#status earn

[solarwreathe]

twigs tries ganonmaxxing

i've been debating giving him yiga-related tattoos. would it suit him?

#totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #loz oc #tloz oc #totk oc #totk josha #totk fanart #yiga #gerudo #yiga oc #zelda oc #tears of the kingdom fanart #loz josha #he drank the cactus juice #desert bandits #option no is cuz i'm thinking maybe in the yiga clan you'd have to earn tattoos through achievements or status #and he is quite low #but also it would look sick #aubri #twigs

[lasshoe]

(rebecca in this episode) is covered in biscuit (box pink)

#like it was a bit much right?????? #also never thought zava would make the first comment #earned his icon status to me for that #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

[dramaticpandabear]

Can we talk about how Wrecker absolutely BODIED those space gators?! Like sir??? 😳🤭✨💖

I love him

#he earned Florida Man status with that #Wrecker my beloved <3 #the bad batch wrecker #tbb wrecker #the bad batch season three spoilers #the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb season 3

[minecraftbookshelf]

Etho: “I’m not afraid of Willie, he can’t hurt me.”

Etho was impaled by One Eyed Willie

Tango: “you were saying?”

#Willie do be earning that employee of the month status #hermitcraft #decked out 2 #ethoslab #tangotek #it’s around the 1:20:00 mark of tangos vod ‘heckling etho while he runs deadly!’

[zesty-alt]

Or, perhaps a dragon pregnancy takes years, perhaps even over a decade, and that is the source of the bond - there's nothing more ferocious than a dragon fighting to protect its mate and unborn child.

Dragon knight armor is especially designed to accommodate and protect the slowly growing pregnancy, and a knight's well-conditioned body - further empowered by the dragon's magic now coursing through them - is able to get around easily, and even fight should the need arise; dragons are sturdy creatures, so miscarriage of any kind is exceptionally rare. In fact, the rounder the knight, the more dangerous and powerful they and their dragon become.

Eventually, they do get too big and heavy to ride into battle; wise old veterans, hair grey around the edges, they're highly respected figures and well-taken care of, and powerful sorcerers that aren't to be crossed. So colossal and ripe that people wonder how they can possibly stand, rotund bellies now hanging low and squirming with their young, which evolves to violent thrashing as the birth nears, their tightly packed wombs constantly warped and moving, impossible to hide. It's at least another few months at this stage, and the sight of it scares many off from mating with dragons, though a rare few find themselves excited.

Some dragons sequester their mates away to give birth; contractions and labor can last weeks, and the dragon will nuzzle and pleasure their partner the whole way through to prepare them

for those who don't, a live dragon birth may be quite a public celebration.

#preg kink #mine #there's also statues and paintings of pregnant knights *everywhere* and it's considered a romantic ideal #dramatic stories about the love and bond between dragons and knights; the drama that ensues if they take a human spouse; etc. #some knights consider themselves romantically attached to their dragons but it's typically more of a secret third thing. They're mated. #It's a very close important bond but it's also a sort of base animalistic one; they're not really lovers in a human sense. #Well. *sometimes* they are. And nearly all dragon knights frequently fuck their dragons that's a given #But it's not that odd for them to have spouses and relationships aside from that #'me my boyfriend and the dragon who impregnated him' #dragons don't *usually* fuck anyone else other than their mate and they certainly don't 'mate'/impregnate anyone else #but maybe if you earn their trust and their knight really loves you. You guys can have a threesome. #'They only loved me for my dragon' another popular fiction trope in this universe

[pizzazz-party]

listen if jotaro’s basing a lot of his identity on his secret parentage right now—over a man he’s never (consecutively) interacted with for more than half a year—well, he’s a kid. and it’s a lot to suddenly process.

but he’s kenichi’s son. in every way that counts. and if sakai has jotaro grow up to be a man who continually thinks of usagi as his “real” father, i will just not accept it. that’s his uncle at best

#senso dni #usagi has earned Fun uncle status but he has Not earned Kenichis place in jotaros life like that #he does not get to supplant him like that. that’s kenichis kid. #usagi yojimbo #jotaro

[mejomonster]

On a serious note, I do feel mysterious case lotusbook has a lot of sincere themes about getting older, realities of responsibility and dreams realized, how it's difficult to succeed and not always the direct path one expects, how there's value in little aspects of life. Almost every li lianhua scene seems to be about that to some degree. The murder cases aren't particularly deep as far as super complicated to figure out or Able to be predicted super well (since they don't always give all the details in the initial setup), but the themes about who was killed and why do connect to li lianhuas situation.

