#mind mumblings

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Either:

They canonise Buddie in the finale and everyone was right about this being a beautiful three year slow burn, OR

They make the gayest finale to ever gay and then season 5 continues as usual with both Buck and Eddie still 'straight', OR

They use this as a reason to write Ryan out of the show and this is them throwing Buddie fans a bone before the end.

Everyone place your bets now!

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Kidnapper: We have your kid brother.

Luther: … My brother?

Kidnapper: Yes.

Luther: Oh.

Kidnapper: … “oh”?

Luther: Yeah, you don’t have Five. Five has you.

Luther, hanging up: Good luck.

[insp]

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reflecting on the lo*ki series and it was truly the biggest 'be careful what you wish for' mar*vel could have given me oh lord oh man what a way to completely ruin a chracter

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All celebrities are inevitably problematic and that's why we stan fictional characters instead

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Do I want to attempt a season 2 ending rewrite where Five gets kidnapped before he makes it back to the alleyway and throws a spanner in everything thereafter. Do I have it in me to write this. 🥺

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I don't know if it's just my ADHD brain but it always amuses me when people get offended that I sometimes seek out spoilers for things to keep myself interested.

Like, I just don't have the patience or attention span to suffer something once it begins to bore or annoy me. I don't watch shows for the suspense, I watch them to be entertained. Especially if I'm watching or playing something alone. Sometimes a basic synopsis or the first fifteen minutes of a show just isn't enough, no matter how much a friend assures me it's great later on. Looking for spoilers means I'm looking for a reason to keep watching and keep engaged. I need something to look forward to or some sort of payoff to be excited for, or else it's agonising, and I will just stop watching the thing.

The thing is, spoilers often Elevate my experience and make it more fun for me. Otherwise, if I have no idea what the payoff is, or if there even will be a payoff, it just isn't worth my time. Or sometimes if theres a very disappointing development, it helps me mentally prepare for it and cushions the hurt when it does happen.

It's like wanting to know how much you'll be paid when you take on a new job. Or wanting to know what the prizes are before you enter a raffle. If I'm going to invest hours of my life into an experience, I'd rather know if it'd be worth it in the end.

You know? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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How's Skyrim ? I've always wanted to play it but never exactly started it

How does one even begin to explain Skyrim. At its base it is a high fantasy rpg romp that is fun in any way a giant free-roam sandbox game with a paper thin storyline can be fun. The fun is in the exploration and combat and becoming absolutely invisible to npc perception when you press the crouch button.

But more than anything, the explosive moments of joy comes from the serendipitous moments of when a glitchy mess of a game engine interacts with the environment or interprets your intentions in a way that transcends human understanding but is more often than not, absolutely hilarious. Yet 90% of the time, the game is perfectly functional and immersive that you might find yourself forgetting that at any moment, the npc you're chatting to might suddenly moonwalk themselves off a cliff.

It's not a game where the storytelling or the characters are going to stay with you for years to come, but one where every single person will have a story of the time they wandered into a giant's camp by accident and then got shot into the stratosphere when their character's body intersected with a giant's club and the game interpreted this as instructions to launch you physically into space.

It's also a game that has such an incredible PC modding community you can effectively transform it into any sort of experience you desire. Whether it it stunning realistic graphics that will set your graphics card on fire, or transforming the game into a hardcore survival sim, or turning every dragon into the game into Thomas the Tank Engine.

If you need to understand what Skyrim is like, I think this skit montage by JinnKid absolutely encapsulates all that is important about Skyrim.

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(1/2) I came here straight from finishing your TUA fic when I saw you had a Tumblr. Honestly, I could gush about it all day?? There's not enough space in these comment boxes, so I might review it chapter by chapter when I have the time, because there were so many things I thought you just NAILED about the characters. It was also one of the most thought-provoking fics I've read in the fandom. There were so many moments where my eyes lit up, because I felt you were really onto something.

(2/2) So yes, I just wanted to thank you for contributing such an amazing story! I was actually curious if you'd be writing anything else for this fandom, but to my delight I saw you posted some ficlet prompts. HMMM... What about "Promise me you’re not gonna over-react." or "It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing?" Whichever interests you!

Gosh anon, thank you so much! This was such a sweet message to read and your words are massively kind. I would be absolutely thrilled if you ever decide to leave reviews on the chapters. It’s been such a relief to hear that the characterisation has been working for you guys!

Also, ask and you shall receive, here’s a non-canon(?) mini AU? continuation? of my TUA fic for you.

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The house was quiet in the early morning, and even the sounds of the city outside were more muted than usual. With almost a dozen superpowered people sharing the house, it was also the time in the day where Five could be guaranteed a quiet moment to think and work on his equations without the danger of harassment.

