Watching Zeke Annihilate Hundreds Of Teenaged Scouts 😇😇😇😇🥹🥹🥹☺️☺️☺️🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😘

the Tumblr feed feels like it has been slowly pushing me to write fanfiction and I'm not sure how to feel about that

“The Little Drummer Boy” (Christmas carol) is actually a great model for fanfiction because:

It centers around in-canon characters and/or a believable oc

It magnifies the spirit of the original work and/or builds upon pre-existing themes which resonated with the (fic) author

It uses literary devices (ex: onomatopoeia, symbolism)

It makes its point without carrying on too long

Suggests at sentient and musically talented animals

It’s meaningful to both the (fic) author and to a wide audience of people who are already acquainted with the in-canon story

The protag is not too OP to fit in the canon universe in a believable and engaging way; protag has realistic limits and weaknesses alongside his/her talents

Thank u for coming to my ted talk

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

"Suppose one reads a story of filthy atrocities in the paper. Then suppose that something turns up suggesting that the story might not be quite true, or not quite so bad as it was made out. Is one's first feeling, 'Thank God, even they aren't quite so bad as that,' or is it a feeling of disappointment, and even a determination to cling to the first story for the sheer pleasure of thinking your enemies are as bad as possible? If it is the second then it is, I am afraid, the first step in a process which, if followed to the end, will make us into devils. You see, one is beginning to wish that black was a little blacker. If we give that wish its head, later on we shall wish to see grey as black, and then to see white itself as black. Finally we shall insist on seeing everything -- God and our friends and ourselves included -- as bad, and not be able to stop doing it: we shall be fixed for ever in a universe of pure hatred."

- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity. Some of yall really should read this.

Could you personally forgive someone who had a neo-Nazi “phase” as an adult? Assuming they’re trying to make amends for their past behavior/beliefs

this is really random but i just wanted to take a moment to share this gem i found on youtube. i love the niche little branch of content creators who both shitpost and also provide some of the most thoughtprovoking, nightmare-inducing stuff on the internet, which is why i love you guys on tumblr! anyway, ive blabbered on enough, here's the link: https://youtu.be/hFF5PLst0mo?si=IcsO1zuJ91dxyjKq

increase your push up count by doing more of them

Decrease your mile run time by running faster

Oh, you think the emperor is wearing no clothes? Are you saying the thousands of people who complimented his clothes are all part of a vast conspiracy? Do you know how hard it is to organize that many people? Have you ever had to order pizza for four people? And nobody has leaked it to the media? Idiot.

Unfathomably based

Hi! This is probably a weird question, but what is your opinion on the prosperity gospel?

That,,,,, sounds like a load of bull and a Very slippery slope to classism and ableism

This is an amazing take

Jinx’s psychosis comes through in these quick film scratched doodles. Whenever a flash of her unstable personality leaks out Arcane presents them as if Jinx herself took the film stock out of the projector and madly scratched these doodles into each frame before haphazardly stuffing the film reel back into the projector.

You could look at the entirety of Arcane as if it was a show that was filmed and edited by someone trying to tell a story, but then Jinx (as her own character) has found the film reels of the show and is actively interacting with it to tell her OWN side of the story. These scratches and doodles are essentially Jinx’s commentary track.

But what’s interesting to me is HOW her doodles often represents WHERE in her arc she is.

For example. Early on these doodles are deliberately being used to BLOCK out scary or unnerving imagery. The soldiers on the bridge, the bad memory of her sister yelling at her. Jinx chooses to draw OVER these moments. Literally trying to scratch them out from her memory. Because she’s a child here and Jinx’s personality has always been about protecting her child self, it makes sense that even as a commentator she is choosing to block out these moments to protect her child side.

But as the story goes along, her doodles take on a more narrative function. She starts doodling characters talking to her from the sides. She’s not blocking out the memories, she’s actively using the doodles to help give form to the formless voices in her head. She’s saying “see? I’m not crazy, Mylo was telling me shit! Look, there he is behind me!”

Near the end of Season 1 this narrative storytelling choice Jinx is doing starts to become even MORE clear. Now these doodles aren’t just to represent the voices in her head, they are used to re-contextualize her own memories. So as she thinks she sees Caitlyn laughing at her, she literally draws devil horns on her head, reframing this moment of Caitlyn’s fear as mockery.

And of course when Vi triggers Jinx in the climax of the season, her scratches become MUCH more visual and representational. These doodles don’t look like the usual film scratches we’ve seen up till now. If I were looking at this from a filming perspective this would be more like they were literally projected into the set Jinx is acting in. They’re multi colored. They look more pencil like than film scratched. They’re not as bloom heavy as previous scratches, and the film doesn’t jostle about as much indicating Jinx isn’t drawing these directly on the film stock like previously shown. I would say these look more like she’s literally surrounded by her doodles in-camera.

And this continues into season 2. She’s still surrounded by her demons, and it’s filmed the same way as in season 1. The only major difference is that now her doodles are interacting with each other. She draws Isha running around shooting away the bad doodles and trying to protect her. Once again this is Jinx telling her story through these doodles.

