stay frosty, guardian

That white lady and her stupid 3 sword style.

On a more serious lore point while looking for that Sav line about not wanting children, I found this piece of lore confirming that hive can, in fact, reproduce asexually. Which I'd definitely read before, and frankly always assumed was the case, but totally forgot was confirmed.

And another thing!! in the case of mates . . . the morph of those mates (wizard, knight, prince, mentioned later in the above paragraph) isn't specified.

Obviously morph isn't an indicator of gender. It's not as simple as wizard = female, knight = male, which is a popular misconception (that wizards tend to be referred to with she/her pronouns and knights he/him doesn't help; also there aren't a whole lot of examples of male wizards and female knights, though Nokris and Xivu instantly come to mind as high profile ones). But that hive reproduction isn't slotted into a simple gender or morph box where it takes "one of each" to yield offspring is extremely good and refreshing. I think.

@epsiwire got this idea in my head and my brain won't let me go to sleep until I do this so here's my headcanon on what class each Assassin (and two Templars) would pick if they were in Destiny

Altaïr: Warlock (Sunsinger (D1)/Dawnblade (D2))

Ezio: Warlock (Dawnblade as the successor to Altaïr's Sunsinger)

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Hunter (to continue the sun motif as Desmond's ancestor: Gunslinger but I personally think he's more of a Bladedancer (D1)/Nightstalker)

Haytham: Warlock (Shadebinder)

Aveline: (honestly I want her to be able to change class the same way she can change personas to Assassin/Lady/Slave so Hunter: Nightstalker, Warlock: Voidwalker and Titan: Striker)

Edward: Hunter (Gunslinger)

Adéwalé: Hunter (Gunslinger while he was with Edward, later changed to Nightstalker)

Shay: Hunter (Revenant, used to be Nightstalker)

Arno: Warlock (Stormcaller in reference to how the Sword of Eden worked in his boss fight)

Evie: Warlock (she wanted to be a Voidwalker or a Stormcaller but her father made her be a Dawnblade because he thinks Jacob is too reckless on his own)

Jacob: Titan (Striker)

Bayek: Hunter (He used to be a Defender-Titan but changed class after his son was murdered, Gunslinger or Arcstrider; after his quest for vengeance is complete he might return as a Sentinel-Titan)

Kassandra: Titan (Striker)

Alexios: Titan (Sunbreaker - especially as Deimos)

Eivor: Titan (Sentinel - in their core is the desire to protect their clan)

SPECIAL:

Desmond: He's everybody's Ghost

LMAO I LOVE THIS????? Hope you can sleep now though ! SORRY! 🙏 JSHSKA

SO SO COOL THOUGH!!!

Pitbulls are so funny because someone really walked in like "hello, I would like the most dense fucking dog you can possibly manufacture. I'm talking 2x the amount of dog you can condense in the space of one dog. A neutron star of a dog. Compress that motherfucker. Make it stupid also."

I'm sure the comments on this will be normal

By Talos this can't be happening

here are some of the actually good comments on this post though:

while im thinking abt ACIII again… “i will not die today, the same cannot be said for you” is the rawest fucking line ive ever heard in my life. and this is the same exact man who, when told by norris he liked myriam, had a brain short circuit moment. The guy who ran head first into gunfire without a single complaint… is the same dude who awkwardly jammed a rope dart into a pole and sheepishly said “sorry”. Same guy who played hide and seek and fell “on purpose” during his first leap of faith. Same guy who herded pigs, lifted Myriam up gently, stopped petty fights, questioned why he cant be honest abt his culture in Boston. Also… he is the dude who threw the last tea in the harbor in front of a bunch of racists with the glare of fire and killed his dad.

like. woof. I love this game.

,, wow I can’t believe I finished this before Sunday holy hell

Anyways happy ac3 week!!! Of course I had to try and make something special for my ultimate favorite game in the series <:)) hope you guys like it!!

There is something so chilling and incredible about remembering the fact that Red vs. Blue is a war story.

It’s a workplace comedy, it’s a goofy ensemble show. It’s everything a silly, off the cuff web series should be, so relaxed its characters feel realistic, so unconstrained its world feels alive. It establishes in a few lines what some shows takes seasons to not even accomplish at all; that every faceless person is, fundamentally. A person.

