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Love Begins
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cherry valley forever
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Stranger Things
Product Placement
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Show & Tell
The Stonewall Inn
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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I have very few opinions on One Direction but I do watch The Voice and my new favorite thing is that every season Niall Horan has a contestant who is a OD super fan that he turns around for not knowing that he’s about to live out the first three chapters of a tumblr fan fiction with her
February 18, 2025
Washington,DC
Credit: laurenevemayberry & jr_kyr on Instagram
At the school of cunning...
prison is hell
Nothing brings people together like fighting for equality and a collective deep hatred for one man
paper mario’s thousand yard stare
I’m gonna say something that I’m sure will not go over well on this website but I’m honestly so sick of big jiggly anime titties in otherwise normal media. I’ve now played two games this year that I quite like, are well made, and very engaging that I seriously considered stopping 15 minutes in because the first time the female lead shows up her massive boobs have separate animation cycles and I just immediately want to take it less seriously. I actually did stop 13 Sentinels when the nurse showed up, Vanillaware you need an intervention. Please leave the cringe horny shit in late night anime and sketchy steam porno games where it belongs and let me enjoy my otherwise normal tactics/detective game in peace.
I posted this alongside the preview panels at the start of the month, but here's a custom Picross puzzle to end off this small batch of comics!
I'll post the solution later today as a link to a private post here :> Enjoy!
(please excuse the crude yellow numbers - they were way too light originally so I went in and fixed them with a mouse :x)
Like the Picross degenerate I filled out using the markup function in my iPhone photos app. I may have a problem.
Good puzzle though
petition to give yeji a sword
I like her and think she should have one
The actress playing Bocchi in the stage show posts thank you messages on Twitter after each show day. This proves that she is taking her role incredibly seriously, because these are some Bocchi-ass social media posts
Art imitates… other art
Putting this out in the world:
Someone should draw Sex Bob-Omb in a battle of the bands with Kessoku band. please someone do this
Bonus points for squeezing “they’ve got a *girl drummer*?!?” in there
More pictures from the BTR stage show.
All the main characters from the Bocchi the Rock! stage show. It’s really good, I encourage anyone who likes BTR at all to seek it out, all the actresses play their instruments live and it gets pretty lit for the performance scenes.
Um. SO much to tell you. I’m a massive fan of this brilliant artist and after getting to know her I can confirm: she is THE ONE to watch. So delighted to say that Karma Featuring the incredible Ice Spice will be out TOMORROW night at MIDNIGHT ET as a part of the new Midnights (Til Dawn Edition) deluxe album that you can pre-order now at taylor.lnk.to/thetildawnedition!
In addition to Karma Ft Ice Spice… You asked for it, we listened: Lana and I went back into the studio specifically to record more Lana on Snow on the Beach. Love u Lana 🥰😆☺️
But wait there’s more… for those of you going to the East Rutherford shows - we will have a new special edition CD available ONLY on site starting at 12:30pm ET on Friday! This CD will have a never before heard Midnights vault track called “You’re Losing Me”!
If I were Taylor Swift I would simply avoid dating men who said gross racist shit about a brilliant artist I think is one to watch and put as the highlight feature on my album’s SE
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Long Live
Chapter One: All the Mountains We Moved
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Characters: Lysithea von Ordelia, Flayn (Fire Emblem)
Additional Tags: Crimson Flower | Black Eagles Route (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Language: English
Summary: Lysithea von Ordelia doesn’t have the time not to be taken seriously. Everyone in her class seems to be capable of nothing else. A conversation with someone who has a completely different outlook on life could be the solution to her problems. Enter Flayn, who has all the time in the world…
I wrote a thing, I’m posting it here until my AO3 invite goes through.
As Flayn entered the library, she spotted something both usual and very unusual. She had seen Lysithea sitting in that exact spot many times during her term as a student, but the circumstances were all wrong. For starters, it was well after sunset and aside from one small lit candle on the table next to the girl, the room was pitch black. More notably, instead of the usual thorough, detail-oriented reading she knew Lysithea preferred, Flayn saw her flipping through pages like mad, as if she was looking for something instead of taking everything in. She wasn’t studying, she was searching, but for what? Flayn approached cautiously. She didn’t want to startle her and end up at the wrong end of one of Lysithea’s spells or worse, one of her tongue-lashings. But Flayn had a job to do and so, after approaching slowly and keeping just far enough away to dodge anything that might come flying at her, she spoke up.
“Lysithea!” the green-haired girl exclaimed with as much positivity as she could muster.
