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#but a little less camp
frommybookbook · 11 months
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There is SO MUCH to love in this shot. Paul's face at being made to do this stunt by Perry. Burger's face as he looks at Paul in bewilderment. Andy's face as he looks at Burger. It's practically a renaissance painting.
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haunted-xander · 7 months
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I think Ryne would have a kinda skewed sense of what's normal. Like, she may technically know what's "normal" for most people, but what's normal for her is way different. She's raised by two men who are both Weird, only one of which can even pretend to be normal (and like hell Thancred bothered with that while on the run with Ryne lol)
Ryne thinks that talking circles round pixies is common knowledge from her many stays in Il Mheg. It is not. She also thinks knowing how to and being able to stomach skinning and gutting animals for food is normal. It's certainly more common, but unless you're a hunter it absolutely does not come as easily. Being able to walk and run around quietly is something she technically knows is unusual, but since her company has mainly consisted of a professional spy and a man who barely leaves home she tends to forget that most people can't do that.
I can't come up with anymore atm but. Ryne should get to be just a little weird(er) I think
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aroaceleovaldez · 7 months
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once again thinking about the worldbuilding in the riordanverse of "names are power" / "belief is power."
The Tri were only able to become immortal through convincing enough people to worship them that it became true. Monsters and immortals only exist through continued belief, and if enough people believe that they're dead or gone then it becomes true, like Pan. Their varied forms exist and manifest as they're believed in and called upon. Names call attention and epithets summon aspects. They're acknowledgement. Belief. Putting a name to a concept creates it as an individual.
And that's so fascinating when you start applying it to demigods. How much of their abilities are based on belief in themselves, in expectations of each other, in their parents' expectations of them? We've seen mortal figures who became immortal in some form or another because they were remembered. Even the lares - ancestral house gods, who persist because they're remembered. They have a legacy.
At what point does a demigod achieve that status? Rumors and whispers about them so persistent that they slowly become true. "I heard that Jason Grace is the son of two gods, does that make him a god?" "I heard Percy Jackson defeated a titan single-handedly. That he can create hurricanes without breaking a sweat. That he can control blood." After awhile, after enough rumors, does it become impossible to tell where they end and the legends begin? Isn't that what being a demigod is; half-legend?
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anachilles · 28 days
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has anyone come up with a heterosexual explanation yet for
"🥰 my little kriegie marconi 🥰"
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river-of-wine · 11 months
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A bonus Molly sketch from my gilded cage things! Given the circumstances for Molly in particular during chapter 4 and the fact that Dutch being the way he is would likely just use her as an accessory for the evening I can’t imagine her having a good time, but at least the dress is pretty
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falseroar · 1 month
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Guess who got called in for jury duty in April?
Guess who gets to drive 2 hours just to get to the courthouse??
Guess whose sanity is going to very much depend on either being excused or getting sequestered to avoid 4 hours of drive time a day until the duty's over???
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guiltyidealist · 2 months
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> 👁👄👁
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> fucked up (but pretty goddamn)
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> the ̵m̷ę̶å̸t̷ ̵p̵į̷ł̶ë̶ ̸-- raw in the back (lmao), cooked at the front door
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> my pet bnuuy (: oh bnuuy we're really in it now..
sad to report he despawned when I left the region ):
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> interior design (pictured: "I CAN Do This" Corridor, fire supplies, desk and storage space, çåttâïl čhāįr)
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> rate my setup 😎💅
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sweetestlittledarling · 5 months
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Building Little Worlds
Finley peered around the bushes at the wizard, who didn’t show any signs he knew he was being watched, before pulling back and taking in a steading breath. Okay Finley, they thought to themselves, you are covered in dirt and possibly some blood, and you smell like you haven’t properly bathed in over a month but it’s just a conversation. Just a conversation with a handsome wizard who is clearly out of your league. Yeah, no pressure. Finley let out a deep breath before building up the courage to move out of hiding. Hearing their approach Gale looked over and his face dawned a playful look as he leaned back in an inviting way. Just act cool, Finley's inner voice tried to remind them as they already felt the nerves flaring. They took another step closer but stopped suddenly as they found themselves looking at the brilliant show above them.
The usually cursed hazy dark sky was filled with hundreds of beautiful twinkling stars and colorful galaxy like swirls of color like nothing Finley had ever seen before. Not even the real night sky looked so beautiful as this. “Gale,” Finley asked in astonishment as they sat down next to him, “did you make this?”
“Indeed, the curse is still present of course, just veiled and at arm’s length for now,” Gale answered. “Not a trick I can repeat often, but after everything I think we deserve a little bit of starlight.”
