My Charmander is named Ember and I love her

Rachel| 27 years old| she/her| 

[bruzum]

[timetravellingtyrion]

"Name every Bolton" uhh Roose. Ramsay. Troy.

[starsandstormyseas]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Chris Evans Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence  Series: Part 6 of Rebel Columbia Summary:

On the verge of a new beginning, a life is suddenly cut short. The Avengers remained officially disbanded after the Sokovian Accords, though the members still act in secret. Agent Sharon Carter hopes she can breathe life into an old idea, but its not going to work if her new asset doesn’t live long enough to help make it happen. Even worse, a great threat looms on the horizon, one that will take every last hero to defeat…

[headspace-hotel]

Asunder is basically the most classic way to be torn, and if you're looking to be cleft, in twain is a vintage but stunning choice

[shnehollander]

orphan black rewatch s01e02

[robotslenderman]

can you imagine tho if Eridians discovered radiation years and years after the Blip-A left

and they're just absolutely horrified because now they know why the Blip-A never returned, they sent them all to die, now to save their sun they have to redo the entire program all over again and Adrian is devastated -

and then three Eridian years later Rocky shows up with his pet alien and a ton of taumeoba all I LIVED BITCH

[stealingpotatoes]

i can't stop thinking abt this post so

[datasoong47]

[atlinmerrick]

Merriam-Webster didn’t say it, but I feel that a “you feckin’ clown shoe” was implied at the end of their second tweet.

[fiercestpurpose]

There’s a quality that certain books/movies/TV shows have that leads me to say, “Yeah, I can see people making fanfiction of that.” It’s something to do, I think, with how tight the story is, how much feels open-ended or like it could be elaborated on.

Something like Breaking Bad, for example, has low squiggability (that’s what I’m calling this quality). It’s tightly written, the characters are consistent, there’s little left to interpolate or extrapolate. Obviously, people DO write fanfic of Breaking Bad, but it still has a low squiggability score. Whereas something like Supernatural has a high squiggability score. Fantasy and science fiction often have high squiggability scores. This suggests squiggability could also be related to worldbuilding and potential for people to borrow a premise or setting.

And sometimes you’ll read or watch something and you’ll say, “Ah, low squiggability,” and then you’ll open tumblr and find out that everyone else seem to think its squiggability was very high indeed.

[spookyboywhump]

The prettiest thing a man can do is struggle against his restraints

[elbiotipo]

we don't hate J.J. Abrams enough

[elbiotipo]

Branson Reese, whoever you are, I keep your words in my heart all the time.

[kaijuerotica]

"branson reese, whoever you are" put some respect on the smooth sharks one fear man's name

[garaks-padded-cell]

Apparently when i was a kid as soon as i could dictate what i wanted for christmas i asked for nothing but a 'glamorous chair' in my letters to santa over and over until my mum got tired of my relentless faggotry and staplegunned a purple feather boa to a stool for me

[emotion-deluxe]

No offense but where are the male porn bots

[calellon]

..and where are all the gods?

[tokentrans]

where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?

[laylamva]

Isn’t there a white guy to clutter up my feed?

[glassmirrormask]

Late at night I scroll and I block and I dream of what I need

[sarakouda]

I need a manwhore! 💥💥💥💥

[emotion-deluxe]

Can someone PLEASE answer my question

[raccoonmilf]

Affirmations: People like my work. I am good at what I do. Important people don’t want to hunt me for sport. If anything, they should worry about me wanting to hunt them for sport. I have a powerful bite force.

[bugmuscle]

beautiful, sexy, powerful and smart women named SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING are attempting to contact me

[dni-archive]

[abysslll]

[itsladykit]

Motion Picture Association of America.

[waywardworldhopper]

Entertainment Software Rating Board

[smoke-in-the-winds]

I think it would be fun to go full out with “1001 Arabian Nights” orientalized fictional New York setting. It’s somehow always the 20s, and 80s and also contemporary. There’s depression era gangsters and Wall Street finance bros. Spider-man or the Teen Aged Mutant Ninja Turtles might show up. The Mayor is never named but is a constantly felt presence. Sometimes the World Trade Centres are there, sometimes they’re not.

[importantangeldefendor]

Batman the animated series

[mortalityplays]

This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.

e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.

I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.

This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.

And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you 🫵 are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.