#that last line is up to interpretation

[loveandstars]

Astrobiology fic so I can recover from TPOT 6

Black Hole sighed, brushing off his baggy, dirt covered pants.

For the past hour or two, he’d been helping Tree in the garden with his new plants. Mainly helping to move bags of soil and stuff like that, which he didn’t mind, but then Tree asked if he’d want to help plant some of the flowers, causing Black Hole to squeal in giddy excitement.

The other members of DPA had been around earlier, but they had left a while ago, leaving Tree and Black Hole alone together.

BH unconsciously pressed against Tree as the man’s warm hands gently guided his own across the neat little rows of various flora, the other’s presence giving him a sense of calm.

A couple minutes later, Black Hole felt a gentle nudge and glanced down at Tree as the fading sun illuminated his face in warm pale hues. “It’s getting late, we should probably head back.” There was a soft rumble of agreement as BH gave the dirt one final pat as he stood to his full 6-7 foot something height and stretched. Tree waited for his friend nearby, hands shoved into the pockets of his brown coat, rocking back and forth nonchalantly.

As they walked back to the hotel, they talked about different plants, and by talked, it meant that Tree was the one talking while Black Hole just had his hands in his hoodie pocket, listening.

Currently the plant man was muttering about how dirty he was, not that he cared, but their other teammates were probably going to complain about how he smelled like a walking greenhouse. “I keep finding petals and stuff all in my coat…” Tree muttered. “I reek of flowers and soil.” The cosmic entity floating beside him was silent, considering the words, then reached into the folds of his hood. He pulled out a flower that he’d heard Tree call a “Gardenia” during one of his info dumps.

Black Hole then leaned down and gently placed the bloom into Tree’s leaves, his hand brushing and resting lightly against the other’s face, leaving him with a tingly feeling in his fingers. “Um… if it’s anything… I don’t really mind how you smell. It fits you… I like it.” Tree’s forest green eyes widened in surprise as he looked away so BH wouldn’t see the deep blush that was growing rapidly across his face like an invasive species of vine. Why was he always doing things like this?

Tree’s mind unintentionally flashed back to a couple days ago when BH was arguing with him about not getting enough sleep. Tree had turned away but was promptly snatched mid walk and pinned against the wall by an upset but concerned Black Hole. Tree on the other hand was silently freaking out being at such close proximity with his teammate. Pie had walked by, presumably back from visiting Bottle, and had given him a double thumbs up as she slipped back into her own room.

Tree eventually couldn’t take it anymore and reluctantly agreed to sleep for a while more, rushing into his room and slamming the door shut before Black Hole could see him crack as all his emotions rushed out. His face became a flustered mess and his leaves became more vibrant as he threw himself onto the bed, curling up into the sheets as he groaned silently.

Mother Nature have mercy, the man was going to drive him insane.

Black Hole pulled his hand away as he seemed to turn his attention to the stars beginning to peek out in the darkened sky. “It got so much darker already,” He said. “It would probably be faster if I carried you the rest of the way-“

“NO.” Tree interjected before BH could finish.

”But-“ The cosmic entity tried to protest, but was cut off once again. “It’s not that far away, I can walk there just fine.” Truth be told, Tree’s legs were practically killing him from all the work he’d done today, but BH didn’t have to know th-

Tree stumbled as his legs suddenly refused to function properly. Mere moments before his face connected with the ground though, he was caught and swept up into the arms of Black Hole, who had an annoying “What did I tell you” aura radiating from him.

“Don’t. Say. A. Thing.”

“Wasn’t planning to.” The smug star eater replied cheerfully as he adjusted his teammate’s carrying position to a nice comfy bridal style hold. Without saying anything else, they took to the air, the wind gently ruffling Tree’s leaves, and as he reached up to adjust said leaves, his hand felt the flower previously placed there. He sighed as his fingers wrapped around the stem of the Gardenia, pulling it closer to his chest while his other hand gripped the soft, familiar fabric of Black Hole’s hoodie.

