eye is ranting

This fucking guy. I had forgotten about this fucking guy.

First of all, “Estormo?” “Estormo the Lightning Mage?” Surely that’s an ancient Ehlnofex name of grand esteem! Fucking “Estormo.” If he had been a fire mage, he’d be, what? “Eferno?”

…Actually, “Eferno” is kind of cool. “Estormo” is NOT.

And let me try to figure this out. Ancano finds out I’m going to Old Bromjunaar to get the Staff of Magnus from Morokei, who they KNOW has awoken like the other dragon priests, raising a horde of ethereal draugr slaves and setting up magical traps all through Labyrinthian. They also know by now that I’m the Dragonborn, because of that time I ABSORBED A DRAGON’S SOUL IN THE COURTYARD OF THE COLLEGE.

I’m the Chosen One, out to claim one of the most powerful artifacts in all Tamriel from a demi-litch, and Ancano is apparently like, “Well, okay, he might survive that. But if he does, HE SHALL BE NO MATCH FOR ESTORMO!”

Look, Ancano. It’s real cute you have faith in your boyfriend like that. But he’s a dude in a black robe who shoots lightning from his hands. I thu'umed him up against a wall and face-changed him with three hits from a frost mace.

Granted, I guess Ancano’s relative sense of Thalmor “might” is fundamentally screwed up, because when I actually show up with the Staff and start shooting the Eye with it, he seems genuinely amazed that his stupid plan of “shoot ball with lightning, see what happens” is now failing.

I guess when you’re raised constantly hearing how “superior” your race is, it never occurs to you that MAYBE your stupid level 4 destruction spells are exactly as shitty as anyone else’s stupid level 4 destruction spells.

Either way, I would think Ancano would have realized that if a guy is a lightning mage who named himself Estormo, he’s got to be a fucking idiot who is DESTINED to fail hilariously.

Fucking Estormo.

I thought about elves and the amount of fel corruption visible in the eyes, so I made a dumb chart. idk if anyone cares buuuuut

1. generic High elf (loser) 

2. I imagine that fel is VERY potent stuff so even a tiny amount  would leave trace amounts, however it would wear off eventually. (I could see players even having a little bit when they run around outland or fighting demons, or making out with a warlock. it would go away in a day)

3. Now this is tricky as the elf would have to be around fel consistently enough to scar, but still so small to barely do anything. Possibly what a child would have (inherited from a parent) or someone that hung around the outskirts of Silvermoon?

4. Someone who never used fel but was surrounded by it. Prolly farstriders or poorer civilians.

5. Average belf who chased an average amount of the green dragon. They would start to show some amounts of sickly baggy eyes, or a tint to the skin.

6. Active fel casters, scars would begin to show and they might even have a darker glow on the whole body. 

In the Wake of Scandal

(manga spoilers)

At 3:05 am, Izuku did something he hadn’t done in the last four years.

He logged out of his HeroForum account.

It was a forum he’d stumbled upon back in middle school, on the recommendation of a friend-of-a-friend, and he’d lost four straight nights of sleep that first week digging in deeper and farther to what it offered. He dug until he was commenting on All Might Quirk Theory threads that were three-years-dead, until he made a name for himself almost overnight as an overwhelming bastion of hero trivia.

The forum had only grown in the meantime. It blew up at every skirmish. It tracked hero movements moment by moment, pinning locations and encouraging other members in the area to flock if they could. One time, it was shut down for an entire week when a thirteen year old boy stumbled into villain cross-fire while trying to follow the forum’s pin on the hero Momentum.

The HeroForum was Izuku’s everything for keeping tabs on the world he loved. Even after meeting All Might, even after his acceptance to UA, “MightyBoy64”s presence didn’t falter. In fact, Izuku fantasized about the day that he, as a pro hero, revealed himself to be in charge of the MightBoy64 alias. He fantasized about how loyal fans and avid readers would burst to learn one of the forum’s biggest names had gone pro through UA.

Izuku now tucked those fantasies away in the back of his mind. Embarrassed, or ashamed, or maybe just disgusted.

