#100% how this went down

[twinstxrs]

the gorgug-porter conversation is interesting to me because like. yea for the overwhelming majority of the conversation porter’s being shitty & trying to fit gorgug into a box that gorgug just does not fit into by trying to make gorgug’s relationship with his rage more focused on the aggression aspect of it. but then there’s also this specific thing that brennan brought up again in the ap, which is that gorgug’s relationship with his rage is wholly “this is a tool i use to protect my friends.” which isn’t a bad thing! but that’s his Whole relationship with it, & gorgug seems to place next to no value on his rage in relationship to himself. which is problematic, because it’s first & foremost his rage.

being raised in a household with a sort of toxic positivity largely meant that, whether or not it was his parents’ intention, gorgug internalized the message that more traditionally “negative” emotions such as anger are the wrong response to something. part of the reason he prioritizes his artificing is probably because it’s “fixing” things. in comparison to being a barbarian, which gorgug associates with “breaking” things. good vs. bad behavior, in his eyes.

it’s a totally unacceptable bar to measure a 16 y/o by, but i do think part of porter’s reasoning for not letting gorgug multiclass is him recognizing that gorgug generally does not value anger as a valid emotional response to something, at the very least for himself. & that directly conflicts with what being a barbarian is, because whether you like it or not, that rage is what fuels you. but again, barring a kid from pursuing something they deeply care about in part (not entirely, porter has a lot of more bullshit reasons) because of their fundamental values & world outlook is crazy.

so yes, 98% of porter’s reasoning is pretty shitty, immature, rife with a toxic view that there’s only one proper way to access rage, & generally not a good thing to do as a teacher, but also within that reasoning is the 2% of ‘there is a fundamental part of yourself that you only value if you can use it to take care of other people & you need to accept that as something that can take care of you, too.’ but that’s something to discuss with a therapist or a guidance counselor, not something that should hugely impact gorgug’s academic future.

#gorgug thistlespring #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #btw these r just my personal opinions u r 100% free to disagree #gorgug & his rage interest me so deeply because of how deeply that rage existing seems to be against gorgug’s own will #like mechanically classes are choices & you can switch stuff around any time. but gorgug as a barbarian always felt like an unwilling choice #like that 14 y/o kid did not want to have rage. & that really interests me. #i’ve seen people before be like ‘what if gorgug dropped barbarian & went full srtificer’ but i feel like that simply can’t happen?? #mechanically yea sure but it always felt like a core part of gorgug that the rage will always be there & it’s a matter of how you channel it #idk. dnd classes narratively being treated as ‘you can not lose this part of you’ even though you technically can #gorgug could be lvl 19 artificer & he’d still have 1 level of barbarian. because that is part of who he is. #btw i don’t think porter truly cares about gorgug valuing his rage only as a way to be a human shield #i think porter just sees that as ‘wrong’ but like. not as in ‘you need to take care of yourself’ & more ‘you aren’t conforming’ #he thinks it’s wrong for the wrong reasons. the nastier ‘this is how you should be’ reasons #ppl being like ‘we r being too hard on porter. it’s an 150% courseload gorgug will be overwhelmed’ i think r missing the point bc like. #that is 100% a valid reason to not approve gorgug for multiclassing! but that’s also 100% not the reason porter rejected him. #that whole interaction was basically porter shoving his percieved version of conformity down gorgug’s throat. was v neurodivergent kid coded #no hate to anyone saying that last point btw these r all just opinions #thinking about last ep wilma & digby being like ‘you’re a great barbarian. you’re so great at it. but look at what you made!!!’ like. #they would never mean it like that. but when you only understand half of your son he is going to prioritize the half you do.

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights as college roommates and maybe some identity shenanigans thrown in would be so fun! Maybe dannys doing a little vigilante work on the side as well to up the secret identity mayhem

Danny would like to say his college career is going well. Gotham isn’t where he was expecting to pursue higher education, but the engineering scholarship he got through the Wayne Educational Foundation was just too good to turn down. It even covered the cost of an apartment! Although, the apartment is shared with another student who got a Wayne scholarship. 

Even with that, Danny lucked out and got a great roommate. Duke Thomas is chill, kind, respects Danny’s space and doesn’t throw wild parties or invite random people in at all hours of the day. He even joins Danny twice a week for study sessions!

Really, it would be the perfect college experience except for one thing: the ghosts.

Danny thought they’d stay in Amity Park. They had no reason to stray from the city where the portal was, and his parents are more than enough to keep most ghosts away. It took his friends, Jazz, and even Vlad to convince Danny that he wasn’t abandoning Amity Park and that the city wouldn’t fall while he took a few years to focus on himself. 

He worried right up until he got to GCU and walked the campus for the first time. Then he decided to enjoy the four years he had on the scholarship to get his degree and live his own life like a normal person.

To say he’s pissed about the ghosts is an understatement. 

The one thing he was looking forward to most is not being Phantom. Gotham is home to the Bats and they’re more than capable of handling everything in the city. It means there’s no need for him here and he can focus on school and enjoy going on invisible flights without worrying about being hunted down or having to fight a ghost. 

“Are you fucking kidding me,” he mutters under his breath as he feels the familiar chill race up his throat, A cold mist wafts out of his mouth, curling around his words, and Danny quickly ducks his head and hides it from sight. 

