#and christopher dammit

[clockwork-carstairs]

the last hours was actually so tragic. like maybe it’s the edwardian london thing that makes it seem more tragic to me but damn all that miscommunication made them all so LONELY and isolated when they didn’t have to be. in tid even when will thought he was cursed he had jem, and even when he was being awful to tessa she still had other people in her life like jem and sophie. jem and tessa had no family, but they had people they talked to and shared their fears with. in the dark artifices, they’re this really strong family unit, the tragedy is horrible but there’s a network around them all (blackthorns + emma + kit) so no one’s really alone.

but in the last hours like….these kids HAVE parents and friend groups and supposed best friends even, yet they seem more isolated than any other series mains. james doesn’t tell anyone about the gracelet and what he went through (fair enough bec it was terrible and traumatising). but then it’s not just that. cordelia isn’t telling anyone what she’s going through. lucie isn’t telling anyone what she’s going through (trying to bring someone back to life???) – and they’re supposedly best friends and future parabatai! and matthew isn’t telling anyone what he’s going through, not his parabatai either, and no one wants to address how visibly he’s suffering. and grace, she’s actually alone. and it just seems so lonely and sad and they all seem so isolated even though they shouldn’t be, because unlike the tid and tda mains, the tlh lot actually have parents and their own homes (for the most part). the start of chain of thorns especially is just really painful because they’re all suffering ALONE when they all have people around them they just don’t bridge the gap. it just feels so lonely which is almost ironic bec what about the friendship of the merry thieves and the parabatai bonds and best friendship?

[bye-bye-sugar-blue-eyes]

Based off of this post and a Reddit story Smosh read a while back:

Buck visiting Shannon's grave to talk to her. To update her on how Chris and Eddie are doing. To thank her for bringing Chris into the world. To tell her he'll try to love them both at least half as much as she did. To apologize that he got more time with them than she did.

Eddie sees Buck's location on his phone (because of course they would have each other's locations) and drives over there. He starts to walk up to him but when he hears Buck talking he stops a little ways behind him. His eyes well up as he listens.

Then he walks forward, startling Buck.

"Now let me tell you a little about this man, here." He puts a hand on Buck's shoulder. "He has been so good to our boy from day one. He built him a skateboard, he saved him from a tsunami, hell I put him in my will a year after meeting him, Shan. Some days he's a better dad than me. So... if something happens to me and I see you again a little too soon... Chris is in good hands." He turns to look at Buck. "We both are."

[every-single-day]

Christopher Sieber not getting a Tony nom is so SICK and TWISTED

[super-lupus]

Bring back Christian Bale to play Thomas Wayne Flashpoint Batman I'm not fucking kidding

[italktotherain97]

So yeah... question...

How did my emotional support weewoo show became my emotional trauma weewoo show?!

I keep randomly crying for no fucking reason...

I just want my 118 firefam to be happy... please let them be happy... that's all i ask...

[ryind]

SPOILERS FOR OPPENHEIMER BY THE WAY BECAUSE I HAVE WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS MOVIE AND WANT TO DISSECT IT

Okay so I know there are some very reasonable and valuable complaints, comments, and criticisms about Oppenheimer and how it handles the ACTUAL victims of the war, martyrizing Oppenheimer, an arguably very gray character in reality for more reasons than the atomic bomb and...trying to poison his mentor. You know. The basics.

THAT SAID I AM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR CILLIAN MURPHY'S PORTRAYAL OF OPPENHEIMER LIKE I HAVE A 3 IN 1 DEAL FOR HYPERFIXATIONS RIGHT NOW I THINK BECAUSE WE HAVE THE ACTUAL MOVIE, CILLIAN, AND THEN OPPENHEIMER. AGH. LOSING MY MIND. PICKING APART EVERY SCENE AND DETAIL WHILE ALSO GUSHING ABOUT CILLIAN'S PERFORMANCE.

on that note here's some things I worked out about the movie, or rather, my takes on them for those curious (some of these are definitely a stretch, but I like seeing how far I can push a metaphor once I find one, so here we go):

Lotta controversy about the "I am become death" quote during the sex scene, which, fair. I can see why they included it though, upon reflection. In the moment, it just feels like a strange foreshadowing of the bomb itself, which did Not resonate with me and seemed fairly jarring, but upon closer inspection, I think the relevance of that quote in *that* context is that this is the first person Oppenheimer lost. Jean needed Oppenheimer, and he blamed himself for her suicide (or murder, maybe). This was the first time he "became death, destroyer of worlds"; the first marble in the bowl, which mirrors Oppie's reaction to the bomb's actual detonation quite well, too, I think. Something terrible has just happened, and yet the expectation is that Oppenheimer shows up and pretends all is well and he isn't horribly damaged, just martyring on.