Black Hole felt Tree holding onto him, and instinctively held him closer to his body as colors danced across his star flecked skin. He felt the other’s head rest gently in the crook between his neck and shoulder, a slow, warm, and unexplainable sensation spreading through his body from that singular point.

Maybe one day he could tell him how he felt. But for now he would just feel happy to be around him.

[applecranberryjuice]

Something something it's a metaphor. Hair as a form of communication but also as passage of time and also as a way for letting people in and also as a detail etc etc you get it

Actual explanation in the tags btw

I'm really nervous about this comic actually, is not the best. It doesn't make sense, and the art is mid, but I put love in it and I think that's enough

[natjennie]

i think mostly we as a culture need to stop pretending media is for us and instead recognize that it's for the people making it. "the show didn't do the thing I wanted it to" is so not the point. did it do what the people making it wanted it to do? did it tell the story they were trying to tell? than it was successful. if that doesn't align with what you wanted to happen, don't get up in arms about it. don't badmouth the creators and throw a tantrum. that's what fan works are for. the text is the text, and it told the story it was telling. you wouldn't be like "ugh shakespeare is insane for act v btw like there was no reason for juliet to kill herself she should've just waited and then her and romeo could have been together wtf this ruined the whole play" like no!!! the themes were there the set-up was there the foreshadowing was there shakespeare did what he intended to. just because it wasn't a happy ending and just because you thought it should've went differently doesn't mean it was bad. read a fic where juliet lives and move on.

[goemon-fan]

fujigoe

[rebornrosess]

A WORLD OF NOISE: THE ZABAJABA JUNGLE

ZABA by Glass Animals is 10 YEARS OLD TODAY.

A poem/stream of consciousness I wrote about ZABA on a rainy September night in 2022, one month after seeing Glass Animals live. ZABA was the album by which I found Glass Animals in 2018, and its abstract yet visceral nature continues to fascinate me. The more I listened, the more I felt I could understand the imagery drawn across its 11 tracks.

Essentially, I believe ZABA can be understood as a Queer reading and apologue of Plato’s allegory of the cave. There are many lines that allude to a (Queer) awakening from perceived societal constraints such as in Walla Walla (“it’s a ruse, all these creatures are a lie” & “i clap my hand and they’re gone into the night”), likely referencing the shadows projected by the puppet showmen in Plato’s allegory. Thus, the anguish expressed in songs predating ZABA’s release such as in Golden Antlers and in Exxus are symptomatic of a speaker trapped in a cave, unable to escape a deeper feeling of unease because they are only seeing the reality projected to them by a cisheteronormative system. It is only when the speaker escapes this metaphorical cave in Flip, the opening track of ZABA, (“I’m gonna shake my fetters / I’m breaking loose”), that they finally enter the confusing, overwhelming, but beautiful and fluid “world of noise” mentioned in Pools (and sonically created in Intruxx). Over the course of ZABA, the speaker wrestles with their preconceived notions of reality (Walla Walla uses a ton of imagery from The Matrix), relationships, gender, and sexuality, while simultaneously feeling betrayed by their family and society (Hazey and Toes).

The B-Side of ZABA dips into existential dread, as the speaker mourns the time they lost to the incomplete reality they had accepted in the cave, and the effects it had on their mental health (Wyrd), climaxing in Cocoa Hooves, as the speaker (or someone else), confronts them(selves) and the changes they have undergone in the ZABAJABA jungle. The speaker must choose if they wish to stay in the confusing yet euphoric jungle, or self-destruct (“set [their] wings on fire”) and return to the cave after flying too close to the sun and after indulging too deeply in their primal instinct. However, just as the freed prisoner in Plato’s allegory, the speaker runs the risk of never being able to live in blissful ignorance again, as their eyes may never re-adjust to the incomplete, crafted reality of the cave.

