#draft clear out

[kotaromita]

PRSK NPCs as textposts and other miscellaneous memes episode TWENTY one of many!

Vivid BAD SQUAD part 8 featuring my mega rarepairs and, as always, my son Kotaro.

[hungergameshyperfixation]

Other versions

[chambertomb]

It's really amazing how despite having no real reason to behave like a neurotic rodent I still do anyways. Love wins

[petit-papillion]

"From my side, I am in red. I thought it's obvious how much I love Ferrari and how much I want to come back to winning with Ferrari. So from that side, there's not much more to say, to me, it's very clear."

His face at the end....

🎥 Sky Italia | 16 March 2023

[artbyblastweave]

I remember meeting a guy at a bar a year or so ago who told me he worked at the international consortium that does the porn parodies of all the top-grossing film releases. He said that the whole Barbenheimer situation presented his combine with some spectacular highs and lows. Because he said that with Barbie, right, the thing about Barbie is that there's already kind of a three-way ideatic, structural parallel between the curated artificiality of Barbie as a children's toy, the curated artificiality of Barbie as a mass market film, and the curated artificiality of pornography as a genre. Add on top of that that Barbie as a film is already feeling this tension, right where it's trying to be about a character graduating from the platonic sexlessness of a children's franchise to the functional-and-frank sexuality of being a living human woman, but it's also being bogged down in the "Everyone-is-beautiful-no-one-is-horny" aesthetic restrictions of any contemporary big-budget mass-market film so the two states end up looking pretty similar, he said. I mean the film itself is very aware of that tension, right, with that joke about how "casting Margot Robbie is the wrong move if you want to make that point," all that jazz. So, all that in mind, Barbie-themed pornography, he said, is in a weird way actually kind of complementary to the extant project, gesturing at unaddressed tensions and ideas, a dark mirror, the shadow self it wants to deny but can't, there's a lot of room to play in the space. He used the adjective "Lynchian" a couple of times, he seemed super stoked, he was talking with his hands. Oppenheimer, on the other hand. Oppenheimer he said presented a problem. Because obviously you can eroticize the detonation of an atomic bomb, we're all probably three mutuals removed from someone on this site who does exactly that, but obviously that's a niche market, and moreover it's a market that has a ton of overlap with high-minded thinkers who treat the historical use of atomic weapons against Japan with the level of gravity that atrocity demands. So they were stuck. They were really stuck. He told me that they'd been pulling their hair out for months trying to square the circle and all they had to show for it was a big whiteboard with the phrase "Grope-nheimer" written on it

[frownyalfred]

reactions to Batman coming up to the Watchtower for a JL meeting without his cowl just wearing a domino mask, in order of hilarity:

oh no he’s hot (Clark)

he’s older than I thought he was (Diana)

he’s younger than I thought he was (Hal)

he has hair??? (Barry)

why do I recognize that scar above his left eyebrow? (both Dinah and Ollie, simultaneously)

good lord how is he so hot (still Clark)

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[valtsv]

12th century architect: this cathedral is looking so good. it could still use a little something, though. maybe a scary creature or two?

the grotesque gargoyle:

[sttoru]

satoru has his phone in one hand while the other is patting your head, occasionally twirling a strand of your hair around his forefinger and thumb. he loves moments like these, when you’re cuddling together in bed, quietly enjoying the serenity that comes with it.

that is, until you interrupt the cozy silence with your random request.

“‘toru,” your voice is soft, yet it carries a tinge of pain and fear in it. your shaky breath doesn’t go unnoticed either. you tilt your head back and cup his face with one hand, to which satoru responds with by nuzzling his cheek against your palm.

“don’t you ever die before i do, ‘kay? promise me.”

a frown quickly finds its way onto his features as he lowers his phone, setting it aside on the bed. that statement sure is an unexpectedly gloomy one.

“aww, baby,” satoru sighs softly, reaching up to cover your hand with his own. he brings it close to his lips to press a kiss against your palm. he is about to make a joke—an attempt to lighten the mood—but catches the tears sparkling in your eyes and decides against it.

“of course i won’t,” is his determined reply. satoru gazes into your eyes with a reassuring smile. “don’t you do the same, yeah? because if you were to leave this earth before me. . .”

the light in his eyes dims just thinking about the possibility. he swallows thickly before responding, his tone serious as he declares his undying love for you;

“. . . i’d follow your soul right into the afterlife.”

[ladyhawke]

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really... “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

STARDUST (2007) dir. Matthew Vaughn

[ahhrenata]

more screenshots that inspired the doodles x

[nortism]

Imagine you invite your roommate to hang out with you and your lefty anarchist friends and everyone’s having a great time until roommate starts talking how cool Bill Clinton was and how awesome the American military industrial complex is and how great it is that the American military is present in every country and now you’re the guy who brought the neoliberal to the anarchist meeting and also this guy has never once paid you rent.

Similar thing happened to my good pal Courfeyrac Les Misérables

[hungergameshyperfixation]

Slight “musings” on an older nonspecific Haymitch relationship. Not proper fanfiction, more like scenario prompts. (“Edit”: IDK why I wrote it like this. This is basically like a oneshot…I just forgot the word ‘oneshot’ I guess LMAO) Kinda fluff…??? Idk???

