#i'm super fucking normal about him

[cheygrembaby]

hey guys what if i told you i had a human freddy design

smiles

[punkeropercyjackson]

"This is the gender fuckery and cis+ website"You guys can't even handle trans people who don't want to physically transition

[ferretwhomst]

alright guys. poll time

just wanted to ask because from what i can tell the gf fandom doesn't really seem to have a general fandom-wide consensus on this ship. rbs would be appreciated!!! also feel free to elaborate in the tags which option you chose and why! i'd love to hear people's reasoning :-)

[wyrddogs]

This puppy is driving me nuts.

[ectonurites]

almost 4am can't stop thinking about the meaning of the idiom 'to have blood on [someone's] hands'—to be responsible for a person's death—combined with the fact that Zach is the one we are specifically shown with Daryl's actual blood on his hands (once for real and once in a dream)... Not Josh who had been holding the sword Daryl fell onto, but Zach who took the sword out.

[vacantgodling]

i'm just obsessed with himb

[nepobabyeurydice]

Some of you really don’t know what you're doing with latino characters and it shows

[moe-broey]

OKAY. All Heroes OCs banner I am fuvking MANIFESTING HER

V quick v rushed but!!! Based her fit off of Mayo's design for Cipher (intsys she ALREADY has a swimsuit design!!!!!), w just a few adjustments cause I feel like she wouldn't wear a regular bikini bottom? Just vibes, but I feel like she would wear shorts or a frilly skirt (and I've already drawn that style so many times LMFAO so I wanted to do something different!!!!)

[doctorweebmd]

coming out of my baldurs gate 3 delirium (aka i am working a night shift and can't physically play it. at work.) to say that horikoshi. horikoshi when i GET YOU. you are NOT leaving izuku with no quirk and no arms. i am in your walls

[bleeding-hart]

God I can't fuckin catch a break my adhd keeps pelting me with so many things to be obsessive about and my autism makes sure that if I don't interact with them I'm gonna feel like my chest is being torn out and I'm dying slowly but my adhd doesn't let me actually choose one to interact with cause it keeps bringing up the others but my autism is panicking about that because I need to have a Thing to do

I just want to like. Read, write or draw in peace. Is that too much to ask for. Five minutes

I missed having a hyperfixation when I didn't for a month or so but I forgot how extreme my brain gets about them ig they're called hyper for a reason

[wutheringmights]

After what feels like forever (over a month), I have finally finished The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas.

This books has been hanging over my head ever since I was a kid, and I had always been too intimidated by the length to ever attempt to read it. But I have finally conquered my white whale and let me just say one thing: this book is amazing!

I have read a lot of classics in my time, but rarely have I found one that is this consistently entertaining and engaging. Are there places Dumas could have theoretically trimmed? Yes, but I don't want him to. This book feels perfect exactly the way it is.

The plot was fantastic, but it's really the characters that I fell in love with. The count is such a bastard, and between his antics and charm, he would drop lines filled with sheer rage and bitterness that would leave me speechless.

Ultimately, that's one of the things that I find the most valuable about reading classic novels. I love discovering the ways that pieces of art that are older than any family heirloom inside my home resonates with me on an emotional level. I love finding characters I relate to or characters I loathe. I love laughing at the jokes and recognizing the familiarity of a paragraph complaining about how bureaucracy does not work. I love feeling connected to the past and knowing the humans have always had rich lives, and that their experiences are familiar to me hundreds of years later.

That's part of the reason why some of the criticism I read while skimming Good Reads reviews felt disingenuous. Don't get me wrong-- I don't take Good Read reviews without a hefty dose of salt, and the rating for the COMC is extraordinarily positive. But readers who complain that the book is dated in terms of the count being a "Gary Sue" (yes, I actually read that) and the female characters being flat don't get the point of reading any classic.

Yes, the count is unstoppable. But that's the point. He's an angel of revenge who thinks himself equal to god. That's part of the story. Even if you ignored how that plays into the themes of revenge vs forgiveness, can you not take joy in how people long dead also delighted in reading about an absolute bastard of a man making other peoples' lives miserable?

As for the female characters being flat-- I'm not going to pretend that's not an issue. But it is a mistake to open any piece of classic literature and expect modern sensibilities to apply. Yes, you can criticize it, but it just seems like a worthless hill to die on.

I won't say that Dumas doesn't fumble his women characters (let's talk about Haydee some other time), but compared to a lot of other pieces of classic literature I have read, the women in COMOC are not really that bad. Go read some Dickens and then we can have a talk about the maiden/mother/crone issue.

Overall, 10/10 book. I am so glad that I finally read this. If there is any classic you should read, this is a great one to delve into.

Also, Franz totally fucked the count.

[classicjdog]

CURSE MY FUCKING SHITARSE INTERNET I JUST WANT TO PLAY SOME FUCKING TEKKEN GAAAAHHHHHHHH

REINA IS SO FUCKING SICK AND I CAN'T PLAY HER AGAINST REAL PPL I'M STUCK FIGHTING THE STUPID AI FUCK

[hydrachea]

1, 12, and 15 for Blade!!

character ask game

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Short(ish) answer: I am, have always been, and will always be an edgy bitch, and this fucker is edge personified to such a degree that his name is Blade.

Long(er) answer: He checks all my boxes so flawlessly it's kind of rude! Red eyes, spider lily imagery, red/black palette, edgy, death theme, a perfect excuse for some nice and sexy gore, insane, the always nice concept of immortality as a curse, very neat backstory, really I just vaguely knew of his existence and then when Ravi came across him back in summer I read his first character story out of curiosity and you know how some people fall at first sight? Well I crashed at first sight with an intensity that could have triggered a mass extinction event.

