@boltlightning / boltlightning.tumblr.com
i guess now is as good a time as any to have a pinned post lol
hey gamers. i’m bolt, she/her, and you may know me as a washed up psych blogger from 2010. i now post about whatever little interests come to my mind. if you’ve been here this entire time i am very sorry. if you’re new here i am also very sorry. it’s mostly just pirates and yearning for the ocean these days.
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the day after i post a fic i always open my documence and try to work on something and for a moment, forget how to write, and i'm like ?? what happened to me?? hello?????? before remembering i spent all my damn brain cells the day before editing. not even enough brain cells to remember where the brain cells are
What if Pokemon & Animal Crossing had a crossover game? #10 Made in Blender, Wooper design by @omuart on instagram!
Timothy Cleary: ‘Bronze’ (2016)
Jack Davenport as James Norrington PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: At World’s End (2007) dir. Gore Verbinski
btw I love all of you. thursday’s going to be fun. keep calm and get mad
alternative dice scene
Elizabeth Swann falls from a cliff into the sea. It is only proper that her fiancée sees to her health, until it isn't. ✦ potc, 1.5k words, one-shot au
Knuckles rap softly against the open library door. Elizabeth looks up from a well-thumbed novel to see Commodore Norrington, framed gold by the candles lit in the hall.
“Elizabeth,” he says lightly, “I did not mean to interrupt you.”
He stands halfway into the room, inclining his head politely. There is no chaperone present — Elizabeth imagines Cooper, the steward, is tending her father somewhere else, making both suitable candidates in the manor absent — and it is not exactly correct for a strapping young man to be alone with his fiancée so late at night.
Elizabeth closes her book and leaves it in her lap. She shifts so she is sitting straight in her plush chair and greets, “Good evening, James. Or do you prefer Commodore now? Which is proper, do you think?”
The invitation is implicit. He steps into the room and though he does not quite smile, he approximates it. (He was never much of a smiler; tonight, he is even more drawn, his brow more knit.) “I am at your mercy; you are better versed in such manners. I came to make sure you are recovered.”
fluffenchops
I can't be trusted with time travel because all I would want to do would be go back to hang out with Jane Austen and show her all the adaptations of her novels to find out which one she likes the best
old art redesign as a tattoo concept for a comission.
I just love it when video games let you do really stupid shit that kills you immediately. I love being like "oh this is a terrible idea" and being able to do it and then die. It's good game design.