SECOND

The orange from Rabi might be a bit deep or I might be a bit stupid. Oranges tend to symbolize positivity and aid, so being told to eat one by a friend in his most vulnerable moment is a kindness, hence some symbolism there. I did unpack this deeper though, say, such that oranges need to be peeled to get to the sweetness, and they are one of the sweetest citrus fruits, though they maintain their tang. This represents perfectly how the orange delivery felt in that scene; sweetness from Rabi in a moment of vulnerability, the orange peel gone, the bitter and trauma numbed exterior of Oppenheimer stripped away for just a moment before the sour slammed back in full force. Also just. Really stretching it but oranges being segmented could both represent a fractured mind AND the different perspectives on Oppenheimer as a whole and his reputation to this day.

Oh and General Groves when telling Oppenheimer he's essentially done with him but will ..try? To keep in contact? And update him?? He's buttoning up his coat if I remember right, mirroring his guard getting put up as he ends his amicable dealings and negotiations with Oppenheimer, adding layers and making himself less vulnerable. Oppie, meanwhile, smokes as the quiet, socially acceptable way to perform an anxious ritual.

Also the RAIN. Don't have this one fully unpacked yet and maybe never will but Cillian in an interview mentioned that Nolan described Oppenheimer as "dancing between the raindrops" and this has only half clicked with me but oh well here we go. The basic idea is likely that Oppenheimer doesn't abide by just one grouping of people or their ideas, or hop on any flow bound for one particular destination. Rather, he dances in the space between; in the uncertainty that looms closer towards the ground the further things fall. I think this works decently with what I've listened to and read about Oppenheimer as a person, saying he'd follow recent physics, always growing impatient with the current field he was in and seeking something more...I don't like the use of this word in relation to science but "trendy." I guess the dust particles and whatnot in the headspace sequences work in line with the whole rain theory too in terms of how Oppenheimer doesn't just think about the interactions and the space between, but lives and breathes it as the space between the raindrops; between those that make the biggest splashes, as he gets caught in the ripples. Also given his anti-war rhetoric throughout the movie I feel like there's maybe a fire/water thing going on with him trying to quench the bomb he created but ultimately failing? Who knows. Maybe it's just rain.

Anyways here's all the ramblings I did to myself to reach these conclusions. They are incomprehensible.

[dumbass-rogue]

The decision should have been an Eddie and Chris conversation dammit

[yourmamakira]

Sometimes I feel like my Tumblr/wattapad Followers are just there for decoration.

[pinazee]

I propose SNW doesnt end with kirk taking over the enterprise, but with pike being taken to Talos IV. I dont think they’d rewrite the first 10 eps of TOS per se, but they could show us pieces and other missions we didnt see. Personally, i think they could completely update what are little girls made of and naked time.

We get remakes all the time with books, why not 60 year old tv shows?

Then we get a bonus two seasons where we fast forward and finally get to see Kirks Enterprise complete the five year mission 😭

[clusterbungle]

I desperately want to buy an A2 sized version of this print.

That'll cost £120. And probably delivery on top of that...

I don't care, I'll damn well save up for it!

I've also been searching everywhere for a good print for Doctor Faustus that doesn't have any faces on it because it'll be hanging next to my bed and if I see a face I will not sleep. There's so few options though, I might have to go for a 1984 print instead 🫤

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

All Stars (2014)

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

Christopher Wheeldon's Alice in Wonderland ballet is coming to Sydney and I thought I'd go since it looked cool when it was circulating Tumblr years ago. But alas, it's $200+ for a ticket. I don't know if I can do that.

[handbellanon]

#YEAH#and Something Happened under the rubble and they haven't had the chance to discuss it yet#but their eyes keep meeting warmly and with promise. so so much promise#and it's the whole family together and for the first time you think yeah. they're all going to be alright#they're all together and they have each other and bobby would have wanted this#he would have loved this#and then (AS PER THE OLIVER VIDEO MIND YOU) there's a knock on the door#and chris goes I'LL GET IT#and he opens it. and he goes BOBBY???? (via @griefbespoke)

ok walk with me here for a minute......surprise BBQ for eddie (that buck thinks he helped coordinate) to celebrate the el paso job......but in fact it's a surprise welcome home party for eddie. because he is staying in LA. and the surprise is actually for Buck

[demonic0angel]

Dani inherited Vlad's love of football and the Green Bay Packers, and now the two of them are bonding by watching them demolish the Gotham football team. The Bat boys are also there, seething at losing.

