#✨️ nuance ✨️ and all that

[notachair]

MHMMMM it's basically this meme. Keypoint; based on, as it's not immediately wrong to rebutte objective inaccuracies, and they do have their own importance.

+ it would overall have benefits for all (your, others, and the potential future you/others, not that the latter point of "you" should have to be made) (& not to ignore different needs, some which may be conflicting).

I think the reason a lot of leftists struggle with disability justice is that they haven't moved past the concept that discrimination isn't bad because it's objectively "wrong." yes, sexists are objectively wrong when they try to claim women are dumber than men. yes, antisemites are objectively wrong that jewish people are inherently greedy and run the state. yes, racists are wrong when they try to claim that white people are the superior race. and so on.

but then with disabled people, there are a lot of objective truths to the discrimination we face. people with IDs/LDs do fall behind and struggle with certain concepts. physically disabled people are often weaker and less capable of performing demanding tasks than able bodied people. many of us with mental illnesses are more reckless and less responsible. a lot of us are dependent on others and do not contribute much "worth".

and guess what? disabled people still deserve a place in the world. disabled people still deserve the supports they need. because they are people, and that should be enough to support them and believe they deserve a place at the table.

if your only rebuttal against discrimination is its objective inaccuracies, you are meeting bigots where they are at. you are validating the very concept that if and when people are truly incapable of being equal to the majority, that means they are worth less. this causes some leftists to then try to deny the objective realities of disabled people and/or become ableist themselves.

your rallying behind marginalized groups should start and end with the fact that people are completely worthy of life and equity, because they are fellow human beings and that should, frankly, be enough.

[sebille]

I wonder what Zenos would have been like, had he grown up under different circumstances? Like, is he just evil/endlessly selfish to the core and that's the way he is as a person and everything about him and his actions were just inevitably going to happen no matter what - or, if given a chance, could things have been different?

[atinystaypixie]

Work Bully!Katsuki

18+, MDNI!!, Not Proofread!

Work Bully!Katsuki makes your day a living hell. Taking the parking spot you were heading to, making you ten minutes late trying to find another one. If he sees you rushing towards the elevator he makes sure to press the close button leaving you to wait for the next elevator. Anything you put in the refrigerator will go missing. He either takes it himself, offers it to someone else, or throws it away just to spite you.

Work Bully!Katsuki who the bosses love and praise. He’s running close as the top employee, but so are you which makes his blood boil. He hates how the bosses can’t just assign him to tasks alone, always wanting their two best to get everything done together.

Work Bully!Katsuki who takes your pens and files when you aren’t looking. You are left to wonder where you left them. Retracing your steps all the way back to the floor you just left. Checking desks, floors, and rooms you just left.

Work Bully!Katsuki that followed you to that room and locked the door. The floor was empty, you both left alone working overtime that night. The man’s cock harder than steel from setting your pretty figure in your skirt all day. Your body enticing him to run his hands over it and bend you over the nearest surface.

Work Bully!Katsuki who ignores your agitation with him as you lecture him about the continuous nuance he is being towards you. Walking up to you and trapping your body against the table in the room before speaking, “I fucking hate you”.

Work Bully!Katsuki who has you gripping his hair as he eats you out on the table. Your thighs squeezing around his head as you moan out in pleasure. His tongue working a number on you, making a mess of your cunt. Between his wet muscle licking every part it can reach and your juices flowing out, your inner thighs and his face are covered.

Work Bully!Katsuki who rips open your shirt exposing your breast to him. Your buttons landing all over the room as he pushes you toward the large copy machine in the room. Pulling down your bra, he gropes the flesh in his hands lowering your top half to the machine. Grabbing  your skirt and tugging it out of his way to relieve the ache in his cock.

Work Bully!Katsuki who turns on the copy machine as he’s thrusting his cock into your spongy walls. Your cunt massages his girth so well that he’s grunting and moaning at every stroke. He’s pushing as deep as he can go, balls hitting your pussy, thighs to thighs, and the sound of skin slapping rings throughout the room with your combined moans.

Work Bully!Katsuki who lets you cum on his dick as he tweaks your clit between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls out of you and makes you drop to your knees facing him. Taking his heavy cock in his hand and stroking it to the visual of your fucked out face.

Work Bully!Katsuki that releases his load on your face as if he is painting a pretty picture. Getting your cheeks and lips covered in him. He leans down and kisses your cum covered lips, pushing his tongue in your mouth. Swirling his cum with your saliva makes you both groan.

Work Bully!Katsuki who throws a wet wipe to you before turning to say, “fucking hate you.” The last thing you hear before he exits the room leaving you to finish getting dressed by yourself.

Work Bully!Katsuki who is smirking to himself as he holds the multiple copies of your pretty breast. Thankful that the copy machine did such a great job capturing his new jerk off material till he finds time to fuck you again.

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[ohwolfling]

There is nothing in Cyberpunk 2077 that suggests that Johnny Silverhand is 100% a liar or changing details in a way that would make the outlandish theories I see make sense.

1. CDPR adapted a TTRPG for their video game's narrative. Changes they made were made first and foremost for that purpose. While there are nods to canon that they don't use or changed, those are mostly easter eggs and not a grand conspiracy. Cyberpunk 2077 has a lot of intentional bread crumbing that people refuse to engage with but then turn around and Pepe Silvia for the sake of being edgy mostly.

2. On top of that, TTRPGs are made to be constantly adaptable for their table, which would at times include changing "canon."

I say this because if you refuse to engage with that, you can tap out. You're not gonna enjoy this and I don't want to argue with you. I'm just

✨️chit chatting✨️.

Anyway,

Johnny Silverhand becomes a polarizing figure to so many of y'all because you suffer from No Nuance disease. It's not an accident that Johnny is full of contradictions. It's not an accident that the story is full of people who both love Johnny and deeply resent him. That's the story!

To an extent, Alt, Rogue, & Kerry feel betrayed by Johnny because he was always going to do this.

