#we don't talk about that NEARLY enough

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #39

Fic from Tony's POV of the ferry scene from Homecoming, but starting with the phone call. What did the call screen look like from his end? Was he able to see Peter's expressions? Why did he decide to call Peter in the first place? It looks like he's in a car - was Happy driving him somewhere and then Tony was like "my Peter's about to pull some bullshit sense is tingling" and bounced outta there in full Iron Man suit? What did the terror feel like from his end, seeing his a fifteen year old trying to hold together a ferry?

[daria-meoi]

[mewtwo24]

I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.

Turns out that was a perilous mistake.

Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me

What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:

LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"

The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--

How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls

And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:

Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.

Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)

Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:

Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me

Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:

I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.

And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...

I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.

How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.

Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.

[snarkylinda]

I just know that Spencer Reid reads the most horrible, messed up shit imaginable on his days off by laying on his fluffy cover and kicking his feet on the air and shit.

[tell-them-the-north-remembers]

Daeron the Good ended the deeply troubling tradition of grooming children into incest. He was a good father to his children. He challenged his own shitty father's crazy schemes. He wed a Dornish princess whom he was a good husband to and did his best to get rid of the anti-Dornish sentiment in the Seven Kingdoms at the time. He kept wise and capable men around to advise him. He treated his bastard half-siblings with respect he didn't even owe them. He did what no Targaryen king before, including Aegon the Conqueror could and brought Dorne into the Seven Kingdoms, not by bloodshed but by diplomacy. He put down a massive rebellion. For 25 years he was king and the realm prospered under his rule. People literally remembered him as "the good".

But sure, Daemon Blackfyre should have been king because he had a cool sword and was a "True Targaryen". Because being a Targaryen king means being a bloodthirsty tyrant who mistreats the people around him and takes only his desires into account when making a move that will affect the lives of thousands. Daeron did everything just right, like no king has done before but still he is glossed over or worse, antagonized because he was simply not "cool enough".

King Daeron II cared, and to some people that is apparently boring.

[sezja]

I trust the receptionist at my dentist's office more than I trust the average nurse anywhere else

[youling-the-ghost]

I wonder if Gabriel ever felt guilt during his time at the GPD

While he's no therapist, Gabriel definitely has qualities of one. His concern for Julian went past a police officer wanting to prevent a juvenile delinquent from becoming a criminal again. He genuinely wanted Julian to have a successful and happy future despite his past. He has genuine compassion for these criminals, and want them to live their best lives.

This brings me to my main point: does Gabriel ever look at these criminals and think "I can fix them," not from the perspective of a hopeless romantic who fell in love with a toxic person, but from the perspective of a criminal psychologist who wants to help these criminals, but knows deep down that he can't? Seeing all these criminals, many of which were victims of circumstance, and locking them away behind bars for years or even decades. All of it must take a toll on Gabriel, despite the fact that his job states no requirements of him helping the criminals.

And this brings us to another topic: Gabriel's job as profile. A profiler is defined as "a person who records and analyzes someone's psychological and behavioral characteristics, so as to assess or predict their capabilities or to assist in identifying categories of people." Gabriel's job is to simply analyse these criminals and suspects, not help them. While his kind and compassionate nature doesn't allow him to simply turn a blind eye to people who clearly need psychological assistance, he also understands that his job isn't to help criminals but to analyze them. The battle between compassion and responsibility is one that Gabriel has probably fought for as long as he's worked in the GPD, and will continue to fight as long as he's the GPD's profiler.

So...yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if Gabriel holds a lot of guilt and emotional baggage because of his job.

Slight deviation from analysis to headcanon here, I like to think that Gabriel becomes Julian's mentor and teaches him psychology so that he can open up a clinic to help those with criminal records. It's almost poetic in a sense; one of few criminals that Gabriel was able to help becoming his disciple and becoming the one to make his wish of helping criminals come true.

[countdown-til-sanders-take-over]

"percy jackson vs-" it doesn't matter who the second person is. it will always be hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby. have u read the house of hades?

Nico di Angelo

[pinkiepiebones]

Will I ever stop analysing Renfield's apartment? Probably. But not today.

So I had been trying to figure out just where this mirror is and I think I got it. I drew an arrow here; it's pointing to what I assume is the washroom. This would put this mirror above what I guess is a dresser.

Here you can see a black robe hanging on the door of, what I am again assuming is, the washroom. Juuuust to the left, barely in my circle there, is the dresser (or like sideboard or low table I don't fuckin' know) that the mirror is above.

It doesn't quite line up with my attempt at the layout but then if you consider the first screencap is also at a bit of an angle, it makes sense, because the window isn't really* directly across from this mirror. In addition to this bigger mirror, he's got the little Ikea fräk with the sticky note (image 2), a tall mirror kind of across from his bed (not seen in the movie; seen here in a picture Nicolas Hoult took),

and the little mirror on the wall in the dining area, visible when Dracula's chilling with his blood-and-eyeballs martini

I don't know if the mirrors are there to create even more light what with the reflecting what light is already in the space, but I'm going to assume it is, because if it was for, like, anti vampire safeguards, there's better places to be putting them.

anywau that's my useless screencap analysis for the day

[fma03envy]

In which Junko periodically sneaks out of the old school building to meet with Izuru (and then lies to her classmates about it)

[kiitchensiink]

this might be controversial but I've never understood why people dislike SAI, or see it as less musically worthwhile? tøp has always crossed genres and bucked tradition, and given us a new sound every album.

