#what are your thoughts :0 ?

[thefrogdalorian]

I think on this fine Saturday afternoon it's a good opportunity to take a breather and remember that there are really no ethical paparazzi pictures. Every single one is inherently exploitative.

Just because photos were taken on a movie set, when someone is 'working,' does not make the practice any less invasive and creepy. Imagine just going about your day, doing your job and having some weirdo snapping pictures of you to sell without your consent for others to endlessly repost online.

There are thousands of pictures of your favourite actor online already. Plenty taken with his knowledge and consent. I'd really like to see more of them on my dash, rather than the creeper shots.

And don't get me started how disseminating these pictures directly leads to people going to said sets. What starts off as admiring how good someone looks has real world implications.

No, hanging around a movie set and disrupting people doing their jobs is not harmless fun or a way to show your appreciation.

If you hang around a movie set, you are a stalker.

Don't tell me that it's okay to take your online admiration for someone offline. You may admire him but he does not, and will never, personally know you. He will never be your friend/boyfriend/daddy. He is a stranger.

The only way meeting your favourite actor is going to happen is at a convention or maaaaaybe a movie premiere if you're incredibly fortunate. You know, places they appear specifically to meet fans (or not in the case of premieres, where the purpose is to promote a movie. Which is also completely understandable if actors don't stop. You are not owed an interaction).

Of course, you cannot help it if you randomly run into someone you admire in the wild. Even then, consider that they probably won't be all too thrilled to be approached in public by a complete stranger. It's up to you to gauge the situation, but remember there is a person at the heart of all of this.

Boundaries and respect are a kindness which deserves to be extended to each and every human being regardless of their looks/talent/fame/wealth.

Fandoms blur those lines a little too often for my liking and I think just scrutinising what you're interacting with, or what behaviour you could be possibly falling down that slippery slope towards is nice to do every once in a while.

I mean no malice with this post and it is not directed at anyone in particular. It's something I cannot help but feel strongly about because I've seen this destructive cycle time and again in fandoms over the years. It's not healthy and it makes us all a little bit more disconnected from our humanity for it...

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

i switched back from androgel to testosterone injections after 2 years and im having a male puberty crisis over gabriel and this blog isnt helping. thank you (genuine)

oh you are in special type of hell, good luck soldier 🫡

stay strong and try to stay sane

[moonlit-tia]

I'm genuinely surprised by how little dawnbreaker content there is

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Not mobility aid, but I do have a headcanon that one of the reasons why Sniper is always wearing his aviators and hat is because he's got hypersensitive vision. He gets extremely dizzy and bothered by bright light, so he keeps his glasses on.

Sometimes I project myself onto Scout and have him deal with chronic dehydration and vertigo. I, myself, have both of those. I'm always extremely dehydrated and I have long waves of dizziness that can increase in intensity or decrease as my day goes on. But I'm almost always dealing with dizziness of some kind. My dehydration came from having an eating disorder for so long that my body just kinda.. messed everything up?? One of the things that messed with my guts was drinking nothing but coke cans. Knowing Scout drinks Bonk so often, I'd imagine he picks up the same problems I have. I usually try to drink water through my water filter bottle, but I often turn to Gatorade for a quick help.

Also, I love the idea of Soldier with hearing aids. That just makes sense, y'know?

Oh, I love all your ideas so much!! I'm sorry this took so long to answer, but I wanted to think about it before replying :)

I've had a lot of people tell me in my inbox about your headcanon with Sniper and his aviators, and honestly, you guys are so real /pos!! As someone who has eyes as weak as shining a flashlight during a sunny day, even just looking at a bright screen gives me massive headaches so my phone brightness is constantly at 10 or 20 percent :'(

I imagine working in a loud, overstimulating battlefield with the bright sun smouldering everything; and having to strain your eyes focusing and unfocusing through the scope must be a stimulation nightmare for Sniper. His aviators probably soften the edge of his headache, and also probably his hat for shade!! Something I personally like to do is doing little eyes "stretches" from time to time, like looking at smth 20ft away for a minute, and then 10 ft, and then 5ft etc... do you think Sniper has to use eyedrops too?? Maybe he doesn't blink enough because he always needs to have his eye peeled for headshots and spies.

