#asshole (derogatory)

[casthesixteenth]

Just finished Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix and it was incredible.

Spoilers!!

The Art, the murder, Mizu's pure and unending rage, the fact that Taigen is our 2020's Li Shang - bi awakening and all (y'all this man gave us a sexually fraught wrestling match between two supposed men that ended with him getting a bona-fide boner from being pinned down by his freind/rival/enemy/childhood victim). The discussions that will spawn about race and gender, Mizu's self-loathing quest for revenge on the men who potentially brought her/them/him into a world that was always going to despise her/them/him for even existing. Akemi "I want to be great" in response to Taigen "I don't care about being great, I just want to be happy".

EPISODE 5!! THE ONRYŌ!! EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHOW!!

But the thing that I'm obsessing over the most is that Mizu fucking burned Edo to the ground to kill Abijah, and then she/they/he didn't even fucking kill him! Hello? I know there's reasons and everything but still that city is burnt fucking dead and Mizu is just off on a boat to London with one of her three living potential fathers in the brig so she can better find the other two.

Also just "The biggest city in the world is burning to the ground as a blood sacrificeto your revenge. Your white half is showing." What a line Abijah you goddamn madlad.

I'm frothing at the mouth for season 2

#blue eye samurai #mizu #taigen #akemi blue eye samurai #abijah fowler #li shang #mulan #every line out of abijah fowler's mouth is just *chef's kiss* #he's such a villanous piece of shit #“your bones break like a womans” #he's irish #he's one of four white men who have been in Japan in the past 2.5 decades #he did his waiting #12 years of it #at the top of a very fancy castle that he had full control of #abijah lovers where you at? #or am I just shouting into the void like a psychopath #“didn't i kill you” he's such an insidious asshole #i love him(derogatory)

[leupagus]

I firmly believe Stannis is the Westerosi equivalent of the dad who hates cats, doesn't want to get a cat, makes a big deal about not liking the cat, and ends up being the cat's absolute favorite (except instead of a cat it's a huge fuckoff direwolf with boundary issues)

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The door to the workroom opened and Ghost bounded inside, snuffling at Stannis's hands. Lady Stark, following behind, narrowed her eyes at him as she closed the door.

"You fed him something recently, didn't you?" she said. Ghost, finding nothing, gave a disapproving huff and flopped down by the fireplace.

He had, but that was besides the point. "What are the Knights of the Vale doing here?"

"Just don't give him chicken, we had a terrible problem with the henhouses when they were puppies," she said absently, and circled round to sit at her chair on the far side of the work table. "I brought them here for you."

Stannis, still standing, paused. "For me?"

"Yes, for you. I can't bend the knee, Your Grace. Not yet. But I'm not entirely useless."

"Of all the adjectives I've thought to describe you with, 'useless' has never been one of them."

She smiled at that and looked down at the papers strewn across the table. "Littlefinger — Lord Baelish," she corrected, "had plans for the North. Marrying my Aunt Lysa and becoming Lord Protector of the Vale wasn't enough for him; he wanted more."

"How much more?" Stannis asked as he took his seat again. He was already well able to guess the answer.

"Everything," she answered, a distant look in her eye that Stannis did not like. "He wanted to marry me off to the Boltons. I think the plan was for you you to come sweeping down from the Wall and either take Winterfell or kill out enough of the Bolton forces to weaken them. At which point Littlefinger could come riding to my rescue with the Knights of the Vale. He'd have a ward at the Vale who looked to him for approval, and a new Lady of Winterfell who'd be grateful to him for saving her from monsters twice over." She nodded at his moue of distaste. "Yes, well, he always did consider me one of his cyvasse pieces, to be moved around the board as needed."

Stannis had avoided Baelish at King's Landing, insofar as he could while both of them served on Robert's Small Council. But he well remembered how Baelish spoke of women, how effortlessly he used them and used them up. What damage had he inflicted on a young, friendless girl while he'd had her in his custody? No wonder Lady Stark had fled from him at the first chance of escape.

If that's what had truly happened. The story from the Riverlands was that Baelish had been killed by his own men, and there was no reason to doubt it — such a treacherous man would have succumbed to treachery sooner or later. But Lady Stark had proven herself capable of surprising things, these past months.

