#i dont know if any of that made sense

[mymameisnotknown]

Something about Phil flying Tubbo to safety on his soon to be broken wings

Using the very same technique he had messed around with and testing the lasso with the enemy teams leader just the day before

Sacrificing the very thing he's been chasing after for months and seeing the life drain out of them as the clock keeps ticking down to their impending doom

But also bird man go zoom

[yetdevout]

redacted brainrot my beloved <3 anyway, i have a hypothesis about the meridian, the weavers, etc etc. this would probably not make a lot of sense but i wanted to share.

ursula k le guin has a short story— quite a common one— called ‘the ones who walk away from omelas’ and it reminds me of how avior described the meridian. he says it's like a cloth through which magic can flow, and if the river is actually not just a bridge connecting life and death (?) but is a part of the meridian, it would mean that when brachium felt a dark power seeping through the river, he may be hinting (intentionally or not, i've no clue) that the weavers are trying to escape. the ones who walk away from omelas is a short story about a city where happiness is everywhere underneath which a child is forced to live in misery because the joy of omelas is contingent upon the suffering of this one child. this may be similar to the weavers, their magic, and the meridian. the meridian's constant desperate attempt at pulling starlight into itself may just be the weavers asking them to help them out, or they need star's magic and strength to get themselves out of there, or something along those lines.

in the short story, they're trying to maintain happiness in the city. in the redactness, they (? i have no idea who they are) may be containing magic, protecting it, or... something like that. but what's clear is (well, for this theory) : omela's happiness = redactedverse's magic.

if the weavers are forced to live trapped underneath the river, it may be because they provide/provided magic for present time's magic users, starlight being a major part of it as a freelancer (because the depth of freelancer magic is quite wide, as we know it) and, in many theories, a descendant of said weavers.

or it may be because their release would erase the limits of magic that belongs to those who aren't demons/daemons. even humanborn magic-users would be limitless. or would the meridian fall if the weavers are let out? it was stated that if ever the meridian is damaged too much, it can destroy both elegy and aria. can the weavers beneath the river (?) damage the meridian by trying to let themselves out? or are the magic users above sending themselves to their own doom? are the weavers just ascendants of present magic users, or are they sources of magic until the present day who are trapped somewhere?

i feel like my brain is being fucked raw right now.

oh my godddd this is SO sick. ive never read the story you mentioned but im in love with the way you connected it and the weavers. ill have to check it out sometime.

(im going to be using the term weavers and sovereigns interchangeably so stick with me here. weavers = sovereigns).

the weavers have been such a mystery in canon redacted lore, i think it can even be argued that "the weavers" are the sovereigns. the term "weavers" is not even a thing in d(a)emon culture, it was made up by closeknit. i always wondered how the sovereigns would play a role in the canon and going off of the theory that they're being imprisoned - not in aria, but under the river is fascinating.

brachium talks to a disembodied voice and refers to what it has done as a harvest. a feast, even. we're left to speculate what this being is harvesting all these souls for and honestly? it seems like it's gaining energy for something bigger (like the weavers breaking out).

let's circle back to closeknit and the balance plot-line for a second here. closeknit interfered with elliott and sunshine's plans for whatever reason. they didn't want those two stopping what was to come (the inversion). they believe that the weavers are this positive force that protected humanity from d(a)emons and closeknit is not discreet about their opinions on d(a)emonkind. i personally believe that closeknit used the inversion to feed whatever weaver/sovereign(s) is being kept underneath the river. they want this thing to be freed to grant unlimited power to human beings bc closeknit believes that's what the weavers can do. blake eludes to this, and i think zeke did as well.

i feel as that we're all building up to the release/escape of whatever's underneath the river. closeknit feeding it life force due to the inversion, starlight feeling drawn to the meridian and wanting to know "what it is", vega talking to warden about finding another source of food once humans go extinct (and we know what d(a)emons fed on before human emotion bc of the imperium), project meridian which is hands down - one of the most mysterious plot lines we have on the channel (why is it named that????)

now what do i think is going to happen once the weavers/sovereigns escape? i don't think doomsday bc the meridian isn't as weakened was it was in the imperium. people don't use magic that way in canon - it's much more regulated and not as abused. i mean, look at avior and starlight for example. when they punch holes in the meridian, it fixes itself. they can't pass through the meridian bc of how unyielding it is (save for their arms stretched out).

i believe that if the weavers/sovereigns escape, it's going to be a case of humankind (closeknit) asking for mercy (in this case, power) from unforgiving gods. closeknit wants the powers they believe the weavers to grant. but who's to say that that's something the weavers promise to give? if they're trapped underneath the river and their response to having connection to elegy is killing 1500+ people as a means of consumption, who's to say that humans are something they want the best for? so, maybe not end of the world, but maybeee apocalypse? or maybeee demonic uprising since demons would realize that the weavers/sovereigns are providing them energy and are like "hey, we don't need humans anymore" (cough cough vega).