And people are silly and bored and have their own little small scale lives and they don’t think about the grand story they’re telling, their part in the tapestry of the universe. They think about how hot the afternoon is. They bitch about their coworkers. They throw rocks at complicated military equipment and then get together to ooh and ah over ‘Oh wow, the rocks got all ashy and sizzley.’ 

Every soldier in the show has those moments of down to earth humanity. And the down to earth humanity is having dumb conversations to pass the time and doing very dumb shit because you’re bored. Every. Soldier. The guards in the tower at the sarcophagus heist. (“Did you hear something?” “The sound of you being an idiot?”) The soldiers at Rat’s Nest (”Seriously?!?! How have you never met another person named Jones?? It’s very common!) The freelancers, both top agents to the so-so agents to the worst agents to the dozens of people that work for PFL that aren’t even freelancers. (Wash’s twirly straw and skateboard, the triplets and Five Things, 479er’s never-ending feud with the guy who moves the crates.)

Everything has a face, and that face is human.

Which is why it comes out of nowhere when the show starts waxing philosophical on the atrocities of war, how flexible our societal morals become, the aftermath and the tragedy of it all. It’s a gutpunch to be forced to take a step back and be told “You are nothing. You are disposable assets, names on a sheet of paper, and only used to further more violence.” To see the characters be told that.

I find it fascinating that, due to the strange relationship between rvb and Halo itself, we never actually see the war. Never really learn what started it, what’s hypothetically being fought for, only the fallout it creates. That outside the lens of our ragtag heroes, people are dying and lives are being ruined for?? What? We don’t know. But one very sad and very twisted man saw an opportunity, and the loosened ethics and the institution of war gave it to him. No one thought to look into PFL, no one batted an eye, until the dust had settled, until lives had been ruined and ended. Because when faced with extinction, every alternative isn’t just preferable. It’s encouraged.

War is just the broad, inhumane system that gives real, human people the chance to excuse atrocities. The director. The counselor. Felix. Locus. Wash.

There’s something so poignant, so heartbreaking, and so goddamn fundamental to the story of rvb in Kimball’s speech. 

“When you spend every day fighting a war, you learn to demonize your attackers. To you they’re evil, they’re sub-human. Because if they weren’t, then what would that make you? What I’m trying to say… is I’ve been afraid to see you for what you really are. You’re our brothers. Our sisters. And the things we’ve done to one another are unforgivable.”

The audience knows, has had it shoved in their faces, over and over and over again. Everyone in this universe is human. We see, from our omnipotent (yet incredibly limited) perspective that everyone in this show is a distinct person beneath that helmet. That no one is unattached from humanity.

And what do the soldiers see?

A crowd of faceless bodies, all wearing the same color armor.

You can only reblog this on days that aren’t Tuesday.

if you were a witch from pseudo-medieval times, which animal would be your familiar?

i got salamander.

After Party –

(please don’t tag/comment with your inquisitor, thanks)

Thane: Do you ever plan to go back to Earth?

Shepard: Of course, I can't get my favorite energy drink shipped here. Have to go back and stock up every now and then.

Thane, confused: ...it cannot be shipped?

Shepard: The ingredients are illegal in council space.

Thane:

Thane: This explains... much.

ah the duality of mass effect.

truly remarkable

my skull is burning infinitely aflame what in fuck is going on

You've heard about Comfort Movie this, Comfort Food that, now what's your Comfort Game??

When I tell that I LOVE solarpunk

Tell me a soft memory

we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can't be spoken.

and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.

it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.

my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid's, a frothy pink with blood.

my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.

"i got her," someone said. "don't worry."

a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.

her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she's got long dark hair and "more wrinkles than an elephant". jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.

a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess's hand, following me. she didn't let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby

in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we'd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.

"why is she crying?"

"she just lost her vision," jess said. "she can't see."

"oh." said the kid. "that's scary."

the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he's 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.

jess says she's sorry, but she has to leave now, she's gotta go check on her wife.

"don't worry," says the mom. "i got her." and then i felt her hand press into mine.

for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i'll tell you -

by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don't like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can't believe i'm up past two in the morning what a party animal i'm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.

there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let's be here together, let me help you, let's keep going.

i never saw their faces. i can't remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.

ain’t no grave can hold my body down, but jesus christ, i wish it could (x)

this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

This is the cutest thing ever. Godzilla says trans rights.

GODZILLA OFFICIAL???