Five mulled over his equations as he walked down the stairs toward the kitchen, holding his empty mug. He was right on the cusp of something big, and he knew that he could fix the imbalance in his maths. His calculations had gone wrong somewhere and he needed to redo the working, though he wasn’t entirely sure where he’d made the mistake.

As he walked, Five paused at the sound of ominous creaking in the floorboards ahead of him. It sounded like someone very heavy trying their best to be stealthy, and failing.

“Luther?” Five said, a frown falling across his face.

There was sudden silence, and Five stepped around the corner to find none other than Number One, skulking in the hallway.

"It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing?" said Five, squinting at Luther in suspicion.

“Uh…” said Luther eloquently, his eyes wide and screaming with guilt.

Five stood unmoving, waiting for a response.

“Nothing?” Luther said in a tone that screamed something.

Five stared at him for a doubt filled moment, before deciding he didn’t really care. If it was anything truly important Luther would be rounding up the troops, not sneaking around like he was scared of getting in trouble with Dad.

“You really need to work on the lying thing,” Five said, and then jumped past Luther to get behind him.

“Wait!” Luther suddenly hissed, whirling around in a panic.

Five paused, then turned around with an annoyed frown. “What?”

“Wh- Uh, where are you going?”

“Kitchen.” Five gestured with his mug, before turning away again. He needed more coffee.

“No, stop!”

Incredulous, Five turned back. “Christ, what do you want?”

Luther made a frustrated, grumbling sound. “Okay, look. I’ll tell you. But you have to promise me you’re not gonna over-react.”

Something in Luther’s tone sent alarm bells ringing in Five’s head. “Luther, what did you do?”

“Nothing! I didn’t do anything, I just wanted a snack but then you-” Luther cut off suddenly, his mouth slamming shut.

“I what?” Five said, eyes narrowing. Luther had better be careful how he finished that sentence.

“Look just, come with me, alright?”

“To where?” Five said, as Luther pushed past him and started heading back the way he had come from.

“The kitchen.”

Frozen for a moment by the ridiculousness of the situation, Five rolled his eyes, and followed after Luther.

This had better be important.

-

The lights were on as they approached the kitchen, though it was hard for Five to see beyond Luther’s massive bulk.

“Oh hey, you’re back already?” Vanya’s voice sounded as Luther crossed the threshold. “Where’s the-”

Vanya’s voice abruptly cut off as Luther moved inside and Five, behind him, finally saw just what Luther had been hiding in the kitchen.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Five muttered, as he found himself face to face with his thirteen year old self.

At the kitchen table, Vanya sat next to Five’s younger self. The thirteen year old Five looked miserable, sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a mug of something looking like hot chocolate. His hair was the same, but he wasn’t in a uniform, and wore a dark striped sweater with jeans and boots, looking unsettlingly like any other teenager he could walk into on the street. The younger Five’s clothes were creased and rumpled, but clean, and Five wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was a runaway if he hadn’t already known. 

Five felt faintly proud of the fact that his younger self managed to not look starved and homeless despite what had to have been a week on the street.

He also couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Holy shit,” the younger Five murmured, staring back at the adult Five with widening eyes. “How-”

Five made a face, then shrugged. “Congratulations, you can’t age anymore.”

Then, he walked around both Vanya and his younger self to check the coffee maker.

“Five!” Vanya chided as his younger self’s eyes went wide.

“That’s not true, Five,” Luther said with a look of confusion, before alarm fell over his face. “Wait, is it?”

Five shrugged. He was just fucking with them, but they didn’t need to know that yet.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” the younger Five muttered, echoing Five’s own feelings, before he suddenly cried out. “Wait, is this why none of you came home?” 

Five frowned as he put down his mug and picked up the empty coffee pot. It was strange to hear such obvious hurt in his own voice. He scratched at his neck, and then sighed internally as he took note of the new itchy patches that sprung up across his skin. Right, the damned psychosis.

“Well, this is certainly an interesting development,” Five said, turning around to face his siblings and his alternate self. “I’m going out to get some coffee.”

Everyone watched him in surprised silence. There were tears in Five’s younger self’s eyes, and that was an even more unsettling thing to see.

“Luther?” Five continued, turning toward his brother. “I expect to see you at Griddy’s in twenty minutes.” He gestured between himself and the younger Five. “We need to talk about this.”

“Wait, you’re just going to leave?” Luther said, stepping forward.

“Luther, do you remember what happened the last time I spent too long near my alternate self?” Five said, smiling mirthlessly. “If you don’t fucking do as I say, then don’t blame me if I skip straight to the homicidal rage.”

Five turned and jumped out into the alleyway before Luther could respond. He was getting really thirsty, and needed that coffee. Griddy’s had better still be open.