Anyway, I like him.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He doesn't really use his phone, the only reason he has one is so the other Stellaron Hunters can contact him. They never expect texts back, because his hands are way too ruined to comfortably use a phone's small keyboard - at most they expect him to answer their calls, since pressing a single button is manageable. BUT I like to think that if someone, probably Silver Wolf, decided to teach him, he could use a combination of stickers, voice recordings, and speech to text to actually send messages.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

I'm beyond weak to Kafka/Blade and also enjoy it with a sprinkle of Silver Wolf for an OT3. They have the nicest dynamic and also a certain fic converted me on impact.

[capaldiera]

man idgaf about what treville and richelieu have going on (mostly nothing) (they dont like each other but they work together a lot bc of their jobs.) (i guess treville holding onto a sense of honour whilst working with the cardinal is interesting but like that's not. thats not really those two having something interesting going on). lets talk about the king and the cardinal man.

[talentforlying]

@asteritm: ❛  deal with that . . . or i will.  ❜ — WYNONNA EARP STARTERS

' i've got it. oi, look at me. '

it's not how they talk to each other, ( at least not casually, ) fucking orders and ultimatums, but he knows better than to take it personal: she's crackling at the edges, the heat of her biceps against his palms just shy of unpleasant as he keeps her — not still, but dormant, at least for the moment. yeah, words fucking hurt, and the smug, wannabe-big-shot haruspexes still chortling away behind him had meta-scried their way into landing a couple unintentionally heavy hits — with some nasty terminology, besides — but it's not worth killing people over. not worth lilly losing herself. not worth risking unwanted attention.

' look at me, lilly. ' he waits until her eyes slide back to his, spirals of energy that always make him want to catch his breath or kiss her, then squeezes her arms, fixing up a crooked smile that's equal parts reassuring and cocky. it says, as she's seen it say a hundred times, you should trust me, because i'm pretty. ' i've got it. '

when he's sure she's backing down, when he's positive she won't come back swinging, he turns on his heel, and he settles. not like a house, creaky and tired and finding rest in the give of floor and foundation; not like easing back into an armchair. this settling is that of patience, of lying in wait — the cold, dead eyes of an alligator lingering above the still surface of murky water. a plastic mask laid over the empty sockets of a real skull. a hellblazer.

not that they notice it, the fucking idiots. they see six foot of gangly with hair slipping its gel casing and a punchable face, in an old blue suit that was nice, once, and is now thinning at the seams. hands in his coat pockets like he's on a sunday stroll and a friendly smile; the kind of aging fop you expect having a word with to be either timid requests for peace or toothless blustering.

because that's what he wants them to see.

and when he steps out at an angle to the streetlight they're all loitering under and his eyes shine solid white like glinting coins, they see that too. when he wants them to see his shadow warp and stretch and claw itself across the pavement to swallow theirs, they see that too. when the wind picks up and whips the hats off their heads, flings litter down the street, rattles car windows and makes fire escapes groan and creak, howls like the damned are ascending from the sewer grates, but everything about him is as still and unmoving as a painting? yeah. they see that, too.

because that's what he wants them to see.

' 'ello boys. ' there's nothing crooked about this smile, there's something downright fucking broken, and he can see the millisecond that they recoil and feel the shards underfoot. nowhere to run. nowhere to hide. smoke billowing out from beneath the swish of his coat like a furnace, oily and writhing and alive. there are faces in that smoke, too, familiar to them in stomach-dropping ways that slip the greasy fingers of dread up around their hearts and squeeze: loved ones, dead ones, people they've harmed. people they regret. accusing, knowing faces. they swarm around his, leave him glowing like a flashlight held under the chin on a dark and stormy night: like the reaper at the end of days. ' let's have us a chinwag about how to treat a lady, shall we? '

the nearest member of the pack has a head and a half on him, minimum, and pinprick yellow eyes you only get from deals with things you don't ever give your name to. doesn't matter. when he sees himself in john's eyes, he's a speck, less than a molecule in the wankstain of the universe, and he's falling. there won't even be a stain when he lands. he knows that in the depths of his soul, and so does john. only difference is, john finds it funny.

' have a seat. it's story time. '

they sit. of course they do. they have to.

a couple incisive insults aren't worth killing people over, that's true. but he's a man of simple pleasures — he's always been content to make them piss themselves, instead. and the nightmares? well.

that just helps them remember the lesson.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

oh my god i'm so in love with all the fic ideas you talked about, but especially the last two with the castles kidnapping matt in like a friendly and well-meaning way. it's so funny to me and also the dynamic here would be absolutely excellent. never realised i needed a pro-crime hyper-competent maria castle in my life but apparently i do???

the dynamic in those, but especially the christmas one, is fucking hilarious. i love it so much. i'd write it tomorrow if i had the time

like the castles are treating this like one of those times where you pick up a puppy out of a cardboard box in a kmart parking lot and like, it's a little scrawny and underfed and feral and yeah, it probably would have been smarter to pick one out of the shelter where at least you know they've been checked out and have their shots and everything, but you know, the kids wanted one so bad and it's christmas, and it's cold and the poor thing's probably going to freeze to death in the cardboard box, so you bring it home, and suddenly it's in these new and unfamiliar surroundings and it keeps trying to skitter out the front door every time it opens, so maybe you have to keep it in a back room or tied up for a while and you hand feed it treats until it stops trying to run away and like, you know eventually the puppy's going to warm up to you as long as you treat it right and when that happens you'll have a happy new member of the family that you can probably shove felt reindeer antlers on for the family christmas card

meanwhile matt's treating this like a fucking kidnapping