I also really like your Scout headcanon because AUGH I also never drink enough!!! But for different reasons, I just never really feel thirsty and only drink when absolutely necessary, so I end up drinking like a cup every two days :( I also like your idea of the dehydration being because of his insane BONK consumption because it makes a lot of sense for him to have that problem, and it seems pretty realistic

Anyways, thank u for sending me ur tf2 disability ideas, and remember to drink water!! I love u <3

[good-beanswrites]

A little comedy drabble for @kyanako5972 in return for their very impressive musical skills! (The Jailbreak mix wouldn't have fit together without ya👍) Fuuta gets his hands on some slime... They've done some art for it here :3

[I couldn't think of something funny enough, but insert broadway bootleg Milgram Slime Tutorial joke here]

Fuuta was open-minded. Of course he was. He was the most open-minded guy here. He knew that vengeance could come in many shapes. Sometimes it took the form of beautiful, poetic violence. Sometimes it was cutting words and a grand victory. And other times, it appeared as sticky craft slime. You just had to have an open mind to see it.

Not everyone was in as receptive of a mood. 

“A-are you sure it’s not a, a toy?” Haruka asked.

“It’s not.”

“B-but,” he pointed, “it’s --”

“No! It’s a weapon.”

“I don’t know if you know what a weapon is…” Amane looked down at the table. “You couldn’t have requested something a bit more… sharp?”

“Eh!? This is a pri-son. Like they’re gonna give me something like that. I’ve got to take matters into my own hands.”

To prove his point, he picked up his creation. The color wasn’t as flashy as the others’, but it held the perfect consistency for what he needed. It had taken some time to formulate the perfect plan of attack. There were rules he had to work around, after all. (No matter how open-minded he was, rules were rules.) There was a no-violence ban. Fuuta had already tested that one -- several times, actually -- and was sure he couldn’t get around it. Their requests were monitored, and it wasn’t as if he could go and order weapons. And then, even if he did get his hands on something truly dangerous, the original ban would stop him from using it. That left him with only one option.

“It’s definitely a toy. The others are playing with it.” It was true, Haruka, Muu and Yuno had their own colorful creations. Amane herself hadn’t grabbed any, though she sat with her eyes glued hungrily on the others’ projects. Her interest in it wasn’t helping Fuuta’s case.

“Exactly, it’s the perfect disguise! They’ll never see it coming.”

“There’s nothing to see coming…”

Muu poked at hers. “Look~ Mine’s cute and pink, see? I’m even going to add some glitter when Haruka’s finished with it.”

“I-I Uh, I think I added too much… sorry…” Haruka’s slime had lost all appealing texture, turned into a clumpy, sparkling mess.

Fuuta heaved the loudest sigh he could manage, but the others continued paying him no mind. He was doing this for them, shouldn’t they care? Es had slapped Haruka during his interrogation, for god’s sake! That was child abuse! Yuno was only a year older and returned from her interrogation with complaints of violence! And Fuuta --! Well, he actually hadn’t experienced any of that, but that didn’t matter. No hero of justice would let all that go unpunished. 

His moment came quicker than expected. He’d planned on ambushing Es coming in or out of their room, but they surprised everyone by coming into the common area. It was fate.

“I heard you all were playing with some crafts in here.”

Amane glanced at Fuuta. He shot her a look back that meant “don’t say a single word.” His exaggerated expression only drew Es’ attention.

“Something to say, prisoner three?”

“Yeah!” He wound up his arm. 

He had an open mind, but not necessarily a quick one. With more time, he could have come up with a righteous cry, something along the lines of: “this is for Haruka and Yuno, you damned scoundrel!” Or even: “meet your judgment, tyrant!”

But as the slime came careening toward’s Es’ face, the only thing he managed was, “fuck you!”

Splat.