"This" being cash in on a deathwish. If you yourself don't have a deathwish, then loving someone who does is immensely frustrating. Alt wasn't fucking around on the Net to the point of Arasaka noticing casually. Alt mirrors Johnny and would've done something revolutionary had NetWatch & Arasaka not figured her out & Arasaka weaponized her. Rogue doesn't (potentially) go down with you in the end for nostalgia's sake and doesn't go out in 2023 because Johnny's just her buddy. Rogue and Johnny share core beliefs. Rogue just didn't think dying would do any good and has no interest in being tortured by Arasaka or any other corpo or government agency (and I think it's reasonable to assume that after Johnny's death she did experience some of that, she didn't "sell out" for funsies after watching Johnny slip from her hands & Smasher stomp Johnny). Kerry is so fucking terrified of dying that he's living as a parody of himself and whatever the papers tell him to be if you never engage with him.

I see people argue back and forth about Johnny not really caring about stopping Arasaka and just wanting revenge for Alt, Johnny not really caring about Alt and just wanting to blow up Arasaka tower.

Hey, man, it can be both.

Johnny is physically and mentally disabled. He has a prosthetic arm, Arasaka brand, from a corporation that fuels the fucking war he found himself in and the dystopian hellscape he's struggling to navigate. Johnny knows first hand what this mass militarization means because he lived in it (and Adam Smasher is the anti-Johnny.) I don't know why it's a leap to think his guilt and grief over Alt might've been the final nail in the "If I'm going to do it, I need to be really sure it matters" coffin. For that grief and guilt on top of everything else to be the thing that makes him go, it has to be now. I have to try. I can't keep doing this.

The game itself confirms for you that JOHNNY WAS RIGHT ABOUT ARASAKA AND THE STATE OF NUSA! ABOUT THE WORLD! His rants are all factual. The writing he saw on the wall is now regular news bulletin. Like great writers of the cyberpunk genre, Johnny isn't a prophet but he is a guy who said, "this is what happens if we don't regulate, slow, or stop actions x, y, z by corporations, government entities, and rich people."

The thing Johnny is full of shit about is himself. The thing Johnny is full of shit about is that he can somehow want to save the world or die trying without risking hurting others or getting hurt himself. He's avoidant, violent, and terrified. The "narcissism," mean quips, and casually dehumanizing language is armor. And if you engage with Johnny, you see the mask slip a lot. He'll even take the mask off a few times (the sunglasses are so crucial to his characterization actually, such a symbol).

Cyberpunk 2077 has two large, sweeping themes that are most prevalent -

🔸️No individual can be big enough or woke enough or make a big enough spectacle to stop government and corporate sanctioned dystopia

🔸️the only thing you have is each other

and ALL OF IT is delivered in a wrapper of grief and loss.

Jackie doesn't die just to hurt your feelings. Jackie dies so that you and Johnny are on the same playing field. Lazarus and Orpheus.

Obsessing over an imagined central theme of "actually it was all Morgan Blackhand because on reddit Mike Pondsmith said" is just... I don't think you like Cyberpunk 2077. I don't think you processed a single thing in it. I'm not yucking your yum if that's fun for you to think about (I have my own means of putting Blackhand in a microwave) but this kind of... militant obsession with an alternate history in a game so full of its own stuff is brainrot.

[wyzzze]

One (slightly horrifying) thing I've learned from playing ZZZ is that the staff is VERY good at making characters that look one way but act in a completely unexpected way that has the ability to charm me.

For instance, before I started playing, I thought I wouldn't like Nicole. I thought she was going to be an overly shallow, snotty type that would be very "ohoho~" and annoying in a tropey way. And..she is "ohoho~" af but she's actually in a very delicate balancing act of being an absolute queen and a huge girlfailure and she steals the show whenever she's around. She's indeed vaguely all of the things you expect her to be but she does it in such a...charming way that she has me laughing and I'm ride or die w her now.

I didn't expect to like Lucy either! I thought she'd just be a normal tsundere but the one thing I've always really hated about typical tsunderes is their inability to be reasonable and how out of pocket they can be and Lucy...isn't like that. She's actually super reasonable and she sorta drives that ship. Calydon as a faction balances her traits out so well that when she barks orders it's like "ok yeah finally someone with common sense 😌✨️" if anything. She's still a princess-y tsundere but she missed the one trait I can't stand and that's kind of impressive to me tbh.

I didn't expect to dislike Seth per se but I didn't expect to like him that much either...he's a cop (his biggest sin) and he's...peppy. Which...isn't a sin...but it makes me (who is fucked up and evil) soooorta wish for him to uhh. break. 😇 Just a little bit! As a treat!! But he got me too okay....like fuuuck whatever! Whatever!!! Wet sad catboy with No Friends and his family problems that keep making him say "is my family normal? 🥺 it's normal right?" whateverrr!!! Just get in the car, loser!!! 🤧 god!!

I didn't think I'd like Harumasa! I have complete trust issues with characters that look like him! I expected him to be more of a ~sunshine on the outside but dark on the inside~ yandere-leaning kind of trope based on looks. But he's actually one of my favorite character archtypes instead...he's literally a sleepy guy with a billion nuanced problems and a fucked life. My favorite fucking food!! I owe you an apology, Mr. Harumasa!! I wasn't familiar with your game!!

But perhaps the most surprising twist of fate is me liking Wise. Like, I did NOT have high hopes for this boy, okay. I was NOT a believer. I didn't expect either one of them to have that much personality. When I first saw Wise's design with my working eyes I thought ZZZ devs fucking hated him. I thought he was going to be stale bread in terms of personality.

But like, Look! Look at us now!!

He's like a brother to me.

On god, the other day I blocked somebody for saying he was ugly with no love in their voice.

This game is so dangerous is what I'm saying bc the writers know how to get me to like characters that I have an allergy for. I am a Hateful Hateful person and it just keeps happening. They're like my little meow meows now, watch out or it could happen to u!

[coeluvr]

I love all of the RO options, but I’ve just gotta say that you do not get enough credit for writing what is (in my opinion) one of the best — if not the best! — friendships in any IF I’ve ever read. The MC and Fadiya’s friendship is so well-written and has actually become one of the things I look forward to the most even on top of the romance. Their relationship just feels real and nuanced and I can’t help but put myself in MC’s shoes when they reflect on how precious their friendship is to Fadiya. Thank you so much for giving us this friendship! You are an amazing writer all-around, you deserve all the kudos 💕

This is really sweet, thank you for your kind words! 💗

I really wanted their friendship to have meaning in it since it's a set thing and I know that makes some people mad lmao 😭 the least I can do is make it have some nuance and optional issues in it. ✨️

I'm really happy it means that much to you!