When Jinx loses Isha and is contemplating suicide, jinx’s doodles are ALL that remain. The screen turns black and nothing but Jinx’s doodles comes through. This is almost like the memory of her is so overwhelming that she literally blacked it out, and the only way to reinsert this moment into the show is for Jinx to draw it frame by frame. Up until now the doodles have always been drawn on top of the frame. And while Jinx is often in the shots and can appear small and overwhelmed by the doodles, she’s never just outright been blocked out by them. I think that’s what this moment represents. She is so lost that she can only recall this moment after the fact and redraw it. It’s not perfect, it may not have even happened this way, but it’s the only way she can piece together what happened between shots.

And finally… when Jinx enters the final battle, something different happens. Up until now Jinx’s doodles have been used to block out memories, draw the voices in her head, reframe moments from her perspective, etc. They’ve been abstracted and rough and off to the side or drawn haphazardly over the stuff she’s blocking out. She never draws it on herself. So what happens here?

She draws an accurate representation of what she looks like in that moment on top of herself.

This is Jinx FINALLY coming to terms with who she is. She’s showing us that in this moment THIS is who Jinx is. It’s not abstractly represented. She’s not blocking anything out. She’s not reframing the moment. Shes not recreating frames that were missing. She’s just drawing what is represented in the shot and who she is now.

If these doodles are Jinx adding commentary after the fact then this flash is her putting a punctuation on the end of her arc. Up until now these doodles could be seen as her showing HOW she became Jinx, but this final moment is her saying this version of her is the TRUE Jinx.

And of course, there’s the “THE END” shot. That is Jinx literally signing out her story. If you ever needed proof that Jinx is alive, the fact that Jinx doodles all over the show is proof of that. Arcane is Jinx watching back the story of her life and adding her own notes and commentary to the film reel itself and that is what WE, the audience, are watching.

This is actually such a raw concept omg

I’m absolutely obsessed with the concept of Eldritch Horror!Wibberlys. Basically the Wibberly siblings remaining changed permanently and physically because of the Books of Beginning, even after the series ends, making them not quite human anymore. For instance;

Emma - She runs cold. Even on the hottest summer day, her skin is cool to the touch. - Ravens and crows can be spotted nearby in the trees wherever she goes. - She hears the voices of the dead in every wind that manages to ring in her ears, or when she's really dizzy. - The scar on her hand, where the knife went clean through it, aches whenever something dire happens. - She still sees shadows, omens, not all the time, but sometimes. Usually around reckless drivers or people in hospitals. - She can see very well in the dark. - She's drawn to rain and mist, and will linger in it for a long time. She never seems to grow cold or clammy. - Every once in a while, for a few hours, food tastes dull and chalky to her, like what she encountered in the land of the dead. - In certain lights, her freckles look silver, the same shade as the metal bits on the Reckoning's cover. - Whenever she watches a movie or TV show, or reads a book, she can always guess what characters are going to die, and she's right every time. - Her voice is more decisive and commanding now. She comes across less as a brash girl or petulant child, and more as an authority figure, as the judge of the dead that she is.

Michael - He runs hot. His skin is warm to the touch, no matter how cold the air around him is. - Whenever someone around him cries, he finds himself crying too, as if he is sharing their pain, or relief, or joy, or laughter, whatever emotion it is. - He almost never becomes sick, and he's far less prone to injury than he was before, though he still remains clumsy. - He is incredibly adept at reading the emotions flickering across people's faces. - Sometimes, if the light hits his face right, his skin seems to glow. In the same vein, his eyes look almost red when he's around flames. - Plants and animals are drawn to him and respond well to his care. - His fingertips are calloused, as though they've been pricked over and over with a stylus, and it allows him to touch hot objects without burning. - On occasion, usually once every few months, he falls asleep and dreams that he's a different, random being, living their whole life. - His memory for names and faces is impeccable. - He becomes overstimulated at events such as concerts, where many people are gathered in close quarters. He can feel all their heightened emotions acutely, and it makes him feel as though he's feverish. - His blood looks darker, more like ink than anything.

Kate - Her sense of time is incredibly accurate, and she's very aware of the minutes passing by and dragging on, etc. - There are days she cannot stand the sound of clocks ticking. No matter how quiet they are, she's acutely aware of their sound. - She has a knack for directions, and she rarely ever gets lost. - In certain lights, her eyes flash gold and green, rather than their natural hazel, and her hair seems to shine. - She can see not only the way places are now, but the way they were in the past, and, on occasion, the way they will become in the future. - When things are quiet and still and she is alone, she becomes paranoid that time has stopped and that she's the only one still capable of moving and acting. Whenever it happens, she has to seek out proof that time still moves. - Similarly, when she tells people to stop, they do so immediately, as if they cannot refuse. - The scar on her side, from where she was shot, never fades, and indeed, often appears to look distinctly like a thread. - Her hands are steady, her body rarely shakes anymore. - Sometimes, her dreams are still of things that happened centuries or millennia ago, or of things that have yet to occur at all. - Deja Vu is a regular feeling for her, and her sense of foreknowledge often leaves others feeling eerie. - There are times when she wakes up or gets up and she does not immediately know what time period or place she is in, rather, she feels lost among the timeline, as if in the middle of an immense ocean. - She has a talent for finding what's lost, and she can always, always find Michael and Emma, no matter where they are.