#escape into fantasy worlds I just

[harlowehearse]

Crying sobbing throwing up Janice candle cove means so much to me I'm very emotional over her

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[rings-of-power-realm]

Literally crying (the good kind) after watching that trailer for like the fifth time today and I'm just so overwhelmed because this show Middle Earth and everyone in it is so important to me and these trailers have been so epic and beautiful full of emotion and light and dark and everything I love from Tolkien and LOTR films (since the trilogy was how I first got into Middle Earth) and I never thought I'd see something that would compare to LOTR Trilogy but The Rings of Power truly does. I care so much about these characters just like I do Frodo and Sam and Aragorn and Eowyn etc.

And it also makes me emotional hearing Bears beautiful rousing score once again he is gonna knock it out of the park. Im crying at Celebrimbor at Elronds desperate fight to save the world and people he loves at Galadriel and the huge weight she carries. I am so invested in them all.

It looks phenomenal from the music and costumes to the dialogue and set pieces this world is real they have made magic and it deserves so much appreciation so much love because I can see that it is made with heart and soul and is a story for all time, one that I am so grateful to hold so close.

[jrueships]

pretty privilege in general is a terrible tool. but when the racism that it's ingrained in really has a platform to activate, it's just absurd .

[swampthingking]

the thought of cracking the spine of a book makes kevin nauseous. he like opens it just enough to see the words and holds the book at such uncomfortable angles to read— anything to keep the book pristine and intact. he does not let people borrow his books because he is a control freak (as a term of endearment) and does not trust them to take care of them the way he does.

and andrew is the complete opposite, cracking the spine as soon as he opens it. he annotates in pen. he dog ears the pages because who the fuck has time to find a bookmark. he throws books out of anger. he throws them at aaron for fun. he lets them get smashed and torn in his bag. he always keeps them, he just prefers them to look like they’ve been read.

[mashmouths]

so i started this show and it just gets worse and worseeeee not only did it lift the romance subplot directly from twilight (and not well) but they also are trying to play the forbidden love angle hard in the fantasy racism vein except it's a "cross-species" relationship between the two whitest people i've ever seen in my life and there are three people of color in the whole (first season of the) show who aren't villains and it seems that every other episode (and sometimes ebery episode and sometimes twice an episode!) there is a man physically or magically subjugating a woman and i keep waiting for the big reveal at the end to be stolen from fucking rainbow rowell

[purpurussy]

oh btw since there's nothing else going on right now. i had a fic idea which i want to explore more, but it involves final fantasy and discord, which are 2 things i have very little experience with. so if anyone wants to help educate me that'd be great. I hate it when you can tell that someone is writing about something they have 0 knowledge on dhslfhgk

[mushroom-through-the-stargate]

i love fantasy and magic, but ive never wanted to stay in a fantasy land (besides the fact that id probably make a decent hobbit). narnia? no thank you. middle earth? probably wouldnt survive. these fantasy lands always have like medieval medicine or "injuries and colds are healed by magic" listen i require thousands of dollars of medical intervention a month just to survive staying in my house i wouldn't last a week in Narnia.

scifi on the other hand? with medical technology being half the plot? with doctors or people with field medic training in the main cast 80% of the time? you couldnt pay me to leave. I'd probably survive there longer than I'd survive on earth barring any red shirt esque antics. atlantis? star trek? the orville? sign me up i want to be in the stars i want to befriend aliens i want to tinker with the space computers i will never leave

[willows-escape]

purposely avoiding doing things that i NEED to do because i wanna write 🤝 not writing anyways because the things that i need to do are stressin me outtt

actually ruining my life - last month i had a REALLY important final criminology exam, and i didn’t study for it for the months leading up to it because i was like ‘noo i wanna write’ bitch i didn’t write OR study 🤬 EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION CAN KISS MY FUCKIN ASS

[unhealthily-obsessing]

I always see people argue about Star Wars cannon and what the “right” way to interpret the story is and like man I’m just here for the vibes.

Me: Cannon? What’s cannon? Never heard of her. I live in my own Star Wars world.

