#And then there's a bunch of other shit that annoys me

[twopoppies]

Hello there!!!!

So yeah, I got blocked by Louis on Twitter too. I’ve never posted anything about the kid cause honestly, I couldn’t care less, but after one of his Twitter rants, I suddenly found myself blocked. It happened the same night he replied to that “chicken parmesan” tweet, just to give you a context. I didn’t reply to any of his tweets about Larry or the kid, and I never posted anything disrespectful. But my profile picture was one of those old “fetus Larry” photos, which is obviously why I got blocked.

While talking to other people, I found out loads of fans got blocked that night too. And not just people who had said something about Larry or Freddie, but also those who just had icons of him and Harry, or even just Harry. I think he expected people to kick off and make a big deal about being blocked, but that didn’t really happen. The weirdest part? He didn’t even block the person he replied to, just a bunch of random people instead.

Honestly, that whole thing made me take a step back from him as an artist. I can’t lie, it hurt. It just feels so immature and unfair to treat fans like that, especially the ones who have always supported you and made it possible for you to do what you do. What annoys me even more is that most of the “Solo Louis” fans, no matter how nasty they are, never seem to face this kind of treatment.

WTF? That's the most childish thing I've ever heard. I was so pissed at him after the Chicken parm thing. I'm sure he would have blocked me if I was on Twitter. I really don't get this at all. Ironically, years ago, I remember him blocking people who said shit about Harry. But he was also in his early twenties then. This is a 33-year-old man we're talking about. I truly don't get what he's trying to do.

[itsnathateasy]

"a slip of the tongue"

in which these aot characters tell you that they love you on accident, early relationship includes: eren, armin, jean, ymir, hange, levi & erwin warnings: mentions of alcohol word count: 3,5k

massive thank you to @satorella for requesting this cause i was in a terrible writer's block hehe hope you like it!🧁

“You shouldn’t have done that and I did warn you, y/n! Don’t try and blame it on me now!” Eren yelled from the bedroom. He was right, he had warned you not to plug a bunch of energy intensive devices at once. This place was old and the high power demand often resulted in you literally staying in the dark for a while. “And what was I supposed to do? Stop cooking or turn the radiators off?” You said, annoyed. This house really did suck and your current situation had become a common occurrence. “The landlady said you’d better use the off-peak electricity. But do you ever listen...” He said as he rummaged in the dark, probably looking for his phone. “You’re not being fair now. I haven’t caused any trouble in weeks! It’s not my fault the system is shit!” You noticed a bright light, meaning Eren had found his phone. The light quickly illuminated the panelboard, right next to the bathroom door. Eren flicked a couple of switches, then walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you to the living room. “Take a seat, I’ll call the landlady again, tell her I’ll have to go check in the basement too.” “Do you really have to?” You pouted. Usually, the tech thingy he did in the panelboard was enough to get your house back to normal. Apparently, this was one of the times when it didn’t suffice. “I love you too much to have you electrocute yourself on accident, y/n.” He typed the landlady’s number and waited for her to respond. You waited and waited, but she wouldn’t pick up. Defeated, he let his weight fall next to you on the couch. “Looks like we’ll have to use an extra jumper today, y/n. Can’t go down in the basement without her permission. Not after she called the cops on me the previous time!” You both laughed as you recalled the incident. “Want me to go ring her doorbell or something?” You offered. In all honesty, you felt bad for causing this much trouble again. “Not yet. I’ll call again in a bit. In the meantime… We could cuddle for a while? It’s always better when it gets a little bit chilly, don’t you think?” You scoffed, opening your arms so he could snuggle in your embrace. “Can you also run your fingers through my hair? I like it when you do that.” He said, eyes turning towards you, a pleading look on his face. “Demanding, aren’t we?” You said as you thread your fingers through his messy hair. “Well, do you still want me to sort your electrical problems miss? Cause I could leave this very instant!” “Ah, you could? You literally begged me to cuddle you and touch your hair! And don’t think I didn’t catch that “I love you too much” you spilled earlier, mister!” You heard him gulp and he immediately stood up, trying to escape you. “Aaand that’s my cue to call your landlady again!” “Won’t you rather cuddle now that it’s getting chilly, Eren?”