The entire Wayne family sat around the TV, alongside the Masters family, which was only Dani, Vlad, and Dan. All of them were watching the football match on the screen attentively, especially since the Green Bay Packers were currently competing against the Gotham Knights.

And the Gotham Knights... were losing.

Dick stared nervously at the TV, almost reduced to biting on his nails as he watched the screen in desperation. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon—! DAMMIT!!" He wailed as the Packers scored more points.

In sharp contrast, Vlad and his "children" cheered.

Tim stared despondently at the screen. Bruce, from where he was standing nearby, looked grave, as though he was watching a match that would determine the fate of the world.

Vlad crowed smugly to Bruce, "It seems as though I might win the bet, my little Bat. Or shall you surrender early and cut off your losses?"

Bruce grit his teeth. "The Gotham Knights can surely turn back the tides and win this—"

Before he even finished his sentence, he and his children all winced as the Knights lost the football and the Packers gained more points from a few clever maneuvers.

Dani whooped and even Dan was cheering loudly, throwing his hands in the air in celebration.

"Woohoo! In your faces!! 41-0!!"

Damian, not quite understanding the point of the game but still knowing enough, muttered, "I just know it's that Christopher Campbell's fault."

[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

[Special Reward Successfully Claimed.]

Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 11

The calm after the battle barely lasted. Portals still flickered like scars in the sky, waiting to burst open again. Though the latest threat was repelled, no one believed it was over.

The recent battle had left scars across the city—and across everyone's hearts. But there was no time to rest. Hunters from around the world gathered for a joint training initiative under the Korean Hunter Association. They needed to be faster. Stronger. Ready. Because this fragile peace was temporary, and everyone felt it.

On the Association’s largest training grounds, the top Hunters were already at it—stretching, sparring, sharpening their reflexes. Among them were the absolute best: Sung Jinwoo. Cha Hae In. Liu Zhigang. Thomas Andre. Goto Ryuji. Lennart Niermann. Christopher Reed.

And there was Y/N, standing slightly apart, quiet but unmistakably there. Not a licensed Hunter. No official ranking. But she was here. She’d fought alongside Sung Jinwoo, cutting through monsters like a scythe through paper.

Some whispered. Some stared. Y/N ignored it.

Because it might be.

“Time to pair up,” Go Gunhee’s voice boomed across the field. “Choose wisely. Push each other. We need to be faster. Stronger. Smarter.”

Cha Hae In was already walking toward Jinwoo.

“I’d like to spar with you,” she said, polite and composed. “You’re the strongest. I’ll test my limits against the best.”

Y/N sighed and crossed her arms. Of course. The main couple vibes are strong today.

As Hae In and Jinwoo faced each other in the middle of the field, Y/N’ thoughts spiraled.

“Cha Hae-In is the perfect partner for Jinwoo, I can’t deny that. The silent, noble knight type. Total power couple material. But if we’re going practical, Joonhee is the best choice. She’s been there from the start! When Jinwoo was still weak, rank E, practically jobless. That’s loyalty! Ride or die! Dammit! Why is it always the blonde beauty?!” She glared at Hae In’s gleaming hair. “What about dark-haired women?” Y/N flicked a strand of her own black hair. “Villainess energy right here! Hmph!”

Jinwoo and Hae In stood opposite each other on the sparring mat. No weapons. Just hand-to-hand combat. Raw speed. Raw strength.

The two of them were like shadows and light, moving so quickly most eyes couldn’t follow.

But… Jinwoo’s attention wasn’t entirely on Hae In. His gaze kept flicking toward Y/N. Who, at that very moment, was chatting and smiling with Liu.

Jinwoo blocked Hae In’s strike a second too late. Her fist grazed his jaw.

“Distracted?” she asked, arching a brow. “Eyes over here, Sung Jinwoo.”

Jinwoo exhaled through his nose. He refocused… mostly. But the territorial flare in his eyes was hard to miss.