[vaporgrove]

as someone who is primarily insane about my own comic ocs more than any other set of characters Ever it is. odd to think to myself "ugh im tired of working on this comic batch. im so excited to finish so i can reward myself by drawing these characters again but not in comic form."

[diltonsstrangescience]

I couldn’t pick which part of this comic to post out of context so here’s the entire thing.

[kyuala]

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[factorialsotherfandoms]

(Happy end AU, Pac gets his ugly as fuck peach bathrooms because Fit and Mike care too much about his happiness to say no. This is like.. Not just the end of the series but like a post-credits bonus scene, and I'm missing so much of the middle, but after writing about them talking about the house last night how could I not? It heavily references the fic I wrote yesterday [here], but... tldr: there's a plan to build a new town in a new world with the island residents once they escape the island. This is probably like 3 years beyond canon, where they have escaped. Some day I might fill in the rest, but I am /horrible/ at long projects.)

There is a six bedroomed house on the south-east side of town. It is large, but unlike its neighbours it looks like a very normal house. Four walls, three floors, a roof, a basement, an attic, built of brightly coloured concrete. The front garden is paved over, the back garden left mostly untamed. There's a single football goal on the grass, and a bit further back an extensive vegetable garden the inhabitants only sometimes remember to tend - a contraption will harvest and replant, but nobody ever remembers to turn it on. Some trees, some flowers - all of the plots of land are large, here.

The bedrooms are upstairs, all six of them. On the ground floor is the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, each an explosion of the inhabitants colours, while the conservatory is simple in brick and glass. The hallways are painted not cream, but to look like danger tape instead.

Then there is a patio, a barbecue, an attic to store things and a basement with warp-plates to the adult's places of work and a little extra room for the mechanics to mess around.

Richas and Ramon chase each other across the grass. Dapper, over to spend the day with Ramon, reads under the shade of a hawthorn tree. Pac sits up on the roof, terracotta in hand as he tries to rebuild it into something prettier. Mike, meanwhile, works in the basement, adjusting their heating for the coming winter. They rebuilt Chume Labs at the outside of town, and with all the machinery it is always warm, but now, for the first time in so long, they have a home.

"Oi!" Comes the call from the street, and Pac would know that voice anywhere these days.

Recklessly, ridiculously, with full knowledge that even if he misses he'll just wake back up in his room, Pac runs to the edge of the roof and throws himself off, laughing all the way.

Fit catches him, swinging him around to burn the momentum, and keeps him in his arms. It's obvious that Fit showered and changed over by the portal network, but beneath the smell of communal bodywash the blood and dust and death remains apparent. It does not scare Pac. Both a lot of things and not much at all scare him these days.

"How was it?" Pac asks, looping his arms around Fit's neck.

"Let me sit down first," Fit laughs back. "But, there were plenty of idiots. Like always."

"Did you kill anyone?" Pac continues to question, hopping down from Fit's arms to open the door. "Can we come next time?"

"Yes, and if you arrange a babysitter."

Mike meets them at the hatch to the basement, wiping oily hands on his lab coat.

"Hear that?" Pac grins. "Fit says we can go kill people with him next time!"

Mike's returning smile is a little sharp, just as it always has been. "Richas has more than enough parents," he agrees. "And Bad or Philza or someone will take Ramon."

Fit laughs again, and it's such a good sound. Pac never wants it to wnd.

"Alright, alright," Fit waves them down. "I'll take you both next time. I don't see the appeal, though."

Before they can argue their point Ramon runs in to the room, trailing mud, and throws himself at Fit's leg. Fit pats his head, and hands him a gift from the Wasteland - mechanical components, looted from a corpse no doubt.

Ramon slams down a sign. Pac doesn't quite catch what it says, but he sees Fit scoop his son up with an "I missed you too, Ramon."

Pac hands out the coffee while Mike starts instructing Fit on the new heating controls.

"A story?" Fit asks - glancing over, that is exactly what Ramon's latest sign asks. "Someone did try to set up a government again. Someone else had already blown it up by the time I got there, but I lava-casted the ruins."