#mysterious lotus casebook #lb #by all this i mean: a lot of the positive things li lianhua AND di feisheng say are fairly good advice tbh #like a fei? hes like you need to be fair in your decisions for your actions to be worthwhile and earned #li lianhua: sometimes being the one taking all responsibility was bad for you and the people you led who felt burdened #by You taking the burden. and stepping back can be a respectable choice. #cooking is more difficult than fighting. keeping yourself alive is Hard and its the hardest thing we do #and its admirable even when youll never be a hero never be able to achieve what those around you might #your peers are worthwhile if they choose diffetently than you (qian wanmian isnt lesser for not choosing to lead a sect and instrad #dissolving it. di feisheng doesnt think li lianhua is no longef worth his time even though hes weaker now. li lianhua is still someonr he #wants to see alive see brlieve in himself see passionate about things. the monks think its never too late to #reconnect to people again. that people who love you will want you and accept you even when you fail. #even fang duobing by knowing li lianhua gets the experience of someone who wants him alive #and fondly smiles and Is proud of him. evrn if hes learning and fails and moody #fond of him in a way his family wasnt that strangers lied about due to his status #in a way that he clung to li xianyi for ALSO seeing value in him when he felt he didnt live up to expectstions of the world #its the Kindness of little moments of acceptance. of being kind to yourself and kind to others (even down to #not wantjng to kill suspects but take them to trial. not wanting scapegoats blamed. which arent usually done in wuxia) #its the fact this show is quite about gentleness and healing (i see the Love and Redemption screen writing ismilarities) #rather than about power struggles. do you know what i mean?

[quietalight]

Still lowkey obsessed with Shadowhand Essek Thelyss, prodigy of Den Thelyss, doing a blatant rebel by keeping his hair short in long hair Kryn culture.

... especially as a very young member of high standing society within the Queens court, and especially as a new (and unconsecuted) soul on top of that.

What a spicy little pinch of punk for him to parade around.

#its hard to appreciate coming from a society of male hair being typically short #like most of the m9 #but what a sassy lil move for him #especially in upper class court life of politics kinda scandalous!!! #he earned kryn society respect and status despite that which just spotlights his credentials even more lmao #i want to hear the rumours the whispers and gossip about this short haired new soul prodigy boy #what a cheeky power loner i love him #essek thelyss #shadowhand #cr2 #kryn dynasty

[siriusblack-the-third]

Mouth Full Of White Lies

From this prompt by @impishtubist . It's un beta'd, so don't be too critical. ao3

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Remus cannot do this.

He doesn't have the strength— the courage.

Sirius sits in the armchair front of him, slender fingers wrapped around a mug full of Irish coffee and pitch black hair pulled back into a messy bun, looking as comfortable and relaxed as if he was sitting on a cushioned throne. He stares out of the window, wearing a snug cream coloured jumper and one foot pulled up to the seat. Something twists in Remus' chest, but he cannot pull his eyes away from Sirius' face. He takes in the sharp angles and the arched eyebrows, the grey eyes and the relaxed line of his lips, the few flicks of his hair that fall over his forehead as he looks down into his mug when he takes a sip. Sirius looks anywhere but at Remus.

Remus doesn't know how to do this.

Without Harry around to act as a buffer, Remus feels the tension crawling up his spine slowly but surely, and it's worsened by the fact that he cannot tell if Sirius is feeling the same or not.

It has been eight days since Remus arrived at Grimmauld Place with Harry in tow, and in all that time, he has taken great care not to be caught alone in a room with Sirius.

Clearly, he went wrong somewhere, because here they were— alone together in the second floor parlour.

Remus swallows. Digs his fingers into the armrest of his chair.

"Padfoot—"

"Don't."

