#amenable to reason

[teamhangaround]

Still obsessed with this fic... Fan art for the wonderful Amenable to reason

[golden-reedwolf]

Actual hell country

[prjctdiva]

honestly the fact that so many people are coming out of the woodwork to mourn YOI after 7 years of nothing is further proof that MAPPA fumbled in ways I did not think were even possible

[mugentakeda]

not even harvards top scientists could understand the complexities of the azula-iroh beef lore that i made up in my head

(silly bonus under the cut)

[wuntrum]

not that i necessarily stan Any celebrity but, earning massive dev patel stan points at the moment (most likely the first person in maine to watch this film... because most of the theaters are closed today 😭)

[risingsunresistance]

I think Skyblock, at its core, is the ultimate challenge in resource management. You spawn on a tiny island in an empty universe. All you have is a tree, some supplies, and some dirt to stand on. You have to treasure every dirt block, because if one falls into the void, there's no way to replace it. And as you carefully navigate your absurd circumstance, you gain a new appreciation for the few things you have as you meticulously use them to their fullest effect. With nothing but some ice, lava, and saplings, you slowly transform this empty expanse into a world of your very own. Skyblock teaches us that, no matter how ridiculous the odds may seem, within us resides the power to overcome these challenges and achieve something beautiful---that one day, we'll look back at where we started and be amazed by how far we've come.

[laptopcius]

This is literally them:

[tswwwit]

Isn't Bill like... Rich rich... Like multi universal rich, if so-

1. Why does he live in dippers shabby apartment/house most of the time

2. Does he help with bills (heh) and financial problems?

3. Imagine reincar!dip being a broke college student that's barely hanging by a thread, and is getting kicked out of his apartment next month, and he's like "man, should I get a sugar daddy or something, where would I even find one, it's not like they appear out of thin air after I turn 18" Sighs and blows out the candle on his 18th birthday candle and Bill literally materializes out of thin air in front of dipper

4. Does he sometimes buy random/weird shit online to annoy dipper with (ex: comically large spoon, those robot dogs/cats, etc)

To invade his personal space and living situation! Generally to be a nosy little pest. Bill prefers to bother his mortal in the limited time he's around rather than hang out in the ol' humdrum of his place, and the run-down shabby hangouts Dipper ends up in are charming in their own Very Dipper kind of way!

Sure does! If he remembers that other bills exist. Not something he has to think about most of the time. Plus, Dipper has an independent streak that's against being too dependent on his husband most of the time, so on occasion he might object to Bill forking out the dough - but he'll suck it up in a bad situation.

A Most Excellent Scenario!

Yes, definitely, absolutely. Novelty is always a plus! It's also neat to buy 'gifts' for Dipper, that are like. Those chocolate bullets where one of them has a habenero center, only this set is all peppers.

[teamhangaround]

I've been very much obsessed with this wonderful fic called Amenable to Reason, so much so that I needed to make some fanart.

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Shallow Grave. Alex Law is at the centre of the piece, face set in an anxious grin. His eyebrows are furrowed in worry. There's a drill hole in his forehead that's dripping blood, and also a knife in his left shoulder that is also bloody. He's stuck in a vast pile of dirt, which travels up to his waist. One of his hands is slightly submerged while the other is pulling a telephone out of the dirt. The latter one is near some drops of blood on the ground. Further down, there's a pile of money seemingly beneath the dirt. Further up and behind Alex, there's the silhouettes of two graves and a shovel leaning on the second one. The first is very bloody, while the other has less blood splattered on. The night sky is dark and starless, though there is a bright red moon in the sky. The colours for the piece are similarly red-toned.]

Inktober - Day 24 (Shallow)

Film - Shallow Grave (Danny Boyle, 1994)

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

Pokémon Horizons Episode 24 spoilers under the cut!

HEY AMETHIO BESTIE WHAT DOES THAT MEAN . WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

[molagboop]

High-echelon Mawkin suit modules can be pretty wild, and the Energy conversion module in Raven Beak's suit is no exception.

When exposed to an active current or energy field, the module accounts for the level of charged particles in the local atmosphere and converts the detected matter to power. Most substantial forms of power and radiation are compatible with its function, and it's calibrated to work more efficiently when exposed to substantially powerful forms of plasmic matter.

The conversion module is similar to (but should not be confused with) the thermal charge module, which charges the power suit in extreme heat. That technology is also implemented in the protective exosuits found in Cataris' lava zone. The Mawkin use thermal energy to power a number of their facilities: that they'd implement it in their more mobile works is only natural.

Back to the subject at hand, the conversion module's practicality is twofold: to keep Raven Beak's suit sufficiently charged and to maintain his vigor in battle. His particular biometric modifications are such that his suit, combined with his level of physical fitness, can theoretically keep him fighting without fear of exhaustion in perpetuity.