Meanwhile,

It was Liu Zhigang. The strongest hunter in China and one of the five National Level Hunters, ranking 2nd in the world. And he was smiling. At her. Golden eyes gleaming, like he was sizing up his next favorite person. “We meet again.” he said smoothly. “It would be a pleasure to spar.”

Y/N blinked. Externally? She tilted her head, gave a tiny, polite nod, and said, “Sure. I’ll go easy on you.” Voice calm. Totally collected. Cool as a cucumber.

Internally? System Notification: “Y/N.exe has stopped working.” Her brain slammed the red “EMERGENCY” button. Sirens were going off. Cue the internal screaming cat meme: “AAAAAAA!” Her inner self was slamming her fists on a table screaming, “NOTICE ME SENPAI!” And somewhere in the back of her mind? A tiny version of her was ugly crying while waving a Liu Zhigang body pillow.

Get it together, she screamed at herself, pasting a composed expression on her face. She was a professional. A fighter. Not some fangirl. (But oh, she was absolutely going to write about this in her diary later.)

Their spar began. He was fast. Fluid. But Y/N was ruthless.

Liu was fast. Precise. His strikes were surgical. But Y/N fought differently—more like someone used to reacting on instinct, unpredictable and fluid.

She ducked under a jab, sidestepped a low sweep, then planted a sharp punch right in his ribs. He grunted, stepping back. Then she spun, kicking his leg out from under him. He hit the ground hard.

And Jinwoo… Jinwoo was done watching. His spar with Hae In ended abruptly when he shoved her back gently but firmly. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I need to switch.”

Hae In’s brows knit together. “Distracted again?” she asked, half amused, half exasperated. “Careful. One of these days, that’s going to cost you.”

But Jinwoo wasn’t listening anymore. He was already stalking toward Y/N.

“Switch,” Jinwoo told Liu flatly.

Liu raised a brow but backed off with a shrug.

Y/N blinked.

Then Hae In called. The blonde stood ready, calm and focused. “Y/N, Let’s spar.”

Y/N cracked her knuckles. “Thought you’d never ask.”

No weapons. Just raw skill.

They circled each other, the tension thick. Hae In struck first—clean and fast. A palm aimed for Y/N’ shoulder. Y/N slipped under, pivoting, and aimed a knee at Hae In’s ribs.

Blocked.

They moved like dancers—fluid and graceful. Strike. Block. Counter.

Y/N smiled. “You’re good.”

“You’re better than I thought,” Hae In admitted.

Then Hae In pushed harder, her sword aura flickering around her fists even without a blade. She punched, and the air shuddered. Y/N blocked, sliding back, feet skidding across the dirt.

Y/N’ grin widened. “Now we’re talking.”

She darted forward, ducked low, and swept Hae In’s legs. Hae In flipped mid-air and landed on her feet.

Then they both lunged. Fists clashed. Shockwaves cracked the ground.

The other hunters stopped to watch. Even Chrispher Reed whistled in appreciation. “These women,” he muttered, impressed.

They shared a faint smile. For a moment, there was peace.

Y/N blinked as the tremor rolled through the training ground like a localized earthquake. Loose tiles cracked. Dust sprayed into the air. Nearby Hunters stumbled back, some scrambling for balance.

Boom!

A shockwave ripped through the air, and the noise that followed was like a thunderclap inside an enclosed space.

And there he was. Sung Jinwoo. Standing in the middle of the wreckage… With Liu still struggling to get back on his feet.

And then there was Y/N.

Already seated cross-legged on the sidelines, her face puffed out like an annoyed chipmunk, a juice box stuck firmly in her hands.

SSSSLURP.

She sucked aggressively through the straw, the noise cutting through the calm like a sword slash. Her eyes squinted ever so slightly as she glared at the two national-level hunters like they owed her rent.

The sparring session had left everyone winded but strangely satisfied. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, offering a brief sense of accomplishment and unity. Even Y/N found herself smiling, stretched out on the training field, towel draped over her head, watching Jinwoo.

This isn’t so bad, she thought, chest warming.

But peace never lasted. And far away, behind the veil of dimensions, unseen eyes watched.

In the space between realms, where no life should exist, an ancient presence stirred.

A massive throne of fused bone and molten obsidian floated in the dark. Coiled upon it, like a slumbering cataclysm, was Antares, the King of Dragons. His wings folded tightly against his body, his molten gold eyes half-lidded as he listened.

