#its the voices blame the voices

[her-midas-touch]

It’s always so funny to me how there’s the hp fandom and how there’s the marauders fandom and how despite all of that

I can’t have a normal conversation with anyone about it irl because we’ve literally created our own dead gay wizard lore starring four chaotic ass men, the badass, feisty ladies (lily evans owns me btw) and this slytherin twink along with his whole slytherin squad and the one ravenclaw everyone loves

(also they are all extremely, irrevocably gay, and also, dorcas and pandora, marry me I’m begging).

But like, I’m so loving it. It’s pretty fucking amazing how much representation we get when we just take matters into our own hands lmao.

Like, canon who? Scrap it, rewrite it and make it the gayest era in hogwarts history. I’m all for it.

Its the voices of fandom collectively joining in together to drown out the injustice that is canon and replace it with our truth I love us we’re so powerful

[ducksbeloved]

fig having an identity crisis and then dealing with it by impulsively changing her major... she's so real for that

[synthshenanigans]

I find it hilarious that like, most popular headcanons/ideas of HMS come from something that's in the actual album. Whether its the cover art or from a lyric, it makes sense with context or a metaphor. Then there's just a random ass chicken that came from nowhere.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.

The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.

"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."

And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.

Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.

That person was a child.

I was a child.

It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.

I'm not ashamed.

I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.

I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.

If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: Five and real person! Delores drawn as centaurs. Both of them are old; Five is commission era. As such, he's wearing a suit and tie, has a neat mustache, and short hair. His horse body is light grayish white. Delores is wearing a nonsensical evening gown, and her centaur body is a large red draft horse with light feathers. They are hugging each other tightly; Delores has to bend down to reach. End ID.]

old married couple <3

i dont have any canon basis for making Delores a draft horse but it brings me joy and there was no chance I was ever going to do anything else. she deserves to be Tall. Also, am contributing one more old Delores to the world, an even rarer creature than old Five.

[darubyprincx]

god fucking bless jordan captainsparklez for very diligently and cheerfully talking about the design choices he is making for his house in isles and why. it is entirely made out of glass and stone bricks and lacks any and all detailing save for minor ones in the ceiling. it objectively does not look very good. i am absolutely enamored with his attitude towards building and this is helping me feel better about my own building skills in minecraft

[personshapedsplder]

I love when John does that detached, condescending tone of voice. You know the one i mean. It sounds very smug, very regal. It makes it easy to imagine him as some sort of god king, looking down his nose at humanity, sitting on a throne, being heralded by dancers and trumpets or whatever. In my dream ending for malevolent, well get to see HIM retake his original body, get to see HIM 12 feet tall and at full power. I want to see him blast kayne off the face of the earth, personally

[moonchild-in-blue]

Do you ever think about sea turtles? How right from the start they must fight for their life? Unprepared, unguided, unprotected. They are born into a battlefield, struggling to reach the safety of the ocean, blue, dragging themselves through harsh sands and predator bites. Do you think they mourn for their fallen siblings? For the ones that died before even having a chance to taste salt? For the ones taken right at the gates of the sea?

Do you ever think about how they live alone? No parents to shelter them, to home to come to. Just a little turtle left to its own devices on the great blue. Do you think they resent their mothers for abandoning them? Their fathers for not feeding them? Do you think their hard shells are layered with trauma and longing and grief for a home that never was?

And do you ever think about how even in their absence, they turn into their parents? How after through all the hardship they return to the same beach they were born in, the only place where the scent of a long lost family still lingers? How they find comfort in broken eggshells, the only cradle they've ever known? How they too leave hundreds of children on the graveyard of brothers and sisters, perpetuating that cycle?

Do you think they ever hate themselves for it? That they wish to stay, but are forced to leave by whatever force compells them to the ocean? Or have the memories of a broken childhood been slowly washed away, mingling themselves with the blood of their ancestors?

[ramblingrodent]

im sorry ik its intense but. Tubbo trying to hear the conversation by using the translator and the translator saying the most WILD stuff is so funny. sometimes its perfectly fine but then it decides to drop a "carnival hospital yerba mate team after numbers to christianity"

to which bad responds

"forever if any part of you is still in there you need to fight this thing"

and tubbo is just left utterly CONFUSED (as he should be)

[tai-janai]

Do it. Give into temptation. Draw gory stubskep. Draw skeptic cutting stubborn open on a table. Draw blood and guts in an inescapably and undefinably hot way. I am the devil over your shoulder and i say fuck it we ball /lh

alright kiddos

cw: medical malpractice (blood and guts) (consensual)

[thewastelandlosers]