Raven Beak's juiced up version of lightning armor is the inverse of this module: it absorbs charged particles for the purpose of coalescing into a projected wave. The use of lightning armor in this manner negates the function of the conversion module for restorative purposes. Additionally, lightning armor works best against oncoming projectiles, while the reactive conversion module is at its peak when the suit is exposed to ambient radiation or concentrated, consistent flows of power.

Suffice to say, Raven Beak is probably the only person who could stick a fork in an electrical socket and have it do the exact opposite of killing him.

[limerental]

ficletvember 2023 - day 18

calanthe/meve (implied meve/reynard)

During a Cintran banquet, Meve and Calanthe reminisce on their time together as girls. this is a twn & book canon-blended calanthe because i love her show versions voice and poise but not her whole genocide thing. with that shaved off, the character's fairly similar.

The Cintran banquet hall was as loud with song and laughter as it ever was for royal visits. Though perhaps there were some monarchs who earned a more lavish welcome. Meve had some suspicions that the kings of the North would have not been welcomed with such excess and excitement.

The Queen of Rivia and Lyria visited Cintra once per year at Calanthe's invitation, just as she had visited as a girl. 

Much had changed since the first time young Meve had arrived by humble carriage accompanied only by her elderly handmaiden. Her figure had still been boyish and her hair a tousled mess, endlessly paining her poor handmaiden by tugging her neat plaits free the moment she was out of sight. 

These days, she refused to travel meekly in carriages but rode at the front of her retinue on her favourite grey stallion, wearing ceremonial armour in brilliant gold and waving to huddles of peasants stopped to watch the procession, occasionally breaking ranks to leave the march and kiss the crowns of offered babes.

She and Calanthe had changed a great deal since their girlhood days running through the castle's hallways hand in hand and up to trouble, but that spark of mischief still gleamed in Cali's eyes.

“Do you remember the time we stole those cavalry horses?” asked Calanthe beside her at the head table, nudging their shoulders together. 

“How could I forget? My handmaiden threatened to paddle me raw,” said Meve into her goblet of wine, mindful of being overheard.

“Not even for the theft!” Calanthe laughed, far less mindful. “But for–”

“Riding astride,” Meve finished.

She remembered the day fondly despite its end. She and Calanthe had dressed as stableboys to tack their horses, wearing caps over their hair and almost giving themselves away with their breathless giggling. They had ridden from the stables without being caught, their mounts frothing at the bit for a gallop.

In late summer fields sweet with the scent of fresh-cut hay, the girls had leaned over the sweating necks of the horses to race headlong beside one another, their caps blown off by the brilliant speed, laughing.

The girls would have been in far more trouble than they were when they returned by evening, had anyone known what they got up to together when dismounting to bathe in a sunlit pool. 

Though crow's feet now wrinkled at the corners of her eyes, Cali's smile was the same as it had been then, a secret thing for Meve alone. It seemed far too bold to look at her in ways that warmed through Meve's body in full view of the entire banquet hall. 

Not a soul seemed to notice or care.

No one had noticed back then either, or if they had, their girlhood dalliances had been dismissed as nothing but a trifling distraction, unimportant as long as they respected their betrothals to their kings. 

There had certainly been moments of private disrespect leading up to their wedding days. Cali amused herself greatly with a recurring jest where she mixed up which of their future husbands was king of where and who was marrying who. 

There had been frequent disrespect after their marriages as well. Her tumbles with her oldest friend continued as they always had, Reginald and Roegner none the wiser.

“I would have married you instead,” Cali had said once, her lips moving against the skin of Meve's belly. “If I had a cock, we'd sire an heir ourselves.”

Meve had burnt pink and said, “if you had a cock, you'd have too many bastards to determine the line of succession.”

Meve shifted in her seat, wishing she had waited to recall that memory when there weren't still hours left of feasting before she and Calanthe would be alone together.

A commotion in the crowd of revellers below served as a suitable distraction.

“Young Cirilla's spent some time of late on Skellige I see,” said Meve.

The young princess, ten summers and every inch the duplicate of Calanthe, had seemingly been involved in a conflict with several boys twice her size. Though her guard had stopped the girl from clambering over the top of the table to scrap with them, she still brandished a fork in a raised arm like a Skelligen raider would have a spear.

Calanthe snorted in amusement.

“Poor lads. I dread the terror she'll be to manage once she's of age and discovers how much every young boy fawns over her,” said Calanthe. “She detests them now but…”

“Simple retribution for the stress you caused your late mother,” Meve said. Together, they watched the protesting princess escorted from the hall for bed.

“Pity she wasn't a son,” Calanthe sighed. 

“Would be no guarantee to solve your troubles. I fear my own sons won't be fit for the crown.” 