Armin’s head was gently pressed against your belly, your hand rummaging through his soft, blond hair. Tangled with each other under the covers in bed, you were watching a film and attempted to calm down together after a long day. “Unbelievable how Regina manipulated everyone so successfully! Is that were you get your tricks from?” He joked as he turned his face up towards you, making sure he caught your reaction. “I’m manipulative?!? Whoa, Armin, and here I thought you loved me!” He giggled as you pushed him away from you, throwing the blanket over him, completely covering him. He was quick to uncover himself and stood on his knees in front of you as you did your best to push him away with a pillow. “I do love you! But it’s funny cause you always make me do whatever you say. I’m powerless when it comes to you. You say “I want muffins”, I’m baking them. You say “Let’s watch Mean Girls” and I’m in your arms like a baby. I’m “head empty, only y/n” when it comes to you! And don’t deny it, cause I know you love it too!” He was finally able to steal the pillow from your hands, only to throw it back on you, commencing a vicious pillow fight. You struggled to catch your breath between your fake fight and fits of laughter. When your battle was over, you plopped yourselves back on the bed, tired from all the fighting, Armin’s head in your lap again. “You know, that’s your first time saying that you love me.” “I haven’t said it yet? Though I do mean to. Just don’t want to come off real strong, you know? We’ve only been dating a few months and-” “Armin! You said you loved me but that you’re useless when it comes to me or something!” “Hey, I never said useless!” He jumped up to face you as he spoke. “Oh, so you DID say you love me?” Armin sighed, burying his face in his palms. “God, I’m such a simp!” He exclaimed before you pried his palms open to inspect his face. “Looks like someone needs a kiss!” To which he nodded yes, of course.

It was normal for Jean to call you at random times during the night, but waking up to 19 missed calls from him was a first. That’s what happens when you leave your phone on dnd while your boyfriend is out with his friends. It was only 6am and you were woken up by the howling wind. That scared you even more. What if he’d had an accident last night? He was supposed to be out, yet he didn’t text at all, only called. Trying to keep your composure and not jump to conclusions just yet, you pressed on his contact and waited as the phone beeped. It didn’t take long for him to pick up and before you knew it, you were introduced to loud voices and laughter. “Jean what the fuck? You called me like a million times!? Are you okay?” “Slow down, y/n!” He slurred and hiccuped as he spoke, taking pauses between each word. “Why didn’t you pick up – hic – the phooone?” “Jean are you still out? Who’s with you?” “Tsk, just… Just me and the guys… We’re at Connie’s – hic – place.” “Are you guys serious? You’ve been drinking since last night and it’s 6am Jean!” “Tsk Y/N! Don’t – hic- be a party pooper! I only – hic – wanted to speak to you!” You sighed, rolling your eyes. If he could see the look on your face now, he’d definitely sober up. “Ugh… Okay, Jean. What did you want to talk to me about?” You were being impatient now that the fear of him potentially being hurt had vanished. He was drunk and probably a bit more silly than usual. “I only wanted to say – hic – you mean the world to me and – hic – I want to always – hic – be with you and marry you one day – hic – because I really really really - hic – love you and if you don’t love me – hic – I’ll kidnap you out of love – hic – and then I’ll marry you myself! Why are you – hic – laughing, y/n? Don’t – hic – you love me?” Yeap, he was being extra silly. “No, Jean, I do love you. But, tell me, is anyone holding their camera towards you right now?” “Ah… Yes, Eren! Do you love Eren, y/n?” “No, Jean! Listen, I’m coming to pick you up, okay? Try and find your shoes and coat, yes?” You heard him giggle on the other side of the phone. “So you’re coming to pick me – hic – up because you love me?” “Yes, Jean. I’m coming to pick you up because I love you!” “Gaaah I can’t believe you – hic - said it first! I called you – hic – a thousand times so that – hic – I could tel you I love you first!” This wasn’t real, he couldn’t possibly be this drunk, could he? “Just find your shoes, will you? I’ll be there soon!” “Hm… Because you love me?” Obvious would be an understatement for the goofiness in his voice.

