one thing that's just one of my weird little personal wishes, i really wish gandalf used more of his Hobbit style alchemical "magic" in LoTR, he really only uses it for fireworks at the very beginning then he mainly just uses his ring and divine authority
it's been a while since i tried looking, but i did hear that something like this happens last year and over time started to think, "was it a fluke?" bc no one posted footage or caps of it then, and i aimed for a completionist run in my first playthrough. turns out it's real! and definitely shines a new light on a character that, for most other types of playthroughs, will not give this much emotion! EDIT: transcript now included, and some stillshots under the cut
[0:28]
Marie: Henry, this is the man who kept you from doing the right thing tonight. Kill him.
[0:15]
Forrest: Henry, you don’t have to do this. If you’ve not killed anyone yet, there’s still time to make the right decision.
[0:05]
Out of shot: (Gunshots) Henderson Police! Freeze!
Marie: No! Henry, get out of there!
(in which robin gets taken along with will to the upside down.)
“Woah,” Robin says, her breath coming out like a puff of smoke in the frigid air. The blue atmosphere is worse outside, the asbestos flakes falling like snow instead of the stagnant flakes inside Robin’s house.
It’s Hawkins. All of Hawkins, reflected like some sort of mirror dimension.
“My house isn’t far from here,” the kid says, dodging the tentacles and making his way through the front yard. Robin follows close behind.
god i really want to sign up for a bad things happen bingo card and just like. write the messed up whump and h/c that my freaky (derogatory) little heart really wants lmaoooo, i haven't written h/c for the sake of h/c (aka without, like, turning it into a Fic) in so so so long, but also i have enough on my plate with ye olde trying to build a consistent writing habit with my mcspirk bingo card - which is more about writing stories for me lmao, and not just, like, me leaning over my keyboard in a dimly lit room rubbing my grubby little hands together as i hurt someone (leonard mccoy) and then let the people who love them kiss their forehead and comfort them.
but oh i was looking at the list of the prompts, and i was like, yeah, yeah i do actually want to let my h/c freak flag fly lmaoooooo
i know it's not a good idea because i do not want to let myself get overwhelmed and/or in over my head! but also. also. also. i still have le ongoing problem of wanting to turn everything into a capital-f Fic instead of just dashing off nonsense, like i'll dash off nonsense all day here lmaoooo, but when it comes to a story i want to??? this sounds so pretentious. i always want to write something??? Good???? i don't mean good writing or whateve,r i mean like a??? meaningful story??? (ugh so pretentious) (and to be clear i'm NOT saying i'm succeeding - only attempting!!!)
and the siren call of writing 1k about a cardboard cutout bad guy that has a knife to mccoy's throat while mccoy backtalks and kirk tries to bargain and mccoy is trying to hide the fact that he's already been stabbed in the side and spock has to carry him back once kirk shoots the bad guy??? listen. listen.
but also i do know myself and would i be Content with dashing off 1k nonsense or would i. still. the meaning. would i still the meaning. that's the question. the meaning. would i still.
am i looking at my neighbor's yard like wow that grass looks so green and takes no upkeep (probably), do i still want mccoy with a knife at his throat and jim's desperate eyes and steady voice and spock's steady eyes and the imperceptible tremble in his hands as he picks mccoy up from where he fell (absolutely)
i mean i could just get a card! it doesn't mean i have to write anything! (that's the devil speaking)
within the context of byler fights, i see a lot of people say that mike is short-tempered and like while that may be true i feel like will is even quicker to just... snap. like, he gets very emotional very quick. in their fights, mike's voice stays pretty constant and even, but will's quickly starts getting watery, loud, pointed, cracking, etc. he speaks from his chest. his tone goes up and down. he uses his hands a lot. his eyes are wild and wide and boring into mike, challenging him almost. he pokes at mike. still, mike doesn't escalate; he matches will's hurt with his own, but he doesn't outwardly burn quite as hot. not with him. i just.. idk. i think it's interesting. will's anger is often overlooked or outright ignored in fandom, but it's very clearly there.
okay I'm not expecting anyone to care all that much, but I was looking at the prompts for the 18th Day of Gift-Giving for my Olli/Allu fic advent calendar and I'm between two options on what to do with them, so if anyone out there wants to put in their two cents...