“Did you say something?” Duke asks, looking up from where he leans against the kitchen counter, squinting at a recipe on his phone. 

“Nah,” Danny lies. “Just stressing.” He gestures to the papers he has spread out on the dining table, then stands up. “I’m gonna take a walk. Maybe that’ll get my brain to work correctly tonight.”

“Got your phone on you?”

Danny reflexively drops a hand to his pocket, checking that his phone is where it’s supposed to be. It’s what Duke asks every single time Danny mentions going out, worried about Danny being unprepared for Gotham. It’s nice of him, though Danny does wish he can say that he’s survived a lot worse than a few muggers. 

“Got it.”

“Alright. I’ll try to work on dinner while you’re out.”

Danny nods and offers Duke a small wave before pulling his shoes on at the door. He grabs his keys and heads out, double checking that the door is locked behind him. 

Then he glances around the hallway, checking that the coast is clear, and pulls up the chill of awareness in his chest. Slowly, he breathes out, watching the blue mist waft out and lead towards the stairwell. 

“Wonder who it is this time,” he mutters to himself, going into the cold, concrete stairwell. It always feels a little off in there, as if he’s been removed from the rest of the world when the door closes behind him. His footsteps echo oddly in the space, so Danny chooses to fly instead, keeping his feet off the floor. 

A few flights down is when he sees her: pale and translucent, a faint blue glow around her. She’s a familiar face. Emilia is one of the first of Gotham’s ghosts he’s met, leading to the rather unpleasant realization that ghosts don’t only come from the Infinite Realms. There’s a strange sort of magic in the very foundations of Gotham that makes it the way it is, creating ghosts that are different enough from what he’s used to that it leaves him off balance. 

Gotham keeps her dead. Few get to pass on peacefully, and most have to wait until they grow weak and wither away, a second death, before they can be released from the living realm. The ghosts of Gotham are pale and weak, for the most part, and try to cling to him so grow stronger from his ectoplasm. 

Most want him to help them pass on, or give them a way into the Infinite Realms. Some want him to bring justice to their killers. Others want to kill him and take his ectoplasm for their own so they can continue their reign of terror in Gotham, unable to be stopped even in death. 

Emilia gives him warnings. It’s not always her, but she tends to be the one to draw him out of his apartment, pulling him into a vigilante lifestyle because he can’t bring himself to refuse anyone who asks for his help, and the dead in Gotham have no one else to ask.

“Danny,” she greets. “Nueve is out again. He’s going after the ghosts near Chantilly Street.”

“The sun isn’t even down yet,” Danny grumbles. Nueve, an old gang enforcer who died a few decades ago, cannibalizes other ghosts. It doesn’t destroy the other ghosts, not really, but it makes them feel pain when they shouldn’t be able to feel much at all. Taking their limited reserves of ectoplasm makes him momentarily stronger, and he uses that stolen strength to try to harm the living.

He’s been successful a few times. Danny makes sure to rip him apart as much as possible these days; he won’t be here forever, but he’s hoping that within his four years at GCU, he’ll be able to permanently stop Nueve.

Times like these, he misses having a Fenton Thermos with him. Though he’s not entirely sure it would work on Gotham’s ghosts with how different they are. 

Emilia follows him down the stairwell to the ground floor. Once there, Danny shoves his hand into the floor, taking out the backpack he’s hidden in it. He’s done this change of clothes so often he can do it in just a minute now, hiding his face and pulling on gloves beneath a large hoodie with old ectoplasm stains along the sleeves and hem. A gas mask is pulled on as well, covering the bottom half of his face, a necessary addition to his Ghost Work Outfit™ after he almost got caught in some Fear Gas during Scarecrow’s last attack. 

“Alright,” he says, “Lead the way.”

Emilia takes off through the wall and Danny hurries to follow, going invisible as he hits the streets. 

It’s still early evening, the sun not yet fully set. Plenty of people walk along the sidewalks and cars pass by endlessly, honking at each other as they try to go twenty above the speed limit. Danny does his best to avoid running into everyone, deftly dodging the reaching hands of a few ghosts who spot him as he sprints by. 

They only go a few blocks away from his apartment building, turning into a dead end alley where a group of teens (living, for once) are stuck with their backs to the wall, clinging to each other as they warily watch the man in front of them carelessly twirl a gun around his finger. 

The man makes a strange clicking noise in the back of his throat, and it takes Danny a moment to realize that he’s trying to talk. 

Still invisible, Danny sneaks around to stand in front of the teens, ready to bodily protect them. The man looks alive, and Danny see any ghosts around save for Emilia, standing at the mouth of the alley. There’s something strange about him; his movements seem just a little off, not quite as fluid as they should be. It’s not the movement of someone on drugs. It’s something that screams uncanny valley.

The gun’s handle drops solidly into the man’s palm. He makes another few clicks, then raising the gun to point at the teens.

“Bad idea, pal,” Danny says dropping his invisibility. The teens behind him startle, gasping and trying to press themselves further into the wall. 

The man’s eyes flash weakly and the pieces click into place in Danny’s mind. Nueve must have gotten strong enough to possess someone. That is… alarming, to say the least.

He rips the gun out of the man’s hand and tosses it aside. Then he pushes away the man’s arm when Nueve makes a clumsy attempt to punch him. With his chest left wide open and undefended, Danny takes the chance to shove his hand into the man’s chest, feeling for the familiar chill of a ghost. 