It didn't bear thinking of too closely. He cleared his throat. "The Vale, the North — if Baelish wanted the Iron Throne, he'd have needed more than two kingdoms at his command."

"The Riverlands probably would have been next," said Lady Stark with a frown. She pawed through the papers and pulled out a book. "I've been going through the maester accounts, such as they are, from the time my father left Winterfell until now," she said, flipping through it. "There are gaps, obviously, but Maester Wolkan's been keeping remarkably faithful records. Including copies of every raven scroll." She passed the book over to him, tapping at a particular passage. "This was sent to Roose Bolton from the Twins, only a few days before we began the siege."

"'The Blackfish traitor has stolen Riverrun from us. In the name of fellowship among the new Lord Paramounts and the victors over House Stark, we ask for your aid in catching this damned fish and roasting him on a spit.'" Stannis set the book back on the table with the peculiar urge to wipe his hands clean. "Walder Frey was always a craven. Wanting everyone else to fight his battles for him."

"He didn't even have the courage to murder my brother himself," said Lady Stark, taking back the book and closing it with a snap. "Though I've been told it was his son who murdered my mother. A great warrior family, clearly. Plus he doesn't know it's 'Lords Paramount' and not 'Lord Paramounts.'"

Stannis had seen flares of temper from Lady Stark before (on any number of occasions), but the icy rage in her voice gave him pause. Not for the first time, he considered how very merciful she had been with him, in the end. A man responsible for his own brother's murder, when she herself had lost her brother to the very basest of treachery — what might she have done to him, if he'd been anyone other than the rightful king?

Even as he wondered, he knew that his titles had not been what had stayed her hand in judgement. The Starks had never been particularly pragmatic, mostly to disastrous ends, and for all her intelligence Sansa seemed to have inherited a fair helping of the Tully pig-headedness on top of the Stark romanticism. King Stannis would have had no better luck against her judgement than Lord Stannis or Ser Stannis or even Goodman Stannis; it had been for some other reason she had spared him. He wondered when the bill would come due, and if it would ever be in his capacity to pay it.

Lady Stark had continued on. "I haven't found any record of a message sent back to the Twins, but I doubt the Boltons sent one. Lord Bolton were never much for rousing himself for anyone else's interests, even before he betrayed my family. I sent a raven to House Mallister of Seaguard; he sided with Robb during the war, and the Mallisters have always been loyal to House Tully." This time she handed over a scroll, flattened out but still curling slightly at each end.

It was only a bit longer than Walder Frey's, and about as useful. Blackfish holds fast; they have supplies within to last two years or more, and the siege set by the Freys will not last half a season. Brynden has not called the banners of the Riverlands, for Lord Tully is still hostage to the Freys. But if Lady Stark should call, Mallister will answer.

"'If Lady Stark should call,'" he repeated wryly.

"Lord Mallister bounced my mother on his knee when she was a babe, Your Grace," she said, equally wry. "All the oaths of fealty in the world can't replace the bonds of family and friendship between the northern Houses, even those not in the North itself."

"So I am beginning to understand," he said, handing the scroll back. "So the Twins are undefended at present."

"Most likely — Lord Frey is still there, but the bulk of his army will be at Riverrun." She leaned forward. "I've spoken with Lord Royce; he swears to me that Lord Arryn will bend the knee if you lead the Knights of the Vale and your own army and take the Twins. From there, you'll be able to break the Frey's siege at Riverrun — you'll have both the Vale and the Riverlands in a matter of months."

It was a fine strategy, but Stannis couldn't help but feel vaguely offended by it. "Do you mean to tell me that because you refuse to bend the knee, or promise any of your own army to my cause, you've delivered the Knights of the Vale and a promise of House Arryn's fealty as a...consolation prize?"

Lady Stark shrugged. "I suppose so," she admitted. "But a prize, nonetheless. I've only known Lord Royce since I was a guest at the Eyrie, but he seems an honorable man."

"He's an able commander, which is more to the point," Stannis contradicted absently, frowning down at the desk as he mulled it over. Two thousand men was no very great sum — but the Knights of the Vale were one of the best cavalry forces in the kingdoms, for all that they rarely strayed outside their mountains. With the Knights, Stannis's army could divide and take each half of the Twins in a pincer. It would be over nearly before it began.