Being distant was typical Ymir behaviour. But being this distant wasn’t. She’d been ignoring your texts the entire day and when you finally built up the courage to call and confront her about it, she simply said how “work was killing her” and that she “didn’t have time to chat today”, even thought she read all of your messages on the spot. You hadn’t fought or anything, but since the night before, Ymir was shying on you all of a sudden. Eager to find out what was going on, you decided to wait for her to be done with her shift in the convenience store where she worked. She should be done in about an hour and you still needed some time to get ready and actually get there. You did as fast as you could and soon you where in front of the store. You caught a glimpse of Ymir in her uniform, apron, cap and everything. Luckily, she noticed you too and gave you a shy smile, motioning you to come inside. “Look who’s here! Ymir never tells me when you’re gonna pay us a visit, y/n!” Ymir’s boss was gross, always trying to hit on the both of you. “Yeah, I guess there’s no reason to tell you about when exactly her partner is gonna show up, right?” That was enough to make him walk backwards, hands up in defence. As you walked closer to where Ymir was preparing an order, you gave her a soft “hey” and a smile, waiting for her to make the next move. “Hey!” She responded and poured some cream on a coffee cup before firmly pressing the lid on it. “Busy, huh?” “Yeah, it has been. Sorry I’m not responding much, y/n.” “It’s just… It’s not like you to be this way, Ymir… Did I do something to piss you off?” She avoided looking at you, which wasn’t a good sign. “No, y/n, you’ve been nothing but amazing… As always...” Lidding one more coffee cup, she rang the bell notifying the customer that their order was ready. A tall man walked towards you and grabbed the two cups, thanking Ymir and leaving her a tip in the tip jar. “Then what is it, Ymir? I can tell something’s off so better tell me now cause I won’t be satisfied until I know what’s wrong!” “Can’t you wait until-” “No, Ymir! I can’t wait!” You crossed your arms and waited for her to respond. “Fine, fine… Remember how last night before we went to bed, we said goodnight?” You raised your eyebrow at her (silly?) mention of your goodnight routine. “Yeah… We literally say goodnight to each other and kiss every time we spend the night together. What about last night?” “I uh… I kinda almost told you I love you and then I didn’t, so I sounded a bit weird and then you asked me about it and I said something about owing you money, but honestly, I don’t know what I was saying because I was extremely nervous at the time and now I’m avoiding you because it’s too awkward to deal with this… Happy now?” The entire time Ymir spoke, your smile grew wider and wider as you realised nothing was wrong. Quite the contrary actually. “Well, I love you too, just so you know.” Ymir’s eyes grew wide, her lips forming and ‘o’ but no words at all. “You don’t need to say it back now. Do it when it feels right to you. And when you’re not too nervous about it. Okay?” You could tell her features relaxed at the realisation that there was no rush between the two of you. No need to fast forward. She smiled. “More than okay, y/n!”

Hange was hunched over the pot, stirring what was soon to be your soup. You’d been sick for a few days and they insisted on coming over to help however they could, even though you’d made it abundantly clear that you’d rather be alone. “It won’t boil faster if you stare at it, Hange!” “I know, I know! But I love seeing how those tiny oil spills move around. Wanna check it out too?” You scoffed. “You think it wise to have a sick person sticking their stuffy nose over a pot of soup?” Hange laughed at your comment, putting the lid on the pot, protecting it from your germs. “I guess you’re right. But hey, you shouldn’t be here anyway. Go lay back down!” You rolled your eyes, but didn’t have the energy to actually fight them. “In fact, you’re the one who isn’t supposed to be here.” Finding your spot on the couch, you turned the tv on and wrapped yourself up in your blanket. It really wasn’t a good idea to have Hange around in your state, but you were so grateful that they did come to help you. Even if they hadn’t spontaneously decided to cook for the both of you, it was comforting to have them around, hearing their insistent mumbling and chattering on their own as they cooked. “I’m just gonna clean your surfaces up a bit in here and I’ll join you shortly! Okay y/n?” You heard clutter from the kitchen as Hange – probably? - cleared the kitchen table from all the dishes and glasses you’d left there. “Whatever, just try not to get sick Hange, okay?” They shouted an “okay” back to you as the cluttering sounds continued. “Did I tell you about what Levi said to me the other day?” “Oh no, what happened this time?” You said as you rested your head on the back of the couch, trying to catch a glimpse of Hange in the kitchen. “Well, it all started when I went to pour myself some coffee and he was blocking my way. AGAIN! So I said to him he should stop playing this game every single morning and...” The more Hange spoke, the more you felt yourself drifting into sleep. What with being sick, what with their soft voice, it was easy to relax when they were around. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you heard Hange’s voice as if from far away. “I knew you weren’t listening...” You felt their hands readjust your head so that it rested on the pillow, felt the blanket being pulled over your shoulders. As if in a dream, Hange kneeled and kissed your forehead. “I love you, y/n. Get better soon.” You slit your eyes open, just a tiny bit, to find them inches away from your face. “I love you too.” You felt yourself dozing off again, unable to stay awake. “Rest now.”