[soup-child]

The fact that Adaine "i don't know if im asexual im 15" Abernant and Riz "why is everyone so horny im definately aroace" Gukgak both being in the same show is incredibly important to me

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[notreyev]

welcome to night vale is dating the magnus archives. they opened their relationship a while ago and so the magnus archives started dating the penumbra podcast, a young podcast but experienced in polyamory. the magnus archives has an extensive polycule of queer fiction podcasts, and welcome to night vale is a little old but still gets on with everyone—the dilf of the polycule, if you will. the penumbra podcast is very involved but not necessarily official with most other podcasts. when you talk to the magnus archives or the penumbra podcast, they go on about their polycule and offer you and your queer fiction podcast friend to join in. does this make sense?

[puppyeared]

The garment, worn by those in good standing with Hyrule royalty, has been reworked with the latest improvements, such as a new shoulder guard.

[strawberryspence]

this is ridiculously late but belated happy birthday, mackie! (@stevethehairington) everything you do is golden and being able to call you a friend is an honor. here’s some cheesy fluff for my friend. ily. 💛

“Where’s this one from?” Featherlight warmth spreads through Steve’s core. Eddie’s finger touches his taut skin, a memory weaved in between blood and skin.

Steve presses against the touch, “That one is from when Billy Hargrove broke a plate in my head.”

Eddie’s mouth gapes open, blinking at him in disbelief, “What now?”

Steve laughs, pressing his head at the blade of Eddie’s shoulders. He basks at the heat, like a kid in a summer field, remnants of passion and magic still in the air.

“Have I never told you that story?” Steve says, muffled as he presses kisses into Eddie’s shoulders, skin and scars making up his person.

“No?!” Eddie yelps, pushing him away gently, his face slacked with confusion and concern, “Does this look like the reaction of someone who knew that Billy fucking Hargrove broke a plate on your head?”

Steve smiles, pressing his thumb against Eddie’s forehead and smoothing the furrow away, “Well, I told you that story, right? Our second time with the Upside Down. It was around that time, when Billy attacked Lucas and we got into a fight.”

“Oh.” Eddie sighs, “I really don’t want to speak ill of the dead. But— Billy.” Eddie makes a face of disgust and cringe, that makes Steve laugh.

“Let me do one.” Steve urges on, making Eddie smile and nod.

There is something so magical with the way Eddie maps out Steve. Some nights, they stay up way past making love to learn every bit of skin. Steve never understood why, no one really stayed long enough to learn the stories burrowed in his skin.

Eddie says— like a person from an actual fucking fairy tale— that Steve is a map, a map of constellations and stories, all formed from years of journey and life. If anything, Eddie says, he’s very happy that he’s the first one to do it, to discover it, to write stories about it. Steve isn’t the best explorer, but he does his best to do the same for Eddie.

Steve lets his finger dance on skin, weaving through stories he hasn’t learned yet. He wishes— hopes— that his touch is just as gentle and as warm as Eddie’s and that it brings him the same comfort his touch does for Steve.

Steve pauses on a scar too small under his jaw, barely visible now that it’s been swallowed whole by bursts of scars from where the bats gnawed at him.

“How about this one?”

Eddie smiles, brown eyes lighting up with recognition, “Oh. You found that one, huh?” Steve hums.

“Well, that one I got from dancing on stairs. I was holding a fire truck, and I slipped and fell down the stairs. My mom said I was very smart and I was trying to brace for my fall, but the fire truck got me instead.”

Steve caresses the scar, like it’s still healing and bleeding in his hands, like the same way he did some months ago, when he found Eddie bleeding to his— almost— death.

“Did you need stitches?” Steve whispers, scared that it might’ve hurt for a younger version of his Eddie.

Eddie chuckles, smoothing over his hair and leaving a kiss on his crown, kissing away the worries, “Nope. Just bled a lot, but it did stop. Left a scar though. Had so much worse since then.”

Steve nods, pursing his lips into a smile, as his hands explore against bursts of red painted on Eddie’s skin. It’s the biggest most prominent scar, the ones they’ve barely talked about since they started exploring.

“Well, that one, I am not ready to talk about yet,” Eddie says, his hands shaking as it makes contact with Steve’s scar, directly mirroring his scar, “But one thing is for sure, it’s pretty fucking metal that we have matching scars.”

Steve chokes out a laugh, batting his hands away, “One day, when you’re ready to talk about it, it’ll be a story of survival and bravery.”

Eddie doesn’t speak, but he does pull him closer, forehead against Steve’s. That’s okay, if Eddie doesn’t believe it right now. He will, someday. Because that’s what healing is, bleeding and healing and living to tell the story.

It’s okay, because Steve will be there, until stories wrinkle and fold. To explore every scar and bump and listen to his stories as Eddie writes stories about bright stars engraved on his skin.

For now, he finds another one.

Steve smiles and says, “How about this one?”

