I Actually Despise Poetry Like This Because It Relies Purely On Its Gimmick Rather Than Any Actual Technical

“you can engage in a fandom without shipping 🤓 🤓🤓” ok and?? I don’t want to. I’m perfectly happy with everything being about romance and characters being cute and kissing

i dont hate shipping i just think a lot of you people maybe like shipping too much

why the FUCK would you have cheese or butter with vegetables that so gross. in a just universe those two foods should never come in contact with each other.

diet talk is so inexpressibly nonsensical the instant you know anything about "the human body" or "nutrition" or if you think about it for three seconds

yeah I think. I think you need to confess that. that’s a sin.

oh no I don't have anything to confess to Father I just wanted to be in this little dark box with you :)

I think that this statue of Morihaus represents the rot at the heart of TES IV.

Because this is fundamentally NOT Morihaus. It is, because the game says it is, but… you’re telling me THIS is Morihaus the man-bull? Morihaus breath-of-Kyne? The father of all Minotaurs?

Oblivion was obsessed with doing shit like this. Dumbing down and simplifying and normalifying good and interesting lore. They did the same thing with Cyrod itself, and with Pelinal (who was VERY CLEARLY written to be the setting’s version of Achilles, but instead was depicted as a High Medieval crusader.)

Was it really too hard to give us a game that wasn’t solely based on Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings, Todd?

This is heresy and I refuse to stand for it.

The tribunal did defeat Dagoth Ur. Many, many, times. The problem is that he always came back. He also was certainly not alone - he had the full force of the 6th House behind him.

The Three could have destroyed Dagoth Ur after the first time. The problem is that would have destroyed them too, because their power came from the exact same source. Because he couldn’t be killed, then, he grew in power and the Three grew weaker until they really couldn’t kill him.

Even when he captured Sunder and Keening, it was by ambush, not in open combat, and only against Ayem and Seht. When Vehk showed up, he drove Dagoth away and saved the other Tribunes.

Dagoth was not a genius or a god. He was a madman and a traitor who brute-forced a situation in which he held all the cards. Remember, only the Three are worthy of worship. The Sharmat is false. To follow the Devil of Dagoth means only death.

i've said it before and i'll say it again, do you ever think about how dagoth ur managed to hold the red mountain for hundreds & hundreds of years? it was 3vs1, talk about fake ass tribunal gods. or alternatively dagoth was so competent with his godhood and warfare that the tribunal just couldn't secure access to the heart no matter what even though they desperately needed to replenish their powers yearly. whichever it was, almsivi were so scared that all they could do effectively was to scribble booklets of how he's the satan. it's pretty clear who's actually worth the worship here tbh

squish him like a bug 🥰

What if you opened your sock drawer and there was a little Todd Howard in there looking up at you and smiling, what would you do

I love love love your writing. Can you do one where reader gets the queen and Nat has to decide whether to continue on with the plan or help reader ? Or something like that

synopsis. you pull the queen card.

pairing: natalie scatorccio x gn!reader

genre: angst. 

wc: 1,256

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this is a tough one. but not really. you'd definitely be in on the plan and a bit worried for nat because you know shauna's gonna interrogate the fuck out of you when she finds out nat is missing after the hunt. you weren't, however, in on the rigging that taivan did.

of course, both you and nat were terrified when shauna suggested the hunt in the first place. your safety was the first concern on her mind. she didn't wanna participate in it. she was out. you were out. but no one can change shauna shipman's mind.

she could barely sleep the night before. both due to how nervous she was and because she stayed up half the night comforting your own anxieties about it. she kissed your face and held your body until she felt it relax, leaning over ever so slightly to confirm you were asleep before she used your arm to calm herself down by running her thumb in circles repeatedly. the only thing that her mind could think of was the scenario of you picking the card. she doesn't know how long she lay there, thinking about tomorrow morning's hunt, but when she closes her eyes to rest, she can hear birds chirping.

it seems like she only got a few hours at most.

she wakes up to you shaking her shoulder, already dressed and holding her clothes with a bleak look. both of you are silent as you help her get dressed, and you don't speak until shauna comes around to everyone's huts and tells them it's time.

"good luck." you whisper, leaning in to kiss her. it's hard to pull away. you don't think you want to. both of you give each other small smiles when you pull back, and you nod at her after dusting yourself off. "let's go."

"let's go." she repeats, taking your hand and walking out of the hut alongside you.

you mutter "shit" under your breath as you see the white blanket of snow covering the ground and the huts. you knew it snowed but, fuck, it looks horrible out here.

nat huddles closer to you as you shuffle through the snow and over to where the girls are. you pick up on how van seems to play with the cards nervously. you give her a small smile as you pass, nodding at her as you get in line next to nat, maybe a little too closely for comfort.

hannah's next to you, and you feel a little awkward being beside her after she practically raided your girlfriend's hut the other day.