And then he wraps his fingers tight around it and pulls out Nueve, leaving the man to collapse. 

The teens behind him scream and Danny winces. 

Pulling out a faintly glowing human figure from someone’s physical body does not look good. It’s the best way to end a possession, but it does look alarmingly like he’s just ripped someone’s soul out of their body.

Keeping hold of Nueve’s ghost, Danny steps to the side. “You guys should go now. Take care.”

The teens don’t need any more prompting. They take off in a run, tripping over each other in their haste to get away.

Danny spares a glance to the man unconscious on the ground, but there’s nothing he can do with an angry ghost in his hands, so he has no choice but to leave him there as he flies up to a rooftop farther down the street. 

“How many times do we need to do this, Nueve?” he asks tiredly, shaking the ghost.

“These streets should be mine!” Nueve howls, trying to break free of Danny’s grasp. But he’s quickly growing weak, his energy fading, and Danny’s holding back his own ectoplasm as tightly as he can. “They may have killed me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still take what I’m owed!”

“Dude, you’re dead. There’s nothing here for you. Move on.”

“You don’t get to speak on this, outsider. You think a freak like you has an say over us? You can’t stop us. You don’t even know what’s coming.”

Danny squints at him. “What, are you planning a heist or something? With your gang of dead people too weak to lift a piece of paper?”

“We’re not all dead. We’ve got living folk helping us and we’ll be taking you out first when we hit the streets.”

“Good luck with that,” Danny says flatly, “Begone with you.” 

Without giving Nueve a chance to say another word, he rips Nueve’s head off his body. His ghost wavers, then dissipates like smoke, fading away. 

Another side effect of whatever it is Gotham does to her dead: their ghost forms are remarkably fragile and it takes only a bit of strength to tear them to shreds, giving him some peace before they reform again. It won’t stop Nueve from striking out again, gathering enough strength until he’s able to possess some other unfortunate soul, but Danny’s bought himself some time to figure out what the hell was he talking about?

There are living folk involved with whatever he’s planning. It’s probably another gang, maybe someone with magic who is able to see ghosts? Which is not great. Danny doesn’t know much about magic; even when facing ghosts who used magic or magical artifacts, his go to method of dealing with them is to start throwing hands like there’s no tomorrow.

Well.

It’s a problem for later.

For now, Danny needs to get back to his apartment and work on his calculus homework. Hopefully he can finish it before he gets frustrated enough that he gives up and lies face down on the floor until Duke manhandles him onto the couch, where he’s less of a tripping hazard.

He’s just about to get back to street level when his Fenton Luck strikes again and he hears someone land on the roof, just a few feet behind him.

“Hey there, stranger,” the Signal says. “You know, we run into each other so often it feels rude not to introduce ourselves. Why don’t you go first?”

Danny turns to face the daylight vigilante, standing with his arms crossed as if that would make him look any more approachable. He’s been popping up wherever Danny’s out dealing with ghosts, which is very not great for Danny’s plans to have a peaceful, normal college life. 

Biting his tongue, Danny gives the Signal a quick two fingered salute, then goes intangible and drops down through the building. His invisibility sweeps over him and then he’s running through the streets, hoping it’s enough to keep the Signal from following him to his apartment.

He skids to a stop in the stairwell, dropping his intangibility just in time to crash into the wall. Panting, Danny waits for a tense minute to see if he’s been followed. 

When the door to the stairwell remains closed, he lets out a slow breath, then pulls off all the pieces of his Ghost Work Outfit, shoving it back into his bag. He takes a moment to fix his hair, messy from the hood, then shoves the bag back into the floor, safely hidden from curious eyes. 

Then he very casually walks up the stairs to the fifth floor and walks down the hallway to his apartment. His keys clang together when he opens the door, and Duke usually hears it when it does, but just in case, Danny calls out, “I’m back!”

He’s learned to announce himself after a few late night walks almost ended with him tackled to the floor when Duke thought someone was breaking in.

Duke doesn’t respond as he toes off his shoes. The stillness in the apartment feels off, as if the world is holding its breath. Cautiously, Danny walks in, trying to find his roommate.

He’s not in the kitchen. The living room is empty. Duke’s bedroom door is open and he’s not in there either. 

Something cold lodges itself in his chest. 

“Duke?” he tries again, looking over their apartment again for any sign of struggle, or something terrible happening, or even a mess that Duke needed more supplies to clean up. 

There’s nothing. The apartment is as it’s always been, just with an empty space where Duke should be.

Worried, Danny stands in the middle of the hallway, trying to figure out what he should do next. It’s because he’s standing so still, surrounded by silence, that he hears it: a light thud outside the window. 

Danny turns and he can swear he sees something large moving outside the window, disappearing from sight just as Danny takes a step into Duke’s room to check on it. He rushes to the window and pushes it open, looking down at the street, then side to side, and finally up to the last three floors of the building.

Nothing’s there.

Slowly, Danny pulls his head back inside, closing and locking the window. “Must be my imagination,” he says, trying to convince himself it’s not a big deal. 

He leaves Duke’s room and begins pacing down the hall, anxiety building steadily in him. 

His phones in his hand before he can think his actions through, Duke’s contact pulled up on the screen. He should call. He should make sure Duke is okay, but Danny hesitates. Is this something to be freaked out over? Would Duke thing he’s clingy and nervous and a bothersome roommate? He doesn’t want to risk Duke asking for a new roommate next year when the lease renews.

