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Space Beth’s hair is turning blue, because she’s the Beth who acts like Rick the most. Beth’s is turning grey, because she’s the Beth who acts the most like Diane
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elodieunderglass · 8 months
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changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
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janearts · 6 months
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Roisia in her original Divinity: Original Sin build was a witch and witchcraft spells are a combination of D&D's Necromancy + Enchantment schools. I replicated that in-game and had a think about the… complications that might arise when Astarion realises that this unassuming woman has also been a bit of a deft hand at persuading, deceiving, and manipulating her targets too.
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brainwormcity · 6 months
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Crowley really said "He's just an angel I know," to a human as though that was gonna seem less gay.
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nerdpoe · 15 days
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There's an orphanage in the Ghost Zone for Ghost Children. It's a large Manor, and while it is a married ghost pair's Haunt, they gladly repurposed it.
It's run by two ghosts; Thomas and Martha Wayne.
Okay, technically it's an orphanage, but they consider all the children in it their own.
Basically; Bruce has a lot of undead siblings he has no idea about, and also he comes by adoptivitus honestly.
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semisolidmind · 3 months
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Does DogDay have romantic feelings for your sona or is it more platonic? The way you draw him I wouldnt mind if it was the first- 👀
(theyre not a sona, just a standard y/n insert. im not much of a self shipper. the y/ns are their own characters in a way)
and as far as feelings go…
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there’s affection on both sides...but perhaps something more from our favorite dog.
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highseas-swede · 7 months
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I feel like we as a fandom don't talk enough about Aziraphale's newspaper in this scene.
I feel like this is totally made up by Aziraphale. I considered that it might actually just be a heaven newspaper, but... well just look at those articles:
"Archive of rare old books discovered in attic in Oxfordshire" "Good Deeds Pay Off for Local Man" "New serpent statue revealed to the public" (Someone's thinking of Crowley being statuesque!)
I need to see if I can actually get a screenshot good enough to read these
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 105
 A cult summons the ghost king. Except they don’t. Instead they get these tiny white-haired triplets of toddlers blinking at the summoning circle looking confused. 
 They’ve gotten the ghost princes and princess instead. 
 The very young princes and princess who are none too pleased and going to cause problems on purpose for both rogues and heroes alike. As godlings de-aged into their ghost age are like to do. 
 Meanwhile in the Realms, Pariah is staring down at where his trio of ghost toddlers that Clockwork had handed him when he had first woken up and was still groggy just disappeared from. He looks over at Fright Knight, his dearest brother, who looks just as shocked. 
 Clockwork is going to kill them both if they don’t get the kids back now. 
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ineffablyruined · 5 months
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Has anybody mentioned how offended Aziraphale gets when Crowley says Gabriel probably visits his statue to "marvel at his own beauty"?
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That face!!
Look at it a bit closer:
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This is definitely an "Excuse me? Did you just call him pretty?" look.
How quickly would he have pulled Crowley away from that statue if Elspeth hadn't distracted them instead?
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.
but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.
a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.
instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting
i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."
i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.
and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.
"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."
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Danny leaned over the guy who summoned him. The blue eyed man in a hoodie and boxers, was quite fit but compared to Danny he had nothing.
“So let me see if I got the story straight. You, Richard Grayson, son of one of the most wealthy men in the known cosmos, summoned me, the high king of the infinite realms,to Bludhaven.”
Dick shifted one foot to the other as and refused eye contact.
“Yeah..”
“And you summoned me here at 3 am. Because you fucked up and told your family that you had a partner for the gala your dad holds every New Year’s Eve.”
“Correct.”
Danny sighed and brought a hand to his temple,
“So how am I supposed to help you man? Like I can’t exactly order one of my people for this kind of thing.”
Somehow the guy seemed to get more sheepish as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Well about that-“
“No fucking- Did you really summon to me-“
“Listen, I’m desperate ok!?”
“Desperate!? My god that’s when you ask a friend or pay a hooker or something like that! Not try to seal a deal with the king of the infinite realms!”
