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roadkill-raccoons · 11 months
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“MAAAAAAANNNNN WE CANT HAVE SHIT HERE IN HYRULE”
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ourflagmeansgayrights · 5 months
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the fact that hornigold is a manifestation of ed's self-loathing so anything hornigold says is stuff ed's saying to himself
the fact that after hornigold throws the rock off the cliff and ed goes flying off the cliff he chuckles to himself and says "you're welcome old chum" like he's doing ed a favor
the fact that ed is falling to his death and screaming panicking and fighting against it but there's still a part of himself that's standing there watching and laughing about it.
anyway this renew as a crew rewatch is going great im having a blast
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they-bite · 5 months
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i'm gonna be honest in this media literacy crisis we cannot afford for people to be making satirical "haha what if someone actually believed something this media illiterate" jokes
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cringefail-clown · 2 months
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whats going on with hstwt? feels like every month i hear something bad abt it
man idk, i try not to go there, mainly posting my art outside of the big hs hashtags bc some fans on twt are genuinely scaring the living shit outta me. like who hurt you.
any drama i know about/get involved in is against my fucking will. i Do Not want to get involved with these people, ever.
like i understand being disgusted with someone liking incestuos ships, i block this shit on sight, but harassing the person to the point of downloading their voice clips without their consent and putting it into an ai to make them say rancid shit, or posting THEIR REAL FUCKING FACE edited on top of pictures of real life pedos doesnt make you the morally superior person you think you are. just. dont do this shit. doxxing is not fucking okay, no matter how much you hate a person.
thats the only thing im gonna say about the matter. jesus christ, some people.
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idontwikeit · 9 months
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Did you go and make promises you can't keep?
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klanced · 10 months
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this isn’t even about my evil agenda anymore I actually just need to hear your dissertation on voltron/klance x first love late spring
you do evil things to my dick and balls. i hope you know that.
first love / late spring is a very keith-core song, but i think it also applies to both keith and lance... but more specifically, FL/LS is keith pre-relationship, and then FL/LS is lance once they have already started dating.
i'm obsessed with that one interview of mitski where she explained that she wrote this song while she was experiencing her vulnerable first love... and first love is vulnerable. you simultaneously reap the rewards of being known but at the same time, you've now let someone else know you, and now you have to trust them to take care of you. and it's so vulnerable. it's more naked than being naked. and it's so difficult as well because now you're learning a brand new way you can be hurt.
so keith, pre-relationship... he's pining for lance and he is MISERABLE. he's lost control! he feels like he's being consumed by the enormity of his feelings. he's eight years old and small and never asked for this, he never wanted to know he could feel this way. he just wants lance to fucking go already. keith wants to spit vitriol and blame and shame and drive lance away so that when lance leaves him (and he will leave him, like everyone else has), then at least it will be on keith's own terms for once. and keith doesn't, he refuses, to say how he feels. he'll spitefully choke on his confession until it suffocates him. he doesn't want to know what lance might say.
but he also is afraid of lance's reaction because... if lance gives him even a sliver of ground, if there's even a promise of a chance -- keith will fold instantly. he will jump into this love headfirst. he'll do anything if it will make lance stay with him.
and then lance, mid-established relationship... things with keith are perfect, everything is going great, so why does lance feel so anxious all the time? why does he feel so scared when keith looks at him like he's his whole world? maybe the problem is lance. because what they have is real. because he's pretty sure keith is it for him. and that terrifies lance. because lance, deep down, knows he's going to screw this up. and it's not just his heart on the line; he's also going to hurt keith.
keith smiles at him and lance feels sick to his stomach. he wants to tell keith that they might be happy right now, but eventually, lance is going to ruin this. he wants to warn keith that lance is going to break his heart one day.
lance isn't always so negative about himself. during the day, it's easy to let himself be buoyed and enveloped by his feelings for keith. he loves being in love with keith. because the love is real. it's real, and it's there, and that matters. but at night, all those poisonous insecurities and anxieties rear their ugly head, and lance finds himself standing on a ledge over a drop. lance daydreams about spending the rest of his life with keith; lance has never felt so young and small.
