#But I think I'll save that for another time

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc prompt cuz my head is empty, and the dp x dc tag knocks around like a screen saver.

So, I've seen a few prompts about the JL misunderstanding Amity Park's situation and inviting Red Huntress to join, or just thinking he's the villain in general.

Now, I can kinda see that happening for most of the JL. It's shown they can be pretty black and white about things. They're not dumb. They just tend to get ahead of themselves or be a little too sure of themselves.

But not Batman. He's learned to always be suspicious. Always think there's another layer to the mystery. So when this villain is presented to them, The Phantom, he's immedietly skeptical.

The worst they have on him is some burglary and one instance of kidnapping. The burglary was clearly mind control, different outfits, different eyes, and completely different behavior from what was Phantom's standard. The kidnapping was just that, kidnapping. It wasn't even long or serious. No ransom, the victim was unharmed and safely returned. The property damage they often point too aswell is usually minimal compared to what Superman or Batman have caused. Property damage is a necessary risk in the hero buisness.

Then there was the hero Red Huntress. There is no doubt she is a hero. She saves and deffends the innocent. That being said, there are instances of her getting between Phantom and other ghosts, only to result in the collateral damage being higher. Even more so, to call the Red Huntress the main hero of Amity Park's would be a lie. Phantom was fighting for and deffending the town for almost half a year before she showed up.

The most damning evidence to Batman was when the JL showed up, claiming to help fix the town's ghost problem, and in a Freudian slip from Wonder Women, "remove the threat that is the Phantom." What they hadn't realised at the time was that Phantom was watching. Batman saw him standing atop a nearby clock tower. He saw that familier look in the ghost's eyes, a look he has seen from his own children time and time again. Absolute heartbreak. A loss of all trust and hope. The Phantom was hurt and scared.

After that, The Phantom disappeared. At first the disappearance was considered a cause for celebration. The JL was congratulated on scaring the menace away. But the first ghost attack without him happened. This ghost wasn't one seen before. It was vicious, pulled no punches, and it found joy in the pain it caused. Huntress managed to defeat it, but not without a few crumbling buildings and injured civilians. Red Huntress asked it why, what did it gain? It just laughed and said, "The Phantom is gone! No one to fear anymore, no one to stop us from getting what we want!"

It was all downhill from there. Increasingly aggresive and powerful ghosts would appear. Causing more and more damage. Boasting and thanking the heroes for "pushing Phantom out of the way" now they knew their mistake. Phantom wasn't the menace terrorizing the innocent. He was the hero keeping the evil at bay. Now without him, all hell will break lose.

The one thing Batman can't figure out is that while this black-haired teenager, with tired eyes, in an oversized NASA hoodie and torn jeans, watches the fights with a look of absolute malace and sorrow.

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This isn't meant to villanise the JL. I've just noticed an interesting pattern of them having one idea and sticking to it, Batman usually being the one to tell them otherwise. I can imagine Batman tried to warn them. Superman listened and agreed that they needed to look into it more, but Wonder Women already had a speech planned and accidentally slipped up. But the chearing was so loud and instant they didn't have time to backtrack.

Meanwhile, Danny is going through it. He just kinda decided, "Yeah, I'll let them try for... mmmmm... a month. Then We'll see." The sorrow is cuz he's realising how much he actually mattered, and despite that, no one else could ever see it. Just because he lets them fight doesn't mean he is entirely retired, tho. He saves people from rubble and stray blasts, but they're all a bit too distracted by the murderous ghosts to really notice.

Everything else is up to you.

But I leave you with this, based on a personal experience with my dad. Batman finding out Phantom is Danny, looking at him so sincerely, and saying, "You have no idea how much you help. You make it all so much better." And just wrapping Danny in his cloak as he cries and sobs.

[arthurmorganrp]

"Alright....thank you." Arthur gave Cass a soft brief smile, taking the spare clothes, getting dressed, taking his bag and equipment. Once done, he carefully made his way back to the horses, riding Pegasus. "Thanks for saving my journal. I'll sure have a lot to write after all this." There was some optimism in his, thanks to Cass. "Don't worry about just a few pages...it will be fine."