Richard Grayson for his part started to pace, Danny didn’t know rather to laugh or cry over the absurdity of the situation.
“Any friend I could bring and pull a lie like this is already going to be there. I specifically said a plus one! My family works close with all of Gotham they would figure out a hooker before we would enter the venue.”
Dick turned and went to his knees,
“Please your majesty, I have like seven younger siblings, I will never live this down, all I ask is one night, please.”
Danny sighed,
“Be lucky that I am not Pariah Dark. He would’ve killed you where you kneel. Alright dumbass get up. I will help you but you will owe me one IOU for me to redeem whenever I wish.”
Danny knelt and offered his hand,
“Do we have a deal?”
“Deal.”
With a shake of a hand Danny brought them both off the ground and he changed back to human.
Danny felt himself smirk as he plopped himself onto the couch.
“Alright, then let’s begin to get ready, we want to be believable yeah? So let’s get to know each other. I’ll go first my human name is Danny Fenton nice to meet you.”
Richard Grayson seemed to gape for a moment before joining him.
“I go by Dick, do you like acrobatics?”
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moorhsu · 4 months
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got @mrghostrat 's streamers au in mind 👉👈
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lineffability · 3 months
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y'know it IS possible to take the final fifteen at emotional face value and STILL believe there's more going on than the immediately obvious. it IS possible to say that aziraphale knew he was essentially being threatened and didn't have a choice but to accept the offer and STILL believe the devastation and heartbreak (and the desire to take crowley with him!) was real. it IS possible to acknowledge that he did look nervously sideways multiple times during their conversation because he was scared of crowley's confession being overheard and STILL believe what was being spoken by both of them was the raw and vulnerable truth. it IS possible to understand that making crowley an angel again was perceived as restorative justice in aziraphale's eyes (and that his entire brain was fried the moment this offer was suddenly on the table) and STILL believe him thinking this was a viable solution was utterly misguided and inappropriate and hurtful towards crowley. it IS possible to say that there are many layers to this scene and STILL believe that none of it was acted or fake or a ploy. etc etc etc
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lilac-loserr · 11 months
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I think the reason lwj is so quiet around wwx is because he goes completely fucking stupid when wwx is around. Like full on no thoughts head empty (except for gay thoughts). He can’t open his mouth because he cannot predict what kind of garbled disaster of syllables will spill out if he does. Everything he says in canon has been rehearsed in his head and whispered under his breath fifteen times at minimum before he can even dare to try to say it, lest he accidentally looks into wei ying’s eyes at the wrong moment, causing him to forget everything he was just about to say and also how to walk in a straight line.
Just. Give me stupid lwj.
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satoshy12 · 5 months
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Superman, the Father of a Tyrant
How, out of mistake, the Observants made that Regime never happen as they tried to send Pariah's heir to a Tyrant so he could learn and see what not to do in the future.
The king is a dictator after all, the council gives him ideas not choose for him. So no Paperwork for them when he is a ruler. So what if they turned the Heir to a baby, it's for the Greater good.
Clark: " I am a hero!"
Observant:" You are Kal-El, also known as Clark Kent."
Clark:" Yes!"
Observant looked with his 1 eye at the file:" Well, here it stands; you are the husband of Lois Lane."
Clark:" ...Yes. I am."
The Observant continued:" Well, here is written, after you killed her because of the Joker, and Metropolis is nuked by him. You killed the Joker and have gone fully crazy. And are then a cruel tyrant. Who thinks he is a hero. "
Clark:" What?"
Observant: "Wait, it's the year. ####? Right?"
Clark:" No... It's ####."
Observant: " Then sorry. We will come back later then. Now it's time to search for a new tyrant."
That was how the flying eyeball with the baby teleported away. Leaving a massive file of the Injustice Regime story and similar.
Clark looking through it was super shocked and horrified at what he was reading.
Observant teleported back gives him the baby:" Well we not really had a list, you were perfect to use as what not to do as Tyrant and how to make sure you stay in power. Take care of him till we find a new Tyrant. "
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that-sweet-jester · 5 months
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🐍🐑
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