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amber-sekio · 2 months
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One-shot Prompt
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
Ship: Soukoku 
Prompt:“Why are you awake?” “I could ask you the same thing.” 
TW: mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts/idealization, vague mentions of an eating disorder but not specified, self-deprecating thoughts  
A/N: Also posted on my ao3, you can find the link on my master list
After being together for a few months and going on cheesy expensive dates, at the expense of Chuuya’s wallet, Dazai moved in with Chuuya. And slowly, with Chuuya’s help, Dazai was getting better. He still slacked off at the office, primarily just to annoy Kunikida, but he was getting more sleep and Chuuya did his best to get Dazai to eat at least three times a day even if it was small; something was better than nothing, as Chuuya had put it. 
That doesn’t mean it always worked out, of course. There were still days when Dazai struggled to eat anything at all. And there were nights like tonight where, even within the comforting warmth of Chuuya’s arms, Dazai couldn’t seem to fall asleep. 
His thoughts were a little too loud tonight, it seemed. Normally, there would have been signs the previous days; signs of Dazai slipping back towards the darkness. However, this time, it seemed to come onto him suddenly, and worst of all, after Chuuya had already slipped into unconsciousness. And though Chuuya hadn’t said anything of work being tiring, Dazai could tell it had been tough. Nothing Chuuya couldn’t handle... but it certainly left him more exhausted than usual. 
Dazai would… feel bad, if he woke him up now. Chuuya did so much for him. He cooked for him, he made sure Dazai was showering, and even if Dazai couldn’t get himself to shower, Chuuya would take a bath with him to compromise. When Dazai felt disgusted by his own body, Chuuya was there to kiss every single inch of his body with affirmations pressed into his skin.  
And Dazai did what? What did he ever do for Chuuya? Nothing. All he ever did was burden Chuuya with all his emotional crap. 
So, no. No, he wasn’t going to wake up Chuuya for something he should be able to handle by himself. He had handled it for the four years he was gone, he could do it again. Although, handle was probably the wrong word. He handled it by ignoring it. He handled it with his… self destructive habits… 
He wouldn’t. He couldn’t ruin all of Chuuya’s hard work. Chuuya had kept him from harming himself since they got together almost a year ago now. 
Chuuya would surely be mad if he ruined it now. 
Dazai slipped himself out of Chuuya’s grasp and out of the covers of their bed. With silent steps, he made his way over to the balcony, swiftly opening the sliding door before closing it behind himself.  
He hissed as his bare feet hit the freezing ground of the balcony deck. It was the middle of the night, probably sometime around 2 or 3 in the morning by now, if Dazai had to guess. The autumn air was crisp and beginning to grow colder as the end of the year creeped up on them.  
Dazai breathed out softly, watching it fog up in the temperature difference. 
He leaned against the railing, watching the city lights of Yokohama at night below him. Every so often, a car would pass below and his eyes would subconsciously follow it into the distance.  
This did nothing to stop his racing mind, but made him far colder than he was before. He was tempted to retreat back into the comfort of Chuuya’s arms, but something kept him from doing so. 
He looked down. 
It was far. 
No human could possibly survive a fall that far. 
Chuuya could. 
Dazai couldn’t. 
His fingers twitched where they were on the railing. His hand closed around the railing. 
No. 
His hand shook, clasped around the freezing metal. 
His mind drowned out the sound of the city around him. 
His thoughts were screaming in his mind.  
It was loud, a cacophony of sounds. Thoughts. 
“Why are you awake?” 
Dazai’s eyes widen. His hand gripping even tighter around the metal. His body betrayed no other signs of his shock. He didn’t turn around. 
“I could ask you the same thing.” 
“The bed grew cold without a certain clingy mackerel occupying the other side.” 
A soft sigh sounded behind him before warm hands found their way around his waist. 
“Couldn’t sleep?” 
“Yeah.” 
“If you’re not up to talk right now, that’s fine, but lets go back inside.” Chuuya spoke, his words pressed into Dazai’s back as a kiss accompanied them. “You’re shivering.” 
Was he? He hadn’t even noticed. 
He unclasped his hand from the freezing metal. 
Chuuya let his hands fall to his side and already Dazai missed their warmth. 
