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#I’m not okay about this today
nimue44 · 3 months
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The last thing Obi-Wan saw before the galaxy was thrown into darkness was his commander looking back at him like they’d just won the war and life was about to change for the better.
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wherewolf · 1 year
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the responses i’ve seen to shiv’s ending seem very quick to write her off as just another sad victim of the cycle, which isn’t without truth BUT!!! that is not even remotely the summation of shiv’s story.
i don’t think she votes yes to “save kendall” or to try to finally set her brothers free. and i don’t think her main concern was that ken was becoming their dad. she absolutely noticed and didn’t love it, but that was not her motivation in betraying him. she was thinking about herself.
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it’s tempting to make a martyr out of her as she is the only female child and we see her suffer the onslaught of misogyny that comes with that. but to make her into a saintlike figure who got beat takes away the power and intelligence behind her decision.
at this point she’s stuck between two non ideal choices, but she recognizes that they have accidentally made her the single most important player in the game. because while she can’t have the outcome she’d prefer, she has the power to decide the fates of everyone else. the written off lone woman now holds in her hands the fate of every man in her life.
so she thinks about the long term benefits of both options and realizes that one side leaves her completely without any leverage.
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her brothers have proven to her multiple times in the last few days alone that they will cut her out and walk all over her the first chance they get. siding with them leaves her nothing to bargain with. she would just have to hope that ken would actually take care of her. and that level of vulnerability is not only unacceptable to her, it’s stupid. and shiv fuckin roy is not stupid.
so she thinks about the other side and about what she actually wants for her life. and against her better judgment, it’s becomes unfortunately clear that she wants tom. the way she wants him is not altogether loving or even good but it is necessary to her. she sees relationships as having winners and losers and she chose this man specifically so that she could be confident in her ability to win. except now he’s grown some balls and made himself unavailable to her.
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she may not like the way her husband is evolving but she already placed her bets on him, so she’s sure as hell not losing to him now. there’s also a part of her that feels intrigued by this new man she’s married to. it’s interesting to have a sparring partner in him instead of having to looking for excitement outside of their marriage.
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so for maybe the first time ever, she processes what tom has said to her and thinks about what he actually wants.
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he needs her to prove that she cares. he needs to know that she is capable of sacrifice. if she can’t find it within herself to do this for him, then she will lose him, and by extension, she will lose.
siding with tom gives her the opportunity to once and for all make a grand-stand gesture of love, but more importantly, it creates leverage for her. never again will he be able to hold the moral high ground over her head. never again can he say she doesn’t love him. never again can he call her selfish or uncaring. above all, he can never betray her again, because she just removed all of his moral justification for turning on her. he doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s just taken back all the power in their relationship. just in a more subtle way than she’s used to operating.
and just like that, she has the ceo of a multi billion dollar company in her pocket, while situating herself as the only descendant of logan roy to still be playing the game, having removed her brothers from the equation permanently. she may still be far from the top but she’s creating a path for herself to climb.
so yes, she’ll let tom play king for a day, and she’ll have his baby and say “congratulations,” and play the gracious wife, but tomorrow is a new day with lots of room to maneuver. and when her husband puts out his hand, she’ll place her own on top. but she won’t grasp it because she doesn’t need to.
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doctorsiren · 5 months
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A few doodles while I was in class earlier today
Investigations has been bringing Defenseworth back to the front of my brain
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“hold on to your heart” // do me a favour live at forest hills stadium new york 08/09/23 ♡
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crybaby-bkg · 20 hours
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“I thought I was supposed to be the old person in this relationship,” Toji’s voice rings out in the previously quiet atmosphere, makes your head whip up in surprise. your concentration is broken from your prior engagement, hands slowing as you can’t help the smile that grows on your face at his teasing.
“Crocheting is for any and all ages,” you snark back at him, taking in how he watches the way your hands still move rhythmically—yarn over, pull through two loops, yarn over, pull through the last two, chain four, repeat. “You weren’t talking shit when I made you that sweater for your birthday.”