At 3:05 am, MightyBoy64 logged out. And he would not come back.

Instead Izuku put his phone in his pocket. And he rose from the couch in the Class 1-A dorm living room. He navigated to Shouto Todoroki’s room, and he knocked.  At 3:07 am, Shouto answered.

“Can I come in?” Izuku asked. All the room’s lights were on, a soft glow against the tatami mat flooring.

“Yeah,” Shouto answered. He didn’t ask why.

Izuku walked in, aimless at first, before choosing the wall across from Shouto’s desk and sitting cross-legged on the floor, back leaning against it for support. His phone burned in his pocket.

“I was studying for the English test Monday, but I can’t practice dialogue out loud on my own,” Izuku said. He uncrossed his legs and recrossed them more comfortably. “Are you busy? Want to practice with me?”

Shouto sat down again at his desk. He considered it. “Okay.”

Izuku’s fingers twitched, itched, possessed with the subconscious desire to take his phone back out and consume the HeroForum posts like a starved dog digging into fresh meat. He couldn’t help it. It was in his nature.

Especially as the hero scandal of the decade was unfolding.

Whole forums had crashed under the weight of debate. And HeroForum had swelled to near bursting in the last 12 hours as more and more fans flocked to gossip and argue and pry and wring forth every last drop of information they could about the chaos unfolding in the hero world.

Affairs struck the hero world on occasion. Fights between heroes and reporters, displays of public drunkenness, petit theft, public indecency. Silly yarns of gossip that got hero fans through the day were the norm.

This was the first time a hero had been arrested under the accusation of rampant, violent child-abuse.

This was the first time a scandal had struck a hero whose name was known to every breathing person in Japan.

And this was the second time a #1 ranked hero had fallen. All Might only months prior in a battle that obliterated the last of his power.

And Endeavor now, shackled and jailed under allegations of child abuse, felled by an accusation which had been filed by his own up-and-coming hero son, who stated in his only public address that he just hadn’t ever felt heroic enough before to do what needed to be done.

And the name Shouto Todoroki exploded across every forum site imaginable. Izuku had seen it all. Izuku felt sick to his stomach.

Clips of the televised UA Sports Festival were passed around with fervor, every frame inspected for the sake of passing judgement on Endeavor’s son. Every quirk of Shouto’s eyebrow, every shift of his eyes, every tilt of the head—was it the body language of an abused child? Of a liar? Of an attention-seeker?  Of someone looking to destroy his father and take his place in the public eye?

Fiery callous rants tore away at the character of Shouto Todoroki; others dissected Enji Todoroki, and explained how from the very start the man should have been pegged a monster. Threads hit their post limit. Servers crashed. Fan sites of Endeavor came under storm.

“Midnight’s-Man-X” called it petty for Shouto to accuse the father that he no longer lived with. “AllSuperFan100” lauded it as brave. “HeroMight12” wrote a rant, 13,500 words in length, about how the state of the world could not afford to lose another #1 hero so quickly, given how unstable the environment had only just become, how many more lives may be at risk now, and that it was ultimately selfish for Shouto to rob Japan of its #1 hero so soon after All Might’s fall.

MightyBoy64 tried once, just once, to explain why Shouto had done the right thing. Why letting his father cement his role as the #1 hero would be wrong. Why Enji Todoroki deserved to face justice for what he did, in the face of the overwhelming of evidence against him in the form of Enji’s own meticulously-documented “training plan” which he had put Shouto through.

And Izuku had been too horrified by the replies to try to argue any further. Because all of them, whether agreeing or not, did something vicious to Shouto Todoroki. They reduced him to a character, a prop, a toy to be tossed about and chewed over and twisted in favor their own political view. Shouto Todoroki wasn’t real to these people.

And maybe, if Izuku had never come to UA, Shouto Todoroki wouldn’t have been real to him either.