"Of course, how foolish of me to consider such petty things as honor," grumbled Lady Stark.

Stannis ignored that. "Which leaves the Iron Islands to deal with. Has Lord Greyjoy sent any word?" Even the honorific stuck in his craw. Balon Greyjoy, the only other "king" to survive the war. Stannis had regretted the man's existence ever since the Greyjoy Rebellion.

Lady Stark shook her head. "Nothing. We've beaten back the last of the Ironborn holdouts, but I doubt they'll begrudge us that. My father always said the iron price never spent well. And they rightly blame the Boltons for whatever might have happened to Theon."

Which was still a mystery, so far as Stannis could tell. Theon Greyjoy had not been found among the dead at Winterfell, nor at the Dreadfort. If he'd escaped, there'd been no sightings reported. "No doubt you'll wish to execute him yourself, if he's found, but it would be better—"

"Execute Theon?" she said, her brow furrowing. "I — no. I don't wish that."

He leaned back in his seat. "You surprise me, my lady. I wouldn't have thought you squeamish after all this time." Perhaps that was his answer: she'd spared himself and Lady Brienne not out of principle but cowardice. In a way, it might be a relief: or at least it would be easier to understand.

She looked away. "Father did always say that whoever passes the sentence should swing the sword."

"That's not an answer. Your kindness does you credit, my lady, but if you show too much your people won't fear you. Which means they won't follow you, when the time comes." He'd said the same thing to her brother, more than a year ago when they'd argued over the fate of the wildlings and the drawbacks of mercy. The Lord Commander hadn't heeded the advice; was it a Stark family failing?

It must be, for Lady Stark sighed in frustration and said, "I don't want to be feared, Your Grace. And though you've failed to notice, I'm in no need of anyone following me anywhere. I'm staying—" She broke off and shook her head. "This always happens," she muttered, an odd smile tugging at her mouth.

He frowned. "What always happens?"

"This," she said, gesturing vaguely at the distance between them. "We can't go five minutes without arguing about something."

"That's not true." She sighed again and he reconsidered. "Perhaps if you didn't contradict everything I said."

"Perhaps if you had sisters, growing up," she countered. "My mother always said Arya and I were more trouble than all five of the boys put together." Her expression darkened and Stannis followed her thoughts — Theon had been one of those five boys. Raised alongside the rest of them, within these very walls.

"I thought you would want him dead," he admitted. "More than anyone else in the North."

She got to her feet and went over to the window, resting her arms on the sill as she looked out onto the courtyard. Stannis rose and joined her: down below were a dozen carts piled high with hay. All around them men and women were busy unloading the bales and stacking them up in a corner, where more workers took them away in a brisk line deeper into the Keep. Each cart was in the courtyard only a few minutes; when it was empty, the driver mounted up again and drove slowly out through the great gates, replaced by another cart yet more heavily laden. Supplies from the Northern Houses, to lay in for the oncoming winter.

"I don't want Theon dead," said Lady Stark after a long while observing in silence. He glanced over to her, but she was still looking down at the carts. "I don't want anyone dead, Stannis — there's been so much death. And more coming, if what Jon told you about the White Walkers is true."

She'd never called him by his name before; indeed she didn't seem aware she'd done it. "I believed him," he replied. "I still do. Your brother didn't seem the sort to make up stories."

"He always was honest to a fault," she said, turning to look at him at last. Her blue eyes were bright — tears, unshed. "I wish he'd come with you."

So did he, he realized. Not for his skill in battle or his perception or bravery: but only so his sister would not look so devastated at his loss. "He took an oath to the Night's Watch," he said, cursing at himself for his clumsy words even as he did so.

"I know that," she huffed. "Five minutes without arguing, is that really so difficult?"

"Evidently," he conceded, and she laughed. A watery sound, and she pressed the heels of her hand to her eyes quickly as she turned back toward the table, but laughter nonetheless.

