#where we converge

[menoasmess]

*received an arc from the author and this is my honest opinion*

Time travel !!!!! Bisexual main character !!!! Magic society!!!!! Hurt and comfort bass boosted.

This was everything I wanted and needed to be honest. I just love everything related to time travel, it’s just a cool concept overall.

I loved the writing, the characters and the story kept me hooked throughout the whole book. Everything was so compelling. And I will sagely wait for more because I have so many questions.

Shoutout to Morgan who has the same name as me, love to eat, and deserve to be bubble wrapped. Darius deserve the bubble wrapping treatment too.

I loved the representation, Darius is a Demi-Bisexual man, and he’s super clear about it, and seeing it ON TEXT. Yeah love that. Fuck his coworker for being a biphobic piece of sh!t. Hated her so much.

Emily was a delight. Trinity too !

And Ines. Beloved, she’s just tired of everyone’s bullshit. I love her so much. She deserves 6 months of vacation on a spa.

Anyway I loved it!!!

Thanks to the author again for the arc ❤️

#where we converge #Time travel book #mm romance #bisexual main character #book tag #arc review #lgbtqia books #queer rep

[mispatchedgreens]

wang baoxiang's kitchen, an extended universe. part 1: morning alone, part 2: "brother I'm getting a divorce", part 3: ah shit, how does soup even work, part 4: the kiss

get more of the kitchen and part 3 specifically here! ✨🥣🐀✨

#the radiant emperor #she who became the sun #he who drowned the world #wang baoxiang #ayushiridara #esen temur #baob3i #my art #true love is stored in the soup #or rather in the kitchen in total. in a space as the heart of a home. where community converges #this au? also actual soup. many ingredients. made in communal space. one washes one chops one stirs hello we cooking #t err i ble joke pardon me

[silverskye13]

Etho stumbled onto the beach, tired, sore, hungry, and one moment of weakness away from calling Tango and begging for mercy. Sure, the whole exile thing had been his idea. Sure, it had all gone downhill at approximately the same intervals he thought it would. And sure, he'd feel really, really stupid for making Tango help him dig himself into this hole only to whine to be dug out again, but who could blame him? Life in exile was hard.

Everything that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong, he couldn't get a moment of peace with all the half-panicked villagers milling around, and his gear was half busted. There were raids too. Death after death to vexes and evokers lost in the caverns. Dragging himself through mud and water and gravel just to trudge back up to the villager bell and have no clue where the final raiders were. Ravagers pitching him off the cliff at every other turn...

Etho sighed dramatically and sprawled out in the sand, letting himself sink body and soul into self pity and misery. His communicator was a brick in his pocket, taunting him with its presence. It stuck to his thigh with the uncomfortable, matted grasp of wet fabric. He was well and truly soaked after his last climb through the caverns, and his clothes clung to him like a second skin, salted with sweat and blotted with blood from cuts and scrapes. A crossbow bolt, broken at the shaft, pinned his belt against his chainmail. The tip of the bolt pricked him uncomfortably, worrying the bruise that had formed around its impact; though it was rendered nonlethal by the stubborn mail he was wearing, it still hurt. Laying in the sand like he was, he was just adding more grit to the mix, more minor inconveniences to add straws of weight to the almost-broken back of his resistance. More to scrub and clean and dwell on later, while he contemplated giving up.

The sky above was cloudless and brimming with stars.

Etho watched the tiny points of light flicker, and mapped the planets that didn't. His single player world was up there somewhere. So were all the other Hermitcrafts he'd been to - and those he hadn't. It was weird knowing he could chart his presence in the universe with points of light. There had been a long time, before so many worlds formed and fought into being, that he had charted his existence by thoughts and impulses and idle curiosity. Ethoslab - void first, player afterthought. He couldn't really pinpoint the moment he chose physicality, he only knew that he had, and had yet to un-choose it.

There was so much more of him. He was so much bigger than this little peninsula of shoreline. So much bigger than pesky ravagers, peskier villagers. He could give up and just recede back up there into the stars, bid farewell to Season 9. He'd started late anyway. Imposed a barrier he had too much trouble crossing. No one would blame him if he simply unspooled himself into the aether and rested for a while. For a season. Maybe two. The hermits were understanding like that. It was one of the things that made them mortal - the ability to empathize and understand.