So he’d logged out, and forced the forums from his mind, and sat now on the smooth ridged tatami matting, his fingers trailing along its bumps. Izuku watched Shouto’s face, his scar thin and stretched at the edges, his cheeks round and soft under the lamplight. His bangs were loose and messy, as though Shouto had been running his fingers through his hair too often lately, and his eyes were lined in a bruising purple, as though he were a real person wrung through the stress of being reduced to a prop at the hands of millions of people.

“…Present Mic said we just need to hold a conversation with him using 20 vocab words from this unit. I’ll start,” Izuku said. He pushed himself higher against the wall, and he breathed in deep, thinking about the English sounds he struggled most to pronounce. “Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?”

Shouto looked at him, silent a moment. Then answered in Japanese, “Isn’t this unit on vacation activities?”

“I’m getting there.” Izuku leaned forward, more heart in his words. “How are you feeling, Todoroki-kun? Aren’t you tired?”

Shouto still hesitated, though not as long this time.

“No. I’m not tired. Are you?”

“No, I’m not. I will stay here with you, and practice English, so we will do well on the test. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?”

Shouto looked down at his desk briefly. Izuku caught a glimpse of papers that looked far too official for UA class notes. His eyes flickered to the laptop open next to them, displaying a blank new tab, though the row of tabs along the top suggested an endless cascade of news articles open on Shouto’s laptop.

Shouto eased the laptop shut, pushed his chair away from his desk, and he stood. He moved to Izuku and lowered himself to the floor, leaning against the wall, until the pent up tension in his shoulders eased, and the back of his head touched the wall, and he breathed deep. His whole body became something smaller, and more child-like, and more relaxed. The exhaustion in his eyes became something just a bit less tense.

“I like chocolate ice cream best, Midoriya-kun. How about you?”

v’s route is not a “lover’s spat”

I see people treating all the bullshit in V’s route as a lover’s spat and I’m like???


ok, but creating an entire cult and manipulating and drugging SEVERAL PEOPLE into it is more than some sort of petty lovers’ drama


it just so happens that there was an infatuated mentally ill, emotionally conflicted, depressed, love depraved, abused man who used to be in a relationship with a mentally ill, paranoid, depressed, delusional, also love depraved woman in the midst of the story.


like… mint eye did not stem from v and rika’s relationship, mint eye was also a thought and an idea that rika had long before she even brought it up to v. mint eye existed before the rfa, did you forget how we see preteen saeran being abused and drugged in secret ending one, waaaay before the rfa existed?


i don’t know if I should feel concerned or morbidly amused at the fandom’s treatment of this. give the v route more credit than that, the story is way more than two people who fell in “love” and then argued.


there are elements of abuse, neglect, torture, mental illness, manipulation, betrayal, trust and change.


rika and v’s relationship isn’t the main focus and it isn’t what started all of this, neither is it what ended it.


heck, the whole point of days 8-10 of v’s route is convincing v that him turning himself over to rika would accomplish nothing, because even if he wants this to be only between him and her, it’s… really not. There was no “them” in this situation.


i mean, it’s v’s route, so the main point of it is to make him feel better and heal him and restore his sense of self and ability to love himself, so many people might have missed that point.


but like… this is so much more than that. It’s a complicated series of events that needs to be treated with sensitivity and thought.


V’s route is not a “lover’s spat”. It stopped having anything to do with an argument between lovers (and lesbihonest V and Rika’s “fights” consisted of rika having an episode, yelling her throat raw at v, and him just sitting there and taking it, this is canon and shown in a VN) the moment Rika took a child- an abused, vulnerable child- and drugged and abused him further into a cult, alienating him against the only person who ever loved him and even possibly being the reason behind his D.I.D symptoms. Also, there was that little thing where…y'know, she kinda dragged another whole bunch of people into her cult. That was nice.


My point is… There’s a lover’s spat, and then there’s blinding your fiance and running away to fully moderate a cult 24/7. There’s a lover’s spat and then there’s having an unhealthy infatuation towards your ex and being convinced that letting her torture you will solve the world’s problems.