I really love how versatile they are! and it feels like we were genuinely being spoiled the entire album :') like, there's a perfect mix of absolutely heartbreaking songs (Choker, Shy Away, Redecorate, No Chances, THE OUTSIDE!!!!), and upbeat boppy songs with even more soulcrushing hidden aspects to them (Mulberry Street, Saturday, Good Day, Never Take It & Bounce Man)

I feel like they perfectly fit the aesthetic of cheerfully deceptive and dystopic, whilst also continuing their concepts from Trench and exploring them. I like the theme of like, maladaptive positivity that covers a hidden misery and darkness as the boys try to navigate being trapped in a hopeless situation, the critique on the current social climate of being hyperaware n information overload, and also all the MISinformation that comes along with it.

I feel like it's JUST as narratively interesting and complex as Trench was but bc there have been almost no theorycrafters talking about it, it didn't get nearly the love and insight it deserves.

I love you SAI, I love you dystopic societies covered by a chipping layer of pastel paint, I love you societal critique about being dragged back into the throes of depression and feeling as though society dresses it up in flowery language to make it more palettable to them, I love you boys who never limit themselves to one sound or genre and instead explore them all and push them to their limits and experiment and keep things interesting forever, I love you twenty one pilots

[dazais-guardian-angel]

went to my first con in 4 years on Friday to meet Kaiji Tang and got a Dazai autograph + video recording of him reading to me. He was the sweetest person (as I knew he would be) and interacting with him was lovely, but also at the same time oh boy it sure was an extremely stressful, ugly wake-up call of what it feels like to live in a world now where everyone around you has blissfully moved on from covid and can enjoy things normally and happily, while you'll forever be trapped in a hellscape of perpetual fear 🫠🫠🫠

[daddy-long-legssss]

[mixtapedoh]

charmer! jeonghan pics pls 🥺🥺

jeonghan!!!!!!!!!!!! i simply want to sit on the floor of his apartment with mediocre takeout and try (read: fail) to destroy him at a card game.

ੈ✩‧₊ — charmer

now you can have your incorrect opinion about poodle!jeonghan but personally, he is the subject of all my subpar poetry

[starstaiined]

jackie tilts her head back against the bathroom cabinets as it washes over her again: the same suffocating melancholia that settles and sinks into her skin until it fills her lungs. it fills her. colors every inch of her in a blue so heavy it has its own weight. she wonders, briefly, if this is how her mother feels when she takes a few too many downers. wonders if that's why her mom is gone more often than not. wonders how similar they really are. wonders why that scares her as much as it does. jackie closes her eyes and surrenders to the waves. she's sinking under the weight of everyone's endless expectations; she's nothing but a paper doll pulled through a shredder. soon, the great jacqueline taylor will be nothing more than scraps and smoke.

a part of her finds relief in that.

she isn't sure how long she's been here, locked away in the dark and dingy basement bathroom. minutes, hours, days, years. honestly, it feels like a lifetime in and of itself. (she tries to think, does being high make time go slower or faster? but her brain doesn't start, too wrapped up in the blue haze to provide an answer.) the door swings open and crashes into her legs, and she gives a pathetic yelp.

the world where someone yells and fumbles with a lightswitch feels a million miles away. no, no, no, no, no. jackie makes an attempt to sit up, but her body doesn't cooperate with her. the idea of being perceived in this state, in such disarray and surrounded by the shattered facade she usually wore, makes her throat tighten. jackie wishes her heart would just stop. it isn't the first time tonight she's prayed to a god she doesn't believe in for some modicum of mercy. she hopes it's someone she doesn't know. hopes it's just another person filtering into and out of lottie's homecoming afterparty. hopes the door will close and this moment of weakness will fade into obscurity. but when had she ever been that lucky?

"shit, taylor. the fuck are you on? you look like death." a familiar voice murmurs. and if the blue hadn't drained her sense of humor, she would laugh. of course it's natalie fucking scatorccio to find her like this. the door clicks closed and the lock turns, and a weight settles next to her on the floor. warm hands cradle her freezing face. "you alive there, princess?"

jackie sighs and opens her eyes in leui of a response. it drags a snort out of nat. she draws a sharp breath in between her teeth.

"look, whatever you took, you took entirely too fucking much. you are beyond blasted." a note of something that sounds extraordinarily like concern lingers in the air as surprisingly gentle hands brush hair behind her ear. "you need water. and food. and something warmer, you're shivering."

[godofsmallthings]

the way her voice turns into a whisper on "never wanted you to hate me" dear goddddddd