“What?! Who!?” Lysithea was so caught up in herself that the break in the silence pushed her even further past her already edgy state into terror. She grabbed the heavy book she was reading and shakily held it in front of her as some small protection from whatever had come to get her. “Don’t come any closer! I’m far more dangerous than I appear!”
Flayn spoke quickly to try to ease the tension in the room. “Don’t worry Lysithea, it’s just me. I’ve come to get you for the banquet, you’re the only one who isn’t there.” She walks closer and tries to get a look at the book being held between them. “What are you doing studying at this time of night? Aren’t you tired after the long day we’ve had?”
She can’t imagine having the brainpower to read anything, let alone whatever textbook Lysithea was devouring. Everyone in their class had been up bright and early for the Battle of the Eagle and Lion, the event that the whole year-long curriculum of the Officer’s Academy builds towards. This mock battle brings together the brightest minds, most skilled fighters, and most talented mages from each class and tests all that they’ve learned over their term. Flayn and Lysithea had both participated for their respective houses and both had played key roles in the battle. Flayn was always perfectly positioned to heal any wounded Black Eagles, which she chalked up to the strategic ability of her professor but accepted credit for nonetheless.
Meanwhile, Lysithea knocked no less than three young men in the other two armies clean off of their horses in one blow. It was an impressive feat, but one that went unheralded as Lysithea was only forced into that position as the last member of the Golden Deer still on her feet at that point. Despite her ability, she couldn’t hold off an entire army on her own and was forced to concede. Claude had advised her (“our secret weapon,” he had called her) to hold back until the perfect moment, part of a scheme he had concocted the night before which blew up in his face when his wyvern was shot clean from a ballista. The wyvern (wholly unconcerned with Claude’s intricate plan) threw him off, knocking Claude out and sending the rest of the Deer into a panic spiral. Lysithea’s perfect moment never came. This confirmed her deeply-held belief that waiting will get her nowhere, and that if she wanted anything good, she would have to do it now, and do it herself.
The battle clearly still weighed heavily on Lysithea’s mind as she was implored to come celebrate her embarrassing defeat. “I’m not too tired, I’m quite full of life, thank you. The ride home afforded me a lot of time to think about what went wrong and I just had a few things to research before I forgot about them. Tell my housemates I’ll see them in class. Goodbye.” She sat back down and began trying to find the page she was on. She remembered that it had strategies for avoiding ballista fire but couldn’t remember if that was before or after the chapter about catapults. Or was that a different book entirely? Despite her protestations, she was exhausted and knew in her heart that anything she read at this point would likely fly out of her head as quickly as it was being forced into it. But she couldn’t face her classmates or her professors. She had to stay at least long enough for Flayn to leave, then she could sneak off to bed and begin her studies again in the morning.
Flayn was not ready to leave her worthy opponent alone in this dark, lonesome room. The win had felt good, true, but the most exciting thing she had experienced during the battle wasn’t the victory but the camaraderie. She could feel the discomfort radiating off of Lysithea and knew that the best cure for that would be a good meal with good friends. “I’ve been told not to take no for an answer. Claude wants to hear how you hit Sylvain square in the face with one of your spells! And Hilda-“
“I don’t want to see any of them right now. We lost, there’s nothing to celebrate.”
“You didn’t lose, you outlasted the Lions! Plus, it’s only a mock battle, you’ve done so many wonderful things here that are worth celebr-“
“No I haven’t! I’ve spent nine moons here and I’ve gotten nothing but frustration. The only times I’ve gotten anything out of this place have been when I’ve come to this library to study, so I’m going to stay here as much as I can until I have to leave.”
“But what about your friends?”
“They’re not my friends, they’re my classmates. They’re all either children of nobles who see me as a chess piece or commoners who pay me no mind. And they all treat me like a child! I’m sick of it.” Tears start to well up in Lysithea’s eyes. These frustrations have spent many moons building up and are all coming out now. “I don’t have the time to deal with anyone who won’t take me seriously.” She wipes her long black sleeve across her face to soak up the tears. “I’m not some precocious child to be oohed and ahhed at, I’m just as capable as everyone else. Maybe even more capable, if today is any indication.” She took a few deep breaths and imagined the warmth of her bed to level her emotions, a trick taught to her by her father after a particularly nasty tantrum when she was younger. She had always been unafraid to express her displeasure with things, but too much at once could send her over the edge, which would only make her look immature, which she couldn’t afford to be.