Not that Etho couldn't do either of those things. It just took effort, like climbing uphill through a water stream. Like running from waves of vex summoned by a hidden evoker. He thought maybe his exile would help with that: the effort to pretend to be mortal. The effort to understand things the way they did, relate the way they did. To enjoy their company the way they enjoyed his.

No one would blame him if he decided he was too tired. They couldn't. It wasn't in their nature.

Etho blinked up at his stars, his universe, the pieces of him he'd left behind places where he tried his hardest to be player first, void second. He should make a decision. He should reach into his pocket and call Tango. Or he should drag himself to his feet and soldier on.

Or he could just sleep on the beach here. Sure he'd wake up cold and sandy, but hey, the sound of the waves was nice. It was a steady rhythm, the water muttering incomprehensible secrets to the sand and shells. He timed his breathing with the rolling surf, watched the sky, and tried to live in a single moment. His skin itched where it touched the sand. His scalp crawled where the water in his hair dried. He closed his eyes and sighed, bearing his discomforts as best he could.

He didn't fall asleep. He was lulled to the edge of it, maybe. His breath evened out. His thoughts spun towards nonexistence. His body was weighted with the feeling of sinking through the ground, through his subconscious into comfortable oblivion. Then, with every rush of the waves, wakefulness returned for him like a stray dog - meandering and lazy, but brutally persistent.

He was dragged awake alongside the presence of... something. He couldn't place it at first, so hazy in his exhaustion that he measured it as his own wakefulness at first. As he sat up in the sand though, he found whatever it was out there was distinct from himself. It was a great unspooling of something, a system of thought and presence in the water. The horizon was alight with it, a pale pseudo-sunrise that pulsed like heat rays off the surface of the water. Its consciousness brushed his, extended as he had been, and he felt the edges of something vast, fathomless, deep and drowning. It was cold in that crushing way the depth of the ocean is cold, a sunless dark smothered by water and distance, alight only by the predatory longing to feed. It was sharp-toothed, patient as a mountain in the breath before an avalanche, and when it brushed by him, it grinned.

The waves arced higher, roared, raced and crashed. White sea foam curled up the beach towards him, electrified by the thought and will that compelled it. Brightly colored fish, tinged silver-grey by the night, darted from them, roiling the water in great pulses and ripples. Entire schools of them fled the water, leaping into the sky as though driven by some great predator, backlit by that yellow phosphorescence in the deep that Etho recognized as eyes. Dozens of gazes trained in his direction, their lights spilling together. The sea boiled. The thing was nearing the shore. As it approached, it made itself familiar. Dark depths of frigid presence condensed and warmed themselves. Bright eyes winked out one after another until only two remained, unsettlingly bright, but human in their proportion. The crashing waves soothed, returning to a gentle rolling against the shore, and with each beat forward, they pulled this thing, now a him, towards dry land. 

xB crawled out of the water with all the clumsy effort and strength of the first amphibians sniffing for shore in the times before history. His clothes were soaked. His hair was streaked with sand and kelp. His hands were planted firmly in his pockets. If not for all the sea water, and the hint of scales and gills like lace around his throat, he could have just strolled out of a building in the shopping district.

"Hullo," xB said anticlimactically, grinning with teeth that looked as though they couldn't decide how human they should be. They were situated in simple, straight rows, but the gums were too pale, and the white bone too sharp. 

"Hey xB," Etho squinted his eyes, the closest to a smile he had to get with the mask on. It saved him the effort of trying to figure out how to arrange his face for human interaction. "Out fishing?"

xB chuckled, tilting his head to the side to let some trapped water out of his ear. It was just a few more indistinguishable drops to add to the damp ring of sand around his feet. "Maybe. You out star gazing?"

"I'm in exile."

"Ah. I see. So that’s why you’re so far out here,” xB shook his head, scattering water and sand from his hair. If the action was meant to dry him at all, it didn’t help. He sat down beside Etho, and the smell of salt and fish misted off of him in waves. “Should I leave?”

