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#a little arrogant?
sigynsilica · 10 months
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Friendly reminder that if you believe there is only one right thing to believe in regards to faith and religion, and all the other beliefs are stupid, ill-informed, cults, immature, etc., you are operating under evangelical rhetoric.
This goes for anti-theists, exvangelicals who are trying to "rescue" others from the church, actual Christian Evangelicals, or anyone else who is actively trying to get other people to align their beliefs with their own.
So remember, kids. It's not okay to tell other people what to and what not to believe. Just because you don't find value in religion, or were harmed by religion, doesn't mean others don't or weren't. Your experiences are not universal.
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different POV of this comic
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heartorbit · 5 months
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a fool and a sinner
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kaltacore · 10 months
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one thing that is fascinating to me about merrill's arc is the way narrative manages to convince a big part of the fandom that she's immature and irresponsible and overall stupid. what we know about merrill and what we actually see on screen is that she successfully avoids possession for 6 years while working closely with a demon, almost every time she participates in some magic/spirit-related discourse she acts calm and confident and has some interesting input, she actively uses her knowledge of dalish lore and tradition to reason with her keeper, and that she actually did make progress with fixing and studying an ancient long forgotten artifact no one knows particularly anything about. but then an old woman who's never been shown to be an undeniably wise and reasonable figure, a guy who got willingly possessed with no awareness of possible consequences and whose whole mindset is still deeply andrastian and a bunch of people who know nothing about magic start judging and doubting her and everyone's like. yeah. she's so fucking dumb.
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turtleblogatlast · 1 month
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Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that small moment in “Air Turtle” where immediately after the Daves lose yet another game, Leo says how sorry he is and how he’s doing his best as the mascot. This moment is so short but it’s honestly jam-packed with a whole heap of characterization.
His need to apologize for things clearly not his fault - especially when it feels like he messes up the job he was given despite doing the best he can (the phrase “it’s not about you” takes a new meaning when this is one of the lessons to be learned from that - that he is not always solely responsible for things going wrong), his need to save face and make a connection with an older adult man in his life (something he consistently does throughout the series - he’s got a few daddy issues, always collecting potential father figures, it’s no wonder he jumps at the bit to keep rapport), and the way he sounds and looks and the words he chooses really pushes how he is just a kid (“Mr. the Dunk, I’m so sorry”).
Like I know it’s a one off moment that doesn’t truly mean much, but when put against the rest of the series it works really well with the rest of Leo’s established character and helps in solidifying later concepts as well.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#rottmnt headcanons#am I looking too much into things? almost assuredly yes#I actually appreciate how tim immediately goes ‘it’s not your fault’ as well? like he could’ve just blamed this 15/16 year old but he didn’t#but yeah this moment got to me a little mainly because it made me realize that Leo…DOES take responsibility for things a lot#he messes up a ton yeah but he says sorry at a pretty consistent rate#and y’know thinking about it#THIS IS TINFOIL HAT TERRITORY BE WARNED#he’s mentioned being betrayed by his brothers before - I wonder if it was something as simple as taking the fall for like#breaking something of Splinters or whatever#point is it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for him to get the full blame for something only partially his fault#or not his fault at all in some cases#like in bug busters where Raph gets mad at Leo for not getting captured with them#(I understand Raph’s mindset here a ton - Raph’s the leader and he’s likely lashing out so I don’t blame the poor kid)#but this plus the moment at the beginning of the movie#where only Leo is reprimanded despite Mikey and Donnie having full autonomy to join the fun pizza stacking#make no mistake this is not at all a diss on everyone else!!! it’s just something I noticed#I think that “it’s not about you” doesn’t just pertain to being arrogant and wanting the spotlight#I think it’s also about how responsibility is meant to be shared#and like#Leo DOES mess up a lot! so he’s honestly probably used to having the blame because it is often at least somewhat warranted#he’s specifically described as being good at apologizing after all#tldr: Leo messes up a lot of the time so he is very used to blame and attention both good and bad#even when the full blame should not be solely on his shoulders
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zaptrap · 6 months
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I WILL BE THE DANGER!!!
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smilesrobotlover · 8 months
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Small Revali’s for anyone who needs it. This guy has me in a chokehold
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r--kt · 22 days
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sometimes Kakashi's role in the scene is to control everyone, mumble some databook stuff and make a smart conclusion with dramatic manga effects in the background. his job is to be handsome and intelligent, and he copes with it with a bang. thank you for being here, mr. bossy nerdy narrative.
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krikidilly · 2 months
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Yours is a life worth living.
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c-kiddo · 7 hours
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caduceus enjoyers (cadnation?), i feel we may have gone too far pushing back against the 'tmn's therapist' fanon interpretation. . he's just not mean you guys . hes just straight up not a mean person
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antianakin · 18 days
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I read your disagreement on this popular sentiment that "The Jedi Were Flawed" and I couldn't agree more with your disagreement. The Jedi are not the problem in the galaxy. It's everybody else: the Sith for plotting a revenge conspiracy for 1,000 years, the Republic for being plagued with corruption in which the Sith had a hand in (but not all Republic senators were corrupt), the Mandalorians for being warmongering a-holes, the Hutts and other crime syndicates who terrorize innocent people, the Separatists for making problems worse by starting a war with the Republic, the Empire for bringing tyranny upon the galaxy, and if you're an EU fan, the Yuuzhan Vong for starting an unprovoked war against the galaxy that causes the deaths of TRILLIONS of people!