“What’s wrong with being treated like a child? I find that there’s nothing more wonderful than being young. You can eat as much as you want, you can act without a care or responsibility, you can be silly and not have to answer to anyone! I do so love being young!” Flayn closes her eyes for a moment to imagine the sorts of things young people might do with one another. She had been so sequestered for so long with only her (much) older brother for company that she relished any opportunity to be around young people. He had strenuously objected to her wishes to join the Officer’s Academy, but if she had been forced to spend one more year with him and no one else, she might have exploded. The sudden infusion of youth from spending time with her new friends had given her new life. How is it possible that Lysithea could have such a different experience in such close proximity?
“I don’t have time for any of that. I…” Lysithea considers revealing exactly why she feels so hurried, but deflects. “I have House Ordelia’s interests to consider. I have to help my parents in building up our reputation in the Alliance. I have to learn proper diplomacy and strategy. We are right on the border of the Empire and so I must put my own desires aside and think for the future. If none of my classmates treat me as an equal now, how can I be sure they will when people’s livelihoods are on the line?”
“I’m sure what you’re saying is true but does all that really mean you can’t enjoy being young? I’m sure you’ll have many, many years to sort all of that out.”
When Lysithea heard Flayn say “many, many years,” her tentative calm was complete shattered. She threw the book across the room behind her and started to throw magical spikes of pure darkness at it, yelling punctuating each spike. “NO! I DON’T! I DON’T! I DON’T! I…” Before she could throw another spike, she collapsed. Her long, strenuous day had finally caught up with her. Crumpled on her side on the ground, she sobbed into her cloak. Flayn was barely able to see Lysithea on the floor but was able to follow her cries and sat down next to the exhausted mage and put her leg under Lysithea’s head to keep it from the stone floor. Flayn put her hand on Lysithea’s shoulder and squeezed.
“It’s alright. Cry it out, you’ll feel better once you do. Everyone needs a good cry sometimes.” The two sat like this for a few minutes, Lysithea now crying into Flayn’s dress and Flayn humming a calming tune. Eventually, Flayn noticed the crying becoming quieter. She briefly considered trying to get her to return to the banquet immediately, but decided she might be able to do some good poking at this a little more. Not to mention her curiosity couldn’t leave Lysithea’s outburst alone. “Lysithea, when you say you don’t have time, you mean…”
Lysithea, head still atop Flayn’s leg, turned onto her back and took two very deep breaths to compose herself. “It means I don’t have as long as everyone else. To live.” She closes her eyes and continues to breathe steadily.
Flayn took this in. She couldn’t comprehend what it would feel like to have that knowledge. Flayn has been alive for hundreds of years, many time beyond the average lifespan in Födlan. She will likely live for hundreds more. The future for her is infinite, held back only by her own monstrous secret and her overprotective kin. “How do you know this?”
“I was experimented on when I was a baby. They gave me two crests. They did this to me and all of my siblings. I was the only one who survived, but my lifespan is likely to be drastically shorter than most.”
“That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” Flayn reaches out to grab one of Lysithea’s hands with hers,
“And so that’s why I don’t have time. I need to use everything I have to find a way to remove these crests. Because otherwise…,” Lysithea trailed off. They both knew where that thought ended. The two of them sat still in the darkness for a moment.
“Do you have any idea what can be done?” Flayn asked. “Can any of your housemates help?”
“I’m not supposed to reveal my condition to anyone, but none of them seem particularly apt to do so anyways. No one seems to have any interest in crests beyond using them for battle or for…” she gagged at the thought of Lorentz talking about his hypothetical future wife “…breeding.”
“What about Professor Hanneman? He’s an expert in crests and your house’s leader, perhaps he knows a way to deal with your condition?”
“I suspect he knows. He’s offered to teach me privately in the past but he always suggests ‘a quick blood test first, you know, for science’ and I just don’t trust him. No one here sees me as a person, just a means to an end.”
“I’m so sorry Lysithea, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’ve had so much fun since I’ve been able to join you all, I just assumed everyone else was having as good a time as I am. I wish you could switch places with-“ Flayn sits upright as inspiration strikes her. “Wait a minute, there’s no need to switch places, why don’t you just come join our class?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, there’s a reason I’m with the Golden Deer: House Ordelia is a member of the Alliance. As everyone constantly reminds me, this is an important opportunity for diplomacy. My needs are secondary to the needs of my family.”
“Lysithea, you can’t ignore your unhappiness forever. I don’t know much about diplomacy but I know that everyone in my house cares about each other a great deal, and I’ve already learned so much from Professor Byleth, she’s quite amazing and I’m sure she would love having someone as talented and smart as you. And Lin is quite interested in crests, perhaps he-“
“Lin? Who… Do you mean Lindhardt?” At the thought of finding a person interested in crests who doesn’t have Hanneman’s lack of tact, Lysithea finally lifts her head off of Flayn’s leg and sits up to look her in the eyes.