You’d messed up so bad this time. It was obvious in the way Levi existed around you today. Sure, he wasn’t usually one to be too chatty or overly excited, but he also wasn’t the one to ignore you on purpose and waltz around the house as if you weren’t even there. As much as you hated this, you had brought it on yourself, you’d let your insecurity steer the wheel and what would’ve been a calm conversation, ended up into a massive fight. You couldn’t stand this tension with Levi anymore though. “Are you really going to pretend I’m not here?” Setting his cup on the living room table, Levi began to speak, weaving his fingers together. “Y/n, I woke you up, I poured you your coffee and I even lied to your mum on the phone about you still being asleep, because you didn’t feel like talking to her. How can you think I’m pretending you’re not here when I’m doing a bunch of shit for you?” You could feel your cheeks heating up the way they did last night. “Oh, so doing my chores for me is your way of not ignoring me?” Levi sighed, burying his face in his palms. “It’s called acts of service, y/n. You don’t have to tell me about those things, I just do them for you, because I love you. Not as a chore. I should say it more often, I know, but it’s not like me. And you should not push me to say it more than I want to or act blind to the acts of service I provide, which I’ve explicitly elaborated on how this is, in fact, my love language!” Your arms were crossed on your chest and you pouted, although you’d turned to the side so that Levi couldn’t tell. “It’s difficult for me when you barely say you love me. Everyone else had been verbal about their feelings for me in the past...” “Yeah, and I’m not “everyone else you’ve ever dated” or whatever, y/n. I’m Levi and this is how I express myself!” You both stayed silent for a while. It was devastating, the distance between you. Both literally and figuratively. “Listen,” he began, “I promise to try and be more vocal about how I feel, if you promise to try and see all the other ways I love you and take care of you. That sound fair?” Reluctantly, you peaked at him from where you were leaning on the kitchen counter. “You’re not breaking up with me then?” “Y/n, are you serious? We’re not breaking up because we had one fight. We’re talking through it. Do you think it’d be okay to break up due to different ways of conveying emotion?” You walked over to him, taking a seat next to him, placing your hand on his thigh. “I was a bit immature last night, wasn’t I?” You admitted shyly. “You were. But it’s okay now.” He cupped your hand with his own, running his thumb on your skin. “And that is physical touch. One more way of expressing love. Need I say more?” He smirked as he looked into your eyes. “Don’t mock me! I promised to pay more attention! Thank you for being patient with me, Levi.” “We’ll figure it out, y/n.”