“Yeah I did, cause it itched like all hell.” He teases, makes you stick your tongue out at him playfully. he wore that sweater everywhere, to the point you damn near had to rip it off of him to put it in the wash. (the only times he didn’t wear it was when he knew he’d get it dirty while doing his…business ventures, which you didn’t mind. you’d rather he go a day without wearing it than googling how to wash blood out of a crocheted sweater that took you weeks to make.)
by the time you snap back to reality, Toji has already crossed the room, standing in front of where you sit cross legged in the comfy recliner he brought just for when you crocheted. it takes you aback by how quickly he moved, so silently, face suddenly warm as you look up at him from under your lashes. his eyes are dark, shadowed by his fringe, his hands in his pockets, his head cocked to the side. he looks devious.
“What are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?” you ask him, finally pausing your hands as you rest them in your lap. but Toji doesn’t let you, no. instead, he holds them back up in front of your face as he sinks to his knees in front of you, his smile wide and evil, pulling your legs from under you as he settles them on his shoulders.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he croons to you, kissing the inner part of your knee, eyes still glued to your burning face. “Just keep doing your little old lady hobby while I busy myself.” without warning, he pulls your sleep shorts to the side, grinning when he’s met with the bare beauty that is your pussy. you shudder at the air that breezes past you, try to focus on chaining when he squeezes at your thighs with warm, veiny hands.
“But I can’t focus on counting my stitches when your face is between my legs.” you pout to him, hoping it’ll sway him to eat you out and then let you continue your project. but he doesn’t put his mouth on you until you start again, rewards you with a single wet, smacking kiss where you need it most.
“Guess you’re gonna have to learn how to multitask, sweetheart.” Toji grins before he licks a long stripe from taint to clit, your hands hiccuping in their movements. you can feel his smile more than see it, and come to the realization that he’s an evil, evil man. (you have to recount your stitches more than once, and even after you’re fucked out from euphoria and bliss, you still think you’re missing a few.)
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spiralatic · 4 months
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rancidsugar · 3 months
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phatcatphergus · 5 months
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If I see anyone, and I mean anyone, talk shit about tubbos rp abilities or spam -rp in his chat after he immediately dropped everything after seeing dapper downed in chat and then spending literal hours lookin for him even when other people weren’t really caring to look I will commit unspeakable acts that you can’t even envision with the human mind
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shima-draws · 1 year
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THE WAY RYAN SAYS HIS NAME AND THEIR HUG AND THEM APOLOGIZING TO EACH OTHER AND REAFFIRMING THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND. I’m normal about this. NORMAL
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kittycrumb · 21 days
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what is this girl doing 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ i hope she doesn’t start speaking french next
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anna-scribbles · 2 months
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h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work
unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion
#in some ways it IS the move to go to grad school right out of undergrad#because your body can still sort of operate like a college kid#i’m on about 3ish hours of sleep rn and this morning it felt SO over but now i’ve eaten something and we’re so back#i also don’t really do caffeine. except sometimes i’ll go get one of those panera death lemonades#i might be able to snag a short nap before work#but anyway about seventeen year old emilie. i was thinking abt how she was in that movie solitude and adrien said she was seventeen#WAIT. NO. HE SAID SHE WAS SEVENTEEN IN THAT PHOTO ON HIS DESKTOP NOT IN THE MOVIE#well. okay whatever i’m gonna tell you what i was thinking about anyway#OKAY i’m back i just checked the wikipedia page and then i watched the end of gorizilla. to make sure i’m not lying. because i’m normal.#anyway i was thinking about the solitude film and how it’s super rare and old and obscure and whatever. and how apparently#emilie wrote it herself and andre produced it#and i’m thinking about how gabe was discovered by audrey and that’s how he got his start in the fashion industry#so now i’m like?? did gabe and emilie first meet on the set of solitude? because gabe was designing costumes or whatever?#and that’s how audrey found him? have people already thought about this??#also i just checked and it doesn’t say emilie’s last name in the credits and also it’s ‘graham films’ with the twin rings logo m#so i’m assuming she’s still emilie graham de vanily at that point#anyway it comes back to seventeen year old emilie because i started imagining seventeen year old runaway emilie having her new life in pari#after escaping her british nobility life#and the first thing she does is write and star in an original movie. of course.#and she meets this repressed bisexual punk upstart costume designer who is so the opposite of everyone she’s ever known#and he’s immediately so unhealthily obsessed with her. which she appreciates.#and then they proceed to have the most toxic doomed evil relationship of all time#also she gets cheated because once gabe gets money he represses himself SO hard that he is now exactly like all the people emilie grew up w#but at least he’s still obsessed with her#this is what i was thinking about during class today. i don’t know how i get anything done either.#ml#anna rambles#asks