He was still feeling slightly feverish, those chills didn't seem to want to go away. His eyes were still slightly red, and compared to before, he seemed to have lost some weight, overall. But he had his hopes they would reach the tribe and find a cure. Specially Cass. Oh, Cass...- to think he caught TB from him. It was a thought that would get Arthur paralyzed. How to feel about it? Just how to feel about it?? Guilt, anger, regret...- he really really hoped the treatment would work, or both of them would have a very slow, painful end.

"Alrighrt, let's go. Let's get to this tribe already. I feel I don't have much time- if there's another rain like that and I get soaked, I think things will be even worse once the sun sets again." He sighed, insecure, but with determination in his eyes.

Arthur was clearly afraid, despite all the effort and strangth that was visible in his eyes and actions. "I think...blurry like I can't focus." He said, relaxing a little when Cole put his arms around him, feeling that soft petting on his head, he started to get calmer. "Yes...it makes sense. At least...it's not permanent then." He muttered, trying to focus his eyes on anything, but it still was a lot of effort for little. "I can see a little with my right eye. I think it's enough for us to keep moving." He said and then went quiet, exhaling slowly, relaxing so much due to Cole's embrace. Slowly he rested against his shoulder and chest, eyelids falling a bit enjoying the soft petting. He was so love deprived, and soft caresses like that, he had missed so much.

"We...we should go. I feel I might not have much time left. And soon you might be starting to get worse too." He smiled a little, very briefly, blushing- he was starting to get all tingly with Cass being so close like that. "I think my eyes will return to normal in a while. It just freaked me out a little. It had never happened like this."

[sadeeeeee]

Can't sleep version 1

Comfort Drabble

Established Relationships

3rd POV

Comfort + Fluff + Light Angst

One Instance of Cursing

Synopsis ~ You can't fall back asleep tonight to save your life though being exhausted. Your lover besides you notices you struggling and helps ease you back to sleep.

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You check the time on your phone again.

[4:30am] Only thirty minutes since the last time you checked. You internally groan not wanting to wake the tired boy besides you. Knowing he needs just as much sleep, you try not to make any more noise. You softly push back his curls and see his peaceful sleepy face. Oh, how you wish you could say the same for you right now. You try to carefully move to your other side hoping that'll help get you to fall asleep. You land stiff when Chan reaches out for you. "Hmm where you goin' baby"? he slurs with sleep. "Nowhere Channie just go back to sleep baby". You say voice cracking. You mentally curse yourself but stay planted in your spot hoping he just goes back to sleep.

"Hey baby you ok"? He calls out gripping your waist a little tighter. "Jus' tired is'all Channie". You say with a labored sigh. He gently turns you over lightly grazing your cheek with his fingers. "Hey, talk to me what's wrong"? He asks concern embedded in every word. You sigh knowing he won't let this go it's just not in his nature and you love him for it.

"I'm just-" you're voice already beginning to crack Chan's face etched with worry "I'm so tired but, no matter what I do I can't fall asleep". And I'm supposed to be up soon it's so fucking late and, and - Your stressed rambles are soon cut off with a soft hand to your cheek - placing your hand over his you lean in desperately craving his comfort, his warmth and his touch. Your built-up frustration cracks and tears fall quicker than you can comprehend some landing on his palm.

He pulls you in closer so close you wouldn't be able to tell each other's heartbeat apart if it weren't for yours ramming anxiously against your chest. Before your mind can spiral further, he plants a slow soft kiss to your temple. "I've got you sweet girl I'll make sure you fall back asleep it'll be ok". He says so gently you think your heart'll explode. "But I don't want you staying up for me you have to be up early yourself baby ". You whisper guiltily. "I don't care about that right now my baby needs me" he says coaxing you gently". Lips gently brushing against your forehead. You melt under his delicate touch.