“Ah yes, Lin! Dorothea has given us all nicknames, it’s really quite fun! I’m sure she’d give you one as well, she’s very good at it.”
“I- well- I do appreciate the thought but I can’t imagine that the school would agree to this, it’s very unorthodox. Not to mention having to tell my father I’m betraying the Alliance…”
“We can figure out the best way to tell your father and put it in a letter, I’m sure that he would understand if it was for your health and well-being. Fathers always want what’s best for their daughters. And as for the school, I can talk to my fath…er…brother if anyone has any objections. Seteth will listen to me eventually, I’m quite good at holding my breath.” Flayn and Lysithea share a small laugh about the power of a strong pout applied effectively.
“Flayn, why are you doing this for me?”
Flayn’s face grew very straight. “Everyone here has such pressure on them. Everyone I meet is either going to be someone important or wants to be someone important, and they push themselves so hard that they sometimes forget that they ought to have fun. I know that must be even harder for you because you have had so much put on you, and so I feel I should help you. You deserve it as much as anyone else, if not more.”
Lysithea was taken aback. This was the first time since she arrived that someone was doing something for her with no ulterior motive or expectation of being owed something. The purity of the kindness shown to her made her eyes well up again, this time in joy. “Thank you so much, Flayn. I’m so glad you came up to find me tonight.” Lysithea grabbed Flayn as tight as her tired arms could muster and buried her face in Flayn’s shoulder to dry her new tears.
“You’re very welcome.” Flayn took a second to bask in her new friend’s gratitude before remembering why she had come in the first place. “Oh! We need to get back to the banquet now, I told them to hold off on cutting the cake until you arrived but I don’t know how long they can hold Raphael off. He claimed he was so hungry he could eat a whole cow and I don’t think he was joking!” Flayn bent down to grab the candle that had been knocked off the library table. “Lysithea, can you light this?” Flayn held the candle up, ready to lead the way out. Lysithea snapped her fingers and a spark just big enough to light the wick appeared instantly. Flayn started out of the library with Lysithea right behind her, and the two classmates made their way back towards the party
ok I got into an argument with someone in my media class yesterday so I’m just gonna say it:
No video game should cost $70.
I’m sure the new Zelda game will be great, but no video game should cost $70. “But if you adjust for inflation, this is actually less than what the Wii games were,” cool. No video game should cost $70.
We no longer live in a world where a kid could save up their allowance for a couple months and then be able to buy a video game. Just buying one has somehow turned into such a grandiose adventure it takes all of the fun out of getting a new game.
The only possible benefit might be that, with games being so expensive, people might be more likely to pick up an indie game because those companies can’t afford to sell those games for a lot.
This is becoming normal. I used to be able to buy four ds games for $70. What the hell.
And you know damn well that Nintendo can afford it.
This person clearly has no conception of anything from before they were born but games have been $70 before. Take a look at MSRP for a lot of SNES games, especially late-era ones with lots of storage space and/or chips like the Super FX. Those games were even more unaffordable for children to buy with their allowance than they are now thanks to inflation and reduced access (I.e. no digital storefront keeping games around after their release window). The switch to discs initially reduced costs because they’re a much cheaper medium than carts but as the storage space increased dramatically so too did production costs, which means that games are priced higher to make returns. There are absolutely conversations to be had about what makes a game worth $70 (they ought to at the very least not be broken at launch) but video games aren’t just a medium for children, so making a hard line saying “games should never be too expensive because otherwise kids won’t be able to afford them” is a bad take seated more in nostalgia than any understanding of the video game industry.
In fact, it’s way cheaper to game as a young person now than it ever was because there are so many games that are literally just free. When I was 13 if a game was free it was either flash garbage or illegally downloaded, but today a 13 year old can download literally the most popular game in the whole world and start playing without paying a cent. Again, there are conversations to be had about exploitative payment models in F2P gaming but it’s insane to think that kids are getting priced out of video games when Fortnite and Minecraft are making it so much easier than it was. Phones have approximately infinity games and a vast majority of them are less than $10 if they cost any money at all.
Also, there’s a difference between a DS (a pure handheld meant for younger players meaning cheaper) and a Switch (a console meaning production costs for games are higher). Handhelds were designed to be more affordable. The Switch is playable portably but in terms of design philosophy it’s a console.