[graceofgondor]

since a couple of you (@nectarinesinthesun444 @perksofbeingpoet) asked, I figured it was worth posting

my dps ✨️hot takes✨️

disclaimer bc people get mad: these are just my opinions, if you disagree, that's okay!! people are allowed to coexist with different opinions. this is a post for friendly discussion only. please don't start discourse or block me just bc you disagree, I enjoy the fact that we all interpret this media in our own way. thank you.

alot of people flat out don't understand charlie as a character and mischaracterize him as a result. (hint: if you see him as just the funny one you need to watch the movie again)

I dislike movie knox just about as much as book knox. he's still entitled and selfish, and I don't think he deserved redemption. (I simply cannot see him in a fanon lens, I just don't like him)

I do however, wish he was written better. In that his character became all about chris, and less about his friends, which lost his character a bit, because occasionally I do see the potential.

while i like her more... i dislike chris. I obviously feel bad for what happened to her, but she is kind of a shitty friend if you think about it. she was constantly ditching ginny for boys (ergo: why i don't ship them) and quite literally cheated on her boyfriend, who was in fact, her friends brother.

relating to that, chet may be a meathead asshole just in general, but he did absolutely nothing wrong when it came to knox and that is a hill i will DIE on.

oh!! hey!! we shouldn't joke about the paddling scene!! literally ever!!!

the "except sex" line is taken way too far. it's not (canonically) gay. boys joke about sex. let's move on.

relating to that... i don't fault anyone for shipping anything legal—but some ships simply have no evidence in canon. (knarlie, chrisginny) and I'm absolutely terrified to say that... but it's true

in that same vein, many people mistake charlie's disapproval toward knox's methods with chris (especially the phone call scene) as jealousy—when in reality, it's just that—disapproval. this is a bit of an inconsistency issue, because this was much more evident in the book/original script—that charlie tended to push knox around a bit, especially about that, but regardless it's still disdain.

charlie isn't in love with everyone. he's just like that.

also— sexuality headcanons are also obviously fine. but if you say charlie is bi/gay/etc. ONLY (allow me to repeat—ONLY) because of his flamboyant tendencies, that is extremely stereotypical and rubs me so far the wrong way.

its okay to not like cameron for what he did. obviously he's not pure evil, but people are allowed to dislike a character for doing a bad thing. its not okay to be ignorant, but it is, in fact, okay to understand and still dislike a character.

already went over this kind of, but literally every poet (+the girls) gets mischaracterized and/or generalized on a large scale. like, why is half the fandom convinced pitts is braindead? and somehow, todd is incapacitated and has anxiety about everything?? I feel like the movie makes a point to say that these characters are nuanced and multifaceted, and yet they continue to be shoved into one box like two-dimensional high school archetypes.

[rosetterer]

i am really excited to see s8, given how both tommy got reintroduced and gerrard got the captain position again in s7. this is a storyline that is really exciting and holds a lot of potential for all main characters, including tommy. the fact that gerrard ties hen, chim, and tommy together specifically is sooooo cool, and i really want to see that trio address their past and heal some more on screen. it's the first storyline in a long time (imo) that feels truly earned and well-established, and omg i hope sm that they will really allow all the important and nuanced life lessons to shine through with this. also tommy backstory maybe? tommy lore?? bucktommy development??? i am exciteeeeed ❤️

I know a lot of people are like fuck gerrard and "can we get rid of him quickly?" but like ✨️the drama?✨️, ✨️the plot??✨️ I am here for it!

His actions will affect everyone and I'd LOVE tommy, hen and chimney scenes! Gimme all the Tommy back story! Give me Hen and Tommy talking about queerness, even if it's just a small moment 🥰

[idlebirdsparagon]

Musings On Sacrifice And Happiness Regarding Ram & Bheem

@hag-lad this snowballed a bit and took me a few days, but I was not making empty promises in the tags; it is done.

All right folks. This little analysis was inspired by this post by @enigma-the-mysterious and is an exploration of Ram and Bheem's attitudes toward their mortality and potential deaths. Neither of these two knuckleheads (affectionate) seem even the least bit apprehensive at the thought of their own deaths and I want to unpack that.

Content warning for talk of death, and disregard for personal safety, as per the movie.

Bheem: "I'll die with pride."

[Note: this section will be a little less of a deep dive into subtext and deeper meaning/conjecture and more a general explanation of the text, mainly because Bheem, barring the necessity of his Akhtar persona, functions narratively as the "what you see is what you get/I said what I meant" type. But it's fun to talk about him, and I'm making a culminating point at the end of this so I need this here for the sake of ✨️balance✨️]

Given his role as the protector for the Gond people, I would argue that it's reasonable to assume Bheem is, at any given point, ready to sacrifice himself for those he considers to be under his protection, whether directly a part of his tribe or not, especially based on the description of the protector given by Venkat Avadhani; yes Bheem is often likened to a tiger within the fandom (I do this too), but I think the imagery presented of a man willing to break a tiger's teeth and pry open its jaws to save someone is incredibly visceral and indicative of how far Bheem is willing to go as just one person.

Bheem lives with the knowledge that there's always a high chance that he will die as a natural outcome of his role among his people, as evidenced by how he doesn't promise his return when comforting Ram, saying instead "If we get out safely, I'll come meet you again."

And if he dies for the sake of ensuring that others get to live, that's a net positive for him; his purpose as protector fulfilled.

His entire line to Ram before he leaves to rescue Malli is a verbal acknowledgement of how much love he holds for his friend and an assurance to Ram that he'll have comfort in his final moments should they come to pass; he's not actively seeking to die, and he'll do his best to avoid dying, but he won't deem it an untimely tragedy should it happen. And having forged such a close friendship with Ram, that's another net positive he's been party to, so he can die with pride having done his job and holding the memory of Ram in his heart in his final moments.

Ram: "I will die gladly, Uncle."