"sh-should i...?" van blinks rapidly, looking at shauna.

"you can start." she nods at van.

you roll your shoulders back as you look around the circle of your teammates, gulping nervously as all their tense energy wafts toward you.

not lottie though. as you glance at her, there's excitement on her face. almost reminiscent of how she'd look before a big game, smirking at the opponents as you all shook hands with them.

when you look back at nat, you can see misty out of the corner of your eye picking her card.

it's a ten of hearts. she's safe.

you don't miss the way shauna rolls her eyes slightly. it almost makes you break out into a smile.

misty and van switch, and van ends up pulling the 9 of diamonds.

you hold your breath and stand up straighter when misty moves to nat. you begin to pray to anything. to whatever god is up there, to whatever wilderness being is here with you all, to protect nat. let her be safe.

please, please, please, please, you whisper in your head.

you miss the way shauna eyes taissa.

natalie pulls an ace.

your shoulders relax and you smile at nat after she turns to you, and she's also giving you a small smile.

before you can reach for the deck, shauna's shoving her way between you and nat. she stares straight ahead, not looking at anyone.

"shauna, you don't need to take any extra risk. you can go back to your spot." taissa says assertively, but you can detect a bit of panic on her hard stare.

"misty, keep going." shauna bobs her head, moving a piece of hair from her face.

you glare at her and get back in line, watching with a scowl as she picks two of clubs. that was supposed to be your card.

fear settles deep inside your belly, and you can feel tears prickle. your mouth forms a straight line as you try to keep it all in, try to tell yourself that you'll be fine, but you don't quite believe yourself.

when you look at van, it doesn't help ease your worries at all. makes them worse actually. her teary blue eyes make your blood run cold, and a shaky breath escapes you as misty steps in front of you.

you clench your jaw as you pick. you don't even look because deep down you know. you can feel it. you hope and pray that you're wrong, but when you hear natalie's choked breath as you show your card, you know what you picked.

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thinking of locking eyes with a very nearly sobbing nat, nodding at her as if to say "it's okay." but you're still fucking terrified. you don't want it. but if it can distract shauna so nat can go out and try for help to get everyone else out of here, you'll do it.

for natalie.

honestly..... i can see her pushing away shauna before she puts jackie's necklace on you. telling you to run while she tries to give you more time by distracting everyone :( you were probably seconds away from running yourself, but it was nat who did it first.

you run as far as you can. muscle memory takes you to where you and nat were supposed to say goodbye before she left, but you reckon it's too dangerous to stay just in case she sticks with the plan. so you keep running. you nearly start crying when you hear the animalistic sounds of the girls whooping and calling after you. but you manage to hide behind a tree long enough to watch mari and akilah run after your 'footprints.'

thinking of nat who gets to you first.

running into her arms and just sobbing as quietly as you can without attracting attention. nat who kisses you and strokes your back while babbling about how she's gonna help you, that she can figure this out.

telling her that you love her so much. telling her that you can do this, that you can juke them out and hide long enough for her to go and get help. she doesn't wanna leave you but seeing you cry and beg for her to go before they see her with you has her heart clenching. you have her convinced.

you kiss her until your lungs hurt.

you tell her that you'll see her on the rescue plane.

nat who watches you run away when you both hear the sounds of the girls getting closer.

nat who's crying so hard she can barely make her way to the secret place where she hid the transmitter.

nat who cries and screams as she tries to get it to work up on the mountain, begging for someone to help you.

nat who doesn't even know that you've been dead for days when she eventually heads back to camp.

most tolerant and progressive Russian lmao

yourhelenwolf is posting revolution stuff again, so for those who are new and haven’t experienced interaction with her, she is a homophobic bigot who thinks we are personally responsible for people not taking robespierre’s legacy seriously because of our degenerate ways. she gets incredibly creepy and stalks and harasses artists to accuse them of copying her, so block and don’t interact with her if you’d rather not deal with that.

note: i am not saying she is homophobic because she doesn’t think these men experienced same sex attraction. i am saying she’s homophobic because of the way she talks about homosexuality with disgust and calls it perversion and moral corruption.

if any one wants to add on their experiences with her to the post, feel free. some of this harassment happened on other platforms, so i’m sure that there’s a lot i don’t know about.

i’m putting the screencaps under a cut to save everyone the scrolling.

paarthurnax is transmasc

Paarthurnax is a girl.

Source: the Nords say kyne and her daughters taught them to shout. Paarthurnax says Kyne told him to teach the Nords to shout. For confusing lore reasons I don’t have time to explain in this post, Kyne is married to both Akatosh and Lorkhan, so she could be extrapolated to be the mother of dragons.

Paarthurnax logically would be a daughter that was described.

Paarthurnax is a girl