“I feel like you’re not going to,” Etho chuckled, laying back in the sand. He crossed his arms behind his head and gazed up at the sky, re-charting points of light he’d already mapped a thousand times in his head. “What brings you all the way out here?”

“I needed a vacation,” xB sighed and stretched, and bones that hadn’t existed a few minutes ago popped and cracked along his spine. “I love all those guys dearly, really I do, but they’re all so…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words. Finally he settled on, “... human.”

Etho nodded.

“They move too fast, and they work too big,” xB explained, as though he had to. “There’s so much emotionality going on there. I needed to just be…” he gestured vaguely to the ocean, conveying some other indescribable thing he was having trouble putting into words, “... you know. For a little while.”

“I get it,” Etho hummed, blinking skyward. He and xB were a lot alike, all things considered. The deep ocean and its half-life sentience, and the void and its time-damned knowingness, felt similar from time to time. To sensitive hands, both ice and liquid nitrogen felt cold. There were generous differences between the two things, but cold wasn’t one of them. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”

“I’m stopping on my account,” xB chuckled, even though there wasn’t much to laugh at. “I don’t wanna get lost in it, yanno? Ya’ll wouldn’t see me for the rest of the season.”

Etho nodded wordlessly. 

“Unless,” xB said slowly, smirking down at him with bright eyes, “that was a really subtle way of telling me to shove off.”

Etho feigned hurt, placing a hand over his chest and raising his eyebrows, “xB! I would never--”

“Oh I see right through you, spaceman,” xB laughed. “Putting the hermit in hermitcraft out here. I see how it is.”

xB didn’t move to stand, but then again, that was the nature of the ocean. The surf didn’t leave the cliff because it wanted some alone time. It dug in and chipped away, until it had all the bones of the earth powdered to sand. So xB didn’t leave, and Etho didn’t try to make him. The void was more of a watcher than an actor anyway, and he could outlast xB’s patience. That wasn’t a sea-void metaphor, that was just them.

“I’m guessing you’re out here for the same reasons I am, then?” xB pressed on, heedless of Etho’s silence. “It takes some adjustment, but the exile’s a little extreme. I prefer full immersion myself.”

“I thought about not joining,” Etho hummed, finding a planet to fix his eyes on. It was a vaguely reddish light in the sky. “I’m joining late as it is.”

“Better late than never?” xB remarked, testing the waters with him, trying to figure out what he needed to hear. Or maybe he was just trying to make conversation. It was an odd little language barrier between them - two strange consciousnesses, one of void one of sea, conversing through the only experience they shared, pretending to be human. It was a language neither of them were the best at, but they tried regardless. 

“It's hard, xB," Etho told him, like he needed the reminder. "My body is awkward, I hate pain, and you're right, they're all so much all the time. I'm nothing. So much of me is just distant points of light and quiet moments."

"You're an airhead," xB concluded for him inelegantly. 

Etho chuckled, "Only sometimes."

"Fill it with redstone then. You're good at that."

"Redstone burns," Etho told him. "I'm not ready to burn yet. I can barely do noise."

"Aren't stars loud?" xB asked him. "I feel like giant burning balls of gas are probably loud."

"Is the bottom of the ocean loud?"

xB tilted his head thoughtfully, like the question had never really occurred to him. "Define loud?"

"Human loud. Like noise."

"The bottom of the ocean probably just sounds like your eardrums bursting, then."

"The void is quiet until you touch something."

xB wrinkled his nose, "But you're always touching something."

"There's not enough something in the void to touch."

"Should be full of water."

"Water is rare."

xB hissed unpleasantly, a disgusted sound that he wasn't quite human enough to make normal. It sounded too much like the charge before a guardian strike. "Water is life."

"Life is rare, and we'd make some mortal philosophers cringe."

The two of them chuckled, because they were talking nonsense - two immortal things pretending they knew mortal concepts like life and rarity. It was funny; pleasantly distracting. It was a distraction that only lasted until they were silent. 