Pac and Mike both know there is more to it than that - they know his work, and how it goes. There will have been death and murder and strife, pain for all parties, but this way the children laugh about it. Mike leans against Pac, and Pac wraps an arm across his back as they listen to Fit describe some ruins he found, and the narrative he constructed about them. A campfire, a river, and an illegal End Portal, all wrapped into one.

"And then I came home," Fit ends his stories. "To my beautiful baby boy."

Ramon squirms his arms free of Fit's hug, earning laugh after laugh. Again, Pac does not see the question asked on the sign, but Fit softens at it. Looks to Ramon, to Richas and Dapper, to Mike and then to Pac.

"Yes, this is home," Fit says, a little wonder in his voice. "Do you like it, Ramon?"

Ramon nods vigorously.

"We haven't had a home before," Pac says, a little light. "But I like this one. I tried with Ilha Chume Labs, but…"

"But that fucking bear," of those resident in the house, Mike always speaks most easily of the holiday island turned prison. "I know. You tried."

"It's funny," Fit says. "The Wasteland was my home for so long that I forgot what loving it felt like. Leaving... Here I can love forever, there I can only love by its absence in my like."

"We've always had our labs. Those were home enough for then," Mike replies.

"I nearly died our first lab," Pac points out.

"You lived, didn't you?"

"You saw my attempt at a home," Fit cuts in. "Your lab on the island at least had bedrooms."

"Pac's island didn't."

Pac pulls his hands from Mike to hide his face, and the laughter all over it, "I tried, okay? I tried!"

"We know," Fit's voice is soothing, but amused. "We all did. And then, together, we did better."

They failed, but they tried, and what the three of them can build together will always be greater than one alone. Even with Fit's ugly preferences, and the colour scheme.

They built a six bedroomed house on the south-east side of town, with materials they carved themselves from the land, and painted with flowers from the garden. Fit built the walls, strong enough for any blast that the god and goddesses ensure will not touch them here, and sorted the plumbing when they realised he was the closest thing their community had to one. Mike wired all the redstone and the warp plates, and made Fit rebuild his initial, ugly design. Ramon and Richarlyson became lords of the gardens, mostly to keep them away from the building equipment, but also to give them a challenge to do.

Pac chose all the colours, because he wanted to, and has not wanted anything in a very long time; there is a green bedroom and a blue bedroom, one for each scientist, and a yellow bedroom for the son they share with so many other households. A bedroom decorated white for the owner of the local gym, and one with wood paneling for his inventor son. The spare bedroom is an ugly shade of red, but Pac chose it himself, and so the colour stays.

And then there are the bathrooms - one on each floor. A bath on the ground floor, a shower on the first, and a shower-over-bath on the second.

And the bathrooms, of course, are tiled peach.

[weareuniqueandimportant]

POWERFULL BLACK WOMAN THAT ISN'T HARMED BY RACISM... SHE IS KIND AND WILL FIX ALL YOUR PROBLEMS... DO YOU AGREE...?

[ludicleaf]

Better yet, if you were born in the atla universe, which of the elements do you think you would have been born into? Which element do you wish you could bend? Which element do you think fits your personality best?

i let this question marinate in my head the whole day and as i did other things i was like "i need to go into the nuances between which element i Would bend vs the one i Want to" so know i was pleasantly surprised to come back to tumblr and see the way you phrased it

realistically i would be a nonbender because life rng just sucks for me but putting that aside i'd probably have been born an earthbender. can't really explain why but it's the culture ig + the harsh grittiness of earth earthbending is very much in my nurture. cue my arc of self-kindness

the mbti thinker part of me would say fire fits my personality best because ohho incredibly robust personality and often i speak at inappropriate volumes and HONORRR but NO im going to answer sober and say water, which is also the element i'd like to bend the most. if i could remove all my life experiences and go back to my raw state of being, i would most definitely be water. the elegance, flow of dance, deep running emotional rapids, steadfastness of life yanno

tldr make me the avatar and i'll only use two of them