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flowercrowngods · 3 months
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they tell you about school and they tell you about work and they tell you about taxes and responsibilities and ideals you have to reach. they don’t tell you about baking chocolate cookies from scratch at the ungodly hours of 11 at night and sitting on your kitchen floor while watching a home decor competition show while you get to munch on a cookie that tastes like the hot chocolate you used to make when you needed a reason to live as a teenager. they don’t tell you about getting to eat another cookie while you think about capturing this moment in a mason jar and shipping it through time to your younger self who gets scared so easily by school and work and taxes and responsibilities and ideals. your younger self who wonders if there’s still comfort, still good things, and if you get to claim them for yourself at some point or if comfort is always a question of dependence. they don’t tell you about that, when for years we do nothing but dream about moments like these
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lunar-years · 9 months
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Thinking about Jamie having his dad in his phone as “Dad” with quotations because he knows he’s never been much of a father and about him watching as Sam talks to his own dad on the phone and Sam is grinning so wide because his Dad is praising him and loving on him and Jamie stands there and knows he’s never, ever going to get that from James. Thinking about how he still goes to Higgins and asks him about his relationship with his own father. Thinking about “I try to love him for who he is and forgive him for who he isn’t.” Thinking about “look Jamie, whoever he may be, he’s your father, and that makes him a VIP!” Thinking that Jamie probably thinks of Higgins as a fundamentally Good Person and he’s trying and clawing so desperately to be a good person, too. Thinking about him wondering if the reason his Dad doesn’t love him is because he’s not a good person. Wondering if he’s incapable of being a good person. Wondering if it’s his dad that’s the problem or him, if it’s really been him along. Thinking about Jamie immediately searching out his father when he steps onto the pitch at Wembley, and letting him into the dressing room afterwards. How probably Higgins’ words are the ones in his head as he nods him in. How James lets Jamie down again–now always forever. How James rags on him in front of the entire team and questions his loyalty to Richmond in front of the entire team and shoves him when his back is turned in front of the entire team. Thinking about Jamie, who fights back and then is visibly shaking in terror afterward. How everyone is so thrown and no one knows what to do with that and so no one does anything except for Beard and Roy. Beard, who tosses James out only to be punished for it after, nearly killed. Roy, who hugs Jamie like he’s maybe understanding him for the first time. Like he can finally, finally see him, only this is the part of himself Jamie never wanted anyone to see. Even Roy. Especially Roy. Thinking about how Jamie hugs him back anyway. Desperately. Like Roy’s the only solid body left on earth. Thinking about how the show moves on and we don’t get to see if Roy took him home after and we don’t get to see how their relationship changed after, if at all, and we don’t get to see anyone–not Ted or the team or Keeley or Higgins or Roy–ask him if he’s okay. How the next time we see Roy with him Roys back to fighting with him and headbutting him. How the narrative moves on like James didn’t come into that locker room and change everything. How James disappears from the story entirely after that until he reappears somewhere in Amsterdam a season later as a phantom still hovering over the scene, over everything. Still haunting Jamie. How Jamie still looks for him in the stands when he walks onto the pitch in Manchester during Mom City. How Jamie can’t shake him and can’t be made free of him and how Higgins’ advice turns into Ted’s advice turns into a voice in Jamie’s head telling him to forgive. “Dad” becomes Dad, no quotations. “Hey. It’s been awhile. I hope you’re okay.” Jamie who tries forgiveness. Jamie who visits his father in rehab. Jamie who’s still trying to be a Good Person and wondering if he’s finally doing it right—
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crybaby-bkg · 11 months
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Bakugou has always taken care of you, even before you started dating him. when you were mere friends and still learning each other, he remembered all the small things about you. he always seemed to pack the medicine you preferred when you weren’t feeling good. always had a plethora of your fav snacks on his person somehow, like he was just waiting for you to mention wanting it.
