I want fanfiction of shuu trash-talking with the al bhed players on the airship

shuu, sitting in Luca in a cafe, watching the original abduction plot unfold

backstory of shuu’s relationship with the goers, aurochs, & free agency

solomonfletcher:

Three-headed unicorn for sale on Storenvy~

solomonfletcher:

Three-headed unicorn for sale on Storenvy~

Monster" is derived from the Latin noun monstrum, "divine portent," itself formed on the root of the verb monere, "to warn." It came to refer to living things of anomalous shape or structure, or to fabulous creatures like the sphinx who were composed of strikingly incongruous parts, because the ancients considered the appearance of such beings to be a sign of some impending supernatural event. Monsters, like angels, functioned as messengers and heralds of the extraordinary. They served to announce impending revelation, saying, in effect, "Pay attention; something of profound importance is happening.

-My Words to Victor Frankenstein: by Susan Stryker (via whatmonstrosity)

(via missingrache)

So, I went into work today to stock some things for halloween, right? And we have the requisite evil motion-sensored baby that screams and cries and sounds sickeningly realistic, but also new animatronic hands that don’t actually stop moving when you turn them “off”.

So I mentioned to my manager about this “five nights for reddy” thing that everyone has been talking about, and he goes, “Have you played this videogame, ‘portal’?” And we talk briefly about the emergence of co-operative gameplay and watching games with each other and the playing of survival horror games together…

And then the lights start flickering. A lot. Like, spookily, out of nowhere, all across the store, in that sort of 3/4-time horror movie pattern, not a 4/4 strobe. Long story short, we evacuated the store, spent half an hour in the sweltering heat outside, and then spent the next three hours trying to stock/recover/clean everything we could in the dark of the retail with only the emergency lights and the distant hope of sunlight guiding our way.

Franz Xaver Winterhalter

Porträt Louises von Orléans, Königin der Belgier, 1841 (details)

(Source: rhaego, via plantashes)

s-s-s-slaky like I just can’t get my h’s right

Have that sort of burning, spiraling headache of nausea. happened all day and I’m not sure where it’s coming from but hopefully it will settle down…

Because I’m taking liz to see guardians of the galaxy on the IMAX tonight!

sea-change:

do you ever, just, think of shakespeare (a man moored in history and echoing through it, a phrase, a flash of light and surety in the theatre, a moment of recognition, a string of words, any and all of these things), and feel so, so grateful to be alive?