#i may do more of these

[nanuk-the-bat]

(This is too dumb for my main blog but I may do more of these… and I haven’t doodled much this week) Northmoor post spicy 🌶️’s

[skepticalcatfrog]

Okay look this is too good to stay in my brain, so this is what you all get today.

Secret Shanghai Tumblr Playlist #1

(Aka, it's not a real playlist. It's just being collected on Tumblr. But maybe I will make it one eventually.)

Anyway, here's our song of the day:

Chinese Satellite by Phoebe Bridgers

If you're a fan of Benedikt Montagov, and you also love being sad and making him suffer, you're going to love this one.

This, to me, is specifically related to Benedikt's character in the first chunk of Our Violent Ends. You can go ahead and just listen to the song if you'd like, but I'm putting a (sort of) line-by-line analysis below the cut for anyone who wants to enjoy this song in the precise way I do as they listen along.

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(Each bit of analysis is going to be associated with the lyrics in the image above it, so you'll get a chance to read the lyrics first. There won't be analysis for every single line here, because some are just based on pure vibes. I'm only detailing the ones that I associate with specific things.)

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We see a lot of this feeling in him, specifically when he's around his family. He's trying to behave as much like himself as he can, but he's so lost and so full of grief and anger at this point that it's difficult to not let it show (and he often isn't successful at hiding it).

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To me, this line refers specifically to Juliette killing Marshall. Benedikt wishes it could've gone another way, even if he doesn't know how.

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The first half of this section is pretty clear cut. It's frequently referenced, not only by Benedikt himself but also by other characters, than he's sort of been overtaken by numbness. A lot of the time, he just isn't feeling anything at all, and when he does feel something, it's overpowering.

As for the second half, that has a bit of a double meaning for me. Not only does it mean that he wants to be wrong about the fact that he'll never see Marshall again (even if he believes that to be impossible), but it also sort of stands for how much he misses Marshall's frequent contrarianism. They would often have small, non-serious disagreements, and as annoyed as Benedikt could get with them, it became the norm for him. There isn't anything to replace that relationship, it's simply gone.

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Again, I see this part as being about how contrary Marshall frequently was. He's described to be very impulsive, and he isn't afraid to speak his mind even if it can cause trouble for him.

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This lyric, to me, is about how Benedikt would be willing to do a lot of things - even things that are out of character for him - if it meant that he'd get to see Marshall again somehow.

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I feel like it's somewhat clear what this bit is referring to. Benedikt still lives in the apartment that he once shared with Marshall, and even after he's gone, it's like he's still everywhere. The absence of him, in and of itself, is a reminder that he was once there.

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And that's all I've got! As I said at the top of this section, there are some lyrics that I didn't specifically analyze, but that doesn't mean I don't think they fit. I just think they fit based on vibes rather than specific, citeable things. Hope you enjoyed this, if you read this far! This song makes me insane.

[alexeithegoat]

oc infodump incoming:

bhatair loves space taylor swift but will never admit it

merc dyes his hair with coolant (and gets told off for it endlessly)

tal’s full name, Tal Hardin, means rain & valley of the hares (?)

khadira’s birth core name was nadira and later changed when she became a sky-walker

khadira has an older brother, whom she will never reunited with

bhatair is very skilled in the art of sewing and taught himself just so he could make warmer clothes for his friends

RU5-7E, Skulk Squad’s droid, used to be a loader droid for the Republic and was reserviced to do mechanical and piloting duties for the 311th

tal can’t seem to stop getting into fights. he once lost a tooth from one and khadira had to drag him to a dentist on ryloth for a replacement. skulk squad still tease poor tal over it

skulk squad and the 311th aerial assault division sometimes team up with the 104th for rescue ops!

tal has a pet lizard and a pet ysalamir, to which he keeps hidden from the elder jedi so that he doesn’t get in trouble. they, however, already know

merc hates being called mercenary and has to exasperatingly explain what his name actually is (and it’s mercury, like mercury pink)

khadira is a closeted lesbian

sergeant kalinda, aka sergeant firebird, is the group’s sniper, demo expert and trans icon

tal is SUPER into rocks and will marry someone if they have a cool enough stone/mineral

[smash-chu]

make a cohost account, make a blue skies account, make a pillow fort account, make a artfol account, share your discord, make a back-up account, make another account, make another account, make another account-

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[my-rheality]

Started reading Out of the Silent Planet by C.S. Lewis. On pg 60 of 158 (including the postscript) currently.

And like. as a person who is made very uncomfortable/afraid by thinking too deeply about space, there is a certain level of creeped out that I have arrived at.

But also it's C.S. Lewis so the writing is dang good. I mean, we already knew that, but how well this is written provides a little comfort for the creepyness of ~space~.

How Ransom at least starts learning to communicate with the hross is so interesting and insightful imo. In a way it reminds me of why I had considered studying linguistics at one point.