"Just close your eyes for me sweetheart ". You close your eyes trusting him completely as you let out another sigh. He rubs up and down your side before kissing softly around your face and he soon begins humming in your ear. A tune you don't recognize it must be something new you think to yourself smiling. He pulls you up closer so you're lying on his chest, and he rocks you slowly continuing to hum softly by your ear. Every so often lazily tracing shapes down your arm, your waist or back wherever he can reach.

You let out a quiet yawn into his neck to which he chuckles at. "Tired baby that's good". He says before kissing your temple. You hum tiredly into the crook of his neck. A slow smile creeping onto your face and he feels it. He gazes down at you eyes soft though the dark hides it it's there a look that says more then words ever could. He starts humming again a little softer a little quieter hoping to lull you to sleep.

He ever so gracefully checks the time 5:15 he lets out a soft sigh roughly 45 minutes he thinks to himself. He looks back down at you soft breaths only, coming from you. He begins to lightly stroke your hair while beginning to hum once more. A satisfied smile on his face once he realizes he's helped you fall asleep. Your shoulders more relaxed body pressed against his limbs tangled and you're so comfortable just being next to him even in your sleep.

He kisses the crown of your head "Sweet dreams my angel I love you so so much". He whispers the last part more to himself, but the air caught it maybe even you despite being in a sweet slumber you hold on a little tighter to him after his confession. A sleepy grin pulling on both your faces before he drifts back to sleep himself.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･

Thank you for reading I don't know how I feel about this one maybe I'll like version 2 more which I'll start soon. I hope you enjoyed nonetheless thank you as always for reading and thank you all who enjoyed!!

[creechurrr]

I am so surprised Lu Guang is not MORE on the verge of crashing out or just going batshit. His uptight personality makes so much more sense holy shit. WHO HATES LU GUANG SO MUCH MAN. This kid probably had an abusive childhood (either from his parents, experiments, or even better, both), something happened in between where he waited for Cheng Xiaoshi only for said childhood friend to forget him (and maybe not even just that, their entire existence together as kids is probably erased), Lu Guang then watches Cheng Xiaoshi die an unknown amount of times, unable to save him, and relives every dive with Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling never remembering him, and it will never be like it once was. How does this man get up every morning?? He has to be shutting stuff out of his mind like crazy, which is why when he snaps, he snaps. Because honestly, Lu Guang is so much stronger than I ever could be 😭 I would have given up and fallen into despair long ago, but that's just how much Cheng Xiaoshi (and presumably, Qiao Ling) means to him. I would not surprised as well if Lu Guang is only kept going by whatever promise they made as children.

I saw a tweet where someone said Cheng Xiaoshi's worst fear is being abandoned, and Lu Guang's is being forgotten, thus Link Click shall end with Lu Guang disappearing, but Cheng Xiaoshi remembering him. Honestly, that's one of the best ways for Link Click to end bittersweetly in my head 😅 Lu Guang is my favorite character, but I would never recover if Cheng Xiaoshi is the one who dies, and Li Haoling did say "this is one way for Cheng Xiaoshi's fate", hopefully implying there's another end for him. Also, it would mean Lu Guang can finally fucking rest, and I think he will give up everything to save Cheng Xiaoshi. He will live on in memory though, and Cheng Xiaoshi has the best prospects of moving on. I'm not entirely certain he wouldn't have dived back to save Lu Guang eventually, but he has shown that he can at least try to move on, while by this point... Dude, Lu Guang has been through so much. I think it would crush him even more to have to move on. Lu Guang definitely is a character that seems temporary; I will never let go of Qiao Ling describing to Xu Shanshan as him appearing "in our lives like a miracle". He's there like an angel. There to protect, deliver, and save, but he can't stay forever. Again, like his promise to Cheng Xiaoshi at the beginning of Bridon Arc: "I can't promise forever, but I'll stay here as long as I can."

He is definitely going to do an ultimate sacrife or something...

[homuraakemis]

Arcane Reddit analyses that I like:

[S1 Spoilers] Vi's incredible facial expressions and body language

[S2 Spoilers] The only colorful things in Caitlyn’s world are Violets

[S2 act 3 spoilers] *that* CaitVi scene is absolutely BRILLIANT storytelling

[spoilers ep3] Is it just me or is "Goodbye" from Vi's perspective?