Etho looked up at the sky and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, xB.”

The sound of the ocean filled the silence between them, calm and steady without xB stirring it up. Etho could imagine it was xB’s heartbeat, constant and droning, an unstoppable rhythm. Etho didn’t have a heartbeat. The vibrations of the universe were random and distant, and many of them weren’t even his to claim. They were worlds and broadcasts, and advanced communicators sending data and coding across lightyears of distance. 

Etho allowed himself a moment to think, really, he was quite lonely. Even sitting beside someone he should have every reason to relate to. And if he had trouble even seeing bits of himself in xB, well, there really wasn’t much hope for him this season, was there? It was a gloomy thought, but it wasn’t a new one. Yes… maybe rest was his best option after all. Like starting a new day, just a few years from now. What was time, really, to someone made of timelessness? The hermits would understand.

“You ever stop and think how cool it is,” xB spoke slowly, gazing up at the sky, picking his words with the same care that astronomers identified planets, “that we live in a universe where, in its two darkest, most desperate places, there are stars?”

Etho sat up slowly, peering out at the ocean. He could see the stars in the sky reflected in smears of light on the water. He got the distinct feeling, though, that they weren’t what xB was talking about. "You mean starfish?"

xB nodded, smirking, like he was aware it was a bit ridiculous. "The deepest oceans I've ever swam, there have always been starfish. Like deep, deep down, where the water's so heavy it sits on your chest like it hates you. They crawl around down there, tenacious little guys. Almost as tenacious as stars making themselves in nebulas, and burning up and making worlds, and burning those up too."

Etho smiled, "Are you giving me a pep-talk, xB?"

"Oh definitely not. It's only a pep-talk if I walk enigmatically into the ocean afterwards," xB stood and stretched, loose sand falling from his clothes and dusting the top of Etho's head. "I'll see you in a few days then, when your exile is over?"

He asked it like it was a real question. Like he didn't already know the answer. Etho shrugged, "Maybe."

xB graced him with one more chuckle, followed by a lazy salute, "Good luck, Etho."

xB walked into the water, shedding his humanity with every step. It seemed less like he disappeared into the water and more like he diffused into it, a collection of thoughts and ideas that colored the surface like spilled oil before melting into the tide and vanishing. Etho watched the place he vanished, watched the breaking of dawn start to lighten the sky on the farthest horizon. One star, then two, then three disappeared into the sunlight. Etho sighed, stood, stretched out his back and felt every pop and ache in his spine as he did so.

"Tenacious as the stars, huh?" Etho asked the ocean in front of him.

He got back to work. 

#the barking writer #ethoslab #etho #xbcrafted #void creature etho #sentient ocean horror xbcrafted #once again i force a convergence with two of my headcanons #anyway this is 100% inspired by the fact that I watched Blue Planet with my sister last night #and i did say the quote outloud: isnt it wonderful we live in a world where in its darkest places there are stars #no i dont just wax poetic in fics for the low price of my friendship i will say dumb shit to you in real time

[dex-starr]

Converge - All We Love We Leave Behind

#Converge #All We Love We Leave Behind #You know the worst part is being put in a situation where regardless of my choice I'm saying sorry to someone like this #Sorry I couldn't snap back to myself and be what I was. The vessel grew weary -- I wish I could've done better #Regretting my side of things is something I won't drop easy but like I said then and I say now #You meant that much to me #Spotify

[nostalgia-tblr]

okay reading about the reformation it seems everyone thinks the anabaptists are heretical but the "baptism only counts if you choose to do it" idea seems... quite reasonable to me?