he acts put off by it every time, with his scoffing and eye rolling and huffing. but you see the way his eyes narrow when someone beats him to the punch, when you reject his offer of medicine or food. early on you notice, that he just likes to care for you, look after you, be there when you don’t even realize you need someone.
he’s there when you get high for the first time—all worrywart and frustrated sighs when you keep slurring after an hour. he’s there for you, to help lay you down somewhere safe and ward off those with bad intentions. he’s there when you get broken up with—ready to email that fuckers job and let them know how they fucked you over. but he still holds you tenderly with every sob your shaking body heaves. he’s there when you get drunk—handing you waters and letting you pull him in to dance and sing off key.
and when you finally get together, it’s like you don’t even have to learn anything about the other. its likes you’ve been together for a hundred lifetimes, like your quirks have been ingrained into his everyday routine, like you’re the freckle on the lower left corner of his right hand. he falls into you, and you into him, easier than breathing. he just has a knack for caring—and learning and loving—about those he loves.
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recovering-vamp · 2 days
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Not a new take but !!! I am so !!! Ahhh!! Grumpy about how many shows there are where they’ve clearly been mindful to feature a diverse cast and handle those identities with care and thought and yet— not a single fat main character! Or just one straight sized not-thin character surrounded by thin characters! Who probably isn’t treated the same as their peers!!!
I completely agree that shows that aim for diversity and tackle subjects often not tackled are already bearing the burden of representing the underrepresented. And that representation is inherently fraught. It just makes my bones pop when a show is so clearly trying to consider the underrepresented but fat characters (especially the very fat) are absent.
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revasserium · 1 year
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tragic heroes
he sees it in the way you look at him, at the way you see passed all his bravado, all his helpless insecurities, hidden behind a firm exterior, or an easy smile, or a wink and a kiss to the cameras.
the first time you ask if he’s tired, he almost breaks down.
“exhausted,” he says, finally admitting it to himself, letting the height of his body curl in on itself till he’s sure he could fit comfortably in your arms and stay there.
“shh…” you tell him, “it’s okay…”
“everyone gets tired sometimes, even superheros like you,” you say, reaching for him, pulling him into you, into your chest, holding him like a breath, carrying him in your arms as though that’s where he’s always belonged.
“i’m not a superhero,” he says, his voice small and tight and terribly different from the way it usually is.
“of course you are,” you say, pulling back to look at him, to cup his cheeks between your hands like water in a stand storm, like something beautiful, something precious and perfect — something made so by it’s mere existence.
and when he tries to shake his head, to open his mouth and tell you how wrong you are, you shut him up with a kiss. you kiss him so hard and so deep that for a moment, he can’t remember a time when he wasn’t kissing you. you kiss him hard enough to bruise, hard enough to forget.
when you finally pull away, he looks down to find you smiling and he leans down to kiss you back like acceptance, like pain and knowing and remembering.
“you’ll always be my hero.”
ATSUMU, bokuto, hoshiumi, HINATA, midoriya, oikawa, MIRIO
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