[s2 act 3 spoilers] Why would THAT be the final scene? Because this is Vi’s story!

[spoilers ep7] butterflies, a small detail

You know it's fitting in the most Horrifying way and I love it

[s1 spoilers] A breakdown of the timeline for how much time Caitlyn and Vi actually spent together.

"[spoilers ep9]", Silco is a terrible father

FirstNegotiation9659's comment about Vi's situation and the things Silco did to her

[Spoilers ep9] This whole Vi loves Powder not Jinx discourse is so tiring

[s2 spoilers] Top 7 Unhinged Mongoose Moments

[s2 spoilers] another nice answer about CaitVi from Amanda Overton

[s2 act 2 spoilers] I feel like the only one who dislikes Isha

“She’s not even that bad!”

[S1 spoilers] Would you forgive Jinx?

[s2 act 2 spoilers] Vi and Caitlyn are in the same place at the beginning of Act 2

If Vi Were Male: gendered double standards in Arcane

[s2 spoilers] My problem with Ekko (very long post)

Her face looks soft in Vi's memory.

Amanda about Caitvi and their S1 bedroom scene.

I love Arcane so much for attention to small details!!!

i love how vi is the only character who's allowed to say the f-word

What is Fascism? Why Caitlyn Is Not Fascist.

how Vi says "I love you"

Vander/Warwick recognizing Vi and Jinx

First Scene+Last Scene (Same Song)

Why Caitlyn never says sorry, and an interesting parallel

I'll never get over Caitlyn's crying tears of blood that spell out Vi as she lays dying

Vi separation with Caitlyn after act 1 saved her life

Vi’s Journey: She Doesn’t Love Herself

“Vi Lost All Her Agency," No…Not at All.

Vi is one of the smartest characters in Arcane.

Vi is a girl with BIG dreams

Vi and the Enforcer Badge

A detail in Vi's posture in this scene

Oh Vi sweetheart

Deleted scene

A Vi appreciation post in gifs (this one isn't really an analysis, it's just Vi simping lol)

Never really understood the idea of Caitlyn being “femme”

Vi and taking the badge

Riot narrative writer answers more about Caitlyn and Vi's valentine's skins

[S1 Spoilers] All of Vi's fights translated into numbers — and making a micro analysis. (this one is good to argue against the idea that Vi blocks with her face)

Ekko ruining the mood 😂💀(@viismymommy)

[s2 spoilers] A lot of people are misinterpreting the Hellfire Montage (The Gray)

I got to appreciate how Arcane showed that Vi is one of the strongest fighters in Runeterra

Little detail I noticed on my (fourth) rewatch: Vi inherited her aquiline nose from her father.

what a confusing day it was for Caitlin

Vi's Choices and Priorities (I don't agree with the original post, but I agree with people in the comments arguing against the original post)

Jinx and her crimes (I don't agree with the original post, but I agree with people in the comments arguing against the original post)

Caitlyn thinking of Vi’s happiness

Mote heartbreaking without the music

Amanda about the grey

They really are fantastic

Despite the (justified) hatred that Vi feels towards the enforcers, here at the cost of remaining close to Cait at the memorial, she patiently lets herself be searched by the agents... and who knows how much she must have cursed inside her head

Thread of comments about how it's not true that Vi "always runs after Jinx", and Jinx is the one who can't let go, and how that is similar to Vander and Silco

Some things picked from this scene upon rewatched (both post and comments are good)

Great analysis on Vi's design, i was wondering about Xs

The moment Jinx realized Vi was a better big sister than her.

Why did Caitlyn not remove abusive enforcers from their posts (I like the comment, not the post)

Comment about why Caitlyn is not a "domestic abuser"

Comment about Caitlyn and Vi's characterization when it comes to intimacy and sex

Comment about why Vi is a great big sister

Comments about how Caitlyn is NOT this suave womanizer the fandom claims she is (I disagree with the original post that argues that Cait is a fuckboy, and agree with these comments arguing against the idea)

Comments about the mischaracterization of Vi as some timid, goofy person: (X, X)

even though everything she been though, and maybe it's tough her up a bit, Vi still didn't turn completely cynical

Comment threads about how the show portrayed Vi's prison trauma: X, X

What would you change/add about Vi's arc in season 2?