“It’s beautiful! I've never seen such a amazin' sky before.”
Gale smiled. “I love this time of night. There’s almost this irreverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you almost feel like the dawn will never break. The cradle of eternity. The timelessness of lovers.” His eyes turned to Finley as he continued. “The most beautiful of fantasies.”
Finley felt the heat rise as their cheeks burned. Damn, he’s slick, Finley thought. Good thing he’s not a bard or he might kill people with his swagger.
“I wanted to show this to you,” Gale continued without missing a beat, “and if this is going to be my last night alive, I want it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder with company to match.”
Finley had been ready to protest the idea that this was Gale’s last night, but the 'company' comment caught them off guard sending them back into a tailspin of fluster. Focus Finley! their inner voice demanded. Stop bein' a hopeless simp and help the man!
“I thought this place might bring me peace," Gale continued, his voice filled with defeat. "I thought it might make the weight of what I must do feel a little lighter…but I’m not so sure.”
Steeling their resolve, Finley dared to place their hand on top of Gale's. “Gale,” Finley said, determination clear in their voice, “I refuse to believe this is the end. I promise you, we will find another way!”
“Thank you," Gale said, though not sounding so sure. "But even if we do find another way, perhaps this is the right way. The end fate wishes for me.”
“Well then fate can go and kiss a goblin boot then! I am not lettin’ you sacrifice yourself plain and simple.”
“But there is no point of running from the inevitable,” Gale stated, “Better to meet it on my own terms.”
“But nothing is inevitable Gale! Not when we face it together! I mean look at all the things we have done up till now! Against all odds we are alive, and we have done so much good! We can figure this out!” Finley squeezed Gale's hand reassuringly. “You don’t have to die.”
Gale looked into their eyes and the sadness seemed to wash away. He smiled as he took their hand in his. “One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime,” he sighed, holding tightly to Finley’s hand, “and prize the fear from my heart. I’m so very glad you came to share this with me. I know it’s unreal, but I want you to know I made it for you.”
“For me?” Finley asked, honestly a little lost in Gale's eyes, “You made all of this for me?”
“Yes, you must know that...” Gale paused a moment, looking as if he was trying to find the right words. “That you’re very special to me. If things were different. If we were home, I’d have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better, but time is short.”
“Gale- “
“I’m in love with you.”
All thoughts stopped in Finley’s mind as they blinked. “Say that again please?”
“If you don’t feel the same or can’t- “
At that moment all the walls holding months’ worth of feelings broke. Finley leaned forward and kissed Gale. It was a quick kiss and a clear shock to both as Finley pulled away. Suddenly all the words that Finley had been holding back came spilling out without warning. “I love you, Gale! I have for a long time, and I was holding back because well you are wonderful and smart and handsome as all fuckin' heck and I'm-"
Now it was Gale's turn to surprise with a kiss, cutting Finley’s words off as their lips met with more passion. It sent tingles through Finley’s body, right down to their toes which curled in their boots. As Gale pulled away, they sighed happily. “You are an amazin' kisser.”
“And you are a bad liar,” Gale chuckled softly, “I lived the life of a hermit before I met you. Safer for all but not conductive to the pleasures of the flesh.”
“Excuse you,” Finley gasped, faking indignation, “I am a great liar! Once I convinced one of my bard college professors I was inflicted with pun-omia.”
Gale raised an eyebrow. “Pun-omia?”
“Yes! The most fatal of illnesses!” Finley answered dramatically. “My brain was filled with nothing but the need to say compulsive puns all day long. I would have gotten away with it to, if it weren’t for the fact after a week of non-stop puns my fellow classmates were ready to murder me.”
“Did you ever have to face any pun-ishment?”
“Oh, what do we have here? A punny wizard?”
“Well, I have been known to play a bit of word play now and again” Gale offered with a sly smile, “you could say I am pun-stoppable. I have a pun-limited number of jokes at my disposal.”
“Well, I guess it’s true what they say then,” Finley laughed. “Love really is an o-pun door.”
Gale let out a laugh as he gazed into Finley’s eyes. “I must say that I’m glad that you feel the same way because it would be a shame to spend my last few hours making an ass of myself.”
“If it were, which it’s not, at least it would be a handsome ass,” Finley offered, gazing back at gale. “Can you say it one more time? Just so I can make sure I heard you correctly.”
Gale’s smile was gentle as they looked at Finley with eyes filled with adoration. “I love you Finley.”
Finley’s heart skipped a beat. “I love you, Gale.”