Slowly but surely it's becoming more and more enjoyable to read.

anyone else read this book and have thoughts???

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

[elijah-loyal]

Taking a moment to honor all the fallen journalists who gave their lives in order to document the genocide in Gaza and the West Bank; wishing all of those who have evacuated a safe journey onwards, and thanking and praying for those who are currently still working in the field.

[satellites-halo]

Sick of posts that say stuff like "all mobility aid users should weaponize their mobility aids"

hey man, I can't do that! I need to bring my mobility aids into places that would deny me entrance for things like spikes and barbed wire! not every cripplepunk is a white skinny cane user, and having something deemed as a 'weapon' on some of us can be genuinely life threatening, even if it's a mobility aid! I don't want to have my rollator taken away from me and have to be searched bc I put some spikes on a seat cover or something!!! let cripplepunks express their punkness however is safe and comfortable for them, don't expect us all to be able to do the same things you can, because we all cant

[may12324]

💖 The Fairy Godmother’s Apprentice  - a sapphic fairy tale Visual Novel and Dating Sim. 💖

When the fairy godmother goes away on vacation leaving you in charge , will you make sure stories stay on their paths? or will you change your fate and risk it all for romance....

This is a fake dating game, its not real unfortunately. But maybe some day, in the future! I just love womens, and fairytales, and dating sims; so this is a culmination of all three! (with a fun emphasis on hot butch ladies, we need more of them okay! the mermaid is muscular and hot too okay, i swear).

Any Australian game devs wanna make this happen? Come at me, I’m ready to go batshit bananas working on this as a real game,.

[khalliys]

We're not so different, you and I. Part 1, Part2

From Critical Role C2 E92: Home Is Where the Heart Is

[time-woods]

Recent Welcome Home art Dump! Ouugh god the brainworm is real,,

[greatstormcat]

Thinking about being someone the taskforce boys because very close to, but you don’t work directly with them. Perhaps a medic that they gravitate towards after missions and training incidents. After a a few months you find that the dating pool dries up, anyone you think would be a good candidate for a date starts to flake on you with no notice. Even just trying to get a one night stand becomes harder and harder. Prospective partners just seem to… run scared, even when you seem to be getting on so well.

Sometimes, when a date is agreed, you’ll end up having to cancel because work gets in the way, such as Gaz needs your attention after Soap landed a punch during sparring practice. Once Ghost was having a flare up of his shoulder injury and no one else in the med bay wanted to cover for you because that big bastard was in a bad mood and intimidating everyone. Funnily enough he was perfectly sweet once you appeared and you spent a few hours strapping the injury and chatting.

This goes on the months, the longest dry spell of your life, and the frustration is painted on your face everyday. If you don’t get laid soon you feel you are going to lose your mind. The constant let down was enough to make you weep in your lowest moments. Coupled with the increasing amount of time you were spending around the Taskforce, huge slabs of muscle and menace, you were on a hair trigger.

You’d promised yourself not to turn to them though, they didn’t need some groupie chasing them around, not another one anyway. There were plenty of people on base throwing themselves at Soap and Gaz, and watching them get turned away was painful. Even Price and Ghost had their own fan clubs, but no one was bold enough to be as open about trying to get into their bunks. What chance would you stand with them when they turned away men and women you couldn’t begin to compare yourself to? Enter to stay friends with them.

In the end, you found out about a private club in town that promised anonymous sex in a safe and controlled location. You made your mind up and filled out the application. A few weeks later you find yourself in one of their cubicles, naked, and staring at the padded bench that joins the wall. At the end of it, a large hole with a curtain stares back at you. All you had to do was lie down on the bench and put your lower half through the hole. On the other side, someone would… join you. Or several someones. You’d signed up for multiple partners, maybe doing the form drunk wasn’t wise.

Swallowing your nerves, you take a deep breath and get onto the bench, shuffling down so your feet and hips slotted through the gap. Almost immediately warm, large hands grip your ankles and guide them into stirrups gently. You barely hide the jolt of shock and the accompanying squeak of shock, and the pair of hands run over your knees and shins slowly, comfortingly. It’s an oddly tender gesture for someone who doesn’t know who is the other side of the wall.

Then your eyes roll back into your skull as hot breath fans across your pussy. Finally, you sigh in relief as a tongue licks a light strip along the seam of your pussy. Once the mystery man begin to lick and suck expertly at your clit, making your toes curl and you breath coming in urgent gasps, you barely register the scratch of beard against your delicate skin or notice there’s more than one set of rough hands on your legs.

[clownsuu]

my apolocheese for not posting lately, life has decided to turn 180 (again) and I have had very little time to draw and do other personal things 😔🥄

[eldritchgray]

Woe, aberrations be upon ye.

Radiant Squid

All-Seeing Cod

Anchovy King

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