype: fight fight fight fight fight fight

[no1ryomafan]

Another giant robo related meme because I have brain rot even though I’m not rushing back to watch the last ep-if only because I have to finish new with my irls tomorrow and don’t wanna be burnt out bc this happened before-but I really wonder and fear for how many more “wtf is even happening” mechas there are and if each gets progressively more confusing.

[byanyan]

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

oc asks that reveal more than you thinkㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤif they're not enjoying themself or something isn't necessary for their own survival, it's a waste of time, simple as that. school and work both fall under this category, of course, but so does just about anything else that doesn't interest them or keep them alive. therapy? waste of time. chores? waste of time. interviewing with families interested in fostering them? waste of time. lending someone a hand out of the kindness of their heart? waste of time.

life sucks, people suck, society sucks... if they're not having fun, what's the point?

[a-vibing-potato]

This is me when I was minding my business one day and was immediately grasped in a firm chokehold that won't leave me until I get to see those guys kiss.

[souenkun]

I just realized that this jp fanartist on twitter that I adoooore for their aokabu works recently made a few yorishima illustrations... and I've seen a lot of both jp haikyuu and pokemon fanartist making natsuyuu fanart too... I love this kind of coincidental happenings, I am so born in the right generation 🥹👍

[river-taxbird]

AI hasn't improved in 18 months. It's likely that this is it. There is currently no evidence the capabilities of ChatGPT will ever improve. It's time for AI companies to put up or shut up.

I'm just re-iterating this excellent post from Ed Zitron, but it's not left my head since I read it and I want to share it. I'm also taking some talking points from Ed's other posts. So basically:

We keep hearing AI is going to get better and better, but these promises seem to be coming from a mix of companies engaging in wild speculation and lying.

Chatgpt, the industry leading large language model, has not materially improved in 18 months. For something that claims to be getting exponentially better, it sure is the same shit.

Hallucinations appear to be an inherent aspect of the technology. Since it's based on statistics and ai doesn't know anything, it can never know what is true. How could I possibly trust it to get any real work done if I can't rely on it's output? If I have to fact check everything it says I might as well do the work myself.

For "real" ai that does know what is true to exist, it would require us to discover new concepts in psychology, math, and computing, which open ai is not working on, and seemingly no other ai companies are either.

Open ai has already seemingly slurped up all the data from the open web already. Chatgpt 5 would take 5x more training data than chatgpt 4 to train. Where is this data coming from, exactly?

Since improvement appears to have ground to a halt, what if this is it? What if Chatgpt 4 is as good as LLMs can ever be? What use is it?

As Jim Covello, a leading semiconductor analyst at Goldman Sachs said (on page 10, and that's big finance so you know they only care about money): if tech companies are spending a trillion dollars to build up the infrastructure to support ai, what trillion dollar problem is it meant to solve? AI companies have a unique talent for burning venture capital and it's unclear if Open AI will be able to survive more than a few years unless everyone suddenly adopts it all at once. (Hey, didn't crypto and the metaverse also require spontaneous mass adoption to make sense?)

There is no problem that current ai is a solution to. Consumer tech is basically solved, normal people don't need more tech than a laptop and a smartphone. Big tech have run out of innovations, and they are desperately looking for the next thing to sell. It happened with the metaverse and it's happening again.

In summary:

Ai hasn't materially improved since the launch of Chatgpt4, which wasn't that big of an upgrade to 3.

There is currently no technological roadmap for ai to become better than it is. (As Jim Covello said on the Goldman Sachs report, the evolution of smartphones was openly planned years ahead of time.) The current problems are inherent to the current technology and nobody has indicated there is any way to solve them in the pipeline. We have likely reached the limits of what LLMs can do, and they still can't do much.

Don't believe AI companies when they say things are going to improve from where they are now before they provide evidence. It's time for the AI shills to put up, or shut up.

[trashcanflagic]

You explained villain Stone in the way I had been thinking of but couldn’t explain😭😭 he lost the very thing that brought his character into existence. Not only that, he lost the key feature of his character. Without Robotnik, you just have the agent.