You were sat with your friend Hange on the couch, their phone between the two of you on speaker. Normally, you’d listen to some music or watch some silly video together, but this time, Erwin had called them and you took the opportunity to spy on him, as you were sure he’d want to discuss about your birthday present, so you begged Hange not to mention that you were also in the room with them. “I’m thinking either you or Levi should find some excuse to drag her outside of the house. For a few hours at least. I’ve already told her I’ll be at work, so that’s done. If you manage to keep her busy for around three hours, I’ll be able to have the house cleaned decorated.” Hange giggled, their eyes fixated on the phone in their hand. “Why would you clean the house, Erwin? It’s supposed to be a surprise!” Erwin’s sigh was audible, even through the phone. “Yeah, I know, but once the fun is over and what has happened registers, she’ll be so upset that I invited a bunch of people over and didn’t even have the decency to clean.” You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at his words. He was really taking such good care of you! You looked over at Hange only to find her swooning over Erwin’s comment, ther hand on their forehead, fake fainting. “Aren’t you precious, Erwin! Y/n is so lucky to have you!” They said and winked at you, satisfied that they’d get him to talk even more about you. “In all honesty, I’m lucky to have her.” There was a pause, and neither you or Hange spoke. You simply went on staring at each other expectantly, and stole glances over at Hange’s phone. “Hange, I really love her so much. I can’t believe I got so lucky with her. She’s so understanding… About everything. It’s still difficult to grasp why she’s with me to begin with.” The moment he uttered those words, your palms moved like lighting and covered your mouth, an attempt to not speak loudly. Hange’s eyes were wide with excitement. “Hange, are you still there?” He questioned as a few more seconds passed and he didn’t receive a response from them. “You couldn’t say it to my face that you love me, but you could tell Hange?” You blurted all of a sudden, barely believing you’d just done so. “Uhm, I think it’s the appropriate time to say that y/n has been sitting across from me this whole time because we wanted to find out what her birthday gift was… Sorry, Erwin...” “I’ve been on speaker, haven’t I?” “Uh yes you have? Why aren’t you answering my question?” You demanded as Hange gave you a thumbs up for cornering him like that. “I’d rather tell you again in person, y/n. I’ll see you at home.” He hang up before either of you could speak again.

[gloriousburden]

What's the most untrue and ridiculous Loki take you've ever heard?

As of recent events, as well as not so recent events… that Loki is not at all evil/that he cannot have aspects of evil, because he is a victim of abuse. It’s a bad way to view not only fictional characters, but real life people as well in all honesty. I don’t fuck with that sort of rhetoric of viewing people as inherently innocent in EVERY single act that they commit just because they are a victim of abuse. Acknowledging that victims of abuse can do wrong is not taking away from the abuse that they faced. Some dumbass shit.

Loki’s reserved behavior automatically equals that he’s hiding every aspect of who he is because he hates himself. He can only be happy if he’s bouncing off the walls. 🤦🏻‍♀️

One of the most annoying ones for me is always going to be that Tumblr post that said Loki is 17 years old because a bunch of people started taking that seriously. HE IS PLAYED BY A MAN WHO WAS PUSHING 30. It’s a dumbass way to view fictional ages. People do this with Mipha from the Legend of Zelda too. She’s 100+ years old, but is technically an older teenager/young adult, because that’s how her species ages. We can accept bird people, enemy mobs as a whole, and a talking tree, but not the fact that a fictional race of FISH PEOPLE age differently from Hylians/other Zelda species, and have different standards of age in their culture. THAT’S what’s unlikely to them lol.

That he would prefer Laufeyson as a last name. I understand why some people think that it’ll help separate him from Odin, but in all honesty… it may be even worse. It’s tied to his background, which he hates. And he has no love for Laufey. It “others” him even more. He is Loki of Asgard. “Laufey’s Son?” He hated that.

I think this one’s a bit biased due to being an enjoyer of historical accuracy, but people HCing Loki as easily loving VERY modern Midgardian things (that don’t have any sort of familiarity to him) irks me. His ass would NOT love artificial sweeteners as soon as he is straight out of Asgard!!! Maybe he will in the unforeseeable future who knows. BUT NOT RIGHT NOW GIVE HIM TIME! Oh and obviously people treating Loki as a modern Midgardian and not as an ancient god. Let him be weirded out/bewildered by modern concepts please it’s fun!

Shit I’ve heard a whole LOT of worse ones why can’t I think… obviously, any takes that justify the series. Any takes that justify mischaracterizing Loki.

I do really dislike the fanon impression of Thor 1 Loki being an innocent baby. Not innocent as in his actions, but as in his amount of intelligence. He obviously was done very wrong and was a victim, but why do we have to act like he was a naive character in every single aspect? He gets woobified REALLY badly which sucks because Thor 1 Loki is so interesting. He’s intelligent and he didn’t just become intelligent because he was wronged.

Erm… I’m really trying to think here…

Honestly, takes that take away from Loki’s actions. Or any takes that HEAVILY blame him. Obviously, any takes from casual MCU fans who love the series and try to justify how the variant was mocked and belittled 🤢 any takes on OG Loki that use the series as a source.

Yeah there’s definitely a whole lot of worse ones i could go for hours about series related shit but..

I’ll come back to this if I think of anything.