So, Ahzrukhal is kinda sexy in a nasty, pathetic, slimy way

[bottombaron]

while doing research for another theory I came across a completely mundane detail that I can’t imagine holding any actual significance but at the same time I couldn’t pass up sharing it

so, during the scene that I am calling the Pepsi Challenge, we have this moment:

Nandor gives Guillermo, as he says, a “flat Pepsi”

except Guillermo doesn’t drink Pepsi…

my boy is a Coke-Cola drinker as the lord intended.

normally this isn’t even worth mentioning. maybe the line was ad-libed or read wrong, or it’s just a joke that wasn’t thought about very long and that’s all good! i’m cool with all that. what would this inconsistency even mean in the long run anyway right? how would Nandor even know the difference between Coke and Pepsi???

really what gets me is that in the scene the bottle is set and reset two or more times, almost always keeping the label visible.

now, it’s been a while since i’ve been thru this issue on a set, but my understanding was that no labels could be used without paying a licensing fee. which is why you usually see fake labels on products in tv and film or more likely, they just turn a product at an angle so the label can’t be read and nobody has to pay anything to use it. but here the label is not only clearly visible but it maintains visibility at almost all cuts. which means the bottle was purposefully realigned in order for audiences to see that Guillermo is undoubtably drinking Coke-Cola. wwdits paying a licensing fee for this seems a little odd considering it’s not like Guillermo drinking Coke is important in anyway. it doesn't give significant product-placement either. but then Nandor brings up the flat Pepsi and i’m like ??? and if anyone says that Guillermo drinks both, shut your goddamn mouth and jump in a lake and when you climb out find the nearest convenience store and drink one or both of them because obviously you never had before and have no idea what you’re talking about. the two drinks are notorious for, if one is liked, the person would find the other absolutely disgusting.

also, yes, Guillermo didn’t just have it for show. he actually drunk it.

again, i’m not saying this means anything. i just think it’s interesting. 🤷‍♂️

[perenlop]

this is gonna sound so backhanded but after 3 letdowns in a row from pokemon (followed by a game which isnt terrible but i dislike because of how much it fucked up the plot of sm), then a game that i genuinely really love and want more in the style of and largely because of how it deviates from the main series, im genuinely so shocked that i love scarlet and violet as much as i do. like when i was going through that tutorial i was just cautious and waiting for the other show to drop and be bored at best, but like, graphic glitches aside, it never came. it stayed really fun and charming

[sskk-manifesto]

(*・ω・*)b♪

[necrogfie]

sometime im like noo my taste in men aren't that bad but then i remember the Riddler (2022) is on it and i just can't defend myself on this one

[spotsupstuff]

Biting Notos mentions "Ghastly Things" he did to other iterators in his and Spores' ascension comic. What did he do, how did he do it, to whom, and to what end?

-face in hands- Notos is a primary it/its user!!!! with a she/her as the original pronouns that it doesn't mind bein refered to as even after its change, por favor no he/heem

but the ghastly things include: • waving its status as an Anemoi in front of an Iterator to scare them into compliance/threats (everybody knows that any threat made by Biting Notos will Not be an empty one) • actual physical assault by sending in some kind of virus that an Eo Iterator can't exactly defend themselves from cuz of Notos' position as a superior Iterator (again, place with the Anemoi. this is its least favorite thing to do and usually tries to delay it as much as possible) • what it considers the worst: manipulation. its manipulation might be straightforward between it and the target, but it can Also be done specifically to influence or break friend groups by getting under the skin of one of them. the influence one happened with Spore and her friend group. Notos clawed itself a way under Spore's plating and then with Spore as its metaphorical puppet it quietly forced Gem in an Eye and Sordid Expiation into compliance with Mission Self-preservation

important note here is that Notos is acutely aware that these things are horrible to do, especially to people that are meant to be family. it takes no joy from this and when given the chance, it will try and steer the whole ordeal into a civil conversation. just like it says in the Anemoi as Ancients drawing

it does not wish to inflict suffering. its job as an Enforcer is a necessary burden it took on itself to ensure the survival of Mission Self-preservation. for the greater good of survival of Everyone in the group, it needs to shepherd the less thoughtful and kind Iterators into this. it wouldn't be fair if most of them tried so so hard to stay alive and find cures for their illnesses/problems, but it all failed just because a handful of assholes didn't care enough

its actions are righteous. it regrets having to harm kind souls in order to get through to the ruckus makers (like with Spore who was genuinely sweet and Gem n Expiation who were too haughty to give a shit about everyone else's fates, including Spore's). it was still horrible to mess with the three's relationships, including the two ruckus makers

Biting Notos isn't an Iterator that can say they are proud of most of what they've done in their existence