Below him, circling the ruins of a once-great battlefield, were his Ancient Dragons—each one older than the Monarch War, older than the age of men. Titans of scale and fury, their voices echoed in a guttural tongue that made the void itself quake.

“The Balance Keeper walks,” growled Kardum, a dragon with iron plates covering his head like a war helm. His voice sounded like continents grinding together. “The girl.”

“Y/N,” spat Zerathul, his scales oozing venom as his long neck twisted toward Earth’s pale glow. “She stands with the Shadow Monarch… the Ashborn’s heir.”

“The others are dead,” rumbled Veyraxis, the oldest of them all. Her wings were torn, ancient wounds that had never healed. “Ashborn. Beast. Plague. Frost. All gone.” Her teeth bared in a grin of bone and rot. “But we remain.”

Antares slowly opened his eyes. They glowed with smoldering fire.

“You remain because I remain,” he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of inevitable ruin.

The dragons fell silent, watching their king. Antares rose from his throne, each movement like a continent rising from the sea. His gaze drifted to the image of Earth, suspended before them—a fragile blue jewel against endless black.

“She is the last piece,” Antares said. “The Balance Keeper. The one Ashborn hid from us all.”

“She does not know,” Kardum said, flexing his talons. “She doubts,” hissed Zerathul. “She falters,” Veyraxis added.

Antares smiled. “Good.”

A clawed hand hovered over the floating image of Y/N. “Break her balance… and the Primordial Hunger awakens. A force even I do not control.”

Zerathul’s slit eyes gleamed. “Then why summon it?”

Antares' wings unfolded like a shadow blotting out a sun. “Because when the Hunger fully awakens… there will be nothing left to balance. No rulers. No monarchs. No armies.” His gaze hardened. “Only dragons.”

The dragons hissed their approval, fire leaking from their mouths.

“Prepare the legions,” Antares ordered, his voice a promise of extinction. “We will burn their world. We will break the Balance Keeper.”

“And if the Shadow Monarch stands in our way?” Kardum asked, baring obsidian teeth.

Antares laughed, deep and cruel. “Then he will fall beside her.”

The dragons roared their agreement. Their wings spread wide as they took flight into the void, each one dragging with them an army of horrors.

The war had begun.

Dear Diary,

(Or as I like to call you: my therapist I don’t have to pay. >:) )

I’m in trouble. Not dungeon-trouble. Not "oh no, the world is ending" trouble. Worse. I am in romantic trouble.

I think… I might be falling for Sung. Jinwoo. (!!!) And I know what you’re gonna say: “But Y/N, you’re the quirky side character who crashes into portals and accidentally teleports into showers. He’s the main lead! The hero! You’re just a guest star in this world!”

EXACTLY. I was supposed to root for him and Cha Hae In, maybe cheer from the sidelines while eating popcorn and dodging ice spears. NOT… get confused because he keeps doing these things.

Like yesterday.

We were training. (Which I agreed to because I’m not a coward… okay, I was bribed with snacks but that’s not the point.) And I tripped. Like a loser. (Classic me.) But instead of laughing or stepping over my face like a normal apex predator, Jinwoo caught me. And—listen carefully—he tucked my hair behind my ear. BEHIND. MY. EAR. WHO DOES THAT?! And his hand lingered, like he was memorizing my face. I don’t even know what face I was making but I’m pretty sure it was somewhere between "blinking goldfish" and "loading screen."

I thought, “Okay, cool, maybe I imagined it.” But then today, he made me tea. Like, actual tea. With honey. Because “you’ve been pushing yourself lately.” BRO. He noticed. He’s not supposed to notice! I’m not even his type! Right? I mean, Cha Hae In is literally a goddess with silky blonde hair and sparkly vibes. I’m over here in all black looking like I’m about to kick someone’s shin in a villainess cosplay.

AND THEN—get this—he smiled. Like, softly. At me. And I felt my brain rebooting. If he keeps this up, I might actually… Nope. No. Not happening.

I’m a side character. This is temporary. He’s just nice. Like, super nice. Dangerously nice. The kind of nice that makes you think about stuff. Like… cuddling. And holding hands. And— NOPE. We are NOT going there.

But if he does the ear-tuck thing again, I’m suing. Or kissing him. (I need help.)

Send snacks. And maybe a reality check. Or a portal home. Preferably not cracked.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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[nikolaj-costerwaldau]

"Dammit, I happen to love this country."

OPPENHEIMER (2023), dir. Christopher Nolan