#Because it's true ;__;

[queen-morgana91]

Imo, atla has a bittersweet ending

Aang is sitting alone and wearing the air nomads clothes, his culture clothes, a necklace similar to GYATSO's necklace. I can't even imagine the emptiness and sadness he was feeling here

There are no airbenders in the crowd

All nation gathered..... except the air nomads.

No one else in the crowd wearing orange or yellow.

Aang won the war, but his people are still gone.

Yes, he has the Gaang, he has Katara, he has Momo and Appa. But he's still the last airbender.

This is so heartbreaking.

[randomvoices]

I am asexual, aromantic, and agender. I have made precisely one decision in my life, and that decision was "no".

[lastoneout]

I think something that people might be struggling with re: Dungeon Meshi is like, there aren't really that many genuinely bad people in the story. There is a villain, and I won't spoil that, but people do seem to be acting like Kabru and Toshiro are antagonists or just bad people, and granted the story doesn't exactly paint them sympathetically at first, but they really aren't. No one in this story is a bad person, they all have nuanced backstories and worldviews and personalities that make them the way they are, and the conflict is a result of them clashing because they can't always understand each other.

Like almost every character aside from Laios' party and Senshi are introduced in a way that makes you unsure of them, makes you think they're jerks or dangerous, but as the story progresses and everyone starts to understand one another then they can part if not as friends, then at least as neutral acquaintances/allies. The story is about people with massive differences coming to understand one another and how that makes them all stronger. It's about how people who seem strange or weird or dangerous often are just different and aren't inherently worthy of scorn just for prioritizing different things and having cultural standards that seem odd or personality traits that are off-putting.

If you genuinely think Toshiro or Kabru are the bad guys or are meant to be seen as unsympathetic assholes then like, sorry, you've missed the point? Almost no one is truly evil in Dungeon Meshi, they're just different, and sometimes those differences lead to conflict, and sometimes that conflict is bad enough that two people just can't get along, but if everyone makes an effort to understand or at least accept one another, then we can make a better world.

[florencechase]

Why did he have to look so good in that scene.

[darkerthanblack-666]

[chelledoggo]

i want you to know something.

you deserve the world.

yes. you specifically.

i know there's probably going to be many people seeing this. i'm referring to each and every person who sees this as an individual.

you. fucking. deserve. the world.

you don't deserve to hurt. you don't deserve to suffer.

you deserve to be happy. you deserve to be at peace. you deserve to feel like you're good enough. you deserve to be surrounded by people and things that life you up. you deserve to be loved.

i can't stress this enough.

you deserve peace and love. nothing less.

[c2-eh]

someone once called carlos brat tamer and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since

[unreliablewordsmith]

[lihhelsing]

I've got no plans for the weekend (so should we speak then?)

CW: alcohol abuse, mention of cheating (not steddie)

Steve is sad. 

Robin always tells him he shouldn't drink when he's sad, but still, he downs the shot in one go and goes straight for the next. 

Maybe if he keeps the alcohol coming he'll be able to block his thoughts, somehow.

When he finally starts to feel drunk, though, the thoughts are still there. It’s like he can’t possibly escape the memories flooding his mind and it makes him want to bash his head on the table. 

He just wants to forget. 

He wants to forget how happy he was feeling until the moment he caught his girlfriend kissing another guy. In his room, in his /bed/. Steve felt unwell. 

He thought she was going to be upset. He thought she was going to try and defend herself and say 'this is not what it looks like' but she just watched him, a grin on her face as if she didn’t even care. 

And Steve? He stood there for a second before leaving the room, leaving his house, hoping they wouldn’t be there when he got back. 

He ended up in a shitty bar, drinking by himself and feeling completely void of any and all feelings. 

Maybe that’s why it took him a long moment to realize this isn’t his typical bar. He thought it was a place Robin had taken him one time, but he was wrong. He was /clearly/ out of place, still wearing his polo and jeans, ready for date night. 

But Steve's there and alcohol is alcohol and maybe that's exactly what he needs. Just a place to drown his feelings and pretend his life isn't a shit show. He's fine by himself. Knows Robin will eventually call because she always /knows/ when he's not feeling well. 

That is, until the bartender slides him a pink drink with a little umbrella in it. 

"It's from that guy over there," the bartender nods towards a corner where a group stands and one of the guys, the one with long curly hair and a black leather jacket, wiggles his fingers at him. 

Steve feels his cheeks growing hot. The drink matches his polo shirt and that's the first time Steve realizes he's the /only/ person wearing pink at the bar. Everyone else is in black, leather, darker colors. He stands out like crazy. 

