whenever i see another tiktok girlie talking about how she wishes to have been a fangirl in 2010s i feel like a seasoned veteran overhearing a foolish youngin boasting about wanting to go to war for glory and adventure. you naive little idiot. you know nothing. you understand nothing. you weren't there in the trenches. i have seen things, terrible things. i cannot plug in my phone charger at night without being plagued by the visions of Him
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I don't know how to word this but Dad!Ghost who's gotten softer around the middle(proudly gained that extra weight thanks to your cooking) and can't help chuckling to himself when his little girl proudly pats her tummy after dinner and tells you "that was a good meal mama" in the same tone Ghost uses. Already taking after her old man...(he's never been happier)
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Friday was my last day at Valve.
Leaving a job full of people and projects you love is always hard, but I have a pretty good reason for it this time around:
Next Monday is my first day at Cyan.
Feels appropriate to announce this on Riven's anniversary, the game that is entirely to blame for who I am as a concept artist and Art Director. WHO WOULD I EVEN BE if I hadn't had my 11yo mind blown by the little wahrk gallows counting toy in the Rivenese schoolhouse??? It's a mystery.
I can’t talk about what's on the horizon just yet—short of helping to get Riven out the door—but I’m thrilled to finally be a part of this studio, officially, after thirty years of wistful pining. If my ancient Riven fanart is anything to go by, it's been a long time comin.'😎
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> new series release (space babies) coincided with the uk seeing the northern lights for the first time in years
> the devil’s chord coincided with paul mccartney’s long-missing hofner bass guitar being found, by a doctor who fan no less
> boom coincided with an actual meteor crash
> 73 yards is coinciding with a rise in bizarre supposedly-occult animal sacrifice rituals in britain (the folk horror part) and rishi sunak finally calling a general election (the political drama part)
> hypothesis: russell t davies has somehow managed to tune in to the universe’s divine frequency ??
> conclusion: messing with the forces of fate, cause&effect and coincidence, even if it’s for the pop culture franchise you’re showrunning, actually turns it into an egregore, but only if it’s been going for long enough (sixty fucking years to the dot) and watched by enough people (tens of millions). which it has
> ergo, postscriptum: television magick is real and is being unintentionally performed by the creators + audience of the world’s silliest science fiction show
> /jk. unless?
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Mmm regency!Konig... Bee has a fiance, and is forced to follow him wherever he goes, but she always sees in the corner of her eye Konig in the shadows of pillers, behind trees, he's watching her- and she likes it. She's so board and feels so trapped, that when she sees her mystery man, who looks at her like she's hung the stars in the sky and her Fiance like the scum of the earth.
Oh yesyesyesyesyesyesyes OK coupled with another anon that asked about regency König being, well, an Austrian King?
Not a shadow, a presence. A massive, powerful, presence that no one can ignore. Since he's a visiting royal König would of course be introduced at the first major ball of the season, he'd be the guest of honor at the most important and influential parties. Your fiance makes it a point to introduce himself to König, he's got dreams of international business and a king is a big fish. You're used to him passing over you, used to not being introduced, to being ignored, but König's eyes hold you in place. They burn with a barely concealed fury that you have yet to be introduced to him. He holds up a hand to stop your fiance's blathering and bows his head to you. A king! Bowing to you! You drop into a low curtsy and he offers a hand to help you up, leans down to press his lips against your knuckles. Your fiance makes a hasty introduction, but you hardly hear it.
König's eyes hold you with every promise that your fiance has never made to you. Every warmth and pleasure, respect you never would have dreamed of. "If you were mine," they seem to say, "I would never let you forget it." You and your fiance are hurried away so he can greet the next guest, your fiance muttering about how he's sure König had been interested in his business proposal. You hum, and look over your shoulder to find him watching you. In fact every time you look around for König he's watching you. It's like he can't stop, doesn't want to stop. It burns in your stomach, you try to move more elegantly, tip your head prettily. Your fiance hardly notices, but you suspect König does.
And oh, he does. He can't help but notice every twitch, every movement, every centimeter of you. You're fiance is either an idiot or a pile of shit made sentient not to know what he has following him around. You're like an angel. Your smile, your laugh, your poise(and lack of it, he smiles watching you step on your fiance's toes dancing), you're captivating. König has always gotten what he wants, he is king after all, and what he wants is you. He won't leave until he has you. You'll be married by the end of the season, but not to that fucker standing next to you, oh no. You'll be marrying König, you just don't know it yet.
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