That post came about almost as a reaction to pro Jedi people constantly talking about how OF COURSE the Jedi were flawed all the time and how annoying I find it more than anything else lol. It's very annoying to have to keep seeing posts by people who I know do LIKE the Jedi talking about how flawed they are, how they make mistakes, blah blah blah.
I've had people ask me why the sentiment of "the Jedi were flawed" can't co-exist with the sentiment of "the Jedi were RIGHT" or "the Jedi did nothing wrong" and, to me, it's not that they can't coexist in a more general sense, but they don't coexist NARRATIVELY to me. "The Jedi were flawed" is just a bullshit statement because the entire point of the narrative is that the Jedi were RIGHT. So what does it add to that particular theme and storyline to insist that the Jedi were flawed all the time, or that they made mistakes? How does it add to the message about being selfless and compassionate to insist that the characters who are in the story specifically to showcase why it's important to be selfless and compassionate are in fact also flawed and make mistakes?
It ALSO bothers me because the people who most often say it are the ones who mean "the Jedi were flawed" as "the Jedi deserved what they got" or "the Jedi were wrong the whole time" or "the Jedi should've changed their entire culture to accommodate one person" or "it was the Jedi's fault that everything bad in the galaxy happened." So when fans who LIKE the Jedi and don't actually believe any of that continue to insist "OF COURSE I believe the Jedi are flawed" it just smacks of desperation, of trying to appease these other fans who will never change their minds. Why bother trying to insist on a middle ground when what they mean by "the Jedi are flawed" is not the same as what a real Jedi fan means by it? What does it add to try to find a middle ground with someone whose interpretation is so completely the opposite of your own? Why bother?
So yeah. I never say the Jedi were flawed because I don't find it a particularly useful way to analyze the story or the Jedi's position within it. The Jedi were right, the Jedi are always right, and it's not honestly any more complicated than that.
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rush-the-stars · 4 months
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CIELO GOD GOD GOD GOD
happy new year vic <33333
gender neutral reader x war god morax/zhongli
cw: blood. biting? the reader is a captive of war. um maybe out of character morax....but im picturing him younger in his long life. a lil more hot blooded. you know.
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the sun is a bloody dash in the sky. an open wound from the heavens that turns the world crimson and russet.
it's fitting, for a day like this, with so much fighting, so much bloodshed.
the blood of gods gleams gold. it covers you. you are stained in it and in those last, burning rays of the sun, you shine and shimmer.
some of it is your own. most of it is not.
you sit primly despite it, with your knees tucked beneath you and your back straight. you sit serenely with your head poised in a graceful upward tilt— a refusal to surrender the last thing you have now; your pride. your knowledge.
you know something he doesn’t.
and, at the end, you have the pride and knowledge that you almost bested morax the dragon. morax, the god currently winning the archon war. morax, who has finally captured you.
your hands are bound with stone he'd (painstakingly) created. you feel the heat of their power, humming, burning into your skin. it is an attempt at subduing your own divine abilities.
when he appears before you now, he is dressed in black armor. his hair is bound up in a high ponytail, which reveals the chiseled lines of his face. the dragon scales along his temples gleam like precious stones. dark horns curl atop his head proudly, the dragon of this land, with his eyes like the center of the molten earth.
"tell me where you've hidden it."
his demand is met with silence.
you hold his gaze.
more silence.
it stretches long and thick between you.
you let it grow.
he lets out a heavy sigh eventually. and then he moves closer, only to stand over you.
you fall into his great shadow.
"you've lost. you're lucky i didn't kill you." he says and his voice is surprisingly gentle, low and smoky, a rumbling that settles somewhere deep inside you. "and now you can help me win this war and end it."
you turn your face away from him and he is met with your profile. more silence.
"stubborn little god, aren't you?" he hums and it is just shy of wry.
you tilt your head up, gaze focused away from him still, on the camp ahead. his camp of allied gods and mortals and adepti. you focus on the world beyond, as if you might see the hills of heather further on, or the sea itself.
"you'll save lives if you tell me where it is."
you want to look at him and ask why he thinks you'd help him—why his mortals should mean anything to you? why should you want him to win and end the war? but you force yourself to continue to gaze away, to bite back any words threatening to break free from the cage of your mouth.
and then there is a touch at your jaw, careful, almost delicate, as his fingers curl themselves around your face.
he forces you to look towards him, eye level for a moment with muscled thighs beneath onyx armor. and then he pulls your gaze up to find his own, smoldering gold in the evening sun. like the blood you're covered in. like the blood he has washed from himself.
"since you don't feel like talking, then listen to me well."
his thumb caresses your jaw the way a lover might. a careful pass over your skin.