Thank you for the asks they make me think a lot and I appreciate that LOL you’re cool

[diorcities]

with you (teaser)

spiderverse chronicles. haechan x reader, mark x reader genre fluff, action, mature content content spiderman au, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, selective mutism, sign language, smut (not in the teaser) more tba teaser wc 1.5k full fic est. 20k

an: since i'm making progress on the story (shocking) i'll share a little teaser. the past few days i've consumed a lot of spiderman content, it's not funny anymore. it was a sign of the times. i'm so excited to write this. happy reading ♡

description: after a catastrophic scientific explosion, chaos is unleashed in new york. a deaf girl must face the city that she once knew now submerged in a mayhem, pairing with a daily bugle intern to try to solve the mystery when one of the many affected with extraordinary abilities seems to have a duplicity between good and evil.

he traveled worlds looking for her. and when he found her, it was all in pieces.

he can sense you're there.

just moments ago he had swept the area, now, he looks intently at the boxes loaded into the helicopter.

“planning on stealing the moon tonight?” he's growing bored. “you guys aren't elusive at all, you should practice a little at that.”

the ambiguity of his own reaction puzzles him. there was no hurry in his movements, nor the usual tension. instead, there was a deliberate pause, and this unbearable boredom.

he's quick to deflect a couple of bullets; it comes out spontaneously now. all his senses are enriched. everything vibrates. everything sings. he's sneaky instead of a fighter. and he's also fond to make jokes at inopportune times.

“isn't this labor exploitation?” he inquires. “i hope you get paid overtime,” he says again when in response, a dozen men point their guns at him. he reacts shooting his hands upwards.

“easy, i'm your friendly neighbor.” a man turns to him. the big fish. “oh, my bad, i mistook you for some lookalike with a bunch of small yellow people.” he also doesn't miss the opportunity to make an emphasis on his size.

wilson kingpin snorts, annoyed. “after months, i'd think you'd stop acting like a kid.”

“i am a kid.” he chuckles, removing the mask.

there was no point in hiding his identity when the old crow knew who he was from the very beginning, though it also made him a prospect for his tasteless jokes.

he takes a look at the containers when the man turns his back at him and shout instructions. “nano-technology prototypes...” his voice comes out in an interrogatory tone, sniffing through the large box.

the man in charge sees him snooping around when he speaks. “are you interested?”

“they wouldn't hurt,” he replies, distracted; something stirs inside him when you move closer.

“take a few, see if you put it to good use.” he sneers and he mimics him, nonchalantly.

he bristles when the man smiles, agreeing; he's been waiting for the moment. doing silly tasks, dirty work. finally he was getting closer to get what he wants. “yes. why don't you take care of that little reporter mouse?”

he's pretty quick and elusive. skills, he guesses, his best traits; but even though, he might need some; he's been doing alchemy lately, so he grabs two and when the man looks away, grabs a few more. he can put good use to that kind of technology. “any other tasks you need me to do?”

fisk goes back to his job as if he's bored, and his lips tighten into a grimace that he already knows, making him take care of you.

“was this what you wanted, to steal technology?” you ask to the wind. the men hardly pay attention to you, but he does.

he must acknowledge that you have guts even though fisk is giving you a window because you don't pose a threat. not because of his size, but because of his influence.

“what's in the boxes?”

“as if i were going to tell you.” he mocks, hiding behind the mask. “why don't you cover tonight's weather instead, family of murderers?” he sees you freeze. “why don't you leave these matters to us and you take care of yours? seems like you're in deep shit,” he says, taking one step closer.

when you realize it, he's in front of you and you have nowhere to run. yet your feet recede to the edge. “mmm? don't test your luck and stay out of it.”

he gives you recognition that you don't look even a little intimidated. “who are you?”

his smile almost reach his eyes, “as if i were going to tell you,” he repeats, morbid.

fisk growls behind you, and something dark spreads on his gut, “get done with it, bug.”

he does what he says. first, he steals it from you in one move. and you're not quick to protest when his hands half-push you and your feet stumble. doing silly tasks, dirty work. one more thing and it will end.

nevertheless, getting rid of you is hard for him.

your hands try to hold on but he pulls away, so you fall into nothing.

like a bullet, he watches you fall, waiting. and when a blue boost barely flashes around you, he moves away from the edge. afterward, you just fall into new york.

