#the ramblings of an idiot.

[notokaybuthyperfixated]

Me rambling about something no one cares about except me <3

People being (genuinely) angry because something is unoriginal (and I don’t mean a complete knock-off I mean unoriginal) is kinda stupid— like yes someone did something similar— and maybe they even did it better— but does it really matter? Nothing is TRULY 100 percent original, not anymore. We are products of what we see and hear, and often so is what we create. reverse cliches will one day be the cliches, probably, it’s just what’s going to happen. (Yes I did see Zepotha hate, and yes this is why I’m posting this lol) ((BOTH OF THE FAKE MOVIES ARE INTERESTING TO ME)) (((Also, people probably thought about fake movies before tumblur; that’s kinda how movies are written ))) Anyway, both fake movies are pretty interesting and I enjoy hearing about both.

[go-to-the-mirror]

imagine youre at the end of the universe with your best friend, and you panic and shake salt everywhere, which forcibly changes your genre to fantasy. like i would never live that down

[sadmages]

In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet

[bellamyblakru]

are they… you know… [trying to die for each other while adamantly refusing to acknowledge their feelings] soulmates?

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[fettiowi]

STOP LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE DAMN GAME

[shadebloopnik]

Rewatched the scenes and just noticed this.

Husk pointing a finger at Alastor, touching him, im pretty sure semi shoving him with rather disrespectful words, and all Alastor does at that point is giggle, amused that his "pet" is daring to talk back

Vs.

Mimzy, an old friend from even when he was alive, pointing at him, teasingly reminding him of exactly what kind of person he was.

And Alastor removing the finger off of him.

AND HE DOES THIS WHILE (tho he wouldn't admit it) TAKING HUSK'S ADVISE(after he terrorized the poor guy)

My MAN what is going on in ur head

[inefffablle]

i will never get over how pained aziraphale looks during the kiss.

i will never get over how pained he looks because you just know that this isn't how aziraphale wanted it to go. this isn't how he had been planning it to go.

you just know he wanted it to be tender or even passionate but loving, and instead it was a goodbye. crowley’s final farewell.

i will never get over how pained aziraphale looks during the kiss.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC worlds greatest detectives ramble

You ever just get a bit tired of the batfamily being dumb?

Sure I appreciate a good “Danny is weird and the Bats try to figure out his deal and draw wrong conclusions based on incomplete evidence” fic as much as the next guy, and I’m definitely not saying not to write them

But the thing is, they’re all really smart. It’s their whole thing, they’re a family of detectives that dress up in colorful costumes and fight crime, but detectives nonetheless

And I get it’s for humorous effect to have otherwise intelligent people be incredibly dumb about one thing, but it’d just be nice to see them be smart sometimes. Even in a fic where they’re drawing the wrong conclusions, it’d be nice to see them use their detective skills

Like build a case so solid Danny questions whether they’re actually right about him and if he’s just confused

Or just apply it to more conventional situations/crimes

Because frankly it’s funnier if you show they’re smart before having them do something really stupid

If you build them up a bit, then it’s funnier when they fall down.

“Where did he go? It’s like he vanished into thin air!?”

“Don’t be silly, see these scuff marks? Someone recently went down this way. The gravel here has been disturbed indicating this manhole cover has been moved recently. Now if we just prop this up…”

“…huh, is that…?”

“Killer Croc and not the twink we were just tracking?”

“Yeah, that”

“Yeah, that’s killer croc… hi Waylon”

*large scaly hand darts out and drags Bat in question down in the sewers while Danny watches invisibly*

[zipstick]

glad somebody made this joke (from kiell's twitter)

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt2 to this post

'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.

It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.

Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'

'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'

Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.

'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'

'What happened?'

He sighs. 'It's complicated.'

'Wanna tell me about it?'

The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.

But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.

He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.

'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.

Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.

'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'

'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.

Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.

'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'

She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'

'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'

She nods. 'Okay.'

For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.

'Is it Eddie?'

Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.

'Wha- what?'

'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'

'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.

Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'

Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'

'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'

'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'

Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'

To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.

'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'

'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'

'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'

'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.

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[cowboyslikedean]

i was peer pressured into reading gideon the ninth and i need you all to know that for roughly the first four chapters i was so confused that it felt simultaneously like i was unlearning english with each line and that every third word was in some other different language that i have never spoken or understood, but that the narration was so well written and funny that i really didn’t care at all. anyway: five stars, you should all read it, and every scifi-fantasy novel protagonist should be a lesbian with a sword and no common sense.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 264

Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 

Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 

He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.

Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Get Souped!

[fruitisthenewvegitable]

Neil Gaiman: They aren’t talking

The fandom: *smashing their faces together like Barbies*

[iridescentpull]

A collection of FitPac things that make me smile:

When Pac says Fitch when hes anxious

Fit adopting Pac’s accent/pronunciation

Pac gives quick and frequent glances at Fit while Fit gives long and spaced-out ones

When one of them says a word and the other repeats it with a lower tone and it keeps going until one of them breaks

How as time went on, Fit's usual 'o/' when Pac joins gets more '/' (o////////////)

"Oiiiiiii" "Oi Fitch!"

How when Pac talks badly about himself, Fits there to remind him of all the incredible things he did and how much he survived

Pac understands how much Ramon means to Fit and gives them space when theyre together (the moment when the eggs came back lives rent free in my mind– Pac's soft smile when he saw Fit and Ramon talking was too much)

How they both understand that their platonic relationships (pac w mike and fit w phil) are very important to them and will come first if something happens

Just– the trust they have. Any time of them asks the other if they trust him, the other replies 'yes' immediately

Pac apologizing when he speaks portuguese and Fit reminding him to not apologize + making the effort to learn the correct pronunciation of portuguese words