I'm not gonna ease into this idea, I'm too eager so I'm just going to lay it out: Alluri Rama Raju does not live for himself and does not pursue his mission with his wellbeing in mind. Ram operates under the notion of being an instrument of the revolution and, even in times of his most heinous acts, regards himself as such rather than as a person. This is ultimately a topic for another dissection, but to tie it into the point of this post: when a tool breaks, do you weep? Does the tool?

I'm not going to wax poetic about material loss versus emotional loss; there is a nuance there that begs for a much longer word count. However, I will underline the point I'm making about Ram and how he regards his life.

Ram is given the mantle of being the weapon of the revolution at a very young age and we are told that he has worked for 15 years toward his (and his father's) goal; if you subscribe to the ideology that your life is that of a tool meant to achieve a goal, rather than as evidence of a living being, how will that change how you regard that life? Is it something precious outside of the mission?

Ram has a severe reckless disregard for his personal safety; jumping into a throng of protesters with nothing but a lathi as his weapon/protection being the biggest example of this.

(look at him go. wild. i'm armchair diagnosing him as clinically unwell.)

Ram is well aware of his prowess as a weapon and that gives him the confidence and internal permission to take wild risks without a moment's hesitation; he also knows that, ultimately, a weapon, if broken beyond repair, is replaceable; while he isn't looking to break himself, he certainly isn't being precious with his existence either.

And I would posit that he functions on a day to day basis under the need to accomplish his mission, get the weapons for his people and expel the British; beyond that? I wouldn't put money on Ram having planned for the future, or even having thought of making it to whatever future might be there for him. Though this idea is more of a headcanon than anything else; feel free to agree with or dismiss it as you like.

Then comes his ideological shift in the face of Bheem's rousing defiance of the Empire, and Ram's participation in it, in front of the people of Delhi at the whipping post.

Ram is forced to reckon with the fact that in his bid to be the weapon that brings about the downfall of the British Empire, he has effectively put that weapon into the hands of the enemy and allowed it to be wielded against the people he has been trying to liberate, and he knows this. The thought has been building for some time, as evidenced by his letter to Sita, but being ordered to flog Bheem expedited the process of cementing it as truth, with the final acknowledgement of that truth happening during Komuram Bheemudo.

But what to do with that realization?

What do you do when your purpose is thrown at your feet and you're forced to look at the culmination of your life's efforts as something that has been horribly corrupted and been rendered ultimately impotent? Let's me be specific with this rhetorical bit: What is Ram meant to do when looking at his guilt made manifest in the wounds littering Bheem's body, put there by his hand? Guilt that has been looming over his actions since his final shot in his village at his father's back?

(do you ever think about the fact that they show us the moment Ram stopped genuinely smiling until the day he met Bheem?...i do)

After the flogging Ram says Bheem is a volcano; I want to take that metaphor and turn it in my hands a bit to say I'd regard Bheem more as the catalyst for the eruption of people in Delhi, the introduction of magma into the chamber that triggers the previous buildup to come rushing forth; again another analysis for another time. Suffice it to say Bheem's actions and defiance in the face of the British and his torture incite immediate and tangible results in a way that Ram's methods from the inside never have and never would have been able to.

Here's where I'm going to bring it back to the idea of Ram and his happiness to potentially die for Bheem

Ram pins his hopes of a successful revolution onto Bheem. He doesn't seem the type to excuse failure in any capacity in regard to himself, and he has just been made painfully and undeniably aware that what he has been doing for the past 4 years has not been working; time to effectively decommission himself as the weapon. And if he dies, well, such is the way of things, no? Ram is beyond skilled in a great many things, especially combat, but I doubt he's ever regarded himself as invincible, he gets hurt too badly and far too often for that to make sense. Luck eventually runs out. He can do what needs to be done, he has every confidence in that, but he's aware of the possibility that doing so will come at the cost of his life. And with all that he has done up to the point of his about face after Bheem's flogging, he's more than ready to pay that price in his own blood.

Ram's life is not his, at least not by his estimation, and if he can keep Bheem alive, his own life is fine to be forfeit. He can die happy knowing Bheem still lives, with the added bonus of knowing the revolution will continue in his absence. At least in death he will have successfully done something good for his people and country.

To Summarize:

Both men are at peace with the idea of their respective deaths: Ram ultimately because he doesn't see his death as a loss if Bheem is still alive, and Bheem because he doesn't see his death as a tragedy if it means saving the life of another, especially with the knowledge that he can hold his friendship with Ram in his heart as he dies.

Though of course, within the context of the movie, neither of them has to die for the other, and I like to think that after the events of the movie they will gladly keep each other alive and never even think to regard doing so as a burden.

And that's where I'll end this analysis. If you made it this far, or just skipped to the summary, thank you for reading!

[emometalhead]

It's time for my annual New Year's post!! I hope everyone finds peace and fun as we enter 2025. Sending good vibes all around 🩷✨️.

As per tradition, I want to express my gratitude for my lovely friends here. (In alphabetical order by url.)

@awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands - Alessia!! You are such a sweetheart. You are such a caring, kind person, and you're so beautiful inside and out. I am extremely lucky to have you in my life. You are a wonderful cheerleader for my successes, and I can only hope I provide the same enthusiasm for your life. I'm so proud of you for completing your schooling earlier this year, and I'm even prouder that you were able to dedicate your time to subjects that interest you so greatly. Your talent, creativity, and determination are inspiring. You are going to do amazing things, and I hope this coming year brings lots of joy and success. Love you 🩷🩷

@born-to-lose - Hiiii Mel 😘. Here's to many more concerts, musical discoveries, and fun flirtatious moments in 2025. You deserve all of the best and most enjoyable experiences in life. You're so smart, so talented, and so dedicated to your passions. I am in awe of you, always. It's actually so rude that you're so lovely and incredible. Also you're hot. Like girl, what can't you do? Love you forever 💍. I'm excited to see what this year will bring for you. I hope it's lots of joy and success in your endeavors. You're creative, talented, have great taste, and you're such a likeable person. I know you'll amount to great things, and it is so cool to have a glimpse into your life.