#got: bitches get stuff done #game of thrones motherfuckers #I do love sansa accidentally endearing herself to stannis via being a bitch and also a fellow grammar pedant #what's that meme? #'whatever souls are made of yours and mine are the same stuff (derogatory)' #that's the vibe I get from these two assholes #anyway for reference this is post-regaining-winterfell #and post-stannis-and-brienne-being-dumb-and-sansa-yelling-at-them-a-lot #it's way after most everything else I've posted but I just finished this scene and was very proud of it #so as ever: you're welcome/I'm sorry

[sleepy-bear-tm]

Fate is a cruel thing, is it not?

#maybe i project but goddamn do i not see awful older siblings depicted much and boy oh howdy does sylvain earn a special place in my heart #miklan (derogatory) #my love sylvain baby you deserved better than to have this asshole of an older brother #sylvain #sylvain jose gautier #fe3h fanart #fe3h #fanart #art #digital art #my art #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #three houses

[foolnamedjoey]

He's fucking pouting

#man I love this guy #what an asshole (derogatory) #the digital circus

[cangse-sanren]

the “this character is insufferable” to “this character is literally me” pipeline strikes again

#self recognition through the other #(derogatory) #this is the second time #teh krittikorn saetan #he’s an asshole #and ​then #oh no. but he’s an asshole like me #itsay the series #i told sunset about you #i told the sunset about you #last twilight in phuket #i promised you the moon #zee.txt

[jtownraindancer]

Now what is a pretty little high-born girl like you doing out here in the deep dark woods, eh?

#burn gorman #asshole (derogatory) #this asshole with his fucking eyelashes like a baby cow #karl tanner #my gifs #game of thrones #got #man i need a tag for burn now fuck #the burn collection #meera reed #ellie kendrick #heckin yikes on fuckin motorbikes 😬 #i think queue and I are gonna end up bloody

[presiding]

formerly an essay in tags but - billie lurk. half-nameless, misremembered woman. her powers derived from the things taken from her, without any catharsis or empowerment. the rat charm, tied with deidre's hair, her lover's voice in the mouth of rats. her arm and eye, taken, given back only to cause her chronic pain, then lost again. foresight seems a cruel gift for a woman who botched the timing of her takeover of the whalers, and bet wrong when it came to delilah.

she never bore the outsider's blessing; his first visit to her was more like an assault. every other dishonored POV character gets the choice to be selfish, and for that selfishness to mean something, but billie's actions have no effect on the world at large, either, in a game without a chaos system.

some say that corvo is the ghost, but he can reach out and change things. billie's buried herself twice and come back and nothing she does seems to matter - she is less a protagonist, more a convenient full stop in the narrative.

try this: open doto, start a new game. sit in her cabin. notice how little of billie there is. even the woman she loved more than anyone has the face of another named character.

she sits amongst the assets of other games: empty canvases and a dressmaker's mannequin that wears nothing.

#billie lurk #even the wiki is wrong about her its infuriating #pulled this out of tags because fuck it #in daud's DLCs even the stories that weren't about him were about him #but billie's stories are the scrapheap. they're the stuff they couldn't squeeze in elsewhere. cheap jokes and macguffins #i'm not even roasting the devs for this i think releasing dishonored in 2016 then DotO in 2017 was a feat (derogatory) #games should be made slowly and with love #and i know that everyones talked about this endlessly #but billie is my fav and it sucks that she got a game that only causes me to grieve for her as a character #not FOR her as a person #only the potential story that never was. that she never got. #you can have your strong black woman and not turn her into a trope. give her depth and range and heartache and agency. yes there was traged #but how did it SHAPE her? #dont get me started on her being designated caretaker of a former god and dying assassin. what the fuck #some of this i'd be more okay with if she was younger - i mean. the blank canvases? really? #this game could have been about wyman and there's not that much that would have changed in terms of the core story #“found out the asshole that killed your mother is still around. gonna go deal with that.” #emily who is stoned: “cool.bring me snacks on the way back” #wyman: “oh he's saying actually it was gods fault and that its possible to kill him. well i have literally nothing in my schedule” #billie's not surprised by anything anymore but maybe wyman would freak out over most of it. could have been a lot of fun #also you cant fuck up wymans characterisation. they barely exist. #local empress sends her enby girlboyfriend to kill god #pres writes increasingly deranged essays in the tags #death of the outsider spoilers #i have to complain about doto once every year or so or i die #but i'm not really gonna let arkane hide behind dev excuses when it comes to racism like. its not enough

[sketchysardine]

Bodies

The re-homing from Meta inc. continues, with these quick anatomy-focused sketches of my original characters (I’ve been constantly writing and rewriting on their stories for 12+ years 🥹). I wanted to depict common varieties of body habitus I’ve seen in myself and people I know irl. Mostly.