But he’s worried. It’s Gotham and Danny just dealt with a violent, murderous ghost threatening him. Duke can deal with a stressed out, worried Danny if it means he’s alive.

He hits the call button before he can talk himself out of it. It rings on and on and on until Danny starts to panic about having to find Duke’s ghost to avenge his murder. 

The front door is thrown open so suddenly and so loudly, Danny jumps and his phone clatters to the floor. 

“Danny! Hey!” Duke says with a bright smile, trying to catch his breath. He’s still holding onto the doorknob, slightly hunched over as he pants for breath. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m totally fine.”

“Where were you?”

Duke straightens up and closes the door, kicking off his shoes. “Oh, just… out. Shopping. For dinner.”

Danny looks over his empty hands doubtfully. “No luck finding what you needed?”

“Nope!”

“What did you need? Maybe I can go to a different store and get it for you.”

“You don’t need to!” Duke says. “I just needed… tomatoes?”

Danny blinks at him. “We have tomatoes. Did you not know we had tomatoes in the fridge?”

“Oh, do we? Good to know.”

There’s something very weird about this conversation, but Danny doesn’t pry. Duke is weird sometimes, but it’s fine because he kindly ignores some of Danny’s oddities that come from being a halfa and a semi-retired hero. 

“Do you… maybe wanna sit down? Catch your breath? I can make dinner tonight if you want.”

Duke waves a hand in the air. “No, no, it’s fine. I got this. Anyways, how was your walk?”

He definitely shouldn’t talk about the cannibal ghost and his threats to take out Danny with his gang. “It was nice. Very quiet. You know, for Gotham.” He punctuates this with an awkward thumbs up and immediately regrets it, but it’s already done so he commits to it.

“Cool! Great. Just wondering, did you see anything weird?”

“Depends on what you’re asking about?”

“Just some guy wearing black with a hood covering his face. He’s been active in this neighborhood and I saw some people talk about him online. Apparently he just appears out of thin air.”

Danny tries not to wince. That’s him, alright. Gotham’s newest neighborhood menace. “I don’t think so, but there’s a lot of people in Gotham that were all black and walk around with their hood up.”

“True,” Duke concedes. “Well, just be careful when you go out, alright?”

“I always am.” He gives Duke the same two fingered salute he gave the Signal. Duke stares at him for a moment, eyes dark and almost dangerous, then he smiles and walks into the kitchen. 

“Wanna make dinner with me? I think we can figure out this recipe together. Unless you need to do your homework.”

“It can wait!” Danny hurries to join Duke, grateful for an excuse to push off calculus a little longer. He understands what he’s doing in the class, there’s just… so much work. He doesn’t even want to think about the tests. The tests make everyone cry.

“Alright, let’s get to it, then!”

“You’re in charge, chef,” Danny says, laughingly, and bumps against Duke’s side. He expects a light shove in return, something Sam and Tucker always did, but Duke goes tense instead, letting out a sharp breath that Danny is all too familiar with. “Wait, why are you hurt? What happened?!”

He goes to lift up Duke’s shirt to inspect his shirt, see the damage for himself, but Duke smoothly moves out of the way, grabbing Danny’s wrists and stopping him in his tracks. “I’m fine, Danny. I just got hit. Lightly. Minor bruising, really.”

Danny looks at him doubtfully, then wrenches a wrist free to lift up his shirt before he can move again.

Minor bruising is not how Danny would describe the blues and purples that decorate Duke’s entire side. He can see the outline of Duke’s ribs through the bruising. “How is this being lightly bruised? What hit you?”

“A car?”

“A car?!”

Duke winces, then pulls his shirt down. “I’m fine, Danny, really. It was just from a car that didn’t want to stop at a red light. I stopped another person from being hit, but the car got me pretty solidly. You know how bad Gotham drivers are.”

“Sit down!” Danny says, pulling Duke out of the kitchen. “I don’t understand how you’re still standing. I’ll get some ice, and I’ll handle dinner. You just stay there and stop pushing yourself for no reason.”

“Playing nurse for me now?”

“If I have to.”

“Would you wear a nurse costume for me, too?” Duke jokes.

Danny looks him dead in the eye and says, “If I have to. Would that make you follow my instructions? A tight little nurse dress?”

Duke sputters, cheeks darkening, and looks away. Danny grins, victorious, and darts back to the kitchen to grab an ice pack from the fridge. 

“Maybe I’ll wear one for you anyways, once you’re all healed up. Only if you’re good, though.”

“Danny, you’re killing me here.”

“Better me than a car.”

Duke laughs and takes the ice pack, pressing it against his side carefully. “Oh, for sure. Thanks, Danny.”

“Hey, what are roommates for?” Danny shares a warm smile with Duke, then pats his shoulder and heads back to the kitchen to start making a simple pasta dinner. 

Life in Gotham is weird and stressful and full of ghosts and heroes who won’t leave him alone. But it’s not all that bad, really. He’s happy with how he’s doing in college, and he’s beyond lucky to have Duke as a roommate. So long as Duke never finds out about his halfa status, then he’s sure they’ll be able to last all four years rooming together.

He just needs to keep a secret. 