@day-trippin-dreamer - Tina!!!!!! I tell you all the time how much I love you and how amazing I think you are. It still bears repeating. You are one of my favorite people, and your friendship means more to me than you'll ever know. I am giving you the biggest virtual hug. Thank you for being there for me for so many years now. I know I can always count on you when I'm down, and I can always count on you to be just as excited as me when good things happen. Also you have such good taste, and it will always be an honor to be your friend and mutual. Here's to another great year of friendship, and hopefully lots of lovely lovely things in your future. ILY ✨️🩷

@doctorqueensanatomy - Hello my dearest, Sheamus! We've been friends for a few years now, but the way in which our friendship has blossomed this year has been so beautiful to me. I live for our life updates and spirited conversations about media, the effects of Capitalism, our regional quirks, and literally anything and everything else. I'm eternally grateful for you. I so badly wish I could snap my fingers and transport across the world to hang out with you. I'm always impressed by your thoughtfulness and ability to talk through situations. You are so smart, brilliant, and fun. I hope you know how much I love you. May this coming year bring us even closer. 🥰🥰

@duffmckagans - Hi Kelsey!! 😁 I'm so glad you're back on here!! Your presence brings a calm and bright energy into my life. We have had such a good few years of friendship despite the chaos surrounding both of our lives. After a bit of separation this year due to the aforementioned chaos, I hope 2025 will bring us closer than ever. I love how easily you understand my insane ramblings and the one million connections I make between media I love. You are so incredibly smart, insightful, and creative. I'll never stop being in awe of you. I also appreciate your willingness to be petty and dramatic with me. Multifaceted queen lol. Seriously though, I love you a ton, and I'm so happy you're in my life. I hope 2025 brings you stability and success. I'm always rooting for you.

@idontwanttospoiltheparty - Hi Fiona! I know we don't talk a ton, but your presence on my dash is always greatly appreciated. I love your takes, informed nuance, and analysis. It is clear how much thought you put into everything you care about, and that is admirable. I hope you know I genuinely take time to read and process everything you post, because it is always interesting. I hope this coming year is a positive one for you. I can't wait to see what you do or create next, and I'm sending good vibes your way. 🥰

@inquisitiveheretic - Hi Lee!! You've been around less this year, so I have really had to pay attention and appreciate when you're on my dash. Idk if you'll even see this, but I hope you do. I am wishing the best for you! I hope you're thriving irl. You will always be a person I hold a lot of respect for. It's been a long while, and I miss our chats. Just know even if we don't speak at all, I am always rooting for you. I hope lots of great media and interesting analysis comes your way in 2025. ♡♡♡

@losers-yurio - RYLIE!! I have no clue if you'll see this lol. I'm including you anyway. I will always always always be so grateful that we met. You will always be my first true Internet friend, and I'll never be able to explain the impact you've had on my life. I'm so grateful for you. It seems like you're absolutely killing it in college, and I'm so proud of you. You're such a kind, funny, and beautiful person. What an honor it is to even peripherally be in your life. I'm sending hugs and good vibes forever and ever. Here's to a wonderful new year ✨️✨️✨️

@nocturnal-light - Lynne, you impress me every single day. You're a great artist. Your drawings and crafts are always so cool, and it is an awesome thing to see. Your skating is so gorgeous. I'm so proud of you for everything you have accomplished with your skating career, and I'm so happy for you to have opportunities to do what you love. You are a ray a light, and I hope you know how much I adore you even though we don't talk too often. I hope you have a great 2025 full of music and fun. 🩷🩷

@no-fxn-club - Frankie!! Frankie!! Frankie!! You have no clue how often I think of you. Everytime I see cows, I think "Frankie would love them". Everytime I see a post where someone refers to a soda as a coke, I think of you. Everytime I listen to The Used or Set It Off or hear a southern twang, I think of you. You mean so much to me, and it is such an honor to know you. You have the best sense of humor, great taste in music, such a streak of creativeness, and it all cumulates in you being one of the best people I know. I am wishing you (and all your pets!!) a lovely, lovely 2025. 🖤🖤🖤

@only-a-heartbeat-away Hi Harlow! I think a lot of our interests have diverged, but I still have so much joy about us being mutuals. You're a really great person, and I love that we can still connect despite being in so many different fandoms. I love your passion about the bands you love, and I hope you discover even more cool music in the new year. I'm sending good vibes your way!! 🩷

@rebelrollerqueen - Hey Ren!! You haven't been around as much lately, so I hope you see this. I'm so proud of you. You are so intelligent, determined, and expressive. Your hair, makeup, and fashion are always above and beyond. Your taste in music is so good. Plus, you're a genuine, kind, and loving person. I don't care how old you become. I'll always be happy to be your Internet Mom. Seeing you grow over the last few years has been a beautiful thing, and I can't wait to continue seeing you move forward and succeed in life. Love you so much!! ♥️

@sohardlovingyou Hi Jori!!! You're my pop girlie icon forever. I love how tuned in you are to all the celebrity gossip and internet drama, and I love how happily you cheer on the people you're a fan of. Your blog is always a source of joy for me. It is so fun seeing your takes, and it's even more fun with how often our opinions overlap. You're such a fun person, and you're also gorgeous!! The whole package!! I hope you're winning in life, and I'm sending all the best vibes. May 2025 help us live out our poppiest fantasies. 💅🩷

@therockywhorerpictureshow - Hey Ella! 🥰 You're such a lovely presence on my dash!! I love getting little glimpses into your life. You have such adorable dogs. You are a baking icon. Seriously I want to eat everything you post 😭. If I ever find myself out East, I will seek you out for hugs and baked goods lol. You're so damn pretty it's actually crazy, and you're so sweet too. Just a lovely person overall. I'm so glad we're friends, and I hope 2025 brings you lots of good things. I'm so proud of you for going to school this year. It is an impressive and scary thing. You're pushing through and doing great. I hope you know I'm rooting for your success in all avenues. Love you!!

@xx-key-xx - Key, you're such a legend. You are the 2000s it girl of my dreams. You're so damn cool, and I love how much you're absolutely killing it. Your fashion, hair, and makeup are inspiring. I'm always happy to hype you up, and I can't wait to see what 2025 brings you for. I'm sending all the good vibes and energy your way. Let's party like it's 2005. 😎 Love you, icon!!

