maer!!

My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right And that's good enough for me

[7-inches-of-satanic-panic]

k but imagine Rocky wanting to learn about how humans became the apex predators of their planet so he has Grace “hunt” him in the biodome as an experiment and during it he thinks Grace isn’t trying or taking it seriously which is bad bad bad because this is for research purposes

only for Rocky to get more and more tired as the experiment goes on just to realize that Grace isn’t which makes him panic so he puts as much distance as he can between them and finds a (hopefully) safe spot to sleep and when he wakes up the human is crouching over him like “got youuu” and Rocky has never shrieked so damn loud before in his life

[homunculus-argument]

I've decided that the day I can go a whole day without climbing back to bed once is the day I've made a full recovery.

It's not today. But eventually.

[bluebeesknees]

Stop pitting two boyfailures against each other 😔✨

[the-strongest-gojo-glazer]

if you have fanart of them kissing contact me

[rubieeyes]

you think enjins AO3 tag gonna be changed to endoareilychima illastsalli machiada leotrago sphidi pharjin | enjin

[hannii-space]

God forgive the person I'll become when THIS Enjin gets animated🫢

[justaz]

percy all of twelve years old, three apples tall, sitting with the truth that what happened wasn’t a dream. the minotaur was there and it grabbed his mom and…he remembers a shower of gold but he also remembers hearing all about how his mind is wrong from all his teachers and counselors, how it doesn’t work right, not to mention how “normal” human brains function and the way they can overwrite their own memories and force themselves to believe in what didn’t happen rather than what did. percy who spent the last year being gaslit by both grover and chiron about how mrs dodds didn’t exist and that he didn’t kill her. percy trying with all his might to figure out if he really watched his mother became a shower of gold or if it’s his mind tricking himself and she was really a shower of red viscera

[arianna-sama]

[sallystarlet]

Today is my birthday, so I'm allowing myself to share One (1) mildly crack theory with barely any evidence (but I'm still slowly starting to like it):

I think Wally was made specifically for the Welcome Home show, and was never meant to be a real person to begin with. That's why he's so intent on being known as a puppet and "your best friend", because that is literally what he is within this context: he's the audience companion, he has to take your hand and guide you throughout Home, whether that is through the show and the everyday situations the neighbors get up to, or the hidden videos and audios that show you the truth of what's going on behind the scenes.

His character page says little information is ever told about him despite him being the main focus, because him having a backstory is unneeded: he has only ever lived in Home and has never been anywhere else. He learns things you would learn as a child, (colors, emotions, laughing, drawing and painting, the meaning of Christmas) as an adult, because he is first and foremost a character that was made to learn things in the show: so the fact it would be kind of impossible for him to live to being in his 20s without already knowing some of these things is completely irrelevant.

He does not know morse code despite that being the only way for him to talk to his own house because the show does not need him to know this nor for them to talk. (May be the same reason why Frank states he was the one to teach Home as well— the show did not need Home to know it either, so it didn't teach him.) He is ambidextrous (seen using both of his hands for different things in different illustrations) because it is more practical for him as the main character to be able to use both hands, and thus he is able to. He is the shortest out of the neighborhood because being 3 feet puts him roughly at the same height as the child audience the show would have, and thus makes him more approachable.

His voice corrupts in the hidden audios while staying normal in the storybooks, because while the storybooks are a part of the show and its context, the secret stuff are unintended and are thus removed from it. The Echo/Specimen E video has Wally react to Frank trying to leave in a strange way because this situation was unintended and thus he literally does not know how to react to it (→ him using his catchphrase, "wouldn't that be the most?" despite the fact he actually rarely uses it in general → Wally using more strength than is usual for him → not outright telling Frank not to leave, nor why he shouldn't, but rather telling him to stay for the party's sake.)

If you remember back to posts from Clown's blog, (which yes I know Clown said not to use the posts but hear me out), this also tracks with some of the things he's said. Wally is most comfortable smiling because that's what's most convenient for the show. Wally has an "interesting relationship" to food and eats with his eyes because the show does not need him to eat (real life puppets cannot eat, after all), and thus he is not made to know the "proper" way to eat (with one's mouth). Wally understood art after he came to the neighborhood because he was always intended to learn it through the show.

I think the fact that he is able to see the hidden videos, access the website, call us and W on the phone, etc... shows that he is indeed a person, he's not "fake", he could get out of this context. (And well, there has to be some reason why he's reaching out to us; and if you believe him to be the WHRP's mystery collaborator, why he is trying to have us find the show.)

But with the importance he's been shown to give to his role (aforementioned "notice how he's still guiding us even now"), and to the Welcome Home show... would he?

[thejessc0de]

Pedro Pascal but it's Gojo

[achillesinhighheels]

[ruegarding]

the set up of annabeth saying i know you to percy, percy thinking and you still like me anyway? in moa, and then in hoh percy reveals a part of him that annabeth didn't know and it terrified her. both that it was there and that she didn't know abt it. and it's the worst-case scenario for both of them: annabeth that she was wrong, percy that he was right.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

thats kind of interesting because then it would mean that percy always knew inside of him that he could do such a thing. like he was probably felt like a ticking time bomb through hoo, waiting for some day where he could just,,break,,

[ruegarding]

exactly! he literally gets described as a loose canon in hoo, and, well. the mt saint helens explosion usually takes precedence in all conversations abt percy's powers, but i actually like to compare the poison scene to the stable cleaning scene:

he's so distracted by how good his power feels that the horses have to beg him to stop for him to notice he's going too far. sound familiar?