#but then i see infant baptism as an argument against a benevolent god so i know i have niche opinions on these matters #also i'm an atheist but as with american politics it's hard not to have a opinions about something that's fucking everywhere anyway #it's like how we all know the major 'supernatural' fandom wanks despite not watching 'supernatural' #that wasn't a pun by the way just an unfortunate convergence of unnaturalness in the topics at hand #though despite it being a hot subject in the reformation i find arguments about the presence in the eucharist very boring #i assume that's just one where you really do need to be in the fandom to give a fuck either way? #religion #christianity

[igneouswyvern]

SO curious what's going on between edna and lailah. they very clearly have history together but to what extent. how long have they known each other. when did they meet and what were the circumstances. how much time have they actually spent together. they seem to not only know each other pretty well but also seem to be on surprisingly friendly terms. edna pokes fun at, teases, makes jokes at the expense of, and is just generally rude and disrespectful to pretty much everyone in the party. except for lailah. not only does she never direct any snarkiness lailah's way but she even seems to actively respect her. and perhaps even enjoy her presence. and for lailah she is the one character never annoyed or put off by edna's antics. she's clearly very used to it and doesn't seem to mind it at all. maybe even is amused by it. and they seem to be on the same wavelength about stuff so often. whether it's teaming up to coach sorey on weapon skills or edna telling lailah to riff and then praising her performance afterward or just kind of. generally agreeing on stuff. they rarely seem to be on opposite sides of a debate. and they even both make puns. i feel like edna picked it up from lailah. and edna never being surprised when lailah dodges the question because of her oath. im just. why are they so in sync. why are they so used to each other. why do they know each other so well that they've picked up each other's mannerisms. what is their history. zestiria please tell me more what is going on between them i need to know

#didn't expect to be shipping one of the rarest pairings in the fandom but here we are #they fascinate me. i can't stop thinking about them #it goes beyond just having chemistry. im squinting at them like have yall dated before or smth #love it when the brainrot converges. i'm crazy about lailah all of a sudden and im getting back into obsessing over edna and now im shippin #them together too #and ofc there's nothing out there for them. i found like maybe 3 fics where they're the main pairing and none of their ship tags on tumblr #have more than 3 posts in them. why does this happen to me every single time #wyvern rambles #wyvern's zestyposting #edna toz #lailah toz #edlai #shipping #tales of #tales of zestiria

[about-faces]

G.C.P.D.: THE BLUE WALL #3

Covers by Reiko Murakami and Steve Epting

A high-profile criminal operation is foiled by the GCPD, and in the eyes of Commissioner Renee Montoya, there’s only one suspect worth investigating: the murderous gangster known as Two-Face. But every report appears to show that Harvey is back on the straight and narrow. Is the duplicitous former villain once again leading a double life? Or are ghosts from Renee’s past influencing her objective judgment?

#not sure I’m ready to deal with this unless it means closure between them #but we already kinda had that in DC Convergence #I’m just always nervous now where these two are concerned #harvey dent #renee montoya #the question #two-face #twoface #two face

[claitea]

this is new

#clai speaks #actually prompted me to look closer at the background. had no idea you could see buildings in the back windows of the center! #its actually very pretty i wish pasio wasnt locked into this mobile gacha game that'll get shut down one day #a whole artificial island created by one guy where presumably a lot of timelines converge? #insane worldbuilding potential honestly #ily pasio hope you become. idk future game's dlc region. smth we go to in the anime. Anything please #sorry for the ramble in this post about. camera not locking properly HSHGDDH

[waterberry-strawmelon]

Every man who hated on Birds of Prey but loved Bullet Train owes me five bucks

#bullet train #birds of prey #harley quinn and the birds of prey #david leitch #films #movies #for the record I actually liked bullet train a lot #(apart from the whitewashing which I learned about after the fact. fuck this shit idc if brad pitt played the role well #We all know he was only cast to bring in the cishet white male audience.) #but I couldn’t help but notice how similar the movies are stylistically and how much less hate this movie is getting. Fucking wonder why #Again. I liked the movie but it actively bombed the bechdel test which itself is SUCH A LOW BAR #AND it had THREE—count ‘em THREE—distinct instances of fridging. Are you fucking kidding me #Cant make this shut up ahskjsksjskdbsk #ANYWAY if you’ve seen both these movies you can also prolly see the similarities in fight choreography and tone and editing/cinematography #As well as the converging storylines/character arcs and slightly unlinear plot progression #Even the comedy is pretty similar! #The biggest difference (and imo where BOP suffered the most) is in the pacing for sure #But seriously. The films are so fucking similar and we all know why one got shat on instead of the other. Hmmmmmmm #mine #just some thoughts #media analysis