[witchthewriter]

How do you think the asoiaf dragons will react to being courted by a wayyy smaller dragon?

This is an awesome idea! Thank you!

𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑵

・In his youth, this would be a different story.

・He has fathered many dragons in his time; some with Meraxes, others with Vhagar. Some on his own...

・But in his older age...

・He would not notice. Not at all.

・With his size, he listens to the Valyrian commands. But he doesn't interact with many other dragons.

・So when a dragonling tries to court ol' Balerion, she cannot quite get his attention.

he cannot hear her

he cannot see her

and if he does figure out what's going on, all he does is give a large chuff

・He can't be bothered with coupling anymore.

𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑿𝑬𝑺

・Would hear them out. Let them court her a few times...

・Doing her best to keep an open-mind.

・But there would be a bigger chance that they end up forming a friendship. Not anything to do with romance or partnership.

・But I can see Meraxes being a mentor to younger dragons

・She's adventerous. Loves the outdoors (and if the dragonling thinks they are still courting, they may give up once they realise just how much Meraxes loves flying. Their smaller wings get too tired!)

・And she isn't about to slow down or stop for them

𝑽𝑯𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹

・No matter who wanted to court her, she would put them through trials.

・It didn't matter who was small or large, if you could pass her tests, then you had her respect (and that was a big thing)

・So, the youngling would be tested on:

How far they could fly

Their awareness on the ground & in the sky

How fast they were

How quickly they could pick up training

Reactions and reaction time

・Since the smaller dragon would only pass a few of these tests, Vhagar would deny them.

・However; she wouldn't disregard them completely.

・There would still be a 'keep on training and I'll let you try when you're older' type of vibe

𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑩𝑨𝑳

・Gives the dragon 1. chance to save themselves before he comes and eats them.

𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹

・It takes a lot of courage and a little stupidity to try and court a male dragon with such a ...fiery personality.

・If the dragonling has their own fiery spirit, then they have a chance of ... survival. And with that, she may catch his attention as well.

・It really depends on his mood.

・It could be a grumpy x sunshine relationship - not romantic though. I think he would rather have a friendship...since he is mated with Silvering

𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮

・Finds it charming. But automatically sees the younger/smaller dragon as a baby. Her motherly side comes out full force.

・Does not hurt the wanna-be suitor. She cleans him, puts him to bed. Slowly purring so the lil boy feels safe.

・But he's back tomorrow.

・And the next day after that.

・And oops! She accidentally has another child...

・However, the dragonling is deathly loyal to Silverwing. He would act like a protector, which makes Vermithor chuff.

・Wherever she goes, so does the smaller male. Unless it is far away, then he has to rest. His little wings cannot handle too much flying.

・And so, Silverwing would wait until he was ready to fly again.

𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑭𝒀𝑹𝑬

・Oh Dreamfyre Dreamfyre Dreamfyre.

・One of the most beautiful, dreamy dragons there ever was.

・However, she is constantly underestimated by other dragons.

・And the lil dragon thought she would be an easy one to court.

・He pranced up to her, a fish in his mouth and laid it near her.

・With a grunt, he pushed it towards her with his nose, and stepped back a few feet. Sitting patiently.

・Shifting her head, she cocked her head and said nothing.

・Day after day, there would be fish and more fish. A whole pile just for her.

On the 7th day, she beckoned him closer and roared:

"I DO NOT LIKE FISH!"

𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑿𝑬𝑺

・Poor Caraxes loves the attention

・There aren't many dragons that accept him. So when he's being sought after, it makes him feel all fuzzy inside

・But he tries to act cool!

・Doesn't like to come off as needy. Only shows that side to one particular dragon ...