[small-world-of-fandoms]

[herenvibing]

thinking abt the fact that we don’t really see gojo actually throw hands all that much in hidden inventory. he instead relies heavily on usage of blue in an offensive capacity (since he hadn’t accessed red), and the assurance that nobody can touch him thanks to infinity. pure arrogance and belief in the power granted to him by his bloodline. pretty much the only time we see him physically attack anyone is when he kicks that guy who kidnapped kuroi. a god need not stoop to the level of mortals, after all.

and then he was killed (mostly) by a non sorcerer who relied solely on his own physical strength, dexterity and tactical intelligence.

and now in the future/present, for a pretty large portion of the manga, we see him mostly using actual martial arts in combat, and while he still leans on infinity to bolster his defense, he’s also made himself difficult to hit by just how fast he is. red comes around when he feels like showing off, purple when he wants to play rough, but beyond that it’s just pure unbridled mma. that 15 hit wing chun combo he delivered to miguel? he never would’ve done something like that as a teenager. he uses blue a bit in an offensive capacity during the fight with hanami and jogo, but when domain amplification comes into play, he switches pretty seamlessly to hand to hand and doesn’t give either of them anything even resembling a fighting chance; he only uses domain expansion when he realizes how outnumbered he is, and EVEN THEN it’s for less than a second, the rest of that fight is, again, pure hands. it isn’t until the fight with sukuna that he really starts to lean again on his jujutsu; even in that fight he had Sukuna outclassed with his skill in martial arts. Bro went from not bothering to get his hands dirty to being inarguably the greatest hand to hand combatant in the verse, second only (maybe) to Maki. 

gojo didn’t just steal toji’s fit and his kid. he stole his martial prowess too.

[herenvibing]

a minor headcanon that I will die defending is that reigen initially assumed that mob’s supposed “psychic powers” were just how he rationalized his autism to himself. like here’s an obviously autistic kid, one reigen clocks immediately because he’s, well, reigen, and he’s talking about extra sensory perception and having powers he can’t control, powers that are scary. obviously, he assumes, this is something the kid picked up from his parents, a way for him to rationalize his alienation from other children— that no, you’re not “different”, you’re special (not even going into the parents who think their autistic children are like, aliens) and the other kids can see that you’re special and so they treat you like you’re weird and creepy and they don’t invite you to play and they whisper behind your back but it’s fine, because one day they’ll see how special you really are. and adult autistic reigen arataka, who was also probably-definitely bullied as a child, decides to nip that thought in the bud and gives the whole spiel, that no, “psychic powers” (autism) don’t make you special, and yes, they do make you different, and that’s fine because everyone’s different, and at the end of the day you have agency and you get to decide the kind of person you’ll be, so choose to be a kind one, and he sees this kid hanging off his every word as he tells him the kind of stuff he wishes someone had told him when he was so little and alone, and he mentally pats himself on the back and hypes himself up for another cigarette.

and then the kid makes a teacup float in front of him and he’s like oh. damn. can you kill ghosts

[whamber]

Merlin should get to go apeshit every once I'm awhile. as a treat.

[doctor-doodleman]

I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should-

[figachilles]

@merthurmicrofic | Door | 483 words

“Now, Merlin,” Arthur drawls, fingers clenched around the bones of Merlin’s shoulder, his other hand clutching a bedsheet to his waist, “what is this?”

Merlin stares at the slab of hardwood, and is forced to wonder whether all of Arthur’s head injuries are finally catching up to him at once. “It’s… a door, sire.”

“Very good,” grunts Arthur, his grip tightening; Merlin’s arm is starting to hurt, a bit. “And what is it, exactly, that we do with doors?”

Merlin blinks. Arthur doesn’t move. The door offers no extenuation. “We… open them?”

“No,” says Arthur, pressing himself forward, so that his bare chest is flush with Merlin’s back. Merlin has the distinct sense that if Arthur had a knife, he’d use it; but he does not, so most of Merlin’s blood is staying where it is. “We knock,” Arthur mutters, into the shell of Merlin’s ear, “and then we open it.”

Several pieces fall into place at once, and it becomes immediately clear to Merlin just what sort of scene he has so blithely interrupted. He shuffles backwards, in search of proof, but Arthur steps away. 

“I’m not sure I understand, sire,” Merlin offers, fluttering his lashes in a manner he has been told looks quite innocent. “Perhaps you could show me?”

Arthur grits his teeth, but reaches a broad arm around the side of Merlin’s ribs, grabbing his hand and curling the fingers into a fist. Then, slowly, roughly, he drags it up to rap rap rap against the panel of the door.

“I see,” Merlin muses, biting at his lip, as Arthur drops his wrist again with haste. “And how do you prefer it, sire? Should I be gentle, or really give it a good pounding?”

He twists around just in time to watch Arthur’s neck flush very slightly red.

“I don’t care,” Arthur grates, though he wrenches a second layer of the sheet towards his lap. “So long as you do it.”

“It’s only that I wouldn’t want to tire out my hand,” Merlin explains. “It would be difficult to service you without it. And your royal wood just seems so hard.”

Arthur’s ears change color, and a strange sound escapes his throat. “Well,” he coughs, inching himself sideways, though Merlin turns as well, in sync. They circle one another until Arthur backs into the door; his eyes are very dark, cheeks red. “See that you learn quickly. As I won’t teach you again.”

Merlin sighs, and shrugs, and Arthur shifts, making the hinge pins rattle in their shafts.

“No,” Merlin decides, “I’m just not sure that knocking is for me. Though I can think of another way to use a door. So that you’ll know exactly when I’m coming.”

Arthur’s gaze meets Merlin’s own, and his tongue darts out to lick his lip. “Oh?”

“Yes,” says Merlin, nodding at the sheet. “But first you’ll have to put that down.”