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dpxdc fanfic #my writing #prompt fill #3.6k.... still counting this as short. i have not failed yet at my goal of keeping these fics below 5k!! #i love this prompt so much it even got me making ocs... i love making ocs this is such a treat for me #will 100% be revisiting this prompt in the future to turn into a longer fic bc i have SO MUCH to write for this #had to cut it off here to have just one scene that shows them as roommates w secrets #truly a struggle to keep this short. this could easily be 30k. the amount of identity shenanigans i can write.... #also playing around with the cursed gotham thing by making it affect ghosts :) perfect excuse to make my own gotham lore :) #btw duke 100% got injured chasing down criminals and thats how he got hit by a car. he wasnt fully lying abt it #he also tried to come in through the window of his bedroom. saw danny. quickly left and went up the stairs like a normal person #duke has his suspicions. danny is trying so hard to mind his business when duke acts strange and secretive #disaster in the making :) #thanks for the prompt!!

[wildstar25]

What physical part(s) of Arsay does her partners find the most attractive! Is it the same for all partners or does it differ between them?

(also optional bonus ask of what part(s) of/about Arsay generally do they love the most, physical or not!)

Meanwhile, if you were to ask the same of Arsay:

#ffxiv #wolship #g'raha tia #y'shtola rhul #wolgraha #wolshtola #y'shtola x wol #arsay nun #graharshtola #y'shtola calling arsay a pain in her side is very much an affectionate thing btw #and i couldnt pass up the joke of g'raha giving the sweet gentlemanly response only for yshtola to be like 'tits tbh' #her defaulting to an answer that would probably stop the conversation before she has to talk to much about her deeper feelings imo #i have. a lot of feelings about yshtola and arsay's friendship #someone who is constantly trying to build walls between herself and others vs someone who desperately wants to form real connections #its not a 'wearing that person down' type situation either #just one lonely person seeing another lonely person and hoping that they could be less lonely together #or that she could at least bring some cheer to #and idk yshtola strikes me as the type to have been like 'if they want to be my friend they have to work for it' #which arsay certainly did #i could ramble on and on how their friendship lines up so well with yshtolas character development but theres a limit to these tags #so just look at how cute shtola is with the slightest blush on her cheeks #graha is a much more complicated topic since he went from Extreme adoration to I want to be her friend but I dont think im good enough #to 100% Hero worship again to Shes my hero and I love her to Shes a person and I love her #to I love Arsay. Even the parts she can't love in herself. I will love all of her till my dying breath. #he thinks shes the most beautiful person in the world and the most important thing in his life #but he now knows how insane she's been about being everyone's hero and he really doesnt want to feed that beast #so hes trying to build her up in other ways #focusing more on the adventuring side than the saving the world side #and then there is arsay who loves so much about her partners and is in capable of narrowing it down to any one thing so its #'here let me list everything that comes to mind right now' with 0 shame or filter

[mrghostrat]

Hear me out.

Surely you were exposed to Healthy Harold in the life ed van, and if you were like me you also had the life changing experience of seeing the person who just spent the better part of an hour teaching you about the dangers of nicotine chain smoking behind the van during lunch.

Crowley and Azi would definitely be that couple to travel Australia with Harold the Giraffe (Harry the Rabbit??) trying to help kids while immediately committing all the sins that they just warned against.

I'M WHEEZING AZIRAPHALE WOULD ABSOLUTELY RUN THE HEALTHY HAROLD BUS OH MY GOD 🥺 and CROWLEY WOULD BE SO GOOD WITH THE KIDS 🥺

my primary school was straight up bush, and that bus was always parked in the big kids area by the fence line where it got real wild and you couldn't see much. so i had a pretty fantastical experience and COMPLETELY BELIEVING that vegetable enthusiast was a real ass giraffe, and refusing to believe the year 6's who SWEAR they saw the chick's arm controlling it

(were you also a local celebrity if you got to pat him????? i never ogt to pat him. the jealousy raged inside me, like. next year. next year i'll be the one)

#ask a rat #(and 100% they would live in filthy sin) #every day someone mentions healthy harold i get whiplashed back a century holy shit my childhood #good omens aussiefication #RAAAAR I JUST GOOGLED PICTURES #REMEMBER WHEN THE LIGHTS WENT DOWN AND THE HUMAN BODY LIT UP AND MADE NOISES? HSKSKSK #dont mind me just realising how fucking autistic i was/am by how that shit scared the hel lout of me #OHHHH BUT THE VELCRO FRUIT THAT STUCK ON THE WALL #I WAS DOWN FOR THAT

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

i know that the IRL explanation for gerri's wardrobe getting fancier in season two is that they realized someone with her job would be dressing more expensive and designer-y or whatever, but i love the idea that in-universe, gerri and roman went on a 'sorry about that rocket exploding and your thumbs' apology tour to japan and then came back both crushing so gerri started dressing cute and letting her hair down 💕

#i'm just 100% delighted at how well it tracks that they just went on this trip together and we don't really know what happened #but they came back 💕down bad💕 #and spiraled quickly into insanity together #ah l'amour! #dollsome's deep thoughts #romangerri #roman x gerri #making these posts is my fic-writing fuel so i will not apologize! (but also i'm sorry i'm back on my silliness.)

