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[laufire]

ok xmen people. if I just jumped on x-men '97 without watching the old series (and with a frankly rudimentary knowledge of the mutants), how likely am I to feel lost?

#like. catching up with a handful of episodes is definitely easier than jumping to the old series #or trying to parse through comics #(both things i definitely don't rule out doing in the future! but maybe a short series could be a good start) #anyway i spy interesting things through the corner of my eye in the dashboard lol #so I'm curious #talking to the void #my thoughts #marvel #marvel thoughts #x men #x men 97 #x men '97

[laufire]

I finally made it to batman beyond in my dcau watch and again, I always say this!! but this WAS my introduction to batman (and the dcu in general) and it's soooo easy to see how it influenced my perceptions of the 'verse lol.

#cranky‚ miserable‚ lonely old man bruce who drove everyone who loved him away <333 #also it's a really good show. baby's first (neo) gothic #i know i never completed it so this will be fun #talking to the void #my thoughts #dc thoughts #dc #dcau #batman beyond #batman

[laufire]

look, again, I'm not saying that clarke had planned to take the flame as soon as she turned herself into a nightblood (this would require clarke to be a person capable of foresight). what I am saying, is that murphy's rant reminded her that nightblood was synonym with power. and clarke's thirst for power was only matched by her inability to manage it.

#also thinking of the parallel with this + octavia actually managing to pull it off #and the series finale when clarke utterly fails to save The Human Race TM and then raven comes and... pulls it off #i will do a gifset of that too when the moment comes lol #stacked100 #talking to the void #my thoughts #t100 thoughts #the 100 #the 100 4x09 #lol clarke #clarke griffin #the 100 4x08 #john murphy

[laufire]

Not even Wanheda can stop the clans from killing each other. No. But a commander could.

#been wanting to do this set for years trololol #stacked100 #the100edit #the100daily #cwladiesdaily #cwladsdaily #the 100 #john murphy #clarke griffin #userthing #the 100 4x08 #the 100 4x09 #my stuff #my edits #my gifs #id in alt text #captioned

[laufire]

remember when those people who before that cosplayed as murven shippers were SO angry that raven got along with murphy but wouldn't readily forgive clarke in season 6 lol. idk mate, maybe a sincere apology with no expectations like in this episode (their beaufitul scene in 4x09) + all he did to make amends later (4x12-4x13, when he participated in her rescue and shared his oxygen with her) + years of genuine friendship and support made an impact on their relationship. just maybe!

#stacked100 #talking to the void #my thoughts #t100 thoughts #the 100 #the 100 4x09 #murven #raven reyes #john murphy

[laufire]

marper was never going to be OTP Material for me, but oh, how they tug at my heartstrings in the last few episodes of season 4... 🥹

#stacked100 #talking to the void #my thoughts #the 100 #t100 thoughts #the 100 4x09 #marper #harper mcyntire #monty green

[laufire]

Memori Appreciation Week: [4/7] favourite quote

Right?

[Caption: stills from The 100, edited to look like old photographs. Emori and Murphy in Becca’s lab in s04e09; they debate what to do if nobody comes back for them, since there’s nothing left in the bunker to help them survive the years after Praimfaya. In the stills they’re kissing, obscured by the shadows in the lab, and the edit includes Murphy’s quote, “Who needs food when you have love?”.]

#they <333 #the way the music SWELLS in that kiss *-* #self reblog #the 100 #the 100 4x09 #memori #favourites: the powah of lurve #you WISH your faves could ever #emori #john murphy #id in alt text #captioned

[laufire]

I love how unapologetically sexual they were written <333

#bringing back my ''they never did piv'' headcanon btw #it wasn't their thing and they were not risking pregnancy :D #talking to the void #stacked100 #the 100 #the 100 4x09 #memori #favourites: the powah of lurve #you WISH your faves could ever #emori #john murphy #id in alt text #captioned

[laufire]

‘You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff! And you both come to bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to be pitied! I shall not pity you, not I. You have killed me—and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?’ Heathcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her; he attempted to rise, but she seized his hair, and kept him down. ‘I wish I could hold you,’ she continued, bitterly, ‘till we were both dead! I shouldn’t care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, “That’s the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I’ve loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!” Will you say so, Heathcliff?’ [...] ‘Are you possessed with a devil,’ he pursued, savagely, ‘to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?’ [...] ‘Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave. That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.’ [...] ‘You teach me how how cruel you’ve been—cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you—they’ll damn you. You loved me—then what right had you to leave me? What right—answer me—for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you—oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’

–"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë, XV.

#talking to the void #quotes #books #bookblr #wuthering heights #emily brontë #catherine earnshaw #heathcliff #nelly dean

[laufire]

'I was a child; my father was just buried, and my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered between me and Heathcliff. I was laid alone, for the first time; and, rousing from a dismal doze after a night of weeping, I lifted my hand to push the panels aside: it struck the tabletop! I swept it along the carpet, and then memory burst in: my late anguish was swallowed in a paroxysm of despair. I cannot say why I felt so wildly wretched: it must have been temporary derangement; for there is scarcely cause. But, supposing at twelve years old I had been wrenched from the Heights, and every early association, and my all in all, as Heathcliff was at that time, and been converted at a stroke into Mrs. Linton, the lady of Thrushcross Grange, and the wife of a stranger: an exile, and outcast, thenceforth, from what had been my world. You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled! Shake your head as you will, Nelly, you have helped to unsettle me! You should have spoken to Edgar, indeed you should, and compelled him to leave me quiet! Oh, I’m burning!I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.'