Sirius did not raise his voice. He did not say it in a hostile manner. He did not even look at Remus. That hurts more than Remus thinks it should.

"Sirius, I—"

"Don't, Lupin."

Remus flinches, feeling the words dig into his heart like he's been slapped. Sirius has not called him by his last name since the November of their first year at Hogwarts. After that, it was always Remus, Remi, Moony, Moons, Froot Lupes, any other nickname he could come up with. Not Lupin. Never Lupin.

"Padfoot, I'm sorry—"

"Lupin." Sirius finally looks at him. Remus flinches again, curling his shoulders into himself at the expression in his eyes. Or rather, the lack of expression. Sirius' face is blank, and his eyes are colder than a blizzard. He looks down his nose at Remus through lowered eyelids, the set of his eyebrows making it seem like he is utterly, completely indifferent to this conversation, like he does not give a single shit about what Remus has to say.

"I don't want to hear anything from you. If we must spend time together, we spend it in silence. Understood?"

Remus gives him a beseeching look, but Sirius doesn't waver in his decision, and Remus casts his gaze into his lap.

They sit in silence. Remus does not look back at Sirius, and Sirius relaxes into the soft padding of his armchair.

"I really am sorry, Sirius," Remus says quietly after a few seconds, fidgeting with his own fingers in his lap.

"I really don't care, Lupin."

Remus huffs and lifts his chin to stare at Sirius' impassive face. "It was wrong of me to leave you in Azkaban and I know it—"

"This," Sirius interrupts in a deceptively soft voice, "is not about my imprisonment."

Remus feels a chill travel down his spine. Still, he swallows down his urge to cut the discussion short. For once, he is not going to run away. For once, he will stay, and he will see this talk through.

"Then what is it about?"

Sirius looks at him like Remus hasn't an ounce of sense in his brain— the kind of disdainful and judgemental look he used to reserve for the students of Hogwarts who were not as smart as him or James. Remus feels the point of a dagger dig into his heart.

"Harry, Lupin," he says, and the icy frost that covers his tone makes the dagger pierce even deeper. "This is about my godson."

Remus grits his teeth, a sudden wave of annoyance rising up his throat. "I told you, Sirius, a werewolf is not capable of taking care of a child—"

"You could have visited him," Sirius cuts him off, and Remus hates how calm he looks, hates the way Sirius looks at him like he isn't worth his time. He hates the way his mind whispers in his ear about the school days when Sirius became eerily calm and composed, when he got that thunderstorm glint in his grey eyes that meant he was out for someone's cold blooded annihilation. "You could have checked up on him. You could have wrangled a deal out of the Hell-flower that made it impossible for her to harm my godson the way she did—"

"I HAD NO CHOICE!"

Remus is on his feet now, glaring at Sirius, who simply reclines back in his seat and still manages to look down his nose at Remus. The expression is so similar to the times in school when Sirius eviscerated someone with nothing but his whip-quick tongue that it makes Remus' blood boil. He hates the way Sirius is so.. so calm and collected. He wants Sirius to scream at him, yell at him, throw shit around and rage at him.

"Everyone always has a choice," Sirius answers coldly. "You had the time to make one— you had twelve years to make a choice. You didn't."

Remus breathes in, then breathes out, and the air that leaves him feels hot with anger. He glares at Sirius, clenching his fingers into fists and locking them down to his sides.

"You don't understand—" he grits out, but Sirius cuts him off again, the expression on his face growing colder with every word he utters. "Oh no, of course I don't. I have no idea what it's like to be a werewolf. That doesn't change the fact that you left Harry there. You left him there. James' child. The child we swore to protect—"

"I did no such thing."

The moment the words leave his lips, Remus knows he has fucked up.

Sirius shuts his mouth with a decisive click of his teeth, face going blank and unreadable. He stares at Remus, nothing showing through the mask he has snapped into place. Remus feels the dread trickle down his throat like freezing cold water, and he scrambles for words the longer the silence goes on, trying to find ways to fix this, to make it better, to get Sirius to understand.

"Sirius, I—"

"I suggest you stop speaking before I rip out your tongue and strangle you with it."

Remus snaps his jaw shut with an audible clack of his teeth at the flat tone of voice. Sirius is very much capable of carrying out that threat and both of them know it.