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

movies with yrf after years

working in the bollywood directorial debut of already established people from the industry

working with critically acclaimed directors for the first time after previously rejecting offers from them

#what i am saying is he should get a national award this time #yes still holding a grudge against nepo saif and his mummy #oh and that guy who claimed something about a scene and convinced everyone swades shouldn't get any award #like his issue was with ashutosh why tf was srk snubbed 🙄 #didn't someone once say that everybody in the industry since the beginning of his career has wanted to bring him down... losers #keep hoping and losing #he's going to be acting for at least another 100 years #let's see how long you people are going to not give him that award #dunki looks fun and great #no idea if it's a movie where a national award can be hoped but like their jury haven't been very serious for years now #and since it's a raju hirani movie a girl can really hope #dunki #swades #shah rukh khan #bollywood #shahrukh khan #another coincidence is both lagaan and three idiots went to aamir #possibly unpopular opinion i am glad he rejected them both because i don't like them much #great movies but personally not rewatchable #jawan #srk #his 2023 is greater than his 2004 inshallah

[ao3screenshotss]

#this was 100% how it went down #title: #the phantom guardian #author: #missingn000 #ao3 #ao3 funny #jujutsu kaisen #zenin naobito #fushiguro megumi #gojou satoru

[rainymoodlet]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Ep. 16] The Beach Episode Spa Arc

[ Part 9 of 15 ] 🌹

@bionibots

#OH SHIT IS THAT MR. HENRY OWENS 👀 #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #rune tegner #|| #do y'all see tiny lil jules down there hehe #RUNEEEE BLESS YOU FOR THIS BLESS YOU. #i can't even begin to describe how i felt filming this and writing this down fhdjhf #rune has always been the most prone to ask about dan's day or get to know him #and i feel like he watched daniel on tv and in the interview and went 'alright bet. that wall's comin down. I SEE U.' #i love this bc rune is like 'yes i'm sorry but also stop being FUCKING FAKE' #'NONE OF US CAN TELL HOW YOU FUCKING FEEL BC YOURE BEING `NICE`' #daniel who sees himself as a walking disappointment: o: #dan's like: I WILL COMFORT YOU BUT PLEASE DONT ASK ME TO I'M SO TIRED... #becca rebouks was 100% right daniel took on his role as Nice Guy but he is so... so tired #after those dates he feels... so exhausted fhdfh #because he was PERFORMINGGG and while some sims got him to the Comfortability Point #others were definitely a try for him #and so to hear someone take him aside and say hey listen... i know how i behaved and i am sorry but i'm not here to ask you to forgive me #or to write off your feelings and say that how i behaved was okay because you can understand how i felt... #i want to say that YOU deserve to feel things too and that how i made you feel was wrong... BAH #LET ME SIT IN THE CORNER FOR A THOUSAND YEARS THIS MAN DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS KIND OF SHITTTT #rune: stop pressuring yourself to be perfect and who we want and just be yourself #dan: O: #me using this as a shitty attempt to make up for the lack of rune poses fdkhdfj

[good-beanswrites]

oomph i know i'm definitely really early with this ask (changing time zones for vacation is weird o.O) but I was thinking about it over the past few days

for the lights, camera, sing your sins au, are the interrogations somewhat scripted where the prisoner knows what to say and Es is mostly just reactions or questions to that? I feel like we've talked about this but I have forgotten jandjnf o.O

because all i can think about is Es getting beaten up or close to tears in the first voice dramas and man if it's scripted, i feel bad for the prisoners who have to do this to es o.O

Hi Mug :D No worries, a slightly late reply because I was on vacation too haha! 🍂

And I mean it's whatever works best in people's minds, but I always pictured there being very little scripted, actually! I'd hoped that everything was as natural as possible. The prisoners just have to make the little shift to act as if they did follow through with the murder instead of talk about how close it came -- other than that, everything that happens is the characters' honest questions, answers, and reactions.

When explaining the no-violence ban to everyone, Fuuta and Kazui (and later Amane) tell Jackalope how they would think during their interrogations. Jackalope instructs them all how to act in order to stay consistent with the barriers/losing strength stuff. I think the only explicitly scripted action is Mikoto's violence, since Red admits he may resort to that if Blue felt threatened. Jackalope tells him to get to the point of violence no matter how the interrogation goes, as it's necessary (to proving Mikoto's situation, to driving home the central ideas of Mikoto's case, to reveal Milgram's process and 'limits,' etc).

And yeah, it definitely tears him apart to actually do it -- he has to verify that Es signed up for this several times (which they did), and it still takes a lot of resolve to follow through with hurting an innocent kid like that. I imagine that's one of the reasons he's not really upset that Kotoko surprised everyone by intervening: he felt so guilty about the attack and was grateful someone came in to stop it.

Although it wasn't physical pain, Mahiru is also really upset that she brought Es such emotional strain. She thinks it's cruel to fool them into feeling bad for her when she's okay, and it takes a lot of reassurance from the others to convince her it's for the sake of the experiment -- every part of the process has toyed with everyone's emotions, she's not a terrible person for doing so.

Whether in the middle of the trial or the final executions, I think any characters who die next trial will also feel awful for making Es mourn for them when they're still alive. It's not all one-sided guilt, though. It's balanced by anger/sorrow towards Es for condemning them to death in the first place because of their decisions. Any time they get too caught up in thinking "I'm so cruel for tricking them like this," they have a moment of "well, they did specifically order my death, so..."