[drawing-in-teyvat]

I want to talk about Genshin's newest ray of sunshine, Mualani 🐟 ✨️

I loved her inclusion in the first part of the archon quest (I was tempted to summon for her but after 2 trials I decided her playstyle is not for me RIP), and in contrast to what many people have said I think she's a great representative for the personality of Natlan as a whole.

Spoilers below for people who haven't played Natlan but want to:

One thing I've seen people complain about, aside from calling Mualani just another generic happy girl which I disagree with, is that she didn't respond strongly enough to the news of Kachina's death and failed resurrection. I guess they feel like the appropriate response would have been for her to cry and yell?

I think Mualani's response was actually incredibly realistic given what we know about her upbringing and the situation in the nation. When Mavuika brings everyone in to explain the situation Mualani does, in fact, become angry. She doesn't become emotional but her demeanor changes compared to what we've seen from her previously. Her response does come across as muted though, which I think is entirely intentional.

Think about the other most important event we experience with Mualani, when she showed us around the People of the Springs village. Everyone from her tribe is just as laid back and happy as her and it seems like such a carefree place right up until we're suddenly attacked by the abyss. This is a regular occurrence in Natlan! The nation has been at war for 500 years and these people are used to fighting for their lives. The important thing to note though is Atea: when we finally find out the truth that Atea will die soon how does Mualani react? She has the same kind of muted reaction that she does to Kachina's death. She isn't angry over Atea but she also doesn't get visibly emotional over it.

I'm pretty sure this is because, well....

That's what happens when you experience trauma over and over again.

When I watched the AQ and got to the part with Mualani finding out about Kachina I remember thinking, "Well, that's a very realistic scene." Because that's how I think I would act too, in that situation. When you've been through hardship from a young age, eventually you just learn that getting emotional gets you nowhere. You might get angry but there's no point in wasting your energy yelling or crying. I think maybe some people might not catch on to that nuance, but I found it to be a great touch and made Mualani feel like a realistic character to me.

The OTHER thing I think is great about her, and another thing I relate to, is that Mualani IS a happy peppy girl! But she's clearly CHOOSING to be happy despite the circumstances. That's why I think she's a great representative of Natlan. The entire nation is experiencing this prolonged trauma and yet it isn't the desolate war-torn wasteland that many gamers were expecting. It's arguably the most fun, colorful, and energetic nation so far. Natlan is CHOOSING to be a place full of life, and I think that's a much better direction for the developers to have taken it compared to the alternative! It's all very interesting so far BRAVO.

TLDR: Mualani is actually a character with a decent amount of depth. Her unexpectedly muted reactions to terrible events actually say a lot about her! Her personality also makes a lot of sense for the setting!

Also, she's a baddie. She's never died in war and even Kinich thinks she's no pushover 💪

[ohlawdthebirds]

Sunday Morning

Butch!Soap MacTavish x gn!Reader

Synopsis: Two freaks (affectionate) go to church.

Cw: religious themes (this fic involves the nuances of two character's experiences with religion, namely Christianity/Catholicism). These views don't necessarily reflect my own, and they may not reflect yours either!)

Special thanks to @stellewriites for encouraging me every step of the way! This fic wouldn't exist without you💖🫂✨️Also, y'all should check out her fic that inspired this.

I highly recommend listening to Ethel Cain’s Preacher’s Daughter while reading this. I had Family Tree on repeat while writing, so if it feels like your bones are breaking and you taste blood in your mouth, that’s why.

Johanna “Soap” MacTavish was not a praying woman. Not normally, at least. Her years of seeing the horror the world had to offer, and her participation in them, stripped away what little faith she had remaining. And it wasn’t as though she’d never had faith.

She remembered being a wee bairn, legs kicking against the wooden pews as she listened to the hymns the choir sung. She remembered the smell of incense, the sting of the kneelers digging into her knees when it was time to pray, the way her hand flew through the motions when she made the sign of the cross.

It all meant something, once. A time where she felt that God was listening to her, that God even cared. If you asked her now if she thought that God cared, she’d respond that she had no idea.

She might even tell you she wasn’t sure if God was even real.

Add in being a huge lesbian and Soap found more than enough reasons to stay away from church.

And yet, when you come up to her on a random Saturday and ask if she’ll come to church with you, she finds herself agreeing.

“Ye take all yer dates tae church?” she quips. The joke is a feeble attempt at fighting back the rising panic in her chest. What she’s scared of, she’s not yet sure.

Soap notes the exhausted smile that crosses your face.

“Only the ones I really like,” you toss back. “But seriously, only come if you’re comfortable. I just…just felt like checking out that church a few blocks down the road.”

“Any reason ye asked me? Th’ others weren’t around?” It’s not that she minds, but Soap can’t seem to recall ever telling you she was religious. Or, at least, that she grew up that way. Maybe you pieced it together after glimpsing the cross necklace she kept tucked under her shirt.

“I don’t know, exactly. Had a feeling you’d understand my reasons for going. Thought maybe you’d get something out of it too.”

Before Soap can ask more about your cryptic answer, you make a beeline for the door.

“I’ll meet you outside your barrack at 0700 sharp. And I’ll bring breakfast!”

-

0700 comes sooner than she’d like. Soap wakes and dresses, pulling on a plain shirt and black cargos. Her feet are slipped into freshly cleaned boots, ones she stayed up an extra hour scrubbing the dirt from. Felt like bad manners to show up at one of God’s many houses and track filth in. Her hair has grown out past regulation length, but Price isn’t up her arse about it. A bit of water and a pea-sized amount of pomade nicked from Gaz helps tame her mullethawk.

For a moment, Soap wonders what she’s doing this for. She could have very well declined your offer. In some twisted way, she feels like a dog returning to its vomit; the church of her youth left her disillusioned and previous attempts to return felt like forcing open a locked door. She wasn’t sure why she even went back. Maybe it was for approval. Her parent’s or God’s, who’s to say? Her mother routinely asked if she kept up with her prayers and Soap never had the heart to tell her “Only sometimes.”

For all her doubt, Soap couldn’t help the occasional prayer for protection before embarking upon missions, and a word of thanks when the team made it back in one piece.