Dazai silently followed Chuuya inside. He slipped back under the covers, letting Chuuya close the door before joining him. 
“Do you wanna talk about it?” 
Dazai shifted closer to Chuuya, letting his head rest against Chuuya’s chest. He listened to Chuuya’s heartbeat for a moment as Chuuya’s arms wrapped around his waist.  
Dazai’s voice was quiet as he spoke into Chuuya’s chest. “Tomorrow?” 
He could feel the soft sigh that left Chuuya. “Tomorrow.” 
A hand left Dazai’s waist from under the covers to run though his hair. Dazai let out a soft, content, sigh at the fingers in his hair. 
“Try and get some sleep for me, ‘kay princess?” 
Dazai felt his cheeks heat up at the pet name, burying his face further into Chuuya’s chest in response. 
“I love you.” 
“Love you too, princess.” 
Dazai is a princess who loves to be spoiled rotten and no one can change my mind, and of course, who better than Chuuya to fulfill his need to be taken care of?
I'm going to ignore the fact that me writing Dazai being taken care of is just me coping 🙃
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Talfryn: We need to tell it to the frogs
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cinderellahoneymoon · 7 months
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yayyy lesbian day promo
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moonlightdancer26 · 4 days
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Imagine how creepy it would’ve been if lily and James stayed alive and Harry asked how they met
Lily: Oh your father just didn’t take no for an answer
James: and she couldn’t deny me forever
💀
Lmaooo that would be hilarious. I think they definitely wouldn’t mention Snape and what James did to him, but I’m sure they would present the “your father always tried to get with me” thing in a good light and Harry would be like 🤔🤨
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martian-garden · 7 months
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I want an enemies to lovers to friends arc. But Not like the friends ending is a bittersweet thing or just the "it turns out *okay*" vibe, I want the friends to be the endgame, I want the connection they have while platonically bonded to be the way it is deepest, I want them to feel so deeply cared for and at peace that way. Like the trope of "i have feelings for you-i have feelings for you --that feeling was friendship and neither of them had ever experienced it" but they figure it out and are happier that way.
Like gimme two angry, withdrawn people who end up involved despite hating each other because that's the only way they can understand the connection they sense they have, and then when they're lying awake at night feeling their stomach tying itself in knots they finally call the other one not to be self destructive or for escapism, but because they might have one person who will at least listen to them all the way thru, even if only to fucking gloat and insult how pathetic they are. But they so desperately need to get it out that they're too real and crying, and the person who thus far has had nothing but shit things to say is dead quiet the whole time. Because they understand. They relate.
And then the next time they're at work, there's a thermos of curry on their desk. Neither brings it up bc what if it's too awkward, but the thermos is washed and reappears on the doorstep of its owner. One of them will break into the other's apartment and do their dishes and there isn't even a note left saying to get better security, amateur. And finally one of them takes a hit (emotional or psychological) so bad they just crawl in the window and scare the shit out of the other, and they just sit in a blanket for a night, watching mindless tv and lost in space. They sleep on each other's couches between work. Text constantly. Both of them slowly lose interest in the fucking and are relieved when the feeling is mutual. They spend their nights making food for each other and curled up on the couch.
The Big Bad of the story does the whole evil-plan-is-unfolding thing and everyone is surprised when the hero-coded protagonist half is suddenly screaming in blinding rage when the 'wrapped up with the wrong crowd' ""enemy"" gets the short end of the stick, and the pacing of the story is suddenly all wrong, bc instead of planning one last careful victory, they drop every concern they have about their morality and fucking kill the Big Bad with a baseball bat after chasing them three miles down the mountain road away from the hideout on a shitty bicycle. The story doesn't end with the fight and denouement, it cuts to two figures soaked in blood: one their own, the other that of the Big Bad, and the latter turning to the former and promising it'll be okay, and falling asleep in a chair in their friend's hospital room that they definitely didn't break into to avoid the no visitors rule. Offering a shoulder while edgelord half learns to walk with a cane, remarking how absolutely based they'll look if they lean into it and get a monocle and pocket watch. Everyone else is mystified and that does not matter. They are understood, they are loved, they have what they always needed.
