Instead of trying to digitally reverse age actors for The Hunt for Gollum I think they should abandon the script entirely and just put Viggo Mortensen in costume and film him chasing Andy Serkis in a leotard across the scenic landscapes of Aotearoa. Give Andy Serkis a head start. Viggo will probably become Aragorn several hours into the chase. Locals can aid or hinder as they see fit.

i love that shen qingqiu (shen yuan edition) is so fixated on the fact he's transmigrated into a stallion novel that he completely misses the extremely early genre shift caused by his presence. it's a late-game revelation that he's moved over to the danmei section, and he's frankly astonished that he's unlocked a male romance route, wow, what a surprise.

meanwhile this whole time, shen qingqiu is out here collecting handsome men like it's going out of goddamn fashion. half the country's Important Figures are madly in love with him. he trips and falls and acquires another male suitor with some tragic link to his past and a complex history.

shen qingqiu is seriously standing around fixating on luo binghe's theoretical harem of women. meanwhile he's got the cultivation's world Hottest Eligible Bachelors in a state of pure chaos. they are orbiting around him like lost sheep. everywhere he goes he acquires a +10 bonus to homoeroticism and manages to unlock whole new romantic dialogue options. he is at the dead centre of this extremely complex and multidimensional love triangle with zero. visibility. about it.

also, it's extra funny because 14yo luo binghe canonically checks him out and is like "yeah can't complain, he's good looking, not supremely beautiful but you wouldn't kick him out of bed" and then is obsessed with him forever. everyone is obsessed with him forever. turns out that shen qingqiu is a straight up irresistible hottie once he's no longer radiating shen jiu's stinky old cat energy. give the man a snickers bar and a cup of tea to calm down and suddenly he's the world's most in-demand man-on-man bachelor doing constant psychic damage to his myriad suitors through sheer obliviousness

These tags reminded me of this post

Trying to inflict psychic damage to a tumblr user is like trying to irradiate a cockroach, like it can be done, but the lethal dose is not safe for humans either

Besides the point, but you could always try physical damage?

You’re right Gomez, bring me the flail

Belphie always sits way too close to her

this is the type of shit I mean! he's always in her space!!!

this is pushing it

Malevola and Sonar 💪, some friendly arm wrestling. really enjoyed the game had to do some fanart

There's a skit video (Instagram? Tiktok?) Of two guys standing gaurd against an entry way, and three dudes in armor "sneak" past behind them, except they're clinking and clanking the whole way and I cannot find it. Does anyone know what I'm talking about

PUT THE MASK BACK ON THE MASKED CHSRACTER

being forced to watch something you don’t want to is worse than what they did to jesus

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

i know emerald fennel is basically just a provocateur at this point but this is taking me out

*plastic crinkling audibly* heathcliff it's me

#is this the dress dangerous crow boy wanted to destroy (via @parsley-the-crow)

"One image Emerald showed me was this amazing 1950s picture of a woman wrapped up in cellophane, like a gift with a bow around the middle. That was the starting point for this look, and we thought, how can we recreate this? It’s about Cathy being a gift on her wedding night, making herself a gift." -Jacqueline Durran, WH 2026 costume designer.

Besides that not sounding like Cathy at all to be giving anything to Linton, this is the tackiest, most obvious way of costuming this idea.

Emerald Fennell, what part of “It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.” did you not understand?

Murderbot about its clients, circa the beginning of All Systems Red: this is not my circus and these are absolutely not my monkeys

Murderbot circa the end of ASR: okay they aren’t mine but I am at least a little invested in the continued wellbeing of this circus and these specific monkeys

Murderbot circa Network Effect: I have singularly unanimously elected myself Head Security Consult of my circus and I WILL push the big red kill everything button if a single hair is touched on the head of My Monkeys

As an old school (pre AO3 fan) I still download my favorite fic as pdf to reread in case they disappear from the internet. And this was fine until my pdf reader Adobe started rolling out AI crap. “Do you want us to summarize this for you?” No I would rather you not summarize the lovingly crafted piece of writing I was planning to read for entertainment based specifically on HOW IT WAS WRITTEN

Why not summarize the flavor of the meal I was going to eat or the sound of the song I was listening to? That isn’t the point. To experience what was made, not to consume for consumption’s sake.

Adobe AI tried to summarize the sewing pattern I downloaded. There is literally nothing to summarize you piece of shit. It is a DIAGRAM I am supposed to print and cut out and trace onto fabric. You do not summarize that.

HELP

Míriel Þerindë, bearing her son's star-sigil and cloaked in reddish hues

"Míriel was a Ñoldorin Elda of slender and graceful form, and of gentle disposition, though as was later discovered in matters far more grave, she could show an ultimate obstinacy that counsel or command would only make more obdurate." The Peoples of Middle-earth

"You see it, do you not, Tyelkormo? She is much like you—though her spirit burns toward craft rather than the hunt. She did not carry the bow in her hands as you do, but rather the tools of the weaver (...) She rode alone beneath the trees, seeking in the silence of the forest the shape of her thought and the spark for her makings. Truly, in you I see both her likeness and defiance."

(I felt the urge to draw a little art piece of Míriel)