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Transistor - Forecast

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man, the searing, phenomenal power of an angry, active volcano really just doesn't hit the way it used to huh

or in other words: choice specs, tera fire, near full up eruption ... doing chip damage.

porygon2: wow what a nice summer breeze

tera dragon volcarona: huh, sun's kinda bright today

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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

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all right, we're normal, we exorcised that immediate bit of random intrusive character dynamic musing that comes to you at inconvenient times of the day and demands to be written down on scraps somewhere, surely we can just go do other things and vibe listening to random stuff in our entire library right-

what do you hate so much it awakens you? what do you believe in so much it sends you to sleep with the arms that light up the memories? (come and sleep again, be released from the endless chains of rebirth) (come now, awaken, raise your voices with the joy and despair)

-well that's just because it uses the word awaken and obviously that primes a certain response-

enjoy the pain, be convicted, as my desire no need to be a paragon, let rebellion be my name how can one be called "alive?" i rewrite— (i— chose every path rationally, did not intend to flee every scene has been rehearsed in my mind, i've seen keeping many unknown stories relishing this real trembling this ending turns into the reality)

'oh this is just the version of events where they're setting up for their own demise after going back to the past, huh, "flashback, almost forgot we're in one,"-' but anyway this is just a very specific scenario surely-

wine on me, let's drink the taste of fate: loneliness, good flavor for warriors (wine on me, let's drink the taste of souls: mourning for the kids never play offshore)

ah, so we're in that stage of brainrot where cherrypicked single lines from songs just manage to jump out, are we. the stage of brainrot where everything leads back to one thing, huh.

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la miséricorde divine

Stop, says the hierophant, mildly. Do not look for him in me. You’ll only hurt yourself if you try. 

Why would it hurt me, asks Chrom, challenging, to know that the man I trust most still lives?

A curl of amusement, sharp. Because handling broken glass tends to cut, prince. A pause, considering. Ah, but. Would you prefer it regardless? To know that I am still Robin, that I am- a hand pressed over the heart, dramatic, demonstrative, eyes wide and guileless- the same, somewhere deep down? That the man you know still exists? Eyes gold, innocent, naive to what he truly is? The hierophant paces, one-two, stepping to the exalt’s side as he begins to circle the clearing, thoughtful, head cocked like the bird of his namesake as he presses his eyes closed for a long moment. Would you be reassured by knowing that the man who so steadfastly stands by your side, who's spent many a sleepless night with you in the strategy tents is the same monster that haunts your daughter’s nightmares and tore the world to pieces?

You’re- False start, stop. There’s a blockage in his throat that he won’t let on exists as Chrom swallows past it, keeping his tone steady with the practiced ease of a general at war. You’re doing this on purpose, he says. You’re trying to scare me, to force me to back down and take it back, and before the man in front of him can take that as his answer and cut him off Chrom barrels on, but that means I’m right—

And if you are? What does that earn you? Robin grins, gentle and sweet as he spins on his heel, the corners of his mouth pulling back and baring teeth. His arms splay out, inviting embrace or to be run through as his eyes glitter. His tone is light, none of the knowing, mocking amusement borne from certainty that Plegia's hierophant so often possessed to be found in his voice. Were it not for the words he speaks— The knowledge that kind, self-sacrificing Robin is the one who will end the world, and do so of his own volition? Ah, but of course, we are one and the same— does this make you feel better, Chrom?

No? And now he laughs, cruelty lacing the sound. Good. Make sure you keep that division between us. It will be better for you in the end. He leans in, raises a finger to Chrom’s lips, an intimate echo of a lover’s hush. 

Let it not be said, Robin says, molten gold meeting Ylissean blue, that the Fell Dragon knows nothing of mercy.

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Least favorite trope: years of emotional neglect/abuse swept under the rug by one scene where a parent admits they loved their child all along. And their broken, traumatized victim adult child accepts this half-assed non-apology (and the audience should too) because the writers think that’s closure.

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Do you think the monsters from Monsters Inc have had to start using internet memes to make kids laugh

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wow i uh, have not been around on Tumblr for a while huh

I've mostly been at other places! if you want to follow me elsewhere, just drop me a pm or something!

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one of my favorite things about the pokemon universe is how the humans are esp. the bad guys 

like mob boss giovonni can pull out a glock and waste my 10 y/o ass but he doesn’t he just accepts that i knocked out his cat and hands me money

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The chemical name for vitamin C is “ascorbic acid”. I always used to wonder about this one. Is being ascorbic like being acerbic? Is it like being ascetic? Absorbent? Some combination of all of them?

Today I learned that scorbi is just a Latinish way of writing scurvy. So a-scorbi-c acid is “no-scurvy acid”.

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this is an unreasonably accurate description of how the Organization spends its time

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A print design celebrating the newest additions to the Star Allies lineup - Susie, Taranza and Magolor! BOY OH BOY I’M EXCITED, LOOK AT ALL THESE DUBIOUS FRIENDS.

[Tictail] [Redbubble]

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I think all writers need a friend who will encourage their desire to write absolute garbage. Not necessarily something that is badly written, but like, stupid self indulgent bullshit. “Cringey” aus or crossover fanfics. Aus or crossover fics of your own ocs. 

Writing that stuff is fun and is great practice, but sometimes I feel like “wow, this is hardly productive, why am I even writing this, who else would ever want to read this?” The answer is your friend who encourages your trash writing, that’s who. Write it for yourself and for them.

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me, softly: finish at least one damn WIP before starting a new project

me, softer: no

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I had an epiphany

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we’re almost in the ‘20s and dadaism is thriving, europe’s in a shambles, everyone is broke and the right wing is on the rise so i guess we really don’t learn a goddamn thing huh

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if tumblr shuts down feel free to follow me down into my cellar, i have some delicious wines and meads down there id like my mutuals to try.