When I'm looking for a pure fix-it, I'll let those emotions go pretty easily <3 But unfortunately my writer ass is never free from The Themes asdfsdf and sometimes I still get caught up in the project's major focus -- not only is Es facing the original Milgram dilemma of choosing whether or not to follow authority, but now the prisoners are faced with the exact same decision. Do they physically/mentally hurt this child "for the experiment?" Because someone in authority told them to? They're doing this to prove a point about justice and fairness, but where should they draw the line? At what point is it not for the greater good and they are just causing more harm?

I think I mentioned it before but in this au the prisoners are extremely motivated by the promise that this experiment will help others like them. Yuno wants to make a statement about society's views on abortion and sex work. Muu wants to make a difference for bullying victims. Kazui hopes to be a voice for all those who have had to keep theirs quiet about something. Mikoto hopes his story creates more awareness and acceptance for people who are usually terribly stereotyped and feared. Kotoko wants to bring to light the problem of corruption and what can be done about it, and so on. In the end, they can always justify causing a little emotional/physical harm because they are doing it for a good reason.

#milgram #thanks for the question! #sorry for another rambly au post -- i just love chatting about it LMAO #ironically im trying to keep everything as canon as possible 😅 #i think mikotos interrogation is the only one with something specifically set down by outside influences #because red would be really against the idea initially but he figures if its all consensual and it can really help people like himself #then its 100% worth it #i havent quite pictured how the prisoners think the results of the experiment will be released #i dont think they believe their videos/time in prison will reach the whole public #but they still assume the end goal is making a very public report #i think thatll be for me to decide at the end of the project when we have a better picture of everything #asdfsdf we havent even finished t2 and im already undoing character deaths from the finale 😂😂😂 #anyway i hope your vacation went/is going well! take it easy pal :) #lights camera sing your sins

[nitw]

reigen having absolutely shit table manners/terrifying ways of eating food in general, in contrast to how much he enjoys cooking and how offended he gets when someone isn’t eating or preparing a dish ‘the right way’ is just so.........

#..yknow how mob turned down the ramen offer in s3e2 and went home? for serizawa's sake i actually hope he and reigen didn't go out alone #reigen is just the worst person to eat with confirmed #oifgughsdfjigd #leo.txt #arataka reigen #mp100 #mob psycho 100

[mmmatchasims]

Cranberry: I'm sorry I fucked up your shot at Foxbury... I didn’t know your grades dropped.

Cherry: You didn't mess anything up. My GPA went from a 4.12 to a flat 4, but I'm sure my dad made it seem more like I dropped out of school entirely.

Cranberry: But your application-

Cherry: A deferral isn't the end of the world. It'll be fine, it just means I have to wait a little longer for my acceptance. I've worked too hard to end up getting rejected, I promise you. *sigh* I just need my parents to believe that.

#ts4 legacy #ts4 storytelling #ts4 #berry sweet sims #pastel rainbowcy #dream bpr #dream gen 3 #cherry valentine #cranberry harvest #for clarity a 4.0 is straight A's #cherry just did extra credit all the time and had more than 100% in one class #but got a low A on a test and went back down to 4.0 #all of this is just to show how intense and dramatic her parents are LOL

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

in other news i wish my mom listened to me for once in her life

#and it's like god its ungrateful i guess but i put what i did on the list because thats what i wanted for christmas #i didn't want her getting more than that??? yk??? #if she had the money for fucking volumes 1-12 id rather have gotten something i wanted #i JUST had to update the list because the budget went down again and its like #each of those books is like 13 dollars #why the fuck would you spend like 100 dollars on that #she could have told me. she could have fuckin told me and I'd rather have put one of the things i had to take off back on the list #or like. god i told her to focus on the books if we didn't have enough money for the rest of things did she just get those ??? what the fuck #you know id know these things if she bothered TALKING TO ME #im going to be 18 in an undisclosed amount of years there is no christmas magic or surprises okay #she told me the budget i wrote things within the budget i did not want anything more than thay #i wrote exactly what i wanted how to order it on the list that was IT nothing more than that #and then she goes fucking off the budget and the list like what the fuck #i just fucking hate this and im being a brat and ungrateful okay im lucky i even get anything #im lucky she even thought about something like that #its just like if you had the money for this why didn't you just ask me what i wanted. and if you didn't and you wasted money on this despite #the entire fucking list within budget being there. what the fuck #im fuckinh sorry im just complaining #again im being ungrateful #its still fucking something #it couldve been nothing #aethers rants #cw vent #personal posts and stuff idk

[drzibs]

its so funny to me, because i went into good omens a die-hard david tennant fan. like he’s my favorite doctor, ive watched most of broadchurch, hes like my emotional support bbc actor. and this is not me saying i love him any less, bc thats not true! hes a brilliant actor and a lovely human and is one of, if not, my most favorite actor of all time.

but mr. michael sheen…………. i have Words for you sir.

