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brillianthijinx · 2 years
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You are truly one of the most disgusting people I have ever had the displeasure of interacting with online.
Pay, sweetie is that you? I think you need to get out more.
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bangobeep · 10 months
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trailer guy's name is probably fucking . johnny it's gotta be.... i just KNOW luis hernandez would name him johnny. i can SMELL it
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crown-ov-horns · 2 months
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I have this yearning to drag the characters and ships I hate through the dirt on my blog, but I just... I have no energy to waste on drama. And, I know it feels vile, I'm not really on a crusade to hurt others.
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 6 months
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literally what is wrong with them
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magicdyke · 9 months
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dude is just not smart
#i mean if you have a blog entirely dedicated to “discourse” then what can you expect#love that he can just decide that using queer is never ever a slur no matter what and say that being tme doesnt affect you#while also having several different instances of transmisogyny on his blog or thinking he has the right to joke abt certain things#its like ok so you just like the word fag because it makes you sound special#or edgy or whatever#with zero real care for the actual lgbt community at large#like maybe there are people that dont like to be called queer because it is still used as a slur in Most Spaces#also btw hes like “I literally talk abt [transmisogyny] on this blog” but i like did not see a single post referencing trans women#aside from a post where he was getting mad at ppl for being mad that he made some shitty transmisogynisyic joke that he took back later#maybe being obsessed with “transandrophobia” is an insanely moronic thing to do and maybe you have to accept#that you are white and not hypervisible to humanity and have similar problems and experiences to the people similar to you#but still have the ability to exclude transfems from spaces#and are actively doing so by talking the way you do on your stupid ass blog#god. white trans men thinking that they're exactly the only people that have ever experienced oppression that gets ignored by society#drives me fucking crazy#im sorry but you are not special.#the toothpaste flag icon on top of all of this just to really remind everyone that hes a lesbophobe whenever hes talking ever
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queer-ragnelle · 1 year
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Some people wouldn’t know good taste if it was spat into their mouths.
#feeling salty tonight about some stupid fucking people#stop presenting your opinion as fact when you seem to deliberately misinterpret texts for your own ends#you project wildly it’s a bad look cut that shit out#learn to appreciate nuance#you’ll enjoy things so much more instead of constantly digging your heels in about the first inclination you ever had#learn to challenge yourself and grow and you’ll probably open up more#everything is subjective but sometimes someone’s rotten brain mangles a story beyond recognition and then yeah they’re just wrong#shoving every story and character and author into a box is dumb and you’re limiting yourself#remove the boundaries and expand your mind and you might find you enjoy things much more#constantly ​hating on things is exhausting. wouldn’t you like to rest?#take a deep breath and let it fucking go man this is stupid hill to die on#nothing is as black and white as you say and your extreme views are unfairly coloring the text in a negative light#it’s not that bad in fact I think it’s great and you’re a moron to write it off so flippantly bc you clearly don’t get it#death of the author but holy shit the blatant bad faith readings feels like deliberate misunderstanding#your criticisms don’t make sense they don’t even align with what’s on page you’re just rationalizing your negativity#if you find it so unappealing then fuck off#bc I do find it appealing and your rancid viewpoint is vomit inducing#from an enthusiast standpoint you sound stupid from an academic standpoint you’re just wrong#if this literature is so depraved and unpalatable for your modern tastes#go lick a tiktok and leave medieval literature out of it mkay?#end rant
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yourpaceangel · 6 months
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More people need to be told to eat a dick I think
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swagging-back-to · 1 year
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the third worst thing is when english speaking authors dont understand how katakana works and unironically call levi any of the following
rivai
rivaille
ribai
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kittysherbatsky · 1 year
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Not Simu Liu sounding like a fucking idiot 😑
#i am not a fan of tarantino or an avid lover of martin scorsese's films (i respect scorsese more than tarantino)#so turns out these two big name directors of course has a whole LOT to say about marvel or superhero movies (which i agree on)#especially scorsese a few years back commenting marvel movies aren't cinema (yeah i feel the same way too martin)#on the other hand simu is also right about the lack of diversity and racism in hollywood movies#but he also goes on his shit to defend disney a huge ultracapitalist moviemaking corporation as somewhat a diversity saint#like ok simu i get it you finally got a lead role in a major movie and seeing other actors of color getting lead roles is satisfying igi#but did he not see the amount of praise jordan peele got for his movies without having to sign his deals to marvel or disney?#i know hollywood hasn't always been the most positive industry#but simu needs to get out of his ass and see disney/marvel as not a racial diversity patron and they were just as complicit in racism#i bet if it weren't for the liberals today or the past decade disney wouldn't make an asian as the lead role in an animated movie#they are usually there to tick off diversity boxes lmao#and not to mention the damage disney today have cause due to their ultracapitalistic principles#diversity mostly purely for making bank ... does that sounds sincere?#kudos to the directors who did work with disney but still manage to make loveable stories with racially diverse cast (i.e. turning red)#again on the other hand both tarantino and scorsese and other white directors should cast more people of color in their movies#but simu defending fucking disney is lame as hell#not once did scorsese or perhaps tarantino commenting anything about racial diversity in marvel movies#so yeah basically simu sounds like a fucking moron#hollywood#simu liu#diversity#marvel