・But when another being chooses to spend time with him! Oh my...he starts to open up. Quite quickly... Soon it turns into him being the one trying to court the other dragon

・Caraxes shows them his favourite items, tokens and such. He keeps them in a pile so he can wrap around them at night.

・Except the courtier didn't realise how weird he was...and backed off

𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑬𝒀𝑺

・She thinks it's a joke or some prank

"Seasmoke, I swear if you put that child up to this-"

・No, it wasn't Seasmoke, it was actually Sunfyre who was first approached by the little dragon.

・But he sent them off to court Meleys because "she was much older and without companionship" (he made the small dragon swear he would say anything!)

・When the smaller dragon clambered up to Meleys; who was resting on a rock in the sun. He could barely speak...

"Oh you look busy I'll just-"

"What do you want, child?" she said in a growl

"Uh, um, I was wondering if I could spend some time with you..."

・Meleys chuffed so avidly that one would think she was having a fit.

・The little dragonling stood there near-shivering

"If you are quiet. You may stay," Meleys rumbled. Then she put her head back down to catch the warmth.

[wannabedragon-yep-lumenemporium]

Morty is a bad father and a good father at the same time: some thoughts about invalidation and gaslighting.

Okay I'm gonna explain what invalidation is and I'll make a little recap of Raising Gazorpazorp before making it to the point, bear with me.

When I watched Raising Gazorpazorp for the first time, it really resonated with me. In that episode Morty was totally unprepared to take the responsibility of a new life. While Rick basically disappears immediately with the "excuse" of understanding the Gazorpazorp lore, leaving Morty to deal with something that Rick himself totally allowed and encouraged in the first place, Morty's parents do even worse: first they try to impose their parenting methods, completely unaware of their toxicity and the mistakes they did as parents...

then they just sit there, waiting for their son to fail bcs their frail ego was hurt by Morty trying to do better then them, something that he tried to do not bcs he wanted to prove some point, but just bcs he wanted to save his son from the pain he experienced as the scapegoat of a toxic family system.

Beth and Jerry do not provide any insight or emotional support to Morty when they totally should (silent gaslighting), instead, they double down. They just act contemptuous and stay cold, because all they care about is to prove how good they are as parents (spoiler, they're not, they're not even decent ppl in general 💀).

So, we know Beth and Jerry are nightmarish parents, but was Morty a bad father to Jr?

The short answer is yes, because Morty Jr. felt confused, betrayed and manipulated by his father, but at the same time is no, bcs Morty truly tried his best to take care about his son, and most importantly he never negates that Jr. childhood was messed up, he truly care abt what Morty Jr feels and wants since the beginning.

Let's find a more fulfilling and far more complicated answer.

A fundamental thing I learned when studying narcissism, is that often is more important to know what isn't toxic, to spot what is toxic. It's easier to get an answer to the original question if we understand that negating or dismissing other people's feelings, is never healthy. Invalidation is never healthy.

Invalidation is a human thing, something that can also happen (in good faith) in healthy relationships, that's why I'll leave you this short video abt it, that is just a treat.

Basically when we tell "I feel this way abt something" and another person minimize the feeling, says to stay positive instead of letting us process it, says that we are too sensitive and criticize us for even having the feeling, that's invalidation in different forms. It's not entirely denying our reality, that is instead what gaslighting is about, denying or distorting something that happened or that we feel.

Invalidation is about dismissing a feeling that should instead have its own space.

In Morty Daddy preview, what Jerry is doing is gaslighting:

between the lines, he is denying that he is a bad father, he's denying that something traumatizing like a parent lying to you and locking u in the house has ever happened to Morty Jr., he is denying the abuse, the neglect and the trauma (Jr. is his grandson btw, he should have loved him instead of worrying about his crashed car)

Beth is gaslighting Morty in an even worse way, trying to shape Morty's thoughts and feelings abt Jr., literally by pushing Morty into thinking that he hates his own child (just like she does, that's projection and a justification abt herself), when Morty actually deeply cares about his son, his feelings and well being since the very first day. So he totally doesn't hate Morty Jr. and it shows, he's worried abt him.