//all good words i am in awe of you my guy//

#this man. This Man #because of this man ive went down a complete rabbit hole of his previous work #because he is so fucking good at his job i have watched a whole film that hes maybe centered in five scenes total #ive been sucked into a cop show that is a little bit on the nose writing-wise but holy shit holy SHIT this mans acting #he plays a serial killer who’s father to an nypd criminal profiler and im jist in awe every single time he comes on screen #how. how does he do it. if i was told that he was a narcissistic sociopath with 23 victims under his belt i would believe you 100% #rarely do i ever follow actors instead of fandoms and michael sheen has broken through dammit #i now understand when david says hes inspired by him the guy is so talented #michael sheen #david tennant #talking cat #ill quit yelling now lol i was just bursting at the seams about him

[loptrcoptr]

Went on a trail ride with another girl I haven’t ridden with in a while l and said “hey let’s try this trail!” and then I nearly got us stuck in a fucking swamp

I literally said “haha, come on Bertie (my horse) it’s not like it’s quicksand” and then boom! it kind of WAS though and my pony is fat but she is small, so she got stuck up to her knees a few times but oh my god, poor Buster is a normal sized thick ol halter hog quarter horse boy and he almost went down. he sunk in on the left side up to his stifle. that’s like his hip man that’s like. Almost the butt. that was high-as-a-horse’s-hips mud. That was horse-thigh-gap-height mud. Oh my god.

This obviously scared the horse so then he scrambled out as best he could and he took his mom into a bank full of many sharp little trees and she almost came off and then had to get down and back him back into the mud to get him out and around the trees again

Was my horse as affected? No. Was I hit so hard in the face by tree branches that I bit my lip? No, but her horse reenacted the neverending fucking story for a minute there and she got pistol whipped by branches and I felt so bad 😭 in fairness, she never objected to exploring. not in fairness, it was absolutely my dumbass idea

This is why no one wants to ride with us, even when I try to have a chill walk-only lazy little trail ride I still manage to get us into some kind of chaos, because my riding style can only be described as Quaintly Unhinged™️

As pet tax, here’s my pony and her stupid stray dog she adopted, brave survivors of the sticky icky swamp

#no animals were harmed in the making of this shitshow only one cut on a human and the dog #who has more than nine lives- was fine and I have no idea how he crossed the mud he could’ve flown I was too busy trying to not fall #I’m sorry Julie I’m sorry Buster. thankfully he is a sturdy fucker and both he and Bertie calmed down quickly once we got back on the main #trail and headed home. but the worst part is? #I had fun lmao I do enjoy this kind of insane shit #one time I went riding with my horse’s girlfriend and her owner and homies just turned her mare into the Rio grande and started crossing #and my mare followed because she’s obsessed with hers and I had a proud ‘oh thank god other people are also crazy’ moment #meanwhile ellis #Bertie the pony #this is why it’s really rare to have good riding buddies that 100% enjoy the same stuff as you. first you have to get past all the issues #between disciplines and training styles etc. and be totally willing to mind your own business #and then you have to have similar ideas of what’s fun #my idea of fun is pounding a beer and galloping my little nag up a dirt road pretending I’m in Rohan #this as you can imagine is an acquired taste for most people lmaoooo

[americanmoths]

the devil went down to hogsmeade

When did Draco get an instrument like that?

The blonde works one hand up and down and up and down and up and down its spine with a washcloth filled with polish until light catches on the shiny wood and bounces gold slivers against the walls of the Three Broomsticks. Draco turns the violin to him and starts tuning the A string, skilled fingers pulling the note tighter and tighter. 

Harry’s never wanted anything so badly. 

“The wood’s from a sacred fir tree. The bow’s unicorn hair. My great-great-great-great grandfather made it by hand, working every day for almost four-and-a-half years,” Draco says when he catches Harry staring. 

“Amazing.” 

When Harry stops mapping the violin’s smooth surface and finally looks up, Draco’s smiling with the unchecked glee of someone who has leverage and knows it. A devil in a three-piece suit. 

“Are you playing tonight, Potter? Do you play?” 

Harry opens a green case covered in stickers and pulls out his hand-me-down Yamaha. “I’m the best, actually.” 

Draco’s supposed to challenge his claim, but he just laughs once, sharp like the first note in an overture, like he’s warning Harry how much the songs to come will dazzle and destroy him. 

“Then let’s say we make this interesting. I’ll play, and then you play, and if the crowd likes your serenade better, then you get my violin.” 

“And if you win? What do you get?”

Draco’s eyes travel up and down Harry’s body, pulling it tighter and tighter until Harry’s attuned to Draco’s desire. 

“Deal,” Harry says, his violin already on his shoulder. He slices back and forth across the strings with practiced ease. 

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on ao3 | @drarrymicrofic prompt: serenade

#Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough #granny does your dog bite no child no #100 moths trying to write hamlet #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #drarry squad #drarrymicrofic #drarry microfic #drarry fanfic #important context: theres a song called the devil went down to georgia by the charlie daniels band im referencing here #highly recommend you go look it up if you've never heard it before bc it's perfect #like i just have no concept for how widespread it is outside of the american south bc like i grew up in georgia #its basically the state song

[warlordfelwinter]

the fact that this dumbass tried to eat forty breads by himself in one sitting is actually the most fiver thing fiver's ever done

#i let him share the rest bc he's nice #but i do like to think he got like 35 of them down #the rest wasn't very many #fel's ffxiv #oc: fiver #shadowbringers lb #exarch watching this through his magic mirror like: i wonder how the coinpurse cracking went-- ah. of course he did. #he either gave fiver the gold as a prank #or he just grabbed a random coin and threw it in there and idk which is funnier #the exarch who's been living in a magic tower for the past 100 years: it's one item at the market what could it cost a gold piece?