[blccmedrage]

She can see the hatred clear on his face as he stands, her hand slipping into her pocket. God he was already exhausting, why was she putting up with this shit.

’Because you were just as bad once, you’re just as bad now with your crusade.’  she reminds herself.

“Potential to keep your annoying ass alive if you’re going to keep picking fights without in clarity of what you are getting into. But that’s just the Hunter in you. The superiority complex. Probably how you got yourself killed, it’s how your type always gets their asses handed to them.” she lets out in boredom and when he keeps talking she scoffs at his words. Watches him start walking like he is guiding her, like she is meant to follow him.

“Going the wrong way pretty boy, we’re hitting wolf territory, they don’t give two fucks about our type as long as we don’t make trouble.” she turns on her heel and starts heading in the direction of her preferred bar to go. And maybe it was stupid to hang around a bunch of wolves, but they were way better company than most of the other inhabitants of Port Liery.

And it was true, don’t make trouble for them, they didn’t make trouble for you. And maybe there was some peace in being surrounded by other supernaturals, somewhere she didn’t have to hide what she was. But not having to deal with the politics of the vampire clans. Just stick to herself and her own devices. “Hurry up or I’ll bust your face in again for dragging me down.”

There’s no instance where Reid wants to bite her again and leave her still standing. It’s dust, or never. Choking on dust, as a last resort. He wants to ask her about something — but his teeth puncture his tongue before he dares sate curiosity with a stranger. A vampiric stranger at that.

She reminds him that he’d made a wise choice in silence when her bullshit continues to split her lips. “Potential? For what—?” He might try to kill her again, just for that.

Halstead doesn’t shake the outstretched hand. And maybe it’s nonexistent pride that somehow keeps his hands away from her. Daniella (as a name) doesn’t seem to suit as much as bitch does. But he’s got someone else reserved under that name.

“Least the filthy bloodsucker is catching on,” he shoots back, spitting a mouthful of blood to the ground beside him when he tastes the dark blood on his tongue. “You haven’t earned shit." And it's childish when he shoves by her — he doesn't know what bar she wants a beer in, but he's god some faith she'll ever put him out of his misery with her fist, or she'll catch up and he'll drink a beer faster than he ever has before.

[warlockeye]

I swear to fucking god, if they don't hire some new employees soon, and if that one coworker doesn't come back to help out already, I will lose my fucking mind.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 352

“Mother, I crave violence,” a small child interrupts the video call, practically clambering up into Nightingale’s chair. They look around five or so, with white hair and red eyes. Albino perhaps? 

“Ah, apologies, let me take care of this real quick,” Nightingale turns the microphone off when he gets a few acknowledging noises, picking the small child up and moving them from the room. 

“Cute kid,” Barry acknowledged from behind his coworker’s head, having been helping move things. Actually, the kid looked kind of familiar, though from where, who knew. Hard to remember everything with how fast his thoughts usually went. “I didn’t know Nightingale was a father…” 

Then again the specialist was notoriously private, and set most meetings online thanks to some sort of medical conditions. So he supposed it would make it easier to be a stay at home dad if he was there already…

[celtrist]

Why does Vassago already have merch, we haven't even met him yet

[sereniv]

Well i think we ALL should be threatening not to vote for Harris if she doesnt call for an arms embargo. Id say ceasfire but lets be real

I think we ALL should be putting our effort into applying pressure on ending a genocide, rather than pressuring people to vote for someone who not only seems to be going back on policies she said she stood for, but is also not proving she will actually do anything on the situation in Palestine

The voting hasnt happened. You can't get mad at people for AT LEAST threatening to not vote for her. Threatening. As in, no one has voted yet. So it's all talk right now.

If people dont end up vote for Harris it will be her own fault. Thats just how it works. What she says, but more importantly what she does, is what makes people vote for her just like any other candidate

we arent even asking that much. At the VERY least, is to stop sending weapons. 1 thing she and biden are capable of doing but have shown having no plans on even considering it.

Now, I dont know what im doing when it comes to voting bc theres a lot that can happen until then. im not thinking of what im going to do, im focused on helping to apply pressure. Ive sent emails and called. But even just talking about it can help.

