#Still a piece of garbage

[imsorryandthankyou]

So, I did a thing.

I love this show a lot, and this video was really fun to make. Crack videos always are, and yes, I know, I'm going to hell for that last one, but I couldn't help myself, LOL.

[seatnights]

does it ever drive you crazy? just how many ask you didn’t see/didn’t remember and you still haven’t answered in months and you feel like an awful person?

cause it does. it drive me crazy.

[a-bloody-omen]

[REUPLOAD] from buckybearart —> a-bloody-omen

I really felt proud with this one 💕💕

[rebouks]

The first day of the new school year began much the same as any other; being accosted by the hallway monitor for dawdling, having inappropriate footwear and daring to possess yet another pair of headphones, only for them to remember who he was and abandon any hopes of receiving an explanation, or an excuse.

Robin thought he would’ve outgrown his selective mutism by now, but apparently, it didn’t work like that. He’d eventually seen a therapist a few years prior, but the poor man didn’t exactly have a handbook for “strange child who can’t speak sometimes due to other people’s overwhelming head voices but won’t/can’t explain himself to anyone other than a ghost who’s stuck in his attic” so, it’d fallen a little flat. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself; but the older he got, the more he started to think he’d been using his gift as a convenient excuse for some of his issues. Maybe. Possibly.

Much less bombarded than when he was little, Robin could usually tune out the everyday chatter within surrounding minds, though he rarely did. He’d become far too accustomed to being nosy, and at this point it was weirder NOT to hear everyone else’s thoughts. It produced an intense itchy feeling that was almost impossible to ignore, as though he’d miss something important the moment he stopped listening.

As a result, Robin struggled to live in the moment, and for himself; constantly juggling other people’s thoughts and emotions as well as his own. Sometimes he wondered if he’d understand his brain better if it belonged to someone else, like if he could observe it from a distance as with everyone else, it’d make more sense-.. or maybe paying more attention in Mr Fitzherbert’s biology classes would help. He supposed he was still overwhelmed after all, just better at hiding it.

Either way, he wasn’t about to admit to all this nonsense out loud, especially not if it landed him in Doctor Abbott’s office again. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to find out how weird he actually was, least of all a psychologist. Think of all the experiments they’d want to do, all the prodding and poking-.. or worse. Robin shuddered at the thought. No, thank you!

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[solar-eclipsed]

LOVE that TV guy. For different reasons than everyone else of course but yknow what I respect it regardless

[flashhwing]

people who have to turn off their brains to read/watch something bad are weak. embrace the flaws. tear them to shreds. yell about the weak writing, gaping plotholes, and plain weird/insane shit that really doesn't work. it's so much more fun that way

[subzeroparade]

What do you think about GRRM hinting that an Elden Ring movie or TV show is in the works? Do you want it (if you do, then in what form, and what parts of the lore do you look forward to seeing adapted the most)? Do you dread it (like I do because I have no hope that the modern film or animation industry will do it right)?

So

I don’t actually think it’s going to happen, for various reasons;

I don’t long for it. Personally I don’t think it’s necessary (even in the “art for art’s sake” definition of necessary; I am not Adolf Loos, I am ok with things being made for their own sake, but this feels potentially gratuitous.)

If it does happen, tbd I guess. I’ve only watched snippets of people playing TLoU but am looking forward to watching the series because the reviews overwhelmingly point to it being done right (for clarification I tend not to care what casual fandom/fans think and so I generally trust a diverse group of real media critics who actually, you know, think through the cultural relevance of art-making and have various expertises). At the same time, I have watched full playthroughs and been a semi-fan of Resident Evil since those first dumbfuck movies came out in the early 2000s, and despite a roster of decent actors and all the freedom of a proper series, Netflix still blew that one entirely. So 50/50 it’ll be great or mediocre as fuck.  

TLDR, there is so much good potential storytelling already baked into ER. In the hands of good TV writers it could be excellent - even if there are fewer and fewer, but we know they still exist: or we wouldn’t have Severance, and Shogun, and The Terror, and Fall of the House of Usher, and Wolf Hall, and Dark, and so on - and I purposefully include writing adaptation here, from Wolf Hall’s wonderfully faithful work to Usher’s supremely creative use of source material. So who knows - it could be tight and clean and compelling. In the hands of talented animators, it could be brilliant. A studio that could bring the two together in a limited series on either a Tarnished’s journey or the history of the Shattering: absolutely, why not. 