It's so heartbreaking how anxious Morty sounds when he says " you think he's dying?" the gasp before the sentence💔

Summer and Rick are those invalidating instead: Summer basically goes "I know you feel sorry and responsible for your difficult child, but you shouldn't, no one should and no one does." and Rick basically follows on the same page. And this is toxic, but not as grave as Beth and Jerry's behavior (to me).

This was a moment where Morty needed support, both emotional and practical, and his needs met once again with invalidation, indifference, gaslighting and contempt.

BUT(t) I really liked this difference between Rick and Summer vs Beth Jerry bcs it doesn't make things cheese: Rick and Summer are maturing and changing consistently since several seasons, while this is the first season we see some actual improvement on Beth and Jerry side, so it's good to see consistency with the fact that they have a lot of stuff to unpack before some actual change can happen.

When a person feels something, you cannot discard that something just bcs you feel unconformable with it. That person feeling, is real, and no one can tell them otherwise. Trying to discard other people feelings, to leave them unprocessed or worse, trying to erase those feelings completely by gaslighting ppl, is what really erodes a person's sanity and sense of trust in themselves. Because we are what we feel, we are not ourselves without our feelings.

And that's our answer: Morty is a good and a bad parent at the same time.

He does bad in the first place, he is unprepared and he lies out of fear, but he's not invalidating and negating his son inner world. He is not negating him as an individual, instead he is encouraging and supporting him in a healthy way, he tries to do his best to understand him, and that's what makes him a better parent than Jerry, Beth or Rick.

Morty ends up hurting his child bcs he is living in a toxic and hostile environment, under too much pressure, with unresolved trauma triggered as hell by handling a difficult newborn. As many parents coming from toxic families or dealing with a toxic partner, Morty looses his shit, bcs that's what a human does when their abuse was never resolved or is still ongoing.

You don't need to be a narcissist to traumatize your kids (that's why I always stress so much on the fact that emotional abuse, is not the same thing as narcissistic abuse and doesn't have the same ramifications). In the end, Morty tried to give tools, love and safety to his child. Saying that he tried his best, is not the old excuse for a shitty parent that handled parenthood like an irresponsible toddler or a cruel n4zi, cutting all the resources, withholding love, care and life tools from their kids, belittling them and clipping their wings: we see Morty really changing and adapting to protect this kid at his best. He admits his mistakes...

...he supports him in his aspirations and he's not mad about his son anger, he understands him, he tries to give him the best tools he has and all the love he can.

Jr. outcome was actually quite good in fact: despite a difficult childhood, he managed to write a best seller, he moved in his own apartment at a very young age, he believed in himself enough to speak out about his trauma, and probably to open up with a therapist, during a very short life. He didn't become an assassin, and if we think about his species, he is the best, most virtuous result you could possibly achieve from a Gazorpazorp.

Of course, personal achievements are not the direct consequence of our parent behavior, but the tools, the advantages and disadvantages our environment gave to us, surely have an impact on our lives, negatively or positively.

Thank u for reading my stuff!

[wrenmkingsley]

You DON'T have to suffer for your art, I promise!

You know how sometimes the algorithm backfires and you find something on your dash that makes you go not just bruh, but brrrruh? I came a across a post on my lunch break today, all about what it means to Be A Real Writer®. I'd link it, but I don't trust y'all not to be a dick to the person who posted it. (I'd threaten to come to your house and fuck your mom if you did, but many of you guys live an ocean away and I don't travel by plane for ethical reasons.)

Anyway!

There is no such thing as a real or fake writer. Do you write? Yaaay, congrats you're a writer!

There is no such thing as a real or fake author, either. Have you, through one way or another, commercially sold your writing? Guess what, you're an author now!!

Suffering for your writing and seeing writing as a fate you can't escape from, some glorious purpose that you were burdened with at conception, does not make you any more or less valid of a writer than the twelve year old girl writing minecraft youtuber RPF straight into the AO3 post work page.

And I'm not saying that because I'm a twelve year old girl writing RPF or because I'm somehow butthurt about people looking down