A knock sounds from the door. Soap grabs her jacket from where it hangs over her chair. Before she can fully cross the room, something tugs at the back of her mind. She remembers her gran’s rosary beads; the ones passed down after her death years ago. She digs them from where they rest in an ornate box stashed towards the back of her desk. They’re slipped from the box’s silk lining and gently lowered into a cargo pocket. Soap moves back towards the door, pulling it open to reveal you.

You’re dressed similarly, with nondescript trousers and a shirt with the logo of a band she’s never heard of. There’s a plastic container in your hands. You give her that same exhausted smile from yesterday and Soap wants nothing more than to cradle you in her arms. But, before she can, you pluck the top off the container and offer it out to her. The scent of cinnamon and sugar hits her nostrils.

“Ghost saved me a few of these. They’re from that bakery he’s been frequenting. Think he’s sweet on the bird that works there.”

Soap pulls out a cinnamon bun and immediately tucks into it. She wonders, briefly, if she should say grace, but this thought comes after she’s halfway through the pastry. Maybe next time.

You lead the way off base and down the road to a church Soap has passed many times before. It’s small, with stained glass windows and a tiny cross perched atop the steeple. The doors are open, and people trickle in. Soap notes how you hesitate before clenching your jaw and striding forward. She follows you up the steps and into the sanctuary where the two of you sequester yourselves in a pew farthest from the pulpit.

The smell of the church is a gut-punch of nostalgia, all old wood and onionskin paper. The cushioned seats of the pew are worn, threadbare, and do nothing to stop the varnished wood from pressing into your legs. Soap is surprised by how calm she feels. There’s none of the usual guilt and fear crawling under her skin and nestling into her bones. Peering over to you, the exhaustion in your eyes is still present, but you’re not as tense.

Soon enough, service begins, and the reverend takes to the pulpit. The congregation is led through hymns that take Soap back to her childhood. She finds herself swaying along with the rise and fall of voices. You do the same, albeit with less familiarity.

When they end, the reverend begins his sermon. It’s some variation of things Soap has heard before, an interpretation of Jesus’s teachings and how they relate to the modern era. She nods along at some points, frowning at others.

Jesus wouldnae say tha’, she thinks at one point. You, on the other hand, have a notebook out and scribble furiously across the page. When Soap leans over to get a closer look, you tilt the page towards her.

‘This guy’s a HACK’, she reads. It takes everything within her to hold back a laugh. You grin, continuing to write as quickly as the reverend speaks.

Communion is towards the end of the serivice. Soap had completely blanked on it being the first Sunday of the month. Her mother would be pleased to hear her wayward daughter had received the Eucharist the next time she called.

Congregants stand and shuffle into a line leading up to the pulpit. You end up in front of Soap, hands fiddling with each other while you wait in line. When you finally reach the front, you bow your head quickly before cupping your hands, left under right, to receive the rice cracker.

“The body of Christ,” the reverend says.

“Amen,” you demure, slipping the cracker between your teeth, chewing only twice before it basically dissolves. The reverend extends the chalice in his hands, full of red wine, and you accept it into yours, taking a modest sip. You move to the side immediately after and walk back to the pew.

There’s a slight nervousness stirring in Soap’s guts as she approaches. Her body moves through the movements on pure muscle memory, the “Amen” leaving her mouth without much thought. The cracker is dry on her tongue, the wine sweet in her mouth. She walks back to the pew feeling strangely renewed.

Service concludes soon after, with a parting prayer and a hymn for the road. The exit from the building feels less like an escape and more of an emergence into the late morning sunlight. Like Jesus on th’ third day from tha’ tomb, Soap muses wryly. When she turns to you the exhaustion seems to have been lifted fully. Your eyes are brighter, and a genuine smile graces your face.

“Hey, can I show you something? It’ll be quick,” you ask. Soap agrees, following close on your heels as you lead the way to the church’s garden towards the back of the building. It’s not lost on her that she’s been following you around for most of the day. Maybe, in some freaky way, you’re a shepherd that was sent to retrieve her back to the flock. If anything, Soap believes you have a slightly better sense of direction than her.

The church garden is small, with a wooden gazebo and stone benches dotted around the property. Flowers grow in manicured beds along the cobblestone path winding through the garden. Further in is a huge planter box crowded with fresh vegetables. A wooden sign leaned against the box advertises the vegetables as free for whomever wanted them.

You settle onto a stone bench. Soap wanders a bit more, ambling over to the planter box and plucking a tomato off the vine. She bites into it, eliciting a shriek of mock horror from you.

“Johnny! You’re just gonna eat it raw? You didn’t even wash it off!”

Soap smirks around the juice and seeds. “Not the only thing I eat raw, bon,” she jokes.

You grimace only for it to turn to laughter. Soap joins in, head tossed back and doing her best not to choke. Your laughter dies down soon enough, leaving the two of you to bask in the tranquility of the garden. Though it pains you to do so, you’re the first to break the silence.

“I come here sometimes, to pray.”

Soap finishes off the remnants of her tomato.

“D’you believe in it? Erm, in Him? In God?”

“Not sure. I think I’m trying to,” you hum. “I think… I want to. I want to believe in something bigger than myself, like it all means something, y’know? Like, this all has a purpose.”

“I get tha’,” Soap murmurs. “Been tryin’ tae figure this out for mysel’ fir a while. Grew up in th’ church, but things weren’t workin’ out.”

Soap turns to you, a question burning on her tongue.

“What’d ye mean yesterday, when ye said ah wid ken yer reason fir goin’ ‘ere?”

“I’ll be so honest,” you said sheepishly, “I kinda made that up. I just wanted someone to come with me and you were the first person that came to mind.”

Something warm blooms in Soap’s chest. She takes the opportunity to reach over and entwine her fingers with yours. You respond in kind, squeezing her fingers gently.

“Thank you for coming with me,” you say. “I don’t know if I’ll keep coming here going forward, but I wanted to try at least once.”

“And if ye ever dae come again…I dinnae think I’d mind comin’ with.” Soap says.

And, in a moment of bravery you didn’t think you possessed, you lean over to press your lips against hers. The kiss is soft and warm, much like the sun on your skin. Soap tilts her head to deepen the kiss when someone clears their throat loudly. The two of you jump apart and come face to face with the reverend.