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

i think sometimes people forget dazai is 15 in fifteen

[nandorsrelentless]

there seems to be far too many fans who can't seem to wrap their head around the fact that no relationship in the Vampire Chronicles is healthy. every relationship includes an element of abuse/power imbalance by normal standards. literally every single one.

they are all monsters who are no longer constrained by societal rules. so I don't think it's too crazy to expect them to do mosntorus things. the genre is Gothic HORROR. the show really prioritizes the HORROR element more so than other adaptaions, which i love.

i don't need louis to be a liar to enjoy lestat. if louis lied or misremebered things about the fight in episode 5, i literally do not care because it's never gonna make me hate louis. the baseline of what constitutes "evil" or "bad" is so different in iwtv because of the fact that they are NOT HUMAN. Claudia is literally a serial killer and she's still mother to me. ykwim?

the nature of vampirism is they have to kill to survive. so it would be really cool if people could accept louis, armand, and claudia as complex characters who are fundamentally not good people (because they aren't people!) without being racist about it. THEY ARE ALL KILLERS

im more interested in this exploration of the complexities of memory and seeing how the show integrates the other books into this story in a way that hasn't been done before than I am in discoursing about whether louis is a liar or not. who gives a shit???? grow up and realize that there are no good guys here and that's OKAY

[in-memoriam-tgwk]

Shimmer do you have a crush?

[sneckoil]

Was it ever explained why house chose to specialize in nephrology? it’s such a small but interesting detail to me

[newspecies]

"the vast majority of legal persecution against early queers was focused on men" ARE YOU INSANE

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

the little line in the pjo show of percy asking "like meeting luke's dad?" and annabeth responding "like meeting his mom" is actually so important to me because arguably thats the real, core difference between luke and percy. percy was raised on love and groundedness and compassion. yeah he has his own shit and his family life was far from perfect but at least he had his mom and his mom loved him, you know?

but thats the thing-- luke had his mom and his mom loved him. but what was he raised on? the vague memory of strength and ambition, of warmth and love, and maniacal girl (because she really was just a girl) screaming about the awful things he would grow up to do before holding him close and telling him it might not be his fate. she loves him so much it hurts everyone. its a constant swing back and forth between who she wants to be and who she wanted to be. an oracle or a mother. can you really be both? if you knew your child's future, could you encourage him to see a different one? but would you try?

and we all talk about "family, luke. you promised" but gods, a promise goes both ways. he was telling himself that too. hes a kid. he just wants roots, a person to always stand by him, and the power to end all the pain. you either turn it in (which is what percy did, the way i see it) or you turn it out. with so much pain in him already, what choice did luke have?

i really dont believe that luke hates his father more than he loves his mother. loved his mother, maybe. i dont think the war against the gods was just because they werent there. i think its because they were, once, and now the kids have to deal with the damage. its not child support. its leaving things the way you found them. hermes tried to fix things. but he never really saw that he broke them in the first place.

at least when luke died, he died a brother and a son.

[cult-of-the-eye]

I really like the intimacy of other people's rooms and other people's houses in fics, but especially in jmart fics.

(I've just finished season 2 so bear with me if I get some stuff wrong)

To the listeners, they live pretty much their whole lives in the institute. What we see of Jon and Martin are the parts of them they present at work (but I guess as things get worse, this is sort of thrown out the window, cause why try to be professional when you realise your workplace is literally evil and trapping you here). My point is that there's a certain part of both Jon and Martin that they don't see of each other, even if they spend a lot of time together in the institute and when they do fall in love, they obviously want to see those parts. But we don't see them. We don't know what Jon's or Martin's homes are like. Their rooms? Their beds? Whether they cook? Do they have messy desks? It's irrelevant to the plot line but that's what makes it special to us, the fact that we don't know what goes on there means 1. there was a little bit of their lives untouched by the horrors of the institute and 2. we can explore it in our headcanons and fics. They have that little bit for themselves and i'd read a thousand iterations of Martin getting nervous about seeing Jon's bedroom or vice versa because the level of intimacy is immediately deepened by the fact that this is more than their home, it's their little bit of safety. It's their place to fall apart or stare at the ceiling for hours, it's their place to process or numb or be free from the fears and shit. I like to think opening the door to their flat or whatever is like someone slowly and painfully removing a bandage from a wound. You can see all the viscera underneath and the context of their lives and it's powerful but also has the potential to be deeply sad.

[b4kuch1n]

crumbs in your bed

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[robin-hood-for-freedom]

Avatar The Last Airbender and Metal Gear Solid are opposite examples of cultural exchange.

I mean Avatar was American creators emulating and taking inspiration from Japanese pop-culture(specifically shonen anime). While MGS was Japanese creators emulating and taking inspiration from American pop-culture(specifically American action movies)

Both ended up creating something that had the stylistic trappings of what inspired them, but distinctly belonged to the culture of their creators.

And both were awesome.