–"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë, XII.

#talking to the void #quotes #books #bookblr #wuthering heights #emily brontë #catherine earnshaw #heathcliff #nelly dean

[laufire]

me deciding to write darius because i was tired of all of these milquetoast "villain" LIs who always turn out to be justified.

#😈😈😈 #reblog #the essence of the equinox #books

[laufire]

Yay, unsolicited advice time! Or, not really advice, more like miscellaneous tips and tricks, because if there's one thing eight years of martial arts has equipped me to write, it's fight scenes.

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Fun things to add to a fight scene (hand to hand edition)

It's not uncommon for two people to kick at the same time and smack their shins together, or for one person to block a kick with their shin. This is called a shin lock and it HURTS like a BITCH. You can be limping for the rest of the fight if you do it hard enough.

If your character is mean and short, they can block kicks with the tip of their elbow, which hurts the other guy a lot more and them a lot less

Headbutts are a quick way to give yourself a concussion

If a character has had many concussions, they will be easier to knock out. This is called glass jaw.

Bad places to get hit that aren't the groin: solar plexus, liver, back of the head, side of the thigh (a lot of leg kicks aim for this because if it connects, your opponent will be limping)

Give your character a fighting style. It helps establish their personality and physicality. Are they a grappler? Do they prefer kicks or fighting up close? How well trained are they?

Your scalp bleeds a lot and this can get in your eyes, blinding you

If you get hit in the nose, your eyes water

Adrenaline's a hell of a drug. Most of the time, you're not going to know how badly you've been hurt until after the fact

Even with good technique, it's really easy to break toes and fingers

Blocking hurts, dodging doesn't

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Just thought these might be useful! If you want a more comprehensive guide or a weapons edition, feel free to ask. If you want, write how your characters fight in the comments!

Have a bitchin day <3

#reblog #the writing tm #advice #red queue theory

[laufire]

when the character bouncing in your mind is particularly literature-inclined it can give you such a terminal case of blorboitis. I know read and watch shit and if I'm not careful the thought "and what would jason todd think about this" will attack me out of nowhere.

#it happened a bit with bela talbot and with her we only get hints about her interest in gothic horror #hints that certainly paint a picture and actually add to the character if you pay attention! #but she had limited screentime; as impactful as it was #jason has hundreds of comics so the effect of this is compounded lol #talking to the void #fandom nonsense #jason todd #who would have SO many complex feelings about heathcliff. btw. if you care

[laufire]

robin (1993) #131

and as a bonus #51:

#killinghimkillinghimkillinghim #talking to the void #dc #dc comics #robin (1993) #war games #stephanie brown #tim drake #spoiler #robin #bat clan #id in alt text #captioned

[laufire]

‘Who is to separate us, pray? They’ll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff. Oh, that’s not what I intend—that’s not what I mean! I shouldn’t be Mrs. Linton were such a price demanded! He’ll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least. He will, when he learns my true feelings towards him. Nelly, I see now you think me a selfish wretch; but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars? whereas, if I marry Linton I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place him out of my brother’s power.’ ‘With your husband’s money, Miss Catherine?’ I asked. ‘You’ll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon: and, though I’m hardly a judge, I think that’s the worst motive you’ve given yet for being the wife of young Linton.’ ‘It is not,’ retorted she; ‘it is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar’s sake, too, to satisfy him. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and——’

–"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë, IX.

‘If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.’ ‘Because you are not fit to go there,’ I answered. ‘All sinners would be miserable in heaven.’ ‘But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.’ ‘I tell you I won’t hearken to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I’ll go to bed,’ I interrupted again. She laughed, and held me down; for I made a motion to leave my chair. ‘This is nothing,’ cried she: ‘I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.’

–"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë, IX.

#self reblog #quotes #books #bookblr #wuthering heights #emily brontë #catherine earnshaw #heathcliff #nelly dean

[laufire]

‘If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.’ ‘Because you are not fit to go there,’ I answered. ‘All sinners would be miserable in heaven.’ ‘But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.’ ‘I tell you I won’t hearken to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I’ll go to bed,’ I interrupted again. She laughed, and held me down; for I made a motion to leave my chair. ‘This is nothing,’ cried she: ‘I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.’

–"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë, IX.

#talking to the void #quotes #books #bookblr #wuthering heights #emily brontë #catherine earnshaw #heathcliff #nelly dean

[laufire]

[Heathcliff] had by that time lost the benefit of his early education: continual hard work, begun soon and concluded late, had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in pursuit of knowledge, and any love for books or learning. His childhood’s sense of superiority, instilled into him by the favours of old Mr. Earnshaw, was faded away. He struggled long to keep up an equality with Catherine in her studies, and yielded with poignant though silent regret: but he yielded completely; and there was no prevailing on him to take a step in the way of moving upward, when he found he must, necessarily, sink beneath his former level.

–"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë, VIII.

#talking to the void #quotes #books #bookblr #wuthering heights #emily brontë #heathcliff #nelly dean