Do I trust the industry in its current state, ruled by mediocrity and algorithmic decision-making, aggressively dismissing senior talent and draining its juniors dry, leaving them overworked and underpaid and without veteran artistic leadership, all to churn out an unlimited library of banality - do I think the industry is, right now, in a position to do ER justice? Probably not. 

[kaiserouo]

i need more rhino heirloom art

[crisiskarda52]

Speak

Quiet the evil

[lieutenant-amuel]

Replaceable

Summary: Emilio’s stance on friendship.

Word count: 646

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Emilio was sitting at the desk in his classroom. He didn’t have a class at the moment which meant he could spend his time all alone.

Just him and his thoughts.

He propped up his cheek, twirling a wallet in his hand. A wallet meant to be a gift for Valerio on his birthday. A wallet decorated with patterns that resembled the fire flames.

Emilio dug his nails into the leather of the wallet, furrowing his brows as he bared his teeth, and sharply loosened his grip.

Fire flames.

What was he thinking?!

How could he forget?!

Emilio threw the wallet away and put his hands on his head, clutching his hair almost as tightly as the leather. Every story, every smallest detail Valerio shared with Emilio ever since they became friends was crucial. Emilio couldn’t let himself forget anything.

How could he call himself a friend otherwise?

Emilio raised his head and got up from his seat, passing between the rows in the classroom. He spent ten years of his life in this very classroom, listening to Señor Murillo as he conducted literature classes. It was one of the few places where he was safe because every time he crossed the threshold and found himself in school corridors he felt like he was falling into the abyss.

All those people who always walked in pairs or larger groups chatting and laughing. All those people who passed by him as if he was invisible. He would raise the collar of his shirt and hide his face, approaching the quietest corner of the school. The corner where he would be all alone.

Just him and his thoughts.

You don’t need friends.

As his grandfather always told him.

You don’t need friends.

As his grandfather always encouraged him.

You don’t need friends.

As his grandfather let him know he was better than everyone who had ever turned their back on him.

Emilio would sit on the windowsill every school break making notes in his notepad. He would occasionally raise his head to look at other people and then at his shadow. Faceless and lifeless.

But it was always there.

Unlike everyone he ever dared to call his friends.

Emilio stopped in the middle of the classroom and took out his pocket watch. Most of the time he opened it not because he needed to know the time. He looked at the portrait of his family. The only people who loved him. The only people who made him feel like he wasn’t alone.

He couldn’t recall how he and Verónica got close. He could only recall a sense of dread looming over him like a shadow that accompanied him all those years. It was the fear of ruining everything, and it had never left him.

But Verónica wasn’t about to leave either. By this day it was beyond Emilio’s comprehension why she fell in love with him. With someone so aloof and arrogant. But he never asked her that ever since they got married. His pride didn’t let him question his own worth.

They don’t deserve you.

As his grandfather always told him.

They don’t deserve you.

As his grandfather always encouraged him.

They don’t deserve you.

As his grandfather let him know he was better than everyone who had ever turned their back on him.

Emilio approached the desk and took a seat, twirling a wallet in his hands again.

Valerio was nothing like Verónica. He was no different from all the traitors he had known.

He had to earn his friendship if he wanted him to view him as his equal.

He had to show him how special he was if he wanted him to acknowledge him.

He had to break into his life and become an integral part of it if he wanted him to never abandon him.

He had to prove that he wasn’t replaceable.

[ladyylavenderrr]

A Stitch In Time but Garak gets put in a Palandine and Barkan sandwich so this book is slightly less depressing

[a-lovely-weirdo123]

Heyo! How are 'ya?

Tired from finals-

Thanks for checking in :))

[pigeonstab]

HI PIGEON!!!!!! :D

How are you how was your day? How are your beautiful cat buddies?

Also spotty gang is here

Hi Charlie!!!!! the kitties are so cuteee (as always) and my real life kitties are doing good!

I had a very nice day and I started making this vvv

[jimalim]

My favorite type of post on this site (updated version) are cybertruck fails

[ezustvarju]

26. Garbage

[mystiika]

is there no good blacklist option anymore? because i know there's the filtered tags in the regular tumblr settles but it doesn't hide the post completely, it just covers it up & shows the keyword you have blocked

& in theory that's fine but if there's a url i've blacklisted i don't want to see anything of them at all then it sucks. its not triggering or anything at least, just annoying. especially in the case of if there's a blog that posts a lot in a tag i follow & it fills it up with content that has be wondering if i should just unfollow & call it a day

so if anyone has any suggestions i'm all ears !