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once the miniseries is through i’m making a separate moon knight blog and i cannot be stopped
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“ the sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. ”
“I have to disagree -- I do not think that the pacifistity of viewing is enough to erode one’s humanity. I think the condition is much more resilient.”
wanting depressed and traumatized middle aged characters to kiss and hold hands can truly be something incredibly personal.
Star Wars x 30 Rock ("Secrets and Lies" S02E08)
A few nights ago I had a super vivid dream..... a vision perhaps..... and now I may or may not have two new OCs. They’re funeral directors. They’re gay. They’re married. What more could you ask for ????
dads are so right about falling asleep on the couch with your arms crossed
One of my favorite things about the ‘Tarkin’ novel is that the author doesn’t make the character a sociopath. The eponymous character would be easy to write off as one. Instead, he’s evil but also very much a person whose outlook was formed in a way by a bigoted social Darwinist society that furnished militant unrealistic psychological splitting. As an intelligent but volatile young man, the villain protagonist was othered as soon as he left his homeworld by condescending peers, making him an easy mark for grooming by an older well-connected master manipulator. His story echoes the radicalization of many young men into extremist groups and is one that I’d like to see referenced in future Star Wars projects by competent writers. It humanizes its main character while refusing to justify his misconduct, acknowledging that he’s a genuinely horrifying and deplorable person in large and small ways from start to finish. I wish more modern movies wrote their bad guys like this.
Spoons rolled her green eyes playfully, flashing a crooked grin.
“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
She hung his jacket on a golden coat rack, then gestured to the couch and bar stools as she made her way into the kitchen.
“Make yaself at home, sugah.”
As she shuffled about making coffee, she dialed up her favorite local pizza place. She held the phone cradled between shoulder and ear while filling the coffee pot with water from the sink.
“Hi, yeah. Can I get two large pizzas? One wit’ extra cheese and the other a supreme. And an order ‘a bread sticks. …Yep. Yep.”
She called into the living room through the countertop window.
“Ya want anything else?”
Basil kicked off his boots (he did have some manners, after all, and was not about to track mud and muck through someone else’s home) and flopped onto the couch. As spoon took care of ordering, he absentmindedly toyed with the pieces of old braided rope he had made into a bracelet around his wrist. He was only half listening to the chatter coming from the other room.
The question startled him back into full presence. “Uh, um...” His face turned red. He could honestly eat one and a half large pizzas just on his own, but it was not his money paying for the food and as much as he loved to eat, he hating putting others out.
“Uh, no that’s fine. That’s good. Sounds great.” He flashed a quick toothy smile.
I think a lot about gaining weight as a form of healing
Character: gets a lil bit fat after a life of hardships
Me: groundbreaking incredible life changing
Character: *gets fatter as a visual indicator that they have let their life collapse / they have let their skills erode and are less powerful than they were before / they have become lazy and complacent*
Me: no! bad!
Character: *gets fatter as a visual indicator that they are allowing themself to enjoy things / they are no longer experiencing previous hardships and dangers / they are generally happier*
Me: YEAH!!!!!
Taken from Tiktok user Rebmasel’s series, Reading Iconic Court Scripts! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!
// I should not go into the Moon Knight tag because some of yinz just don’t know how to be sensible. However, if I do end up liking the show, I might maybe I don’t know perhaps add him to my roster. Because if I have learned anything in life, it’s that if you want something done right you have to do it yourself.
Also, might then do a custom paint of the Crisis Protocol model.
// I peer pressured myself into watching the first episode of Moon Knight. I have never read the comics and I am not into super hero stuff, but as someone with DID who went through an ancient Egypt obsession as a child I will give this a solid 8/10. Originally was going to give it a 7 but entertainment value alone makes my little squirrel brain want to raise the numbers.
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know it’s TV and it’s supposed to be dramatic for effect blah blah blah but can we not with the over dramatic switches? It would be really cool and hot and sexy if you didn’t. It’s a tired trope and it sets this precedent that you can clearly tell when someone switches, which... it’s supposed to be a covert disorder. Non-covert DID is the exception, not the rule generally speaking. I can’t even tell when we switch most of the time. I can’t even tell who the fuck I am half the time.
However, can totally relate to coming back into the body after an alter who you have large amnesic barriers with and feeling like you just woke up, especially like waking up from one of those dreams we’re you’re falling but you wake up with the jolt before you hit the ground.
Also, Arthur ? is that his name ? Whatever, he gives me big Walter O’Dim vibes.
Finally, I don’t know why but when I hear “Moon Knight” I automatically think of that episode of SpongeBob when they steal Sandy’s rocket ship and think they’re going to the moon and they’re chanting “Moon ride! Moon ride!” So I’ve been walking around the house yelling that and I will not stop until my husband tells me to.
Oh, only gonna say one more thing, but since coming back I’ve made my rp circle even smaller and I never really interacted with MCU rpers anyway unless it was part of a multi-muse blog, but if I see a single one of yinz dickin’ around being sanist, ableist little jagoffs and/or talking over actual people who have DID, you’re kneecap privileges are automatically revoked. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
john mulaney and the sack lunch bunch starters.
“I’m surprised ya couldn’t smell the rain on the wind,” Spoons said as he hurried past her. She shut the door and locked it as another boom rocked the apartment.
“Well. That an’ my wings get kinda tingly before a storm hits,” she admitted, once they were away from prying ears. Not as if most of the complex didn’t know already.
“Tea? Coffee? Soda?” she asked as she reached to take his coat. “We can order in some pizza or somethin’!”
“Just because I know it’s coming doesn’t mean that I’m gonna do something about it.” He shrugged his jacket off before handing it off.
Basil knew about Spoon, as someone who spent most of his non-professional time slinking around the relative safety and comfort of the back of residential buildings. An overhang was still a type of roof. Did he completely understand what she was? No, not at all, but that didn’t matter too much to him anyway. Besides, he was apt to think that anyone who was offering him free food and drink to be an angel.
“Yeah, pizza!” His eyes lit up. “Uh, umm, I think I need a coffee right about now.” He ran a hand through his greasy hair and laughed.