Villem had just aged thirteen but was as soft and meek as a maiden, and Anseis had inherited his father's dull mind along with her temper.

“At least you're free to rule as you please in their stead,” grumbled Calanthe, followed by a few choice vulgar words under her breath about Cintran lawmakers and where they could shove their decrees.

“I always wanted a daughter,” Meve confessed. During her first pregnancy, she had been convinced by every old wive's tale she knew that the babe she carried was a girl. Perhaps that had been some premonition of Villem's nature.

“There's still time, isn't there? Remarry.”

Meve laughed. “No man would agree to a marriage unless I conceded the throne.”

“Then don't remarry. Every northern king's sired a dozen bastards apiece. Why should a queen be any different?”

“I fear I have few prospects for such a venture,” Meve said with a sigh. As if she would ever consider planning something so improper. Though she could not deny the appeal of finding a man to bed. There were some days and especially some nights when she found herself recalling even the uninspired sameness of Reginald's dull love-making with nostalgic yearning.  “There are few men these days who I would trust to bare my ankle before, let alone to…”

Meve set down her goblet. It was becoming apparent that she'd imbibed too much already.

“Hmmmm I can think of one suitable prospect,” said Calanthe, leering. “If you don't, I will.”

Meve followed Calanthe's eyes to where General Odo stood at stiff attention at the end of the table, arms clasped behind his back.

Trustworthy described Reynard well. Reginald's former adviser took very seriously his late king's deathbed request to extend his devotion to Meve. 

And Meve could not deny that he was handsome. Would be more handsome still if he were not perpetually frowning.

But no, the general's interactions with her had only ever been courteous and withdrawn. Given Meve had never heard a single bit of gossip in regards to Reynard and courtship,  she was beginning to wonder if he did not prefer the company of women at all.

“He's been looking your way all evening,” Calanthe murmured suggestively.

“Hush,” said Meve. 

General Odo did not look her way and largely looked like he'd rather be in bed than amongst the drunken crowd. She knew he would not retire until she did, distrustful of the sobriety of Calanthe's guards.

The hour was late. Soon, the minstrels would pluck their last notes and the masses would begin to stumble off.

Though ordinarily Calanthe prided herself in outlasting most of her cavorting subjects and remaining in the hall well into the night, that evening, she leaned close to Meve and whispered in her ear.

“You have no need of a man tonight,” she said, her voice barely a breath. 

Meve and Calanthe retired together arm in arm, giggling like girls once they'd reached the secluded passageway that led to the royal chambers.

The mattress was as soft as air, and Calanthe’s touch was firm and focused.

In another life, perhaps the marriage bed she had shared with her late husband would have been happier, had Meve never known from Cali the heights of pleasure a woman could reach.

Bare and sated, they caught their breath against sweat-warm skin and kissed long and sweet.

“Come with me to the islands this summer,” Calanthe said against her lips. “Eist and I have an arrangement, you know. We may share him, if you’d like.”

Meve went pink at the thought. It would be nice to allow herself a moment of rest. Perhaps Cirilla and her sons would get along. 

“Summer,” she agreed. 

“We’ll be horse thieves for old time’s sake. Gallop across the sand,” said Calanthe. Her eyes closed as she spoke, trailing fingers along Meve’s flank. “We’ll strip down and leap into the water. Like we did then. I’ll kiss you like the first time.”

Calanthe kissed her in a swell of breath, as thought to demonstrate.

Before the summer, Cintra burned.

[theinfinitedivides]

"do i need to speak about the bisexual agenda more than i already have" yes do. I noticed the same thing on my rewatch, and I was like where are all the guys in the second half?

look i still have not watched the film i am waiting for November when it will drop so i can scream about it better rn i am going purely off vibes and the MVs. specifically the NRV MV bc why are all the guys just vibing with him in the middle of the road. why is there so much sexual tension there. why is Azad watching his father and shaking his head like 'the old man is at it again he's being bisexual again' excuse me???? like you are not giving off bby!bi vibes with your aesthetic???? pot calling the kettle black much sir???? they put the same bisexual lighting on both of you later in the song ffs

idk to me personally it feels like the older Shah Rukh gets the queerer the characters he plays and i uh. hmm. that's interesting

[spearxwind]

sea of thieves rly was like. we are delaying the tenth season soo much its gonna be soooo good you guys <33 and dropping hints for more hunters call content and then the reveal drops and its just guilds. in the year of our lord 2023 (and one more mid world event i guess. coming a month after that but initially planned to be the one thing in season 11. and also the singleplayer mode coming in on december so two months into the "season")

[boltgunkiller-archive]

ok i don’t have many klaine headcanons myself but i have like One that i think of quite frequently. and it’s that blaine takes kurt’s last name when they get married