"Get out of my sight, Lupin."

Remus swallows down the seven replies his mind comes up with and twists on his heel, stiffly walking towards the door. When he is about to shut the door behind him, Sirius speaks again.

"You're not Moony to me. I am not Padfoot to you. You will refer to me as Black, I won't answer to any other name. And stay away from my godson."

Remus let's out a shaky breath. Nods. And steps out, pulling the door shut behind him.

#sirius black #remus lupin #ootp #hp ootp #order of the phoenix #ficlet #harry potter fic #harry potter #remus needs to earn the title of Uncle Moony #and his status as Sirius' friend #remus lupin critical #pro sirius black

[archduke-enver-gortash]

having completely normal thoughts (gortash wotr au)

#yeah. it’s bad. not thinking about inserting zeke but GORTASH #he’d start out as aeon for sure #his opinions on companions are so fucking awful #not nearly as awful as the kingmaker au ofc. he’d call reg a sick dog that needs to be put down because his incompetent owner failed him #anyways. this is a deranged wotr post. #of course there’s no one among the companions fit to be his/equal status #but i’d say he’d have the most positive opinions of regill and greybor. as positive as a guy thinking of them as his tools can get. #towards greybor it’s like. ok you don’t see yourself as more than a weapon and neither do i. you do your job as long you get paid i can wor #with that. #meanwhile regill he’d love to have as a knight devoted to him instead of him being a hell knight #this of course never fucking works gortash’s weird manipulation would not pull through with regill in this matter #no romance of course. except for manipulative sex with wenduag probably. #he really wants that mongrel army! will pop a fantasy viagra if wenduag needs to be ‘roughly subdued to calm down.’ #he’d be a little more into it than usual because he doesn’t need to hold back with her but it’s still not a true subjugation in the end. #until later he’s like ok. i lied i don’t like sex get on the vivisection table #(aro + fucked version of grayace gortash truther if you didn’t know) #tries to refine her and the poison #he’d be awful to her in general. sees a weapon to be refined. she recognizes him as master now but her loyalty is fickle. #he’d earn all the respect flags #but still would punish her greatly for the first sign of betrayal in the abyss #oh and before this gets too long: one more for cam obviously. #sadly i don’t see a world in which he doesn’t immediately see through the mireya story and kill her in act 3 #but if he didn’t. it’d be so juicy. him in act 5 learning the full story. how her father talks about her. #just stands there frozen for 10 seconds with a thousand yard stare #<- to then go no i don’t think you should kill him you should [REDACTED GRUESOME TORTURE METHOD THAT KEEPS ONE ALIVE & AWAKETHE ENTIRE TIME #in the end he’d execute her anyways but. hm. he’d get triggered for sure #i have more thoughts but i’m gonna shut up now lmao

[sailor-aviator]

Lol, imagine the "I've made my choice. What's yours?", "Barbossa!" moment with Jake, Guppy and (maybe) Bob 😂

YES OH MY GOD!!!

Can you imagine Jake doing the confused/shocked face that Will does in that scene??

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #ff #fool's fare #will turner my beloved #i feel like orlando bloom never earned the heartthrob status he deserved

[lavampira]

ignore all my unlocked but unleveled jobs but I have been back on the crafting grind >:)

#determined to earn my right to use my trade mentor status and mend ex prog gear soon shdgdh #dani plays ffxiv #game: ffxiv

[6-2-aestheticsofhate]

Gabriel ultrakill is in tears btw

He's my sopping wet poor little meow meow I found in a box on the side of the road of course I don't respect him /hj

#i do think considering the lore and his backstory his respect and status was earned #but once you see a guy get a crush on a gopro because it beat him up well #(slaps him against the wall like a webkinz full of milk)

[isfjmel-phleg]

This is a personal post.

so many people I know are burned out I am burned out and I want to fix that but can't

why must everything be so stressful. for everyone.