OC intros are under the cut, if you’re interested—

1. Tamara (she/her) is a doctor, newly graduated out of apprenticeship and looking forward to starting her own clinic with her school bestie. That is, before her childhood bestie’s mom gets kidnapped by the same people that killed hers, and they all have to go rescue her together.

2. Mira (she/they/experimenting with he) is a vigilante whose power of shapeshifting into animals is also a curse (the longer they stay shifted, the more animalistic characteristics they retain after shifting back). The golden eyes and odd patches of fur and feathers are a fixture at this point.

3. Aditya ‘Adi’ Padmaraja (he/him) is a prince who was born to write poetry and sketch flowers but forced to take up a sword and shield to rescue his mom. He’s Tamara’s childhood bestie. He’s ace. He knows people are thirsty for him but he really just wants to finish his coconut in peace.

4. Narmada (she/her) is the third consort of the elven high king. Having immigrated from the elven diaspora in the great subcontinent to their ancestral archipelago, she was once the captain of the royal guard. That is, before getting entangled with the royal polycule.

5. Alberon (he/him) is the elven high king, the realm’s beloved scatter-brained hedonist with a very carefully constructed heart of gold, an insatiable appetite and a revolving door of many, many lovers. Isidore (he/him) is the new ambassador from the continental elven diaspora to the archipelago. He’s a terribly incompetent diplomat and everyone suspects his election was rigged. But he’s a hyper-confident vintner and the most adorably awkward flirt, so that’s sexy enough for Alberon to ignore the blazing red flags for a little while. A little while, promise! He’ll be careful! This is all for research!!

#original character #fantasy art #oc art #original characters #digital art #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #artblr #art #sketchysardine art #cw nudity #tw nudity #sketchysardine ocs #sketchysardine’s humans #sketchysardine’s elves #ocs #important notes: the dilfs are actually dilfs. they are also smol (4’10 ish). they have cool tree magic. #they are both femmes. very genderqueer. femmes fatales; if you will #yes alberon is based on shakespeare’s oberon but the nonmonogamy is ethical + consensual + extremely negotiated here #he is not beating the slutty bisexual allegations. if you called him a slutty bisexual (derogatory) he’d think it was (affectionate) #and he is not a manipulative fucking asshole like Oberon #(he is not an asshole for now. he doesn’t have a manipulative bone in his body though.) #can you tell he’s my favorite #he is genuinely my morally ambiguous problem uncle

[amazingmsme]

Wouldn’t you like…

A SNEAK PEEK??? First 500 ish words of the ghost!polites au because I can’t help myself

Polites woke alone in the darkness. Or at least, he thought he was alone, until he felt a body shifted next to him. The sky above was an inky black, completely devoid of stars. It didn't feel right.

He jolted upright, the ground underneath him rocking with his movement. No, it wasn't the ground, it was wood. He was on a small boat, and the bodies around him were his fellow soldiers. Most still remained unconscious.

"Odysseus!" he called out, but received no answer. "Eurylochus!" His voice echoed down the approaching canyon, bouncing back until it met his ears.

"Shhhh," a husky voice sounded from above. Polites startled and looked up, seeing a cloaked man standing at the back of the boat. His face was concealed by the hood pulled over its head, the only discernible feature being two bony hands peeking out from his sleeves. They clutched onto an oar, thrusting the boat further on its journey.

Polites crawled to the edge of the boat and leaned out, and he was greeted by perhaps the most beautiful sight. They were floating on a glowing river, the water a brilliant blue green. It was as he was staring into the ethereal water that he realized why the sky had no stars: they'd all fallen in the river.

The awestruck smile fell flat when he took a good look at his surroundings.