Stone was a government trained agent, he is very powerful, we have already seen a glimpse of that from the motorbike scene. Without Robotnik there to server, Stone has no one holding the reins. The narrative doomed him so he is going to doom the narrative.

I really love any depiction of Stone as a man just as crazy as Robotnik, he just kept it better hidden because it was easier to just follow orders. But without orders, what does a soldier do?

What does any working dog do when it isn’t given a job? It finds one.

You got any ideas on how to bring Stone into IDW? Seems rather hard given the whole Starline Debacle...

Well, I don't know a lot about IDW, but I have some thoughts about how to put Stone into situations, so allow me to ramble for a bit

Stone exists for Eggman. That is not me being romantic, that's me establishing a fact about the character. Without Eggman, there's no reason for Stone to exist in any universe at all. There's an Eggman in IDW so that's already a great start.

Now, in universe, I like to hint at this fact, which is why I've often said that without the Doctor, Stone wouldn't be happy. His presence in Robotnik's life is the only thing that allows his character to exist, it's what gives him personhood instead of leaving him as an NPC. In universe, then, I think it's fair to allow Robotnik to be his entire purpose as well.

(This is also what makes Villain Stone compelling to me. He lost his purpose in universe but also in the narrative. His character doesn't serve a purpose anymore, because there's no Eggman. So he must earn his place in the story now)

So when you're going to introduce him into a new universe, first step is always to have an Eggman, we're doing great so far. Second step is wondering what that Eggman needs. Not what he wants, what he needs. Needs for what? Well, maybe to be a more compelling character, maybe to go through some character development, maybe to add some lightheartedness to his characters. He seems to be one of the cruelest eggs to ever man, so that last one would be important to me, specifically. But really, it depends on what you want to do with the character! Stone will adapt because his entire purpose is to be what Robotnik needs...

Now, disregarding all of that, I think I would make him one of the people who lived in the same place as Mr. Tinker aka amnesiac Eggman, who secretly had a crush on him and who's now trying to find him –and goes on a rampage about it– because that would be pretty funny. Like, he doesn't even care that the man is evil now, Stone just wants to find him. I think Eggman would find that very annoying, but he can't get rid of Stone because Stone is just THAT good. Now, kids, that's the real toxic yaoi.

[former-incel]

There's often an autistic to incel pipeline.

This does not mean that all incels are autistic, nor that all autistic men are incels. It means that autistic men often have a type of vulnerability that the incel community can exploit in order to recruit them.

And there's a subset of autistic men who are especially vulnerable to the pipeline. Specifically, it's those who never felt disabled until they tried to connect with women.

There are a few possible reasons for this. Maybe all of his social interactions so far have been planned by someone else and he just played along, and his social struggles become noticeable for the first time when he has to actively pursue connections with women and be constantly analyzing signs of interest or disinterest. Maybe he's been bullied so much and just accepted that he's doomed to be a loner, but when he started feeling attraction to women and wanted connections with them, he could no longer just sit back and accept being a loner.

He likely won't find other autistic people relatable, because he doesn't need many of the supports that other autistic people need. He also won't want his connections with people to be limited to only autistic people. And most support that autistic children receive is conditioning them to obey and be less of an annoyance to neurotypical people, not helping them be the most successful as their true selves. So when he sees the support that other autistic people receive, he won't even consider the possibility that it would be useful to him. He likely won't even consider the possibility that he's autistic.

He'll likely struggle to understand his emotions and figure out how to phrase his questions. So when he asks for help, he'll likely just ask how to get women to like him. He'll likely receive oversimplified advice like "just talk to them", which he's probably already tried. And when he has a single positive experience with women, even if it's a fluke that can't be duplicated, it will be used as evidence that he never struggled. He'll feel like his struggles are blaringly obvious but people are still dismissing them.

When he witnesses other men complain about the "male loneliness epidemic", he'll easily find them relatable. He'll easily feel like he finally found people who understand. But most of those men won't be autistic. They'll often have no trouble in the vast majority of social interactions and struggle only with getting women to like them because they're simply not likeable to women. They were convinced that their cruelty toward women is normal and they miss the good old days when women just played along with it.

