#it boggles me man

[givehimthemedicine]

not saying the writing is perfect in all facets, but what exactly did the writers do that was so bad that some of you write off anything good they do to be the result of pure coincidence?

I get duffer atheists in my notes every time I point out some little characterization/set detail. do you think these characters just evolved onto your screen on their own without anybody planning and writing them? "ohh could this be on purpose?? I know they didn't plan this" why not? remind me why are we so sure the writers of one of the most successful shows of the decade are completely inept?

[cashmere-caveman]

back on my mutineer camp bullshit (the rest of these)

[chichikoi]

hiraeth.

part II. synopsis: she watches as cassian falls for another, grappling with her own hidden affections and their newly snapped mating bond in the process. pairing: cassian x fem!reader fandom: a court of thorns and roses (book series by sarah j maas) genre: angst warnings: none a/n: house of balloons/glass table girls, this is his song... i love him. fluff part two coming up OBVIOUSLY, im not fucking ending it like this i cant do this to my #1 loverboy babygirl kitty princess beloved. @joyseuphoria hi <3

Cassian had always been the beacon of power and resolve, with a demeanor rugged and unyielding. But beneath the surface was vulnerability, and she knew that it was written in the stars for her to remain by his side as his closest friend and confidante, never to become one to uncover that side of him.

But it didn’t make it easier. Watching him as he fell for Nesta’s every glance, every touch, every word that escaped her mouth seemed to throw him deeper and deeper into a trance. And she was fine with that, and accepted it. Accepted that she would never be the object of his softened glances, his featherlight touches, his-

Her thoughts halted as Cassian stormed into the room, frustration radiating off him in waves. She glanced up from her book, her eyes immediately catching the tension etched onto his features. Without a word, she closed her book and shifted, making room for him on the couch.

Cassian collapsed beside her, his movements rough yet familiar. He stretched out, his feet finding their place on her lap almost instinctively. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, she settled into the comfortable silence, waiting for Cassian to speak.

"It's Nesta," he finally muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. "Training with her…it was like walking on eggshells. One wrong move, and she was tearing into me with those ice-cold eyes."

She listened attentively, her gaze soft as she absorbed his words. "It was like she was always testing me," Cassian continued, his voice growing softer with each word. "Pushing me to my limits, making me question everything I thought I knew about myself."

Her fingers instinctively started to massage his feet as he spoke. It was a small gesture, one born out of years of friendship and trust. Cassian didn't protest; instead, he leaned back against the cushions, allowing the soothing touch to ease the tension from his muscles.

As the minutes stretched on, their conversation ebbed and flowed, the weight of Cassian's burdens slowly lifting with each passing moment. Y/N listened, offering words of comfort when needed, but mostly content to provide silent support.

Cassian's breathing eventually evened out, his body relaxing against the cushions. Y/N glanced down to find him fast asleep, his features softened by the serenity of slumber. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection.

Suddenly, chains, bolts, and locks shifted, loosening, their weight growing just a little more tolerable. A soul peeked through. Broken, scarred, and trembling — with fear, she realized, but it stretched further and further. Yearning, searching.

It was as though a tether had snapped into place, an invisible thread binding her to Cassian in a way she had never felt before. Confusion flickered as she processed the intensity of the connection, the undeniable pull drawing her closer to him.

She was aware that this was not happening in the slightest. A mind trick. A dream, she thought. betraying once, the jolt of real-time that pushed through her. Burning her cheeks and stealing her breath. How the waking world slipped past the knobby parts of her fingers like a whisper, barely there, because dreaming was just a fancier word for getting lost. It held her there, suspended in imagination and for every second, it felt real. Like she could grasp the outlines and the textures. Like she could touch the weather, drink the clouds, and taste the sunlight.

The gods who had her in a chokehold withdrew.

Death feared her too, it seemed.

He was soaring in the air, and she was on the ground. She tried to reach him but he was far, far out of her reach. Seconds ticked by, and then minutes, and every thought that tried to sneak its way in, through this thick veil, bounced off and dissipated into thin air.

Because she then remembered… that beautiful things shouldn’t be broken. And she had a knack for breaking things.

The soft rays of dawn streamed through the windows of the House of Wind, casting a warm glow over the sitting room where she and Cassian had fallen asleep. As she stirred from her slumber, she found herself alone on the couch, the imprint of Cassian's presence still lingering in the air. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her mind foggy with the remnants of… dreams? Visions? She felt as though the very fabric of her existence had been torn asunder, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty, but when has that ever stopped her?

So she stood on the ground and longed.

part II here >>

[pulsingvoid]

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead is lgbt theatre/literature the same way swiss army man is lgbt cinema in that it is blatantly textually about two men in love whose identities are so entwined they may as well be one man. what's gayer than that. and why does everyone always forget about them. when i say these stories are my favorite lgbt fiction i'm not being all wink wink nudge nudge. it's in the text

[uncharted-constellations]

Re-reading untold tales kills me every time, They Were Babies 🥺

[ghostboy-art]

I'm not sure if anyone has mentioned this in relation to Dr. Two Brains but its been plauging my mind.