The last track of the album, JDNT, presents a conclusion as ambiguous as the title Dave refuses to explain. It is possible the speaker is accepting their doomed fate as prophecized to them by the antagonist in Wyrd, or radically accepting their outcast status, enjoying the “life untamed.” And perhaps, in the end, they triumph over their internal turmoil by recognizing it only has power over them if they allow it to, as it cannot “breathe without [them].” And thus, they return to the Earth, unfettered and born anew.

[kismetmoon]

"You are now one of our thousands of souls, we've taken and lifted above. You are ours, and we are yours".

[Plain text ID: a digital drawing of Bill Cipher in his pyramid form from Gravity Falls and an original Flatland / Gravity Falls crossover character, The Mosaic, in its isosceles form.

Bill is depicted as a large red pyramid with his topmost section disconnected from the rest of his body. This section contains a black eye with a glowing yellow pupil and four eyelashes on his upper and lower eyelid at the center of each side. He also has a glowing yellow top hat above his upper point. Below his topmost section is his middle section, which has yellow glowing teeth and a single black tongue on the top edges, black brick outlines all over the surface and a yellow glowing bow tie at the front center.

The Mosaic is a large isosceles triangle with arms, clawed hands, legs and a single large red glowing eye with a white outline in it’s center. It’s entire being is made up from various black shapes and lines - both regular and irregular.

The Mosaic is on the right in the background - looking down at Bill with one clawed hand reached out towards him, while it’s other hand goes off-screen. Bill is in the bottom left corner of the photo, looking up towards The Mosaic, his body bent slightly towards the left. He has a slightly strained expression, while the Mosaic has a blank expression.

The background is dark with grey looming clouds behind The Mosaic and graduates from dark to light grey (going top to bottom). The entire image has a noticeable red tint.

End ID.]

[lovebrushed]

you know how artists have muses? so let's say clarence is your muse.

as a sculptor, it's become so natural to you, the act of shaping his face from limestone and marble. you know every dip and wrinkle, every freckle and mole on his body. there's so many busts of him it's getting a little disturbing (he's just glad people don't visit your home often)

and then you get into an argument and leave him. or he's gone for a moment too long and you're discovered and killed by the rebellion. either way, clarence is left alone, in a house that has both too much and too little of you.

everywhere he looks he sees proof of your love and it's driving him insane. to know someone so well that it's second nature to sculpt their face and body? to adore them so much you choose to carve stone and marble in their likeness, over and over again? clarence is only now beginning to fathom the depths of your love for him. he's only now understanding the way in which artists love.

these sculptures are him but they aren't him. they're him through your eyes — the him that you cherished and adored and chose to sculpt. clarence looks at the sculptures and he doesn't see himself. he sees you.

(it's all so much worse when clarence acknowledges how scarily accurate they are. you've captured every baby hair at the edge of his forehead, the curve of the cupid's bow on his lip. you saw him, every part of him, and nothing has changed. you've kept his imperfections, instead choosing to carve him over and over til you've captured his likeness in full. the Him that you love is just him, clarence clayden, flaws and all. and it's like — you loved him. you loved him.)

it doesn't take long for clarence to crack. soon enough, all proof of your love is gone. it lays in pieces at his feet. in the corner, he sees the bridge of his nose carved into marble – at his heel, there lays his fractured, limestone smile. he's ruined it. he's ruined your love. he's ruined himself.

clarence should care. clarence should weep. but after so long without your touch – after so long surrounded by so much you and yet so little – he can't bring himself to care. he can't bring himself to fix his mess.

after all, destroying things is much easier than making them.

[spoopy-nevermore-dump]

This is extremely cursed and you don't have to answer it if you don't want but, out of curiosity, I went to see if Nevermore had an r34 tag yet. It does, but there's only one picture. Surprisingly it's Pluto.

...