[codecicle]

hi so im doing this as an anon ask cause i dont wanna put a name to my social anxiety of asking

ANYWAYS since your a fan of jrwi as well i was wondering if you liked mythborne by chance? its a oneshot dmed by charlie and i havent seen many fans of it lol

second question but i did this thing before where id do jrwi character rambles and was wondering if youd want me to do one for you? you can pick multiple btw they just need like enough story and screen time to do rambles on (example: i couldnt really do someone like ava well just cause i know little to nothing on her, but i could work something with her mom), ive seen most of riptide, all the black rose oneshot, and of course ive watched mythborne (finished it completely)

ok one: AUGUAUGUSUFUFH NO I HAVENT SEEN MYTHBORNE YET BUT I NEED TO SO BADLY!!!!!!! im working on watching through apotheosis then im going to go back and watch the original campaigns and god im so excited; charlie is such a wonderful dm i cannot wait

and two: YESS!?!????? HELLO OH MY GOD!?!???????? ABSOLUTELY I WOULD LOVE THAT‼️‼️ can i humbly be the niklaus hendrix guy for a moment and request a ramble on niklaus hendrix (if you still remember you sent this ask LMAO im so sorry it took me so long to see this 😔)

also don't worry dude you're totally ok putting your name to something as cool as this if you want, but I get the anxiety and why you didn't, just sayin ^_^

#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍 #jrwi #we have mail :] #i need to watch convergence mythborne and fated five SO badly #strangle macock my beloved where are you </3

[mermaidsirennikita]

my 14 year old self rising from the back of my subconscious as Thomas Doherty pops up onscreen as the rich evil vampire king of her dreams in The Invitation:

#the invitation 2022 #listen.... that man summoned shit out of me that i thought was long gone #idk that 14 year old me would've enjoyed the scene where he tells a woman to stop sucking on him #because there's plenty more where that came from #QUITE as much as 27 year old me did #so we converged in that sense

[strawberrycircuits]

Since you know lore of loz (and you actually explain it in a way that makes sense to me), could you explain to me where Botw/totk fit in the story. Cause I've been told that the first 8bit loz game is supposed to be the very last in the series, but my brain refuses to think that botw could come before that.

ok so good news: 8bit loz is, at least according to nintendo, NOT the last game in the series-- its not even the last game in a branch of the timeline.

im going to do my best to be as concise and understandable as possible, but im going to be talking about the timeline which is anything but. so. here goes!

so the zelda timeline looks like this, right? its a big mess with multiple branches, and it looks like this because Ocarina of Time is a game dealing with time travel and things got a little fucky in that game.

so the general idea here is; as an adult, link saves a future hyrule and leaves that newly-saved world to be sent back in time to before all of this happened (a world that is eventually flooded, since ganondorf returns and theres no link to save them that time, leading to wind waker). back as a child, link then runs and tells zelda about ganondorfs plans, and he's stopped before the events in the adult timeline can happen and we get the child timeline instead (and he goes off into the woods, sparking the start of majoras mask). if link dies in ocarina of time, ganondorf wins and we get the doomed timeline (leading to a link to the past)

breath of the wild is super fucking weird because its has elements from EVERYTHING ON THIS FUCKING TIMELINE. the rito? the flooding of hyrule (as mentioned in the description for rock salt)? ocarina of time Link being remembered whatsoever? islands referencing characters like Linebeck? those fuckers only exist in the adult timeline. twilight princess being referenced directly in links knighting ceremony? the mirror of twilight appearing in a side quest? arbiters grounds from TP still being in the gerudo desert? thats only in the child timeline, bro! ganon being a horrific entity of hate and darkness rather than a man? the yellow stripe on the hero of the wild gear? the abundance of monsters? doomed timeline, baby!

and the developers take on where botw is isnt exactly consistent, either

so! the consensus on where botw is is that it takes place after everything else on the timeline. that, at some point, the three timelines converged, and a shitload of time has passed since then, and now we've got the Hyrule of BOTW. and its been so much time that, as the art book for BOTW says; "Hyrule’s recurring periods of prosperity and decline have made it impossible to tell which legends are historical fact and which are mere fairy tale.” Hence the inconsistencies and weirdness about when this all takes place.