The common room fell silent. Fuuta froze. The slime had hit its mark perfectly. It hit Es squarely on the side of the head. It splattered onto their hat. A good deal had tangled itself in their hair. It oozed toward their shoulder, clumps falling onto the uniform. As they tried to wipe it from their face, the material clung to their gloves, getting stuck between their fingers. 

Their eyes moved slowly from their ruined clothes to Fuuta’s still outstretched hand, to his face. “I see.”

They turned on their heel and left.

“That’ll teach ya!” He called out, a moment too late after they’d gone. He turned to Amane, who was watching with a mix of amusement and disappointment. “There’s no way that stuff’s washing out easy. Maybe they’ll have to put on a spare uniform in the meantime.” 

“You shouldn’t have made them so mad,” she said.

“Pah! What’s the brat gonna do? Name me guilty over it?”

[mooncheese3]

A DELICIOUS PIDW BINGJIU THOUGHT

how much of binghes anger would triple when he realizes that, in every battle he wins, every conquest he takes, they are won partially because of sqq's teachings he used to diligently take note of. even if he'd like to convince himself it was entirely because of his abilities, it just cant be the case when he still gets flashes of sqq's strict voice instructing him on better courses of action

JUST LIKE. I THINK ABOUT SQQ SCREAMING "I MADE YOU, YOU FUCKING BEAST" AT LBH AT ONE POINT DURING HIS IMPRISONMENT

LIKE. maybe sqq sounds angered, maybe he can sound triumphant and/or mocking. Maybe he sounds bitter

AND DEPENDING ON HOW HE SAYS IT, THE EMOTION HE CONVEYS AND SO HOW HE FEELS ABOUT BEING LBH'S MAKER, BINGHE WOULD GET SO WRECKED

LIFE CRISIS KIND OF WRECKED

LIKE. if sqq said it bitterly, what lbh might get from it is that sqq has regrets over being his teacher and treating him as horribly as he did

hed be victorious over it but the part of himself thats still that eager-to-please-kid would feel like he dissapointed the teacher he admired most

If sqq said it w triumph and mockery lbh would go crazy because HES RIGHT! HES FUCKING RIGHT!! and he HATES that hes right!!! insert some sqq throat choking courtesy of our crazed demon boy binghe, eagerly sponsored by xinmo

[wakinguponsaturday]

I'm gonna be a hater for a moment and say that I wish they hadn't made it so a "good" PC could recruit Minthara by knocking her out. Having recruited her on my "evil" playthrough, she's one of the best written characters in the game (when her dialogues actually trigger) and her VA's performance is fantastic. I'm not alone in having said the evil route is pretty bare bones relative to the good choices, and Minthara was one of the few things it had going for it. And I do want more people to experience that!

But you can do that by just. Thinking up an evil PC. Dark Urge is already pretty well set up for this if you're not great at conceptualizing original characters. The evil route is again already gutted, and this just makes the gameplay even more unbalanced. Your actions should have consequences - hence why raiding the grove has Karlach and Wyll leave your party. That's great, I love that moral fortitude on their part! And similarly, siding against Minthara locked you out of having her as a companion.

I know fully that this does not matter, and that other people are approaching the game differently. Hell, I'll probably knock Minthara out to recruit her on my next playthrough because I've adored having her around. (Though how I'll manage to gain approval with her as a goody two shoes, I don't know. The worldviews are pretty diametrically opposed.) But I think that it was a reasonable and well thought out decision to keep Minthara locked to that one choice at the onset. It didn't need to change. And playing as a morally grey or evil character, in a game whose moral greyness was already sparse, suffers more for it.

[kazz-brekker]

people are always discussing the lack of pronunciation guide in asoiaf and how you are supposed to say various valyrian names but i would like to also bring up the fact that the books and tv show have conspired to convince people to pronounce the name jaime as "jamie" instead of "hi-may" which is something that i have always found strange

[deus-ex-mona]

ok but. with meoto aizo’s ✨demon reveal✨ one of his lines in the first verse kinda makes sense now?

i did think that it was kinda weird that he said 「同情もない」 before he and meoto yujiro got married. which y’know, kinda funny choice considering the other time he used 同情 was when he gave mona that umbrella out of pity that day in the rain

but with the reveal, i guess local demon aizo just couldn’t find it in himself to muster up some pity for the poor human sacrifice who was to be wedded to him

and he chose to fall in love with her instead, i guess, so who’s the real winner here?

