#for vesper...

[nshtn]

You’re right about dr cable and you should say it. I’m also in love with her. Her being played by Lavern cox in the movie definitely helps

Yes! The not-at-all-subtle subtext is that she needs recognition, has been engineered to be egomaniacal, and is deeply, unfathomably lonely. She genuinely believes that her brand of autonomy-nixing ecofascism is the ultimate cure to the human tendency for violence, that the Special Circumstances is merely the stepping stone to achieving a complete utopia; a temporary extraordinary evil that will prevent her from having to die on a decrepit rock obliterated by an upward-climb-crab-pit.

She believes that this tendency to trend on a permanent accelerating climb upward is impossible, and she is neurologically engineered to come to the absolute wrongest conclusion on how to fix it.

And she becomes a monster after peeking behind the curtain at the monsters. Canonically, she is a neurodivergent Pretty that wasn't able to be sedated by the lesions because her brain, for whatever reason, had enough polymorphisms or will to overcome intentional 200-scan stifling in a world that undeniably pre-screens to clip out any kind of divergence.

She was raised without a name. Everyone is. She was raised to hate herself. She was raised with every condition to result in who she was - every child is, the world of Uglies is one of systemic identity starvation and hardcore warcrime brainwashing from birth.

also i want to be her special little guy that reaps all the benefits of glittertech surgery but that's neither here nor there. i cannot resist mega-evil neurosurgeon ecofascist identity-death rizz

[tuna-fishh]

It's them

[burr-ell]

he's tired

[necrozma-irl-trust]

@walmart-the-official add this to your market please this is gonna be funny

[sneegsnitties]

hannah is so funny

[zhellers]

Whitestone endures

[luckyyfrogg]

FINALLY I have finished the draw 6 CR character challenge! Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions!

[twinklestarss]

“As the entirety of your brood, your children gather up, you can see even the attitudes have dropped, and even Vax'ildan, young Vax'ildan stands there now with a look of concern and worry in his eyes. But they all nod and wave. That very practiced guarded emotional presentation that children of lords and ladies are taught well to maintain, that lasts just long enough as the portal opens in the Sun Tree to guide you to the next stage, to watch their faces drop, overcome with concern and worry and a number of tears. But they smile and wave, as do the people of Whitestone, waving in kind. We return soon. Whitestone endures. Let's go.”-Matt/Percy

Campaign 3 Episode 112: The Assembling of Legends

[themoonatmingitaw]

'Aura may not remember her sister.

She still recognizes her for the tragedy she is.'

Playing a resisting Dark Urge, I thought of Orin as a very tragic character. Aura has an oportunity to grow beyond what she was made for that Orin never had.

[planarbindings]

world’s messiest blood mage. amen

[nicopossum]

Gay lil' critters ❤️

[daily-batposting]

Pallid Bat, photographed by Lauren Belcher, (source)

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Eva Green as Vesper Lynd - Casino Royale (2006)

[vivisectedboy]

"Just focus on your breathing. Yeah, good, like that."

Whumpee tries their best to stay in control. To collect themselves. To stop their mind from screaming at how wrong all this is. To ignore Whumper's hand still resting on the knife.

"In," while Whumper counts to three on his fingers, "and out." an other three seconds.

It's uncomfortable at first.

"In,"

Their body isn't used to the rhythm, their lungs fill up too fast and too shallow, and their exhales are accompanied by miserable noises forced out of their throat.

"Out."

But their breathing steadies slowly. Their body isn't shaking violently anymore, their hands aren't desperately grasping Whumper's shirt, their thoughts getting less and less jumbled.

"In."

They recoil at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Sitting in their captors lap, his hands running up and down their exposed back. The same hands that held him down and scarred him forever.

"Out."

They hate how despite this, they managed to calm down. For a moment of impossible peace, only their breaths exist, and the warmth they've been craving for so long.

"In." He says, tightening his grip on the knife.

Their mind switches back instantly as they notice the blade shift in Whumper's hand. With the swiftest movement, it's now held against their throat, threatening to cut if they dare exhale too early. Panic sets in once again, their heart rate rising with every painful second.

They close their eyes as their vision starts to go black. Their chest feels like it's about to burst from the pressure.

"Out." After what feels like several minutes, he finally commands.

Whumpee is only relieved for a moment, as they exhale, but it doesn't last long.

It's even worse this time. Their lungs burn. Their ears start to ring, and they feel their heart pounding in their throat. Black spots start appearing in the corner of their vision again, and they just can't help it. They reflexively suck in a small, hitched breath. They, of course, quickly realise just how big of a mistake that was.

Whumper pushes the knife harder against their throat, and as they try to squirm away, they're stopped by his hands firmly holding his back.

"You only breathe, when I say so. Do that again, and I might just go a lot deeper. Understood?"

Whumpee nods, only driving the knife further into his skin. Whumper grins at their desperate struggle not to breathe, panic growing with each second. Even when he moves the blade, they don't make a sound, only the slightest movement and a small twitch of his facial muscles.

"In."

A horrible gasp, on the verge of tears. They can't cry, that would surely be the end. They keep staring at the ceiling. It hurts so bad. Drops of sweat roll down his neck, mixing with the blood from the wound. Their hands start to go numb, either from clenching them too hard, or from the lack of oxygen. Just keep looking up. They let their mouth fall agape, closing their throat instead. Keep looking.

"Don't pass out."

The ceiling is spinning. Is there a fan? Or is that just a lamp?

It won't stop spinning. It's so bright.

Keep looking. Keep looking. Up.

"You can do it. A few more seconds."

Where is that sound coming from? A repetitive thump-thump-thump from afar. The kind of bass that reverberates in your whole body. Must be a concert somewhere.

Did they turn the lamp off-

"Out."

[calciferg]

Haven't made complete animation memes for like..months now. Here have Vesper and Shelly content.

Not a ship video btw.

[lovepollution]

Casino Royale (2006) dir. Martin Campbell