(also, fun fact that totally doesnt mean anything at all; the noncanonical spinoff game hyrule warriors? the plot for that game, loosely speaking, is that the three timelines are converged, which would explain how BOTW can be from every timeline. oh and its the first game where link wears blue. yeah the same blue he wears in breath of the wild. just a silly, funny thought.)

so.. yeah. the zelda timeline is a confusing mess, but we all kind of agree (based off of what the devs have said) that is at the end of everything that came before and waaaaaaay off in the future from there. so there ya go :]

#i hate the timeline sometimes i think #like i like aspects of it and i like how it kinda makes the tragedy of OOT ten times sadder bc its like. #yeah sorry we ripped you from ur childhood to fight a war you had no say in. anyways the world you saved is now flooded #because the evil you defeated came back and YOU werent around to save us again #and now no one remembers what you did and you can no longer go home so you join the hyrulian army and die and wander the earth #as a regretful shell of what you once were #or he just fucking dies. hes the only link nintendo has ever said canonically dies during his game #either you die or everything you worked so hard for and sacrificed yourself to save is all futile anyways #oot link is. so fucking tragic? im insane about him in multiple ways i think #my personal hc is that hyrule warriors IS where the timeline converged #but bc that event was already extremely chaotic the legends around it are just. muddled to shit and back #which is why that game is as weird as it is

[un-pearable]

see when a normal company decides to revamp their product, they plan it out and develop a concrete strategy and consider how it might be received by their customers. you’d think this would doubly apply in one of the largest companies in a notoriously struggling industry desperate for a sales boost.

and yet flashpoint and the ensuing cancellation of every book for the new52 was a surprise to even the person writing flashpoint

#dc how are you still alive #idk i’m mad today and definitely not knowledgeable enough to tag this and get fact checked. #but it’s absolutely bonkers (negative) even GEOFF JOHNS didn’t plan for his story to REBOOT THE ENTIRE COMPANY #IT JUST HAPPENED #that one part in the polygon article where the guy they hired to write convergence (and resolve the new52 bc it failed so badly) #said he developed a plot line and story board to plan like he did when writing major arcs for TV shows #and was told to throw it away ‘because that’s now how we do that here’ #DC. YEAH. IT FUCKIN SHOWS 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 #yknow as fucked as archie sonic is overall. during the 2010-2015 period im genuinely convinced even it was managed better than DC #that’s INCLUDING the lawsuits

[chaosgenasi]

love how many important trees are on leylines & their nexuses. very excited by the possibility of seeing an important tree in two weeks

#basil.ramblings #we got the suntree we got the age of arcanum nexus at cathmoira so kind-of the tree of names we got the raven tree kiki planted in zephrah #also we know one of the converging nexuses is in a jungle beyond hellcatch which sounds like where we are rn see: telescope #something something the elemental + the divine something something leylines #i wonder if keyleth has planted more trees. they seem like such a symbol of protection not to mention fantastic sources of information #also love how the bone tree in hellcatch which was heavily affected by the calamity is like. an interesting dark mirror of that #esp regarding the fists of the ruiner. idk i love it

[midsummerknife]

the only goddamn thing in the world i care about right now is fall out boy’s 8th studio album rollout happening and how i am Fearing for My Life not knowing when the next clue will drop

#also can we like #make a subreddit where avid swiftie & avid FOB fans converge? #bc it took two whole ass days for these fans to notice the purple claymation monster had 8 eyes on it #I’m working with amateurs here come on swiffers #let’s put our big brains together we’ve got this

[qserasera]

one of the royal princes took a crash course in cultivation for 3 years at a cultivation sect...lmao

#it's interesting where the xianxia and bits of court politics converge here hahaha #u are a prince but we are going to send u off to a cultivation mountain for cultivation finishing school!!! #it sometimes happens in very very very few other cdramas i see but usually the genres are kept apart