[deer-with-a-stick]

I think someone should just throw all of the BG3 companions into Dungeon of the Mad Mage. Just take the post-canon generally considered "good" endings and throw em in there.

Why? Because it would be hilarious to me and also that's like the one official module that goes up to level 20.

I won't lie and say the only thing I can think of is the team trying to kill an angry mechanical purple worm while screeching at Gale because "what do you mean we're in Waterdeep and you know the bastard who owns this death trap?? I was perfectly alright in the damn Underdark thank you very much I did not sign up for this"

[bigothteddies]

nothing will ever disappoint me ever than “You can do ANYTHING!!” tagline video games. “The only limit is your imagination!” WRONG!!

Can I have sex in your game? Can I pay for things in game without having to grind or hook up a credit card? Are the cosmetics in your game locked to only your designs and your ingame store or can we design whatever we want to put on our characters? Can I customize the car however I want or is there a set of choices for each part you created that I cannot deviate from? Can I program interactions within the game? Can I make it so my car plays songs for everyone within a 50 foot radius or blinks its headlights whenever someone does a dancing emote in front of it? Can I move around within the car while it’s driving? Can I get into every building in the map? Can I load in a nintendo inspired character or look without getting copyright striked? Can I play other video games within your video game? I’m serious can I play Stardew Valley or Helldivers 2 on a screen in my living room in game? Can I play music ingame through my spotify account? Can I buy pizza in game and have it show up irl at my house? Can I skateboard in your game? Can I ride bikes? Rollerskate? Snowboard? Ski? Do tricks? Are the physics any good? Can I create my own tricks and animations or am I limited to whatever you predecided are the only possible options for a culture designed around doing whatever you want? Can I create art? Can I play music? Can I design my home? Can I design my town? My world? My government? Can my friends play with me? Can we curate our own space without other people? Can

[smallest-moon]

wanted to call him silly bc obviously its not a cake made out of spit, its not that literal ya goofball

but then i realized i was yesterday years old when i found thst when people say "spit in my mouth" they actually mean making out with someone and that not everyone has a degradation/humiliation kink so i guess things arent always obvious

[loppiopio]

the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅

(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)

it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>

(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)

[nutzo0001]

what grinds my gears, and happen so very often:

short post, and just for my blog (here just to have place to input it in)

0/27, 17/04/24 Random thoughts

many intenrnet posts about "how people love..." to be awake at 1-5am, "just to be in..." dark and silence, alone, with their thoughts - when one person pinpoints it, it is romantic for a while. but then, it starts to (get popular,) feel sacharine and there are copycats andcomments to it. makes one wonder ?how so?"

...

what to do? it feels like the best era already happened, and we live in the last era - last juice of past glory - pastiche of it. '97-'15 peak (/before big-media...). after that, culture and society went to era of "meta-criticism", being critical about why [it] is so critical... - gives me the same "vibes" as if... your dreams came true, - but then , as if - you start to feel guilty, lied to (sorts of "suffering from success"), weird ("and now what!") - similar to about any [post-revolution] (brainfog) zeitgeist - you got what you want(ed), - but how to assure this wont repeat, that [*this*] will not be took for granted (...), forgotten, and bagatelized - (new-)normalized, - simplified, and >> used in (some, pol.) future campaign , and or used in some form of (pol., soc.) coercion?!! - - just *another* status quo, "without" history!

(they npcs accept unacceptable)

[good-beanswrites]

Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store. 

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore. 

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath. 

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her. 

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death. 

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno. 

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying. 

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well? 

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe. 

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

[lanternlightss]

if we ever get nameless bard’s model, i really, really hope at one point we get him framed in the lighting like this (a call back to him surrounded by light in the boy and whirlwind? put upon a pedestal? or the bard, a guiding light from past...)