They sat there in silence for a while, both taking in the unspoken feelings that held on to for so long and now were able to dance freely amongst the stars. Gale’s warm brown eyes never strayed from Finley’s emerald ones as they held tightly to each other’s hand. “I want this to be perfect,” Gale breathed, “to bond with you in the way the gods do, intertwining our spirits in visions of the weave.” He rose to his feet, helping Finley to theirs. “Will you allow me to show you?”
Finley nodded. “Show me.”
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mophobia · 5 months
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DOCTOR WHO IS BACK BITCHES!!!!!!!!
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isopode · 7 months
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oh my god. how come i only now learn abt fabric shavers. this shit is life-changing
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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year
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I personally think it’s really fun to include Camp Half-Blood Austin as semi-canon purely because a.) Technically they are officially endorsed by Rick Riordan. He’s done events with them and so I count that as semi-canon, and b.) It’s really funny to just have like. Everyone at both camps be completely unaware that there is a SECOND Camp Half-Blood in Texas. Will, Chiron, and Mr. D, and maybe the ex-rogue campers are the only ones who are aware of this.
Everyone is like “Ahh, finally, we know about all of the camps and also the Magicians and Hotel Valhalla” and then Will offhandedly mentions meaning to visit the other CHB the next time he’s back home in Texas and everyone collectively loses their minds with a “WHAT OTHER CAMP HALF-BLOOD?!?!” and Will has to explain to them that Yes, There Is A Second CHB In Austin, How Did You All Not Know This, and that he spent like 3 summers there before transferring to CHB Long Island to be year-round.
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dandyshucks · 2 months
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me when i have a dream abt Guz but its ABOUT him, not featuring him :[
some gal a couple yrs older than me was trying to befriend me and the way she decided to go about that was ... to tell me she had a really cool and in-character headcanon about him but that I'd have to ,, chase her down and drag her back to the hotel room from the hallway if i wanted to hear ?? 😭 girl wtf i don't think having this person u just met chase u around is a very good way of making friends SBDJKDL
AND I DID. I DID DO THAT. but I can't remember what the hc was that she shared oh my GODDD
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telanana · 7 months
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so I re-rolled my durge bc I wasn't really feeling the goody-goody paladin pairing off with astarion and wanted to see who she'd naturally gravitate toward most (probably gonna be wyll or karlach tbh) and the most unfortunate thing happened. I... got alfira joining my camp literally my second long rest in the game. none of the other party members have even started opening up about their bs so, as far as durge knows, these guys are all normal and she's the one who's Fucked Up. totally switches up the party dynamic from what I had last run and it's honestly amazing.
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I'm beginning to think I just look for reasons to dislike things
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4giorno · 5 months
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okay im enjoying getting these dialogues i previously missed so much. literally astarion when you ask what? will you miss me: "HA!
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why not!!!"
#yea dont look at me i started a new character and felt like shit going through all the stuff that i just walked past on my beloved character#so i just made my og character the exact same again and im doing the exact same route with him again VDKFJDJDJDKF#but now im gonna actually do all the stuff in the game bc before i didnt understand the game so i missed so much#i was gonna explain everything i felt but it got way too long so ill just say this instead:#im already getting so much fuller of an experience and i couldnt be happier#and i wanna play my new character (who i like) when i dont feel misersble doing it#im not someone whos precious abt their games like when its over thats it thats the canon story so this way works for me#i build it meticulously until im satisfied!#im still gonna make the same decisions. hes still gonna be the same deceitful little rat with delusions of grandeur#but now i just play out all the massive amounts of stuff i didnt know existed bc i didnt understand how to navigate the game#its gonna be tough to eat the tadpoles again and be cool to the dream visitor bc i HATE the emperor hdjdjdjf#but like i said first time around its absolutely what he would do bc hes convinced he can control it#to get back to the post itself LMAO im obv so happy to get all the astari0n dialogue i missed bc just with this one dialogue i missed#(bc i didnt know how to long rest well) im getting a much more fleshed out picture of his manipulation and its so great#im on tactician now so im hoping it will force me to long rest more so i miss less camp dialogue#anyway can you believe my previous attempt at these tags was even longer? lmao bye im off to enjoy the game however i please!
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variousqueerthings · 1 year
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noticing in a somewhat outside-view kind of way that while I come at star trek with a lot of ships of all kinds, with MASH I really don’t “ship” anyone and I’m wondering where the distinction lies for me between going “xyz has interesting/funny/heartbreaking/etc tension of some kind, so I could ship it” in star trek and “xyz has interesting/funny/heartbreaking/etc tension of some kind, and I do not define that under shipping” in MASH 
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