do the silly thing. if you do not do the silly thing time will pass and it will not be the same silly thing it could have been. it will still be silly, and it will still be yours, but it will not be the same. this is both a blessing and a curse, but so is living; and if you do not do it now when will you? who will? it has to be you, it was always meant for you, waiting for you.
Convincing yourself that everything will go wrong and everyone hates you is such a horrible way to live. Like whats wrong up there brain? Why are you so scared of everything? Now im paranoid >:(
Here's another art post of Cragger and Crooler! I'm a bit nervous about how active the Chima tags are right now but also really happy to see people get into the fandom! Welcome everyone, I hope it hasn't been too chaotic for you guys.
Also this took an annoying amount of time, for something I feel is simple but oh well, I'm happy with it. All follows/reblogs are loved but I'm not forcing! :D
Replaying from the beginning, I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that Astarion actually expected us to not immediately clock that he's a vampire. And I know this has been said before, but it's so hilarious.
He's over there, thinking himself suave and secretive, with such decor as...
A clearly bloody glass cup sitting right in front of his tent, in a puddle of blood, as the very first thing you see
another bloody goblet at his feet, with stains that do not look anything like wine on his white carpet
jars of blood inside his open tent, complete with a very clear bloodstain on the pallet under his bedroll
this clearly labeled bloodbank jar, covered in bloodstains, just on the table right next to him
this veritable dinner table napkin covered in blood, and of course, the pièce de résistance,
the fucking mirror in clear view, angled perfectly so that if he wasn't a vampire, you should be able to see his ass in it in premier plan when approaching from the campfire.
Not only is he very clearly a vampire, but he's also an excessively messy eater, which honestly makes the fact that he is only revealed on the third night a downright humiliating admonishment of the party's collective intelligence.
(Though, armed with the knowledge that he cannot seem to keep blood in his mouth, there is also some real potential here for the first act of physical tenderness he experiences in centuries to be the player character just... absently wiping a drop of their blood off his chin with their hand after a feeding.)
I saw that Mass Effect Legendary Edition was on sale for 9.59, so im like, yknow! ill give it a try. It looks interesting, theres romance, one of my favorite blogs @deep-space-elf posted about it and likes to play it. So lets try it!
Tell me why
WHY
did i have to get my heart broken within 15 minutes?
I saw Nihlus, I met Nihlus. He's a cutie patootie, i loved him, i was excited to continue playing and interact with him more
The kidnappers do their usual speech, tell Peter if he acts up they'll hurt Tony. Peter acquiesces to torture, takes on beatings, witnesses Tony getting beat to within an inch of his life just because Peter talked back, etc. It goes on that way for a while.
Then, one day an alarm sounds. The kidnappers, who had been about to torture Peter in front of Tony, with Tony struggling against the chains and Peter unwilling to let him take his place... suddenly this alarm sounds and the kidnappers stop. They toss Peter back into the cell, unchain Tony, and rush away. Peter is too injured to get up, even though he's crying and calling out for them to bring Tony back.
Then, Iron Man bursts into the room.
It turns out, Peter was the only one kidnapped. They'd set it up so one of the kidnappers was using face altering tech to torture Peter psychologically and also to keep him compliant. Peter has spent all this time sacrificing himself, agonizing over the man's pain, in terror over his wounds, enduring torment so he wouldn't have to, for one of the men who kidnapped him in the first place.
Bonus:
Peter now has SEVERE separation anxiety, PTSD night terrors about Tony being injured in ways he has personally witnessed in real life.
Meanwhile, Tony gets to unlock fun new levels of guilt. Blaming himself not just for taking so long to find Peter but for being the reason Peter is so hurt (physically and mentally). Tony finds he has zero (0) problem with Peter staying close by.
Eventually they have to talk it out. Peter tells Tony he can't feel guilty that Peter loves him, that they're family. Yes, the kidnappers exploited that, but Peter's glad Tony didn't actually have to go through all those things.
Tony says he wishes he was there, so Peter wouldn't have had to go through it alone.
Peter: I wasn't alone. I had you. Even when it's just someone pretending to be you, that's what you mean to me. Protection and hope. A reason not to give up.
me, gearing up to explain why the dragon prince's latest seasons have continued to disappoint me, that while i love the lore and worldbuilding and characters there are clear pacing issues that are so jarring it takes me out of the experience, and that i say all of this with great love for the series but there's only so much good concepts can do before animation has to catch up in order to retain the average viewer's attention. that although season 4 and 5 have been branded as "the mystery of aaravos" the titular character barely appears and that is a crime to me, that even if it's for the suspense and intentionally leaving the viewer/main characters in the dark it's not doing a good job at building up his character and i fear for the exposition dump that will inevitably happen later on. that i will be harsh in critiquing this series because i love it so much and want it to be the best it can be: *inhales*
also me the moment i actually finished the goddamn season:
The Heir of Redclyffe is teaching me that what Little Women really needed was for the March sisters to have a clever, witty, sharp-tongued, disabled brother who was BFFs with Laurie.
getting hit with the "feeling touch starved need to be Held" curse so hard like there is an evil wizard somewhere who hath set a hex upon me for all time . the only cure for such a powerful curse is like maybe a hug perchance