Yes, if Trump wins it IS worse, beyond Palestine. For the planet, and everyone.

But the fact is that some people will not vote for her. That is a fact.

Another Fact is some people will vote for her only if they feel confident she will actually do something about the genocide.

These are facts. You don't even need a source for that

Why are you wasting your time on people who wont vote, instead of convincing the Hold Voters to vote for Kamala by making Kamala someone they will want to vote for?

WE arent dividing the vote. SHE is.

Worry about the blame game for after the election.

For now, help us get her to agree that the United states will stop sending weapons to Israel and/or keep the halt (of weapons), if by some miracle biden gets something done.

[sillyscientists]

Just gonna say that mocking people for voicing their disappointment over the stream (spongebobscreamingwithflyingicecreamtruck.png “IN A CIVIL AND POLITE MANNER”) just makes you like. An asshole lmao. People are gonna be disappointed when they’re told they’re getting one thing and getting another no matter what, even if what they get instead is really good/funny.

[lunar-wandering]

head hurty

[danielnelsen]

things aren’t going well with peach. while i think my dad’s very right to be concerned that she hasn’t eaten anything in nearly 60 hours (obviously i am too), im becoming increasingly concerned that she hasn’t slept at all in around 36 hours and prior to that she was under anaesthetic, which isn’t exactly restful, so it’s closer to 48 hrs

like dad took her back to the vet today and we’ve got injections for her painkillers now because she’s not eating, and also injections for fluids (because she doesn’t drink; she only gets water from her food), so the not eating is Bad but also kinda under management, but if she doesn’t sleep soon i’m extremely worried. dad was like ‘if she doesn’t eat by tomorrow afternoon we’ll take her back because the injections will run out’ but like. if she doesn’t sleep tonight we have GOT to take her back first thing in the morning so they can sedate her or something

[linkedin-offficial]

made a lion base for myself for a world ive been building on so i wouldnt have to draw lions over and over

[over-fen-and-field]

Screaming nauseously into the void

So, for the past ten months I've had a Mystery Problem Syndrome (MPS) -- unpredictable hours to months of nausea, headaches, dizziness, brain fog, weird muscle things, a dangerous amount of weight loss, all that fun stuff. The working hypothesis from my GI is that it's an autoimmune thing triggered by a viral infection in my intestines that may or may not be temporary on the scale of a year or two, but we haven't been able to totally confirm that's what it is or whether it's going to be a year-long thing or a many-years thing or a forever thing. It's not always clear what's triggering the big flare-ups, but stress is a contributing factor. This is a problem firstly because I'm a PhD student who has always run a little anxious in the way that some ovens run a little hot and secondly because my body cannot tell the difference between stress and excitement.

In practical terms, this means that I've zombied my way through work for about five total months since January, have barely left my town all year even for just little day trips, paused a lot of my big plans like getting more intensive therapy to deal with my driving anxiety, and have had lots of little "fun" moments like barely being able to present my work at a big conference, running out of my roommate's big opera performance to throw up in a trash can in the hall, and spending about two months being unable to even take consistent notes during D&D and not really being able to enjoy it or any of my other hobbies. This was all no good, obviously, but to really add insult to injury, I might have triggered a full-on flare-up by... (drumroll, please)...

Buying groceries for my Halloween party!

Not even throwing the party. Not even drinking too much or eating forbidden foods at the party.

Buying groceries for the party. At the same grocery store I always buy groceries at.

I got too excited while passively noodling about desserts and decorations and how I wanted to arrange the cheeseboard and whether blackberries would be good in sangria.

And have been unable to keep food down since.

I hope I'm miraculously cured by the party itself because I'm going to have a hard time convincing anyone to eat my food (I'm definitely not contagious anymore! I cleared the actual infection in January!) if I'm this noticeably sick during it.

Also I was looking forward to it a lot and a good dozen of my friends are gonna be there and :(

Apparently, I can't look forward to things anymore! I should just sit in a quiet room and contemplate the grass as it grows, careful to maintain complete emotional neutrality.

[magstorrn]

every few years im reminded that the war of the worlds stage show exists which is never good because i always find something new to hate about it

[skitskatdacat63]

Can someone assure me it's okay that I haven't finished any drawings in over a week 😭😭