(see the pros and cons in the tags of the original post)
Max’s eyes widen, studying the round dark eyes of the baby she’s holding, his feet kicking off the table like he wants to bounce and drool all over the fist he has in his mouth. She raises an eyebrow as she him, peering curiously at the soft curls starting to overtake his bald head, the precarious stains lining the front of his onesie, and his little, fat feet that are trying to stand up. His body goes rigid in her grip as he pushes up in a standing position, then immediately falls limp again. He coos at her and Max just stares, arms out straight, and looks over to Mike. He's standing in the middle of his living room, and trying to get the baby’s four year old sister and new third grader Holly to sit and watch a VHS. Currently, they are running around in a flurry of tulle and glitter, make up done by Holly, and pretending they are some sort of space princesses. They’ve made it very clear that Mike is in fact, a “stupid boy alien” and isn’t allowed on their spaceship. It's been a few hours of this since his parents and aunt and uncle left for dinner and his patience is wearing thin.
Mike twists his thin frame around, holding the clicker up in the air as they encircle him. “I don’t want to be on your spaceship!” he squeals dramatically. Then sobs to the sky. “I just want you to sit down so I can put this damned movie on!”
“Ooooh, youuu said a baaad word! I’m gonna tell Mommy when she gets home!”
Mike rolls his eyes and screws his eyes shut tight in the dorky way he does when he’s flustered. His tone is sarcastic and clipped as he squints down at her. “Uhm, you will not be up when Mom gets home, first of all. Second of all, I am almost twenty years old and it’s none of your business what I say! Now get on the couch!”
He gathers them up in his arms roughly and plops them down on the couch with an exasperated huff. The five year old, with matching dark hair to her baby brother and a bright smile, giggles and Holly squeals angrily, pummeling Mike on his back over and over with her tiny fists. “No!’ she squeals, to no avail.
(Spoilers for the Sonic Frontiers Update 3 Trailer)
You know it's been a while since the trailer dropped, and I haven't seen anyone notice the fact the Sonic's eyes turn cyan when he gets the max ring bonus, which makes Super Sonic's eyes going cyan interesting, implying that he's at max rings despite the form usually consuming them.
Now, since I highly doubt Sonic's just gonna be all "woohoo infinite super form", especially with the eerie red aura stuff that happened when he transformed the second time, I have a little bit of speculation to share: Sonic will be at max rings through the fight because cyber corruption will take max life instead of rings, forcing him to beat the boss before his max life depletes and the corruption consumes him completely.
Now I might be completely off base. I'll admit, I haven't played much of the second update nor Frontiers in a good while, but IDK. That sounds like a cool fight idea if it's the case.
still from My Love by Route 94 ft. Jess Glynne, Inferna, Untitled by Jen Yoon, Passion and Pain Taste the Same When I'm Weak by Tove Lo, Paradisa, Passion and Pain Taste the Same When I'm Weak, Inferna, Heaven by Shaun Frank & KSHMR ft. Delaney Jane, Purgatoria, Lost in Paradise by Rihanna
HOUSES I-III: INFERNA, PURGATORIA, PARADISA
The first three of my nine Locked Tomb fics are now out by popular demand! I wrote these quite a while ago now, when I finished Gideon the Ninth, using solely the mechanics we'd been given in that book, and that means they should be quite spoiler-free for any other. Rated E; summaries for each (Gideon/Harrow) fic in the Google Doc (title link). See my Locked Tomb masterpost of fics here.
I-III | IV-VI | VII-IX
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i have a craving for sweet kaifics where kai gets to have a happy life BUT then again... what if Kai but he absolutely loses his shit and embraces the darkness??? opposite Kai.
this cinnamon roll, absolute gem of a man spiraling into a horrid, monstrously lethal version of himself while still having his sweet dweeb moments every now and then because that's just how he is??? but he just keeps collapsing into his own darkness and detaching from his emotions and perceptions and embraces being a weapon and an object and becoming just absolutely ruthless
so basically, canon divergence: what if Kai but he just absolutely fails at what he succeeded in canon? what if Kai, but he's not strong enough to maintain his integrity growing up under the pressure of the asunaro environment? what if Satou Kai, but he traumatizes himself by killing a person (Sei, possibly???), and then just never stops because he thinks he can't redeem himself anyway.
watched A League of Their Own's pilot. utterly fell in love with Max (and her sismance with Clance <3).
[Caption: gif from A League of Their Own. Clance emphatically tells Max "I love you more than anyone else in the entire world. You know that, right?", making Max smile, fond. Clance's husband is standing behind her.]
I just started playing ffxiv this week and I still have no idea what I'm doing but I keep playing because I finally found a game that has a character creator that allowed me to make and play as the huge buff woman of my dreams 👌