It’s not a lover’s spat \(“-”\)

Ok so, I know that the line that people are usually obsessed with when it comes to Arthur and Gwen is “with all my heart,” but hear me out. This quote is from Sweet Dreams (2.10), which is when Alined has his servant place Arthur under a spell to fall in love with Vivian, and does the same to Vivian to make her fall in love with Arthur. So, throughout the episode Gwen keeps getting mixed messages from Arthur, and the fact that he says something so simple, yet so intense really just takes my breath away. He is straight up declaring his love for her even though they are both constantly reminded that she is “just a servant” and that it could never work. Just the affirmation that he could literally have any woman that he wanted, yet she is still the only one he has ever loved, means the world to her. In addition, he says this like it’s just a fact of life, and that there could never be any doubt that it is true. 

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The Court of Nightmares: Queen Morrigan

A queen—a queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and triumphed. A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologised for it.

Song: 6 Inches- Beyonce

queenconsuelabananahammock  asked:

Were Mila and Danny a thing??? I mean I had ~a feeling~ that they may have been at some point but...what's the tea 👀

They weren’t, as said by them plenty of times and the facts one can add.

I’m not much of a RPF fan, so I’m going to try and make this response as clear and informative as I can. But,

  • She was underage for most part of the show. He being 7 years older than her would had been a little bit crazy and honest to god disgusting if they were a thing. Which I don’t believe they were because
  • Both were on relationships by the time the rumor of them being a thing was spread. He has always present as a very monogamous man, liking and having serious and long-term relationships, which he had during the show and after, before marrying Bijou Philips. While Mila was also in a long-term serious relationship with actor Macaulay Culkin.
  • Another thing to add is the fact that both had refer to the other as their brother/sister, which makes sense since he seemed to have bonded with her pretty early during filming.
  • After the show ended, and their relationships too, they didn’t had a reason to hide if they had been together, but to this day they keep saying the same: they never dated, they see each other as brother/sister, it was only a rumor.

IMPORTANT, 24/06/2017: This post is constantly updated. It has gotten to long, so the rest is now under the cut. You can ask me whatever you want about it.

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“Asian eyes makeup.”
Warning: Rant ahead, proceed with caution.
I’m not even touching this as a Bang Yongguk fan, no matter how much i want to.
I’m calling this out as an Asian woman who, during a brief stint in an american high school, got ridiculed by then Caucasian schoolmates because of my ‘chinky eyes’ and called me and my cousin asian prostitutes when we wore kimono in school.
Look at how the tides have turned.
I guess it wasn’t as famous back then because if it is, i would have been asked tips on how to make their eyes look like mine instead of just pulling it at the corners.
Seriously. Asian eyes isn’t even a thing. Do you know how diverse Asia is? How much people’s looks vary from one region to another?
I’m not going to go too deep because this will turn into a 10 page rant.
Sigh. The type that carries all the disappointment and frustration that I felt, and still feel, about this.

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justseokjinthings ♡ (3/15): the thing he does with his head, eyes, and arms when he’s ranting, triggered, or talking

Have you ever watched the person you love slowly lose interest in you? It starts off little, you can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is different, something has changed. Everything feels slightly off, off like a monday. You can almost hear it in their voice, you can see it in their eyes. You think it’s you, you start over thinking every single little thing, wondering what you did, where it all went wrong, how you can fix it. It starts off with little things like waking up to no text, calls become fewer and farther between, the lack of effort, emotion and the excuses begin to pile up. Soon it starts tearing you apart, the feeling of not being good enough begins to make you feel physically sick. Soon you find yourself hysterically crying in your car at three in the morning because you can’t hold yourself together anymore. You know it’s coming, you know you can’t do anything to stop it. The aching doesn’t stop.

I can’t with some peoples ignorance towards Nicole in 2x08.

What fairytale relationships have you experienced.

She’s real, she’s flawed, and you never can know what you’d do, or act in any other persons situation.

Her execution was poor at best, but her intention was nothing more then absolute adoration.

She’s anything but toxic.
She made a mistake, she was aware and heartbroken.
She’s human.