Back With More Wyll Thirsting Bc Scruffy Beat-up Dilf Wyll Was Revealed To Me In A Dream

john carpenter’s the thing is a movie about how the hyperindividualism and lack of emotional intimacy between men (specifically men in the united states military) immediately crystallizes into distrust and alienation in crisis. how kurt russel with an absurd callsign name and the goofiest hugest cowboy hat imaginable is the Man, running the whole show and managing the crisis until he fails because when faced with having to truly understand and connect with his last remaining ally he can’t, because all he knows how to do is sit in the snow and die next to him. It is a movie about losing control over your own body in the most horrific way possible. It is a movie about cold war paranoia and fear of bloodborne pathogens. It is a movie about how dread is an incredible force and even so sometimes what you CAN see is worse than what you can imagine. It is a movie about how the scariest thing men can conceive of is something that looks exactly like a man and acts exactly like a man but yet on some fundamental level…isn’t. It is a movie, as one of my eleventh graders pointed out this week, about “playing among us in real life.” but most importantly, john carpenter’s the thing is a movie about a dogy who is my friend and wants to become me :)

live service for animal crossing pocket camp ends this week...... i have played every day since it came out in 2017 so this is incredibly sad for me LOL. in tribute i drew some of my favorite outfits. i really got so much mileage out of those pink daisy boots

“But Tav/Durge, what’s worse - kidnapping Astarion or destroying the muppets?”

Had so much fun puppet-ifying everyone else in the origins crew. And if there ever were a muppet-ified BG3 movie, Astarion would make a fantastic non muppet. He’d probably have a stroke or something.

Saw this maymay on twitter and wanted to draw it :3

ASTARION.

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"

Chapter 2 is out!!

I'm up to 10,000 words already, great start. It's gonna be so fucking long, isn't it?

And we’re off! Next story is up on AO3, and updates should come at least once every ten days as with previous (I just realised I’m working off a tenday-based schedule, this was not intentional), and I will try to post here in case of a delay.

astarion's comments about hating horses and how horses hate him checks because horses are great at vibe checks, and the dude has absolutely rancid vibes. i do know who horses would absolutely love, though, the blade of frontiers himself. wyll was a horse girl change my mind. that man loves him a horse and can ride bareback no issue on the most ill-tempered mare. he's a horse whisperer.