“Pardon me,” he says bashfully, “But the gardens are due to close in a few minutes. I apologize for, uh…interrupting you two.”

You grin. “Not a problem! We’ll be on our way.”

Soap’s hand stays in yours the whole walk home, kisses snuck in every step of the way. You separate briefly when you get to the barracks, promising to meet back at hers once you’ve changed into something more comfortable.

Soap kicks off her boots and swaps out her clothes for a much rattier shirt and gym shorts. You return the same way, swaddled in a huge shirt and baggy joggers. You both slip under Soap’s covers for the most sacred Sunday ritual of all: naptime. Before Soap can fully snuggle in, she remembers the rosary still in her cargo pocket. She’s out the bed before you can protest, hand reaching in and cradling the rosary after fishing it out.

The box sits open, patiently awaiting its treasure. Soap makes the sign of the cross with it, pressing her lips to the metal crucifix before arranging it back within the silk lining. You welcome her back into bed with open arms, pulling her against yourself. Sleep beckons the pair of you in, letting the rest of the day drift by.

Johanna “Soap” MacTavish is an occasionally praying woman. For what could possibly be the first time in her life, she lets herself bask in the moment. There’s no panic in her chest, no fear in her heart. If heaven is real, she hopes it’s a lot like this.

If God is real, she hopes He’s a lot like you.  

[bigshunt]

*staggers into the doorway, blood dripping from my nose and mouth*

it's race week my dudes.

Interlagos my beloved chaotic QUEEN. Let's go!

No nuance top 3

1. Charles

2. Carlos

3. Max

Sprint top 3

1. Charles

2. Carlos

3. Lando

🚗 🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎

Silliness below. If I contradict myself, No I didn't! This is all just vibes ✨️

Realistic

- Haas are gonna have a GREAT weekend. Double points finish again. (I shan't elaborate. I feel like getting too specific with Haas scares their luck away.)

- Lawson continues to collect enemies. (Even after being told off last weekend. Which. Lol)

- Oscar continues his mini flop era. (Sorry pookie but if it's as wet as predicted only the big boys are gonna be meaningfully competitive. He's just a baby your honour!)

Unrealistic

- Max Verstappen wet Brazil masterclass 2Fast2Furious. (Either through massive quali fuck up or time penalties similar to last week we get to see Max claw his way through the pack again and it will be very sexy.)

- Yuki finishes the race... 🙈 (babe I'm sorry but you need to step ya pussy up. This can't keep happening.)

- Max AND Lando DNF (I know I put Max in the top 3 but I actually think there is a non-zero chance he and Lando crash out this race. They're in a perpetual game of chicken right now and Lando is deffo reaching a point where he's either gonna just NOT MOVE when Max shoves him or start shoving back.)

Unhinged

- Hamilton win. (HEAR ME OUT. First of all it would be fun. Second of all, merc are slowly getting a handle on their beast of a car, maybe they've worked some magic this week.)

- Perez OUT Colapinto IN. (Lol and indeed ha ha. Lmao even.)

- Haas podium. (I shant elaborate but... lots of dnf's 💞)

[thewrothode-if]

Okay so i played aloooot today.

1stly. Welcome back officially lol i know you've been back on tumblr for a bit but i honestly did miss your writing alot and it was a big treat to read. Thank u!

2ndly why the fuck did no one tell me we got 2 more ROs??? I was like who the fuck is this guy 😭🤣

3rdly, jesus. But the variables, tho. The difference between playing a male vs. female MC is soooo vast. The level of respect, the dialog, and the vibe are so much more nuanced being a female MC because i feel it's even worse with our daddy dearest resembling our mother. I do like the male MC doing enemies or more a one-sided enemy lmao to lovers route with our fathers favorite Gungir, tho because i hate him so much more as a dude than as a girl.

And he's so damn baby girl coded it's annoying to not like his ass. 🙄

Thyra is so rude to my poor MC. Like girl i didn't say shit! 😒

And Anne is the sweetest omg i fucking love her.

I am so thankful you implemented the turning off heart options because i flirted with too many people again.. so i started over.

And thank u for giving us so many save slots. Because i don't know how people play with 3 or 5 when you have so many variables in the game or so many ROs. I appreciate u!

I played so many different versions. Like i found a pendant then i didnt and cldnt figure out how the fuck i got that in the first place. Then i found the weird cloth and got lost and people called me mad. And i wanted to deck that annoying ass dude. And the fight vs the non fight and how you only get it on a single route is so cool. I like that none of what you wrote was mere copy and paste!

This was an experience and a joy and i stand by what i initially said i love all the ROs but be it a male or female MC i would kill all of them out my way when Raud shows up. ❤️😍

You did so well, and i loved every second of it, and i am really glad to be able to consume your writing once more. Truly 😇✨️🙌

You are literally the light of my day, the light of my life. Thank you so much for being so excited about what I write! I love you so much man.

There are A LOT of variables and I fear there will be a lot more. You can't stop me.

I speak with my whole chest when I say this, Gungir is literally the most babygirl coded man I have ever written. It's insane and I love it. And Thyra is rude, but please there's a reason behind it. 😭 Now I'm soo excited to write the scene where you meet Raud in the next chapter!!!

All I have to say is that the main skill you choose in the prologue is very VERY important. There is a lot you can miss, but also a lot you can gain. I wanted to make every choice matter, but my addiction to variables is something I need to keep in check. HELP ME.

[oxusla-rue]

what i did notice is somehow Posideon is supposed to be sooooo different than all the gods in terms of their kids meanwhile Ares now hates all kids and Athena is being emotionally abusive and hostile with Annabeth bec she "embarrassed her" and its irritating. it's Frustrating. as someone who doesn't just look at the myths as some ✨️story✨️ but rather a part of an ancient culture that shaped thousands of years but even then with JUST the myths Ares was a girl dad 😭 and as much as I like Annabeth it's just weird for a notoriously maiden goddess to be having kids idk

ik it's for kids but I feel like Rick could have handled nuance with the Greek gods better without just being yet Another American fucking up mythology and erasing cultural context

[danisnotonfirebrand]

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