But since he's vulnerable, he'll fall for the propaganda. Then, he'll be an asshole to women and give them a reason to dislike him. And he'll be unable to tell the difference between missing out because of his disability and being disliked because he's an asshole. He'll then seek more advice from the manosphere.

[sir-adamus]

when you learn more about show production and how much time and effort goes into developing a show from concept to screen, the fact that RWBY went from concept to airing in less than a year is wild

like that whole early production is absolutely not normal show development, but makes sense when you remember it's coming from amateurs who had never made a show like this before (again, RT primarily was producing machinima where the pipeline was inherently streamlined), so it's rough around the edges, episodes would release with visual glitches that Monty would go back and fix as they got pointed out by subscribers on the RT site before the episode hit youtube, a lot of things were rushed and some sequences got changed last minute without everyone knowing about it (Miles famously didn't know that the fight with Torchwick in the finale had been altered to include Penny cutting the bulkheads in half because he hadn't seen the episode until they were sitting down to record the commentary on the season)

obviously the production pipeline changed and evolved over the years following, but it's still a major difference between RWBY as a webshow made by amateurs who were having to learn as they were going, versus a fully produced professionally animated series (like, hell, Ice Queendom was in development for years before we heard about it). and i think that's something we as a fandom have to keep in mind as we wait for news on future volumes of the show - with RT shutting down, RWBY's production essentially has to basically start over, and is almost certainly going to be done under more professional capacity than it was at RT, so the development of that production is almost definitely going to take longer getting going before we see anything (even once Viz are past whatever legal stuff they will have had to work out)

[auguste-marmonts-only-fan]

Well uh its tomorrow and......

I'm marmont posting once again

One day, I might surprise you all and make something not related to this....🤡

[missexiled]

I Fear I’m Too Far Gone Down The BG3 Pipeline

Oh Gale… He tries so hard to make you like him. From when you first pull him out of the rock to long after you two have spent your lives together.

He was basically groomed by Mystra, his father (I’m guessing since he is never mentioned) was absent, Elminster (who banged Mystra as well) was his closest thing to a father figure. He needs validation. He needs a guiding hand. He needs to be told that he’s enough.

This man has the biggest praise kink. The way he’d stutter when you tell him how good he feels, how sweet he is to take care of you, how big he is. He tries so hard to make sure you cum before he does. Multiple times if possible.

He’s peppering kisses anywhere he can reach. He holds you like you are glass, even if you tower over him. His hands are groping and massaging anything he can. He is a thigh man through and through. His favorite pillows. And when you crush his head? Heaven on earth. He could die a happy man.

The only time he gets aggressive is when you tease him a bit too much (or he’s jealous and, lets be honest, he’s very insecure) so he has to leave a mark on you. Biting and clawing and nipping because deep down he’s desperate to keep you for himself. He has lost so much that he can’t afford to lose you.

I’m so normal about this man :D (This was going to be an ask for someone but I liked it too much so here it is)

@hootshooch added this v

When Gale talks about how he first summoned Tara as a young-ish child he says he begged his parents (*plural*) for a cat, and iirc later he refers to his mom as a single parent-which means that his father either died when he was young, walked out when he was old enough to remember him, or his parents divorced on bad terms for whatever reason and he doesn't have a relationship with him as an adult.

Which is even worse than if he was just never there imo

[patricia-taxxon]

im going to upset some more people and say that, really, i don't even think teenagers saying "ew incest" on twittr is nearly on the same level as like, kids falling down the alt-right pipeline. like it speaks to a reactionary train of thought, definitely, it hurts a lot of vulnerable people by proxy, but its also like, really really normal. it's the default position, it's where you are when u have never thought about the labyrinthian mechanics of queer oppression and the aftereffects of sexual abuse. the reason i say "just wait a few years" is because it's "conservative" in the way every thoughtless teenager opinion is.