*Leaves fandom* /j

Well, going off of this it was the only posted r34 art until SOMEONE- (you know who you are /lh)

Also didn't expect Pluto to claim the title of first posted nevermore content, I mean hey at least he's not getting completely babied into oblivion like a certain ed sheeran cheeto hair roomie

Knowing how fandoms work there im guessing there probably more somewhere.....*glances at sketchbook* I mean what who said that-

[carefulfears]

Explain what you said on Twitter

assuming that you're talking about when i said that imo the conversations around "scully, you're making this personal" aren't aligned with the intent/impact of the scene (actually i think what i said was that the scene is very serious but y'all never talk about what's serious about it so you loop back around to being unserious) and tbh i can do a post on my own feelings about the scene sometime when i'm feeling more with it if y'all want but i just meant that people bitch about that line every single day talking about how it's hypocritical and how infuriating it is and how much you hate mulder in s6 etc etc but i literally never see anyone even think about like...the actual meaning of the scene and implications of the line and the context and where they're each coming from. it's all just a very shallow and reactionary discussion in my experience

(i ended up talking more in the tags lol i never shut up in the tags)

[rhineposting]

saw someone unironically saying "rhinedottir fed nigredo to durin to make nigredo grow better and stronger because durin's stomach is actually nurturing like hummus 😊😊😊" god if you're up there can you revoke this person's rights to speak about rhinedottir, or any morally questionable girlboss for that matter. if you can't accept that a lady had her son swallow her other son whole then just move onto characters who are actually nice instead of rewriting the actually not so good characters to fit your imaginary narrative better.

[sskk-manifesto]

:)

[thatskindarough]

Having Izzy and Lucius be my two favorite characters is so weird sometimes. Like. They’re literally polar opposites. Yet they have weirdly similar gay vibes and I don’t know why. I saw a post that I can’t for the life of me find that said something along the lines of “Lucius embodies all of Izzy’s insecurities” and I’m like yes, that’s the dynamic I need in my life. Izzy isn’t good with emotions and true vulnerability, while that’s Lucius’s entire wheelhouse. Izzy gets insecure, snappy, and defensive when his authority is questioned while Lucius is composed, calm, collected and clever when Izzy challenges him. Izzy is desensitized and casual about violence while Lucius is incredibly put off by it. Lucius has found love and companionship with Pete but Izzy is struggling to hold onto what little he has left of Edward. Lucius is comfortable and confident in his sexuality while Izzy seems to struggle to realize the full extent of his and/or is uncomfortable with it.

They can bond over their missing limbs. And they’re both good at the “sword stuff.” In their own ways

[frogspawned]

i think, at the end of the day, you have to respect the work you are adapting. a writer doesn't have to be a fan of the source material, or strictly follow the primary story, but you have to understand what made it good, what made it appealing, and what it meant to say.

i would say netflix's dungeon meshi rigorously follows the original manga, often panel for panel, to great effect. it's an excellent adaptation that understands the themes and character of the work. it celebrates it for what it is. conversely, i'd argue that amc's interview with the vampire is spectacular precisely because of the way it breaks from canon. it actively 'yes, and's the book, imo, thoughtfully exploring the themes on its own terms. changes are not inherently bad, nor is a perfect replica inherently good.

you can like a work, and not understand it. you can understand it and not be a fan. but if you can't respect it, you should just be writing original work.

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Things that bring me out of a Merlin fic lol

Gwaine exclusively calling Arthur Princess . . . He says this once in the show guys

Pet names - idk why it just feels ooc most of the time Idk who this Percy person is, that's Percival. And I certainly don't know Merls

Uther not remembering Merlin's name - he knows

Aithusa calling Merlin papa or dad or something like that - idk it just icks me

Aithusa being referred to as "she" - I am a stickler for canon lol

Characters cursing very often, or using language that doesn't seemingly exist in their universe ("Arthur only has one braincell", using more than the one allotted PG13 "fuck" for dramatic effect)

Skipping over the entire recovery for an injury when the injury is the focus of the fic :(

Using the word "dating"

Fics where Merlin is depicted as a literal child in season one

Disclaimer: this is just my taste and doesn't dictate a "good" or "bad" fic

[digyoman]

listen i’ve said plenty about the book but i ALSO need you all to know that these lines were in an early script of the 1994 miniseries

[lisbonsteresa]

knees weak, arms are heavy