Everywhere he looked was gray and rocky and completely devoid of life. He heard people moaning in the distance and could see them trudging along in mindless huddles. Small fights broke out amongst them,  and Polites could see fires burn in the distance.

He had to be dreaming, he was sure of it! He pinched his arm as hard as he could until he yelped from the pain. When he didn't wake up, he reached his hands into the water, splashing his face repeatedly.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, wake up!" he yelled each time the cool water hit his skin. His vision blurred as the water dripped down his face and his eyes filled with tears. His shoulders shook as he sobbed, leaning over the edge of the boat. He could feel when they hit the shore, but he didn't budge, even as everyone else filed out.

The ripples around the boat began to calm, and soon enough the surface of the water was as smooth as glass. His eyes met his reflection and he jerked back, rocking the boat slightly. Hesitantly, he leaned back over the glowing water to get a closer look. Ripples sent minor shockwaves through his reflection, slowing until it showed a clear picture.

A choked gasp escaped his throat as he clamped a hand over his mouth. He looked up at the ferryman, who nodded solemnly. The tears he'd been holding back finally rolled down past his cheeks.

His head hung low as he cried, and he could feel each tear drip from his nose or chin. When he opened his eyes again, he saw tiny dots of red on his toga. Hesitantly, he reached up to wipe the tears from his face. When he pulled away, his hands were stained red.

He thrusted his hands in the water, scrubbing furiously to rid them of the blood. The stream before him turned a pale pink before the current carried it away.

Polites knew exactly where he was.

#it’s already nearing 4k & i literally started it yesterday #started crying around 2k #it’s angsty AND it’s a crossover? am i 17 again? #REALLY going back to my roots i see #fic sneak peek #fic in the works #ghost!polites #epic fic #epic the musical #polites #genuinely love going from writing asshole odysseus (affectionate) to writing asshole odysseus (derogatory)

[yesterdayiwrote]

Here's the video of the interview that everyone has been sharing the Toto quotes from and I am begging you to watch it and decide for yourself if this man is being in any way serious...

#f1 #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #toto wolff #The man is quite literally giggling as he recounts things he's said #I'm the first to say when toto is being an asshole (derogatory) #But he's quite clearly being an asshole (affectionate) here

[welcometogrouchland]

First of all I got into college second of all what are your guys' best "there are many benefits to being a marine biologist" memes I wanna send them to my friends gf who's studying marine biology

#ramblings of a lunatic #there are many benefits to being a marine biologist #also yay woohoo congrats to me future film major (derogatory) #idk I'm not gonna celebrate too much ppl have already been nice and i feel like an asshole bringing it up around others rn

[videogamelover99]

Listen. I don't know why people keep inventing petnames for skk to use on each other when "Slug", "Mackerel", "Chibi" and "Shitty Dazai" are RIGHT THERE.

#im JUST SAYING #if youre gonna invent a pet name for them it has to be something ironic or an insult i dont make the rules #asshole (affectionate) #babe (derogatory) #bsd #skk #soukoku #'chuu-chan' is permitted only because it would piss chuuya off ofc dazai would use it

[chaosmenu]

ill be real i think the issue with people derogatorily using the term "delusional" is not that its always intended to refer to psychotic people, but that we dont have a rhetorical delineation between "someone who incidentally or intentionally lives under false pretenses" and "a psychotic delusion which causes significant distress". like. iirc the term 'delusion' to refer to just anyone who has Dumb Beliefs predates a lot of our modern medical terminology for psychosis. my concern is like, why is it that the only medical terminology we can use for psychotic experiences is derogatory and mocking? ykwim?

#op #similar to how the issue with calling ppl narcissists derogatorily isnt the issue its the fact that its called narcissistic pd #which is essentially just like. Shitty Egotistical Asshole disorder #like ... these negative casual uses of the word predate their medical use #what you should be questioning is that the only words we have to refer to certain mentally ill people are mocking/derogatory

[boysborntodie]

When I say the greasers would be prejudiced, I mean they grew up and live in an environment and time period where stereotypes, ideas, propaganda, etc, were more common than today (also they still are common, to the point I don’t think there’s anyone without them to some degree) and exploring those ideas as how they culminate and manifest and how the greasers can unlearn them is much better than erasing these very real concepts and themes within the Outsiders itself as well as the era, thus doing a disservice to both.