"we can do this peacefully or with great difficulty. i am prepared to offer you freedom if you agree to join me and help me end this war; which is far kinder than i've been to many other gods that have been in your position now. or i will banish you to the dark sea and find what i need on my own.”
“how magnanimous of you.” you finally sneer.
calmly, he says;
“i thought so, too.”
you lurch forward like you might try to strike him, but the binds around your wrists constrict sharply, burning into your skin.
you cry out.
he steadies you.
“easy,” he murmurs, crouching finally to be on your level, face to face. “it hurts, doesn’t it?”
you feel heat in your face; humiliation or frustration. deep, horrible anger. and pain. searing pain that slips up the sinews of muscle in your arms. it tangles in your shoulders, sends pulses of anguish over your back, all over.
you don’t answer.
“i made them especially for you.” he admits. “i made them months ago—long before i caught you.”
“what makes you think i’d help you?” you bite out.
“your desire to be free?” he asks, “the promise of my protection and aid?”
"i don't need your protection—"
"no?" he asks lightly, "you were bested. you are captured."
you jerk your head away from his touch. his hand falls away and he stands again. he gazes down at you.
you snarl, "you are the only one who has done that. before you, i had not been—"
"then consider it protection from me. if you work with me, i will not harm you."
you inhale sharply. your anger constricts around your rib cage like a massive snake. your body aches with it. how dare he—
you force back another rash attempt at striking him.
instead, you gaze beyond him again, as if you could see the future now alongside those heather hills or swirling sea. you wrestle your anger until it will allow you to speak clearly.
you lift your voice and the breeze carries it, laced with venom;
"when i am archon, you'll beg to serve me loyally.
but i will curse you to live beneath the earth and you'll wander in an endless, dark maze. every time you believe you near what you search for, it will change before your eyes, and again you will wander. you'll search for eternity, never to find it.
once in a millennia, i will visit you, and i'll tell you this maze is your protection from me."
you turn to find his eyes. a fissure of heat—the air is charged and sharp with the tang of divinity. a bristling. you think his eyes darken, pupils narrowing to the slits of a reptile.
when he calls out, voice rising to that of a general, you catch the flash of sharpened teeth, "prepare the prisoner for transportation."
immediately, soldiers surge upon you.
"are we preparing them for the dark sea?" one asks.
morax stares hard at you.
"no," he says and when they pull you to your feet, you think about running. you think about shoving them off of you. you wonder how far you'd get or if stone binds would seize and paralyze you.
you wonder how well he had to know you to create them.
"where to then?" another soldier asks.
"to my quarters at the other camp. i will join you." he says.
momentarily, you are stunned.
"sir, are you sure—"
"make haste." he says simply, and then he steps to you, towers over you, even at your full height while standing now. and when he speaks again, it is softly and could be his own curse to you;
"the god isn't to leave my sights. i'll see to all of their needs from now on."
"i'll make your life hell." you promise.
his smile is almost amused, but his eyes are smoldering embers.
he lifts his hand to brush a stray piece of hair from your face. his voice is even;
"just as you'll be archon?"
this time, when you lash out, you turn and sink your teeth into his hand. you bite to break skin. his blood floods your mouth.
(you have already gotten a taste, now you want it all—)
he wrenches his hand away, examining it, lifting it to his face to gain a closer look. it burns gold with his blood which slides down his wrist, over the slope of his forearm. he flexes his hand, the muscles jumping, strong and proud. your ring of teeth marks is like a halo along the meat of his hand.
"when i make you a muzzle, should i call it protection for me or for you?"
"i hope my bite scars you." you hiss.
he lifts his hand higher to the scarlet sun, bathes it in light. you catch a flash of fang from the corner of his wry smile.
"i hope it does, too."
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smartwatermagic · 11 days
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Percy: Why do I feel like Mrs. O’Leary likes you two more than me?
Annabeth "played fetch with Cerberus" Chase and Alabaster "dogs are Hecate's sacred animals" Torrington: ...who wouldn't?
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katronautt · 9 months
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FUNNY OLD WORLD, ISN'T IT? 😈
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masterkeynobi · 1 year
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is there anything better in the world than Aabria Iyengar Wizard Arrogance. is there ANYTHING BETTER IN THE WORLD than aabria iyengar wizard arrogance!!! i don't fucking think so!
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Aabria Iyengar I slam my staff on the ground, revealing it to be that tall, jagged glass spire of the citadel. [A sound of crashing glass] She's at her full 6ft tall, and pulled back a sleeve enough to see that, like, ring. This is a big enough city that they should know how to respond to this energy. Brennan Lee Mulligan Amazing. Go ahead and give me intimidate with advantage Aabria Iyengar Thirteen! Brennan Lee Mulligan What do you say to Oscar as he's standing in front of you? Suvi [Aabria] Move.
/end ID]
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katierosefun · 4 months
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suits and leverage crossover except hardison is pretending to be a lawyer and he runs into mike ross and he immediately figures out mike is a fake. cue spider-man pointing meme
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