So, both rats and mice do a thing called boggling. In moments in which they are happy, they grind their teeth together, causing their eyes to bulge out. I think it happens because of the way their muscles are laid out on their face? I'm not an expert on rodent biology.

Anyways, in the show, Dr. Two Brains is shown to do a similar thing multiple times in the show when he gets excited, as shown in these images

After he is done evil laughing or doing whatever he is doing while his eyes are like that, they return to normal, as shown here.

I'm just curious if this could actually be construed as boggling? If it was intentional or just a trait that they added in a few times? (though this is a repeated thing..) And if it would even be possible with the way Dr. Two Brains face is constructed??

I have many questions.

[apollos-boyfriend]

the instant downwards spiral of danganronpa’s female characters after thh is so insane to me. like while thh has its issues and is no way perfectly written its female cast is largely treated like Normal People with real motivations and complex inner lives on par with the male cast. and then you get to literally every other game in the series and it’s like. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. obscenely obvious pedo bait. literally 0 character. sexualized sa victim. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development.

[momentomori24]

I was going skimming through VLR again to screenshot some scenes I wanted to talk about, but while I was doing that I suddenly remembered how bullshit the 9BP game overs were. Y'know, the endings where Sigma has enough points to leave but immediately gets jumped by everybody and prevented to leave? Yeah, those ones. I'm not surprised that they pounced on Sigma, he did betray their trust for his own gain so that feeling of betrayal leading to that reaction is all fine and understandable except why the hell don't other characters get this same treatment?? I swear, everyone else excluding Luna has screwed the group over at some point some where some timeline, but they all get off scott free. Especially Dio, and personally that is just an actual affront to justice and my sanity, I freaking swear. When Sigma, the nicest (albeit most perverted) guy in the cast attempts to escape, all love for the man is lost and he gets stomped on, his arm chopped off and abandoned and left to die in a heartbeat, just no hesitation, but when goddamn betray-happy cultish asshatish douchebag Dio screws everyone and attempts to escape, all of a sudden the characters forget that-- oh I don't know-- tackling that twink is a totally valid option but instead they just go "alas, there is no point anymore he's already won" so this man just gets to walk out that door all proud of himself like what the fuck?? How is that fair in any way??? What the hell are they all smoking to be fine with that????

[hi-i-just]

Zack is so fun as a character bc when it comes to his relationships, whether the nature is romantic or platonic it still works. The chemistry is so fire, the feelings of love and care are sincere. Zack loves the people in his life, the people loves him back. Whether they're similar to him in personality or complete opposites — it still hits off. Zack and Aerith? The OG, first love forreal. Zack and Cloud? The loyalty, the dedication. Zack and Cissnei? Genuine appreciation and trust. Zack and Sephiroth? Treated each other like actual people. Zack and Tseng? The extra mile, the exception. You genuinely can't lose when it comes to shipping with this guy

[bellamyblakru]

i will never understand how some people can actively shit on something they know someone loves and finds joy in right in front of them. how can you hate something that makes someone else happy in this absolutely fucked world in front of them.

its the passive aggression for no reason i will never ever understand or do to others. if you have a passion, fucking LIVE it. if nothing else, passion gets us through every shitty day, and i will always support it.

have passion in spite of those who hate.

[weak-aesthetic]

happy 41st birthday to the love of my life, andrew russell garfield 🩷✨

[princessmo]

ok. i wanna hear everyone's beavis and butthead/king of the hill crossover ideas. go

[odetolovers]

it is absolutely wild the way i’ve allowed people to treat me

[see-arcane]

You're singling out Hollywood on the graphic, but I personally have found worse novels and comics and musicals as adaptations than Hollywood movies, actually... Hollywood is not a catch-all term for those.

Oh, I’m painfully aware (said while lighting Moore and Newman’s offenses on fire, give or take a musical) but the ‘open letter’ would turn into its own novel if I crammed in every medium that did wrong by the classics. Targeting film and TV series specifically narrows it down to the offenders that

1) Most of pop cultural osmosis comes from, which dominos into

2) More half-assed ‘based on a movie of a movie of a movie of a book the director didn’t even like/understand’ works across all mediums

The spin-off novels, comics and stage works have their share of rotten takes, but I genuinely believe the silver screen deserves the lion’s share of blame

[pineapplesagainstpizza]

Today on twitter I learned that men base their self worth on sex to a ridiculous degree

[kiseiakhun]

Sometimes I'll be like "teenaged nostalgia is colouring my perception and homestuck fic was not THAT good." And then I'll go and reread some homestuck fic and. Yeah. It was that good.