#random personal stuff #I'm trying to be therapy for my mom & I'm concerned about my dad who probably wouldn't accept the help he needs even if you handed it to hi #so many issues but somehow my family is perpetually stuck in circles where people care more about their delicate little egos and preserving #the status quo than solving problems and caring about others as fellow human beings #not to mention the unhealthy relationship with work and constantly doing things in order to earn worth #my parents are run ragged and I don't know if anyone around them cares or if they themselves even know how to stop #I live six or seven hours away and can't be there often #but I'm not even sure how much help I could be even if I were there #on the other hand there's another part of me that wishes I could Fight people about The Nonsense #and drop a truth bomb on them like: You All Care More About [Trivial Thing] Than How You Treat Your Brothers & Sisters in Christ #(not that I would but it is tempting)

[n0brainjustvibes]

that charismatic smile by tub ring is an accord song

SCREAMS. IT EVEN HAS HIS FOLDERS.....

gonna rant, actually, because the depth and aptness of this suggestion has SO greatly exceeded my expectations.

THAT'S HIMB. GOD. details dude. AUGH. the love and care and satisfaction with which the singer sings this first line... yeah that's what it's like in his head! jeepers. "a corporation of yourself" is SUCH a good description for accord too.

This part fits his ambitious plans, and desire to get state leaders and experts and such on board with them and working together. Like, this genuinely is his vision. well, this and idk embezzlement or something but he Does want to better the world.

The repetition/parallelisms ("and soon"/"and now") here are SO important! This is his plan kicking off, and immediately going pear-shaped (in his eyes) because of the disorderly and uncooperative actions of other humans. He's catching on that his ideals will not be realised.

The backing here, too! The way it gets more urgent, more distorted, more staticky and chaotic! Combined with "and soon the room is filled with menial discussion", it hits. like. I should not be relating to Accord but god DAMN. to me that captures the sensory overload of a room full of people talking over one another, the frustration of your voice getting lost in an uncoordinated group, when they're all talking around in circles and getting nowhere. I'm chill about group projects, wdym? Anyways. It's SO easy to picture this as his Shard aggravating pre-existing frustration/OCD/overload when his plans go awry, especially with that backing.

And (accord would saw trap me for starting with an independent conjunction, but the 'net is a lawless wasteland, babey!) the worst aspect of that kind of situation is the feeling of losing control...

Which makes the next lines hit all the harder!!

"Rising above the noise" I think really is how Accord sees himself and the Ambassadors, his motive and methods of villainy, his everything. And, God, this line! That's Accord's power fantasy! This is what he dreams about at night! That loss of control was never real, you were just lying in wait, and you're going to control every aspect of this formerly chaotic, terrifying, choking world.

It will be beautiful.

These last lines are also perfect, because they (along with the new super intense backing) don't shy away from his villainy. Accord has power because Accord kills for his power. His "order" comes at the price of lives. Ruined on a whim! Cody wasn't even at the damn meeting! So, yeah, he plays rough - and I love how this ending not only acknowledges that, in tandem with his "perfect control" fever dream, but cements the two together as the very same thing. To Accord, Mr. Shardbound 2011, guy who calms himself down after seeing shitty architecture by fantasising about the most horrific ways to bring the building down, efficiency and order and control and brutality and destruction are one and the same.

Which is something I had never put together, until Tub Ring knocked it out of the goddamn park.

#accord #my scrunklyyy #he's SOOO fucked up #and not in a 'victim' way #in a twisted motherfucker way #my completely neutral neither sympathetic nor unsympathetic little meow meow #accord parahumans #we're accordposting tonight! #banger tunes for my blorbos #wormblr #this one EARNED its main tag status #iam so normal about accord #if I had read worm a few years earlier I would've had even odds of relating to him/Amy Dallon/Doctor Mother #i like to think i've had positive character development...