But he's drunk and drunk Steve is not known for making the greatest choices, so he downs the drink and before he realizes it, he's walking toward the guys in the corner. They all snicker and whisper among themselves as they watch Steve approaching. 

"You lost, princess?" The long-haired guy talks first. There's a mocking tone to his voice, but Steve knows the way his lips are curled. He's curious. Intrigued. 

"No, I don't think I am," Steve replies and his voice sounds weird to him. There's a confidence he hasn't felt ever since he was in high school and people called him King. 

Steve walks right into the guy's personal space. He's sitting on a high stool, legs spread apart as he sips a glass of bourbon. It's like time is standing still and everyone is waiting for something to happen. 

"Thanks for the drink," Steve says. They aren't touching yet, but it's a matter of time. It's a matter of one of them reaching out. 

"How about another one…?"

"Steve,"

"You can call me Eddie," he says, and motions for the bartender to make another. When Eddie moves his hand again, it is to rest it on Steve's hips. 

Steve acts on instinct. He has never kissed a guy before, but he can't say he hasn't been interested. He can't say he hasn't wondered what it would feel like. His hands find Eddie's lapel and he grips at it. When the drink arrives, Steve notices there isn't anyone else around them. 

Just him, Eddie, and his hands on his hips. 

"What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Eddie asks. His thumb is drawing circles on Steve's waist, slowly dipping under his shirt and grazing on skin. Steve feels a shiver with just this small touch. 

"Looking for you," he replies. It's not really what he means. 

He had no idea he was looking for a guy like Eddie up until he lay his eyes on him. He knows now. He just wants someone that looks like they could ruin Steve's life. He wants someone that will make him feel something /else/. He wants to feel different. 

"Lucky you found me, then," Eddie says, his smile growing more wolfish. 

"Would you-" Steve starts but cuts himself short. He looks away from Eddie, but soon Eddie's fingers are on his chin, moving his face so they are staring at each other again. 

"Tell me, princess. What is it that you want?" 

Steve swallows and watches as Eddie's eyes follow his every movement. 

"To get back at someone," he says before he loses his courage. 

"And how would you do that?"

"By kissing someone else," Steve says. Eddie raises an eyebrow at him. "Kissing you."

"I see," Eddie's entire hand is under Steve's shirt right now. His fingers are warm but his rings are cold and the contrasting sensation is heavenly. "You want to use me, then?"

Steve's cheeks burn. "N-no, I… That's not what I-"

Eddie's laugh fills his ears and he feels his hands pulling him close. When Steve's hips meet Eddie's belly he notices he's half-hard already. 

Eddie leans in closer, mouth next to his ear. "You can use me, princess. I don't mind."

There's a shiver that runs down Steve's spine. Eddie pulls back a little, their noses are almost touching now. 

"I'm just not sure you will want to stop after only one kiss," Eddie says and fuck, Steve's not sure either. 

[illiana-mystery]

The pure insanity in his eyes (and voice) really does make Green Goblin one of the most terrifying supervillains in the history of Marvel movie supervillains.

[romansleftshoulderpad]

in 2025 I'm going to be GAYER, BITCHIER, and MORE

EMO

[one-squash-one-end]

so my friend is reading the raven boys for the first time...

[hobartsaglet]

[amplifyme]

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got. And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives. And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freeman (via larmoyante)

[wanderingmind867]

I actually read Roman Sionis's origin comic yesterday. Before, I'd only read wikipedia pages and summaries. But wow, Doug Moench pulled no punches. Roman Sionis is a broken man, neglected and taught to always put on masks in public. He killed his parents to win a woman's hand in marriage, but she walked out on him. Then he tried to revolutionise cosmetics, and he only disfigured some people. Then the fucking waynes steal his company from him! His company! His legacy! Everything he'd been told he deserved! Bruce Wayne stole from him, and didn't even think of his feelings! So Sionis goes to his family mausoleum, gets struck by lightning, breaks into his father's coffin, and then cries and gibbers for 5 straight hours. When he finally came to, he carved the coffin chunk into a face mask, and then sealed it onto his own face.

Roman Sionis is dead. There is only Black Mask. He was reborn! He is now Death. And using his False Face Society, he will get revenge on all those who made his life hellish. Target number 1: Bruce Wayne. God, I love Roman Sionis. He's a villain made for the 80s, as the cover art said. He disdains the superficial masks society forces us to wear. The excessive materialism and shallowness of the 80s, a shallowness that still exists today. He will expose it for the madness it is! Somehow, Roman Sionis is more sympathetic than Bruce Wayne. He just...he's a tragedy, and I love him.