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sanktasansa · 2 years
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Reading some of the interviews with creatives on HOTD, I had a light bulb moment. It seems to me that while GRRM wrote a story where everyone involved is varying levels of asshole and varying levels of right but 100% ruthless which leads to their own ruin, the showrunners are determined to make the tragedy of the story all about "isn't it sad that these two nice ladies were pitted against each other because of the patriarchy?", which explains why both Alicent and Rhaenrya have been neutered in their ruthlessness...and their agency.
Alicent became an innocent lamb sheparded into a cage of marriage that only becomes more bitterly claustrophobic to her when her only friend abandons her to that cage, and flagrantly lives her own life recklessly with no expected consequences to go with it.
Rhaenrya became a frustrated girl who feels (through her uncle's corruption) that the only form of rebellion against the expectations placed on her she has is to take reckless control of her sexuality (but she still can & will to run to her male relatives whenever she gets in trouble).
An interesting premise to be sure...but it doesn't really fit into the circumstances the Dance of the Dragons very well. If Queen Alicent wanted to make her position more comfortable and possible force Rhaenrya to face some consequences, she could have actively used her influence in the court to plot Rhaenrya's exposure or actively made alliances and plans years in advance to take the throne right out from under her. If Princess Rhaenyra wanted to break out of the expectations placed on her as a woman, her father literally handed her the opportunity to do so by making her heir the throne: she could have spent this time making her own alliances, being very present at court and notably engaged in matters like taking petitions, and trying for longer to have legitimate children and if not, at least making sure the illegitimate ones might actually have some plausible deniablity in their looks ffs.
Alicent and Rhaenrya are women in political positions in a very political settling and despite the sexist culture, they do have some power, or at least they should. Ripping out their political teeth just to make them more like 1950s housewives, all to suit making this parable about how the women are victims of the patriarchy? Is kinda lame. And frankly the fandom isn't even buying it and is a fucking mess because a lot of people's minds were made up about the characters based the much more active (and VERY MORALLY GREY) versions of the characters in Fire & Blood, so like, why?
In short: TV writers, please stop trying to flatten GRRM's characters; you are only making them boring & stupid. If Alicent and Rhaenrya spend next season crying in their respective castles while the evil men around them do all of the "doing", I'm gonna piss blood. I'm gonna go the HBO headquarters and just piss blood on your lobby floor.
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tiredhawks · 1 year
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This was supposed to a part of a fic but I don't think I'm ever actually going to write it so:
AU where Hawks is legitimately trying to join the League and is giving them good intel in the heroes. Months into this he approaches Shigaraki/Dabi and tells them that the Commission is making him nervous and he wants to pull out now. Except, those two are adamant that he doesn't. His intel has been incredibly valuable and is not something they want to risk losing just because Hawks is getting paranoid.
The problem is that Hawks wasn't being paranoid, that nervousness was his instincts noting the little changes and oddities with has handlers. So when he gets injured one day on patrol and has to be put under at a hospital- he wakes up different. His talons are gone, completely. His throat hurts and he can't make bird noises anymore at all and can only assume they did something to his vocal chords. He has to assume, because they won't tell him. No one will tell him what they did to his body.
He's a mess now. He can't sleep, he can't eat, he feels sick in his own skin. The League notices, knows they fucked up bad, but they can't fix it because now everytime Hawks is out of the public eye he stops talking and wants to be alone. They don't know how to help him. The League was supposed to be different from everyone else, they were supposed to care about him, not what he can offer. And they showed him that wasn't true and now he's paying the price for it.
Dabi knows how terrifying it is to not recognize yourself. And he can't help but feel directly responsible for the distant, glazed over look in Hawks' eyes.
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wolf-2099 · 9 months
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bad news i am now incredibly worked up and upset. mentol illness stuff luv
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sweet-cuddlebug · 13 days
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Happy 4/13 Everyone!!!
This is my first 4/13 being a homestuck and the truth is... it feels the same tbh
I regret a little not being able to post a drawing (there was an accident with my phone (where I draw)) but at least I will be able to enjoy the posts and shits from the other idiots homestucks :o)
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weaselishmcdiesel · 1 year
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I also thought it was spelling out "Mumbo Fucks" so you're not alone
maybe it's something in the water 😔
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