[aeide-thea]

so i went to reblog some fanart earlier and started to tag it #oh this is. incredible actually, and then paused and thought, @‍self why the 'actually.' what is that adverb conveying. and i contemplated it for a bit, and finally concluded: well, shit. it's reflexive deprecation.

the thing is, deprecation is my starting position pretty much always, and that's a problem in itself, but mostly my problem; but when you're talking abt somebody else's work, and you start backing defensively away from imagined negativity before anyone's even actually voiced any? you may think you're playing bodyguard, but in reality you're the vanguard of the assault, opening a wedge for enemy forces to strike.

i was talking a couple of weeks ago abt seeing ppl tag that kristin sue lucas name-multiplied-by-one post with tags like 'this is art To Me' vel sim., and honestly i think it's a similar sort of reflex—i think exposure to the tumblr vernacular often leads people (very much including me!) to produce turns of phrase like this, that ultimately serve to convey roughly

'i, a clever girlblogger,¹ am, yeah, engaging with this frivolous hai pollai²-coded material; but my relationship to it, unlike that of most she-ple, is Intellectual and Analytical and Examined! and to make that clear, i'll be dropping in these little verbal particles from time to time, in order to distinguish my own, elevated examination of the subject from the state of risible naivete³ i'm implicitly ascribing to the other, more ordinary audience members i'm conjuring up only to instantly put down—but like, it's fine, i'm a free-and-easy girlblogger(TM), so you can't think i'd ever deliberately propagate establishmentarian prejudices! never mind the effect my rhetoric might subconsciously be having, on me or on anyone else…'

and i think this framing is worth squinting at, and worth attempting to excise from one's speech and from one's mindset, because when you get right down to it? it's just yet another insidious manifestation of respectability politics, that's gotten people to adopt it via the cuckoo-chick strategy of positioning itself as cutesy tumblr idiolect.

and like, circling back around to that fanart i mentioned at the outset: yeah, the tag did feel weirdly prosodically truncated to me without that 'actually'! but this way, if the artist ends up seeing my discussion of their work in their notes, they won't be getting slapped in the face with a wet dead fish first, so like. what's more important, you know?

⸻ ¹ ""(gender neutral)"" ² https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoi_polloi in the feminine, if i haven't totally fumbled my declensions… ³ phrasing nicked from a comment of @‍proudheron's.

#anyway like. this for sure isn't the definitive post abt this #and really what i'm getting at is just another facet of 'self-deprecation isn't usually actually separable from disparaging others' #but i do think there's a particular subtle flavor of it here that's worth sticking under the microscope in its own right #for those of us who may have breathed it in without noticing‚ and now be spreading it‚ again without noticing‚ in our turn #i mean. obvs also extremely possible i just *think* i've put my finger on something important bc it's late! #but like. imagine tagging‚ idk‚ the winged victory or sth with 'this is art. to me' #it would be SUCH a weird rhetorical move! but consider: it's *always* a weird rhetorical move‚ actually. #bc fundamentally it's a speech pattern that's seeking affirmation of yr own taste/authority/status as Critic #at the expense of the thing you've evaluated— #like‚ you're going 'i think this is neat!! (but that might just be me 😔)' #and then other girlbloggers are supposed to be like 'yeah no i totally see what you mean!!!' and affirm you! but the thing is— #the '(but that might just be me 😔)' part doesn't just undercut yr discernment‚ it undercuts the praise *predicated* on yr discernment #so it's like. you're dissing yourself in a way that's supposed to earn you affirmation‚ which. is fucked up actually‚ lol :) #but—it's one thing when you do it to yourself; when you incorporate it into the foundations of yr compliment #you've actually totally undermined that compliment and rendered it an insult #(not to mention undermined the idea that the thing might have merit in itself‚ beyond yr authority to bestow or withhold— #like. if you're speaking in terms of what's good/deep/Art/&c To You? you've effectively already ceded the main field of universality #and retreated to defend only yr own walled garden—and implied you'll cede even that small ground if it's disputed) #so like. in the context of yr social relationship with yr followers‚ those sorts of qualifiers are affirmation-seeking moves— #though like. also ones that reinforce yr rhetorical passive-victim positionality‚ in a way you shd perhaps consider *not* reinforcing— #but in the context of yr interaction with an OP? they're negging. #and i just think like. i get it and i'm @-ing myself here as much as anyone else! but it's not‚ like‚ a healed-world way to behave. lol. #so like. consider: tagging things 'art' without the cutesy little qualifiers. praising things without the hedging. #i'm not at all good at that but. i'm going to try. #metatumbling #language #the psyche #'close readings no one needed for 300‚ alex' #(extremely tempted to just scrap this writeup tbh but like. the thinking was worth doing‚ so a record of it is worth keeping)