priest: i don't, ah, quite know what to say to you. if you are in such terrible danger, why are you taking it all so calmly?
constantine: hmh! i dunno, father. i had a bloke beaten to a pulp earlier this evening. that sound calm to you?
priest: you did what...?
constantine: i must've been off me bleedin' rocker. i've never done anything like it before in me life, y'know?
constantine: but there's header gets his guts blown out, and george is stickin' his head in the noose, and helen gets ... jesus, then friggin' sarah bites me head off — ! everything's coming to bits in me hands and it's so easy to just see red and now, shit, they could've killed the tosser for all i know!
and now i'm just like the bastards i've hated all me life! kill him! fire him! close them down! piss all over him! screw you, i can do whatever i want! i so much as blink and you're dead, pal! i'm in charge!!
...
constantine: 'scuse me, father. i'm always like this when i don't get me own way.
— hellblazer #81, "rake at the gates of hell pt. 4"
babygirl you are just....so, sooooo offputting. (and grieving, and guilty, and terrified, but yeah: offputting.)
anyway, it's issues like this one that remind me why i kind of hesitate over some of the retcons in the recent spurrier runs, like the one with him now having opened dream's pouch of sand and stolen some before they even met. because like, it's easy enough to look at john constantine now — with 70 years of worst possible choices and unresolved trauma crystallizing underneath his skin to cover up all the soft, hopeful bits where he's used to getting hit — and assign him arbiter of ill intentions, magus of wasted potential, saint of shit choices, but man . . . he was new to this, once. he was still new to this 80 issues in.
80 issues in, and he's not used to losing friends yet; he even has time enough between catastrophes to grieve each individual one. still has enough left to live for at this stage to necessitate running and hiding, instead of bodily throwing himself at the problem like he learns to later, or sitting apathetically by to do nothing except smoke and watch the world fall apart when he finally gives up. fuck, he still apologizes.
and you're telling me this guy, this soppy wet cat motherfucker hiding from the devil in a church basement, so guilty over not knowing what happened to the guy that he paid people (paid chas, so chas could pay people) to attack that the bottle he's holding in this scene isn't even his second or third........this guy's past, more innocent self lied right to the face of DREAM OF THE ENDLESS and got away with it?
I think it's funny how the Metal Virus was eventually taken out by basically doing the whole "Let's take *place or thing here*, and push it somewhere else." Patrick Star idea; Just chuck the whole damn thing into the sun.
Yeah, that smacked of Flynn writing himself into a corner.
When Sonic and Amy find zombified Rough and Tumble, they discover that they're indestructible, because Amy's hammer turns them into mush that then reforms itself. This means that the virus changed them to a molecular level: they are no longer organic, but made of metallic goop. Either you chemically reverse the process, or those people are functionally dead.
And yet, Super Silver can simply... yank the virus out of their DNA. And yeet it.
I get that Super Silver's telekinesis is stronger than regular Silver's, but this may be too much, dontcha think? He even healed Rough and Tumble still stuck in a hole underground - what kind of reach do his powers have??? There's being Super, and then there's being Jesus!
This is because Flynn was too concerned with raising the stakes (to his own admission when he explained his reasoning for Shadow in #19), and as usual, when a writer focuses on raising the stakes to the point where they reach their limit, the resolution to said stakes is rarely satisfying.
you know with all the buzz going around it, i know re9 won't be as shitty as the reddit community makes it sound but also i hope in a way it won't be an utter disappointment ( read, a game only about chris & leon ) like... show us the core four, what are they up to these days and how deeper they are in the rabbit hole of all the pawn conspiracies. show us beloved "side characters" that we've been asking about and don't make it lazy by saying they all joined the bsaa - give it some variety, tell us how the outbreaks they were involved in shaped their vision of the world, how they're helping the mains to give it an end. and for the love of god address the ending of rev2 💀
really loving all the tutorials for how to pirate shit but not super happy about how many of them don't even mention the very real danger of viruses and getting caught and into legal trouble and how to avoid that
like just clicking a download link on any fucking streaming site out there is almost guaranteed to fuck you up in one way or another. please include safety measures in your tutorials.
briefly confided in my mother (mistake i never learn from) about how i am very sad that my ability to have a social life in the world is tied entirely to my sibling, who will be leaving here soon, and how i do not have any other way to get out of the house and how i do not feel i have anything besides work and despite everything that came after, including an apology for saying it, the first thing she said was “well i don’t have anything else either” which is exactly what prevented me from saying anything earlier because i knew that and i know that she is very good at going “it is what it is” about the most miserable of conditions and so would never admit to being unhappy about anything even though there is so much to be unhappy about including having to raise me to begin with, and that she also gets annoyed when others complain or are unhappy about anything because SHE does it and so why can’t everyone do it. and. well. i am pretty nervous about what this means for my life (nonexistent) going forward
thinking about her ( claire post DI being relatively okay except for her silly goofy iris that is now half blue half red since she really was so close to turn )
I am clinging to the edge of the fnaf fandom by the tips of my nails and it's dragging me in slowly but surely like... Well like an animatronic that wants your corpse. Anyway have a belle security breach au idea.
The virtual reality of U is top of the line vr tech, with millions if not billions of users, each with a unique personally generated avatar. It hosts hundreds of worlds and global events, able to create spectacles impossible in real life.
Naturally, fazbear entertainment would have a huge presence on there, it being so much easier to create, maintain and animate false bodies in the virtual world. They create a mega pizza plex, dressed to the nines in neon and strobes and holograms, and without having to worry about the dangers of npcs turning evil they fill it up with new characters and robotic staff to serve. Even with the many... issues they face with their real world locations, the fazbear name skyrockets, bringing in fame and fortune... And obsessive followers.
One of which is a young woman called Vanessa, who lingers around the pizzaria a little too long for her own safety.
And, years later, a young homeless boy with dreams of performing and government given U earpieces for online education. Or maybe he just stole them.
There's a cool mechanic where visitors can win a ticket to go in freddys body for a time! No one's too sure whether it's an actual avatar with an actual paid performer or just a really good script, but either way glamrock freddy is cool with it. No one really wants to ask his physical counterpart to do the same though, those rumors are NASTY.
Gregory is one of the lucky few, but his scheduled time is when it's getting dark. He steals some pizza out the back of some restaurant for dinner, and enters the virtual world. It's great! It's even better than he imagined! He gets to meet his idol!
But human bodies don't follow into the virtual world.
And the fazbear pizzeria has some worrying rumours.
He's curled up in freddys avatar when something clamps around his neck and