(Also second edit: maybe I’ll explain a bit more in the comments or a reblog but I used They/them pronouns for the other character. I did this both a placeholder but also so that the gender was ambiguous. Idk, I know it seems wonky because I capitalized it sometimes and sometimes didn’t, bear with me. I had like a hard time finally posting this; it’s been “finished” in my drafts since July 💀)

They bring him a cup of warm coffee as he sits out on the porch. He’s staring out into the view from his house; the same house he’s had since he won the Hunger Games at sixteen. He’s seen it a million times, and he’s zoned out now. Haymitch looks over at his person, not making too much of an effort to smile their way; it wasn’t that kind of night. His health had been declining, naturally of course.

He takes the mug of coffee, acknowledging the act. He feels their hand travel to his shoulder, the touch light and familiar. Soon, his head is inched closer in Their direction; he doesn’t acknowledge it when he receives a gentle kiss on his head.

He didn’t like to be babied. But, he had known Them for decades now, and he’d rather be “babied” by them than by anyone else. He doesn’t grumble anymore, not too often at least. Sometimes, if he does it randomly enough, it’ll get a light laugh from Them. He still got that slight sense of pride and an ego boost whenever They laughed.

He looks back out to the shadow covered trees, taking that first sip of coffee…

As he tastes that familiar, comforting drug that was caffeine, they start to brush through his hair. Haymitch didn’t say anything; he still wasn’t sure if he liked it. He knew he didn’t hate it, and as cynical as he was, he didn’t want to ruin these kinds of domestic things for Them. His hair, now gray with the occasional flecks of its original color, was still thick despite the age. Thankfully though, before he can dwell on it too much, They stop. Their hands go to his shoulders, no words being exchanged still. Yet, it’s worked before and it works now. They lean down from behind Haymitch, gently pecking his cheek.

Alright, now they were going too far. His brows furrow and he shoots them a silent look, one they’ve apparently seen before because they just silently look back. Their hands on his shoulders, easing down lightly to ease all the typical aches Haymitch now feels. They lean back in to lightly brush their lips to his cheek again, and Haymitch lets them, brows still furrowed as he takes it in.

“Mm,” they lightly murmur, a tiny upturn of their lips as they glance back at his face. Their eyes held years of memories yet the fondness of novelty. Well, now he might as well give them a kiss back! He doesn’t act happy about it, but Haymitch does begrudgingly lean in to meet their lips for a brief moment. The peck was a little bit firmer than the previous kisses; this was the one Haymitch noticed himself dealing out a lot more with age. It was just easier, that’s what he told himself.

Haymitch watches as they walk back inside the house, presumably to make themselves a drink or to grab a proper jacket.

He liked when they sat to watch the sunset. The sun was already gone tonight, but the sky wasn’t dark enough where the bugs will get them. It was their routine to go in by the time the bugs get out.

[chambertomb]

I'm like if the hag was also a fag

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

because I’m on a meljayvik kick rn

Viktor has to sleep in the middle of the bed bc both Mel and Jayce run hot. any combo where he is not in the center has whoever is on the end sweating profusely and the person in the middle has one cold side and one warm side. it’s science.

Mel is the coolest and calmest of their heads, yes, but she is most definitely in on their “yes, and?” dynamic to science and magic. She is all for the chaos, she just wants them to wear protective equipment while doing the chaos.

Jayce designed their shower to be double the size of a normal walk-in. Their tub is pretty much a hot tub. Do with this what you will.

Jayce carries both his partners on his shoulders. He also can do many a set of pushups with both of them on his back. They’ve played chess against each other on Jayce’s back, while also asking for advice on chess moves.

Jayce and Mel have a game called “do not leave Viktor alone with Ambessa”. For everyone’s sake, they have been 100% successful. Jayce gets jealous, and the last thing Mel wants her mom to know is that they do share a taste in types of men. Viktor is unaware of this game. Ambessa is curious of the twink her daughter is hiding from her.

Mel is the first person who gets to see all their prototypes in action. She has also been woken up in the middle of the night when one (usually both) have an idea. She is 100% behind this, though she didn’t appreciate the time Viktor and Jayce woke her up for what ended up being a literal lamp re-design. They spent an hour talking about their genius and innovative light, powered by hextech, just for her to flick their bedside lamp on.

Mel has never laughed so much in her life since meeting and getting with them. She attributes these years as the best ones so far. Jayce and Viktor feel the same.

Viktor is just. Always in meetings now. Chilling out. What are you gonna do? Tell the de facto-head of council Jayce he can’t bring in his partner and tell the richest and also most influential member Mel she can’t bring in her other Boyfriend? Good luck.

He actually does not want to be in these meetings. He's there for moral support and the promises of coffee. Also Mel needs him to occasionally hit Jayce's chair with his cane when the other man starts to fall asleep.

He also sneaks notes to her of drawings and she's been mad (not really) ever since he made her snort really loudly due to his caricature of hoskel and salo. It's framed in their office.

[smileyobrien]

season 1 siskoisms