#ofc you shouldn’t go into detail something you don’t know shit about #like that’s not your place #and like obviously don’t portray that shit as okay and normal (even though it was thought so for the time period) #but idk removing all nuance is super iffy #also the greasers are canonically all pretty misogynistic #evie rambles #the outsiders #like I really like how se hinton explores misogyny in her book #she doesn’t sht away from her characters being assholes and sexist #pony literally admits that he and the guys will talk derogatory about girls #but se hinton makes it apparent that this is shitty of them and pony himself is embarrassed admitting it #also dally bothers cherry with pony saying that if it weren’t a soc girl he would’ve helped #but se hinton writes this as a scene that feels wrong and cruel with johnny intervening because dally is scaring and upsetting them #plus even though she doesn’t give her female characters big roles (other than cherry) #it’s clearly not a bias against the girls or for the boys #because outsiders is very much a male-centric stort with masculinity and male bonds being two of the biggest themes #and it manifests in all the character from johnny who can’t fit into the normal mould of masculinity #that he sees in dally and admires #but grows as a character and understands the flaws of it and ends up denouncing #to dally who is the mould having been twisted into it by the very system he hates #to ponyboy who is constantly unsure of what end of the spectrum he should emulate #since he begins always falling short #and ends up being very much able to perpetuate and perform these gender roles #and finally does denounce them like johnny did #the female characters also have their own agency and aren’t defined by the men in their life even tho their characters seem centric to them #ugh there’s just so much to say about this book!!!

[smartycvnt]

I remember now that I didn't watch The Avengers often because I just can't stand Tony Stark.

#the avengers #anti tony stark #he's an asshole (derogatory)

[crossguild]

quick disclaimer: ppl are welcome to headcanon eiffel however they want regardless of the weird racial baggage in treating race or skin color like a palette-swap that has no bearing on anyone's life, i'm no one's parent. i do immediately, internally, mark down white ppl who are weirdly insistent on that headcanon as a Woke Liberal Racist tho

but personally, i'm fully incapable of seeing eiffel as anything other than the Whitest Guy You Know, and it's partly because he was written specifically for zach valenti to act, but also because he's not ever really malicious. the vast majority of the time, he's just a well-meaning but ignorant asshole. men of color who make fun of others' accents and names absolutely know that it's a hurtful thing to do; they'd have experienced it directed at themselves or loved ones constantly. it would never take a moc by surprise that mocking someone's name or accent is truly hurtful.

and dudes like doug "weaponized incompetence" eiffel are a dime a dozen. man who gets away with doing less than the bare minimum at work so that everyone else (mostly women and immigrants!) have to pick up his slack? dude who needs to be handheld through the most basic 'microaggressing people = bad' conversation? dude who immediately defends himself with the assertion that he's 'not a bad guy' and 'it was just a joke' instead of trying to deflect with 'well i experience it too and it doesn't bother me'? guy who repeatedly drops the ball and gets opportunity after opportunity after opportunity to redeem himself??? he's a fun character because he eventually gets there but hoo boy

like his basic personality, that of a funny slacker dude who exploits women and anyone more marginalized than him, happens everywhere. that's not an exclusively white guy thing. what codes him as white is how other people treat him, including like. the police who arrested him without incident after he disabled at least two children in a DUI. the court that gave him a reasonable sentence for the crime he actually committed.

there's plenty of poc and even some white people who hc him as a moc who aren't doing it because they think it makes them look more progressive, and i'm not talking about u guys. like i don't get it but do you. even they are like 'no yeah, it would make perfect sense for eiffel to be white, i just have a different image of him in my head'

idk why some of yall are so insistent that the absentee father who is a felon and struggling with addiction cannot be white tho. or even asian? i've never seen an asian eiffel hc? like tell me what u really think of black n latino men 🙃

#doug eiffel #wolf 359 #how come u weirdos love headcanoning asshole podcast protagonist #voiced by white men #as black or brown all the time??? #it doesnt make no cents #they infantilize him and woobify him #and then hc him as brown like they need that to justify liking all his asshole behavior #im not even going like white (derogatory) #im just going white (observation)