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mandyypinkk · 8 days
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wizard-mp4 · 26 days
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I think if you want to fly somewhere with a baby, don't.
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burden-boy · 4 months
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What this is the year I gave up on myself, I truly don't care what happens to me anymore, I'll let everything wither away until I do too
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jvzebel-x · 7 months
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#the pros of caving&opening my pro email for the first time in waaaaay too fucking long:#nice messages from nice clients that had no other way to contact me wishing me well. nice prince fan who paid for#topical pics on princes birthday one year for example lmao. another one who paid for these icarus themed#shots that are still some of my fave lmao. i have nice interactions sometimes.#the cons of opening my pro email for the first time in waaaay too long bc i was specifically avoiding it bc i had a feeling this had#already happened: two v specific ppl found it&now theres no way i can trust any emails i get there lmao.#seriously debating just not making another one lmao i do not NEED repeat clientele on that level right now.#but it does make the work siginifantly safer. idk..#annooooooyedddddddd w myselfffffff i have bad interactions too&those ones seem way more frequent#&last way fucking longer i am losing track of the fucking idiots i need to remember to hide from its been years leave me alone#i am going to fucking scream i have genres of morons to flip thru if any of you fucks are reading this right now know i hate#you. neither of the two who found that email know about my tumblr tho i think so its like a moot point lmao.#im pretty sure one did get my ig nuked tho thats what the email made it sound like#so i guess that answers that question lmao.#BLAH i am going to get v high&scream into a pillow now anyway good morning everyone#i cant tell if my meds are being disrupted by my moods or if this is just what having a personality is lmao#&i regret literally nothing in my life but some ppl make it pretty damn close when i think about whether or not i would go back&#instead of speaking to them at all perhaps walk directly into traffic lmao. but y'know.#... just girly things?
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fetabathwater · 1 year
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i was gonna put harper into the band game but then i like remembered how my heart got literally broken over social ties and im like. yknow what fuck that.
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nonoqy · 1 year
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anon its not like russian people are inherently bad in any way its that it should be common sense to not show patriotism for a country thats oppressing a another country of a lesser power 🙁 its a very odd move to make especially in a video that that person knew was going to be seen by millions of people
YEAHHH exactly! and joking about beating people "cause youre russian" 😐 like this is not funny at all when you're an oppressor
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ohproserpine · 3 months
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for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.
synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.
"Cher!"
Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.
Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.
"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.
Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.
Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.
"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.
"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."
"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.
Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.
"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."
“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."
Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.
"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.
He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.
"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.
He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.
The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.
"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."
Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."
"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.
You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."
"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.
"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."
"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.
"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.
"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"
"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.
"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.
"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."
"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.
So this is what it's about?
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.
Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.
"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.
His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.
"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."
Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.
“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”
A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.
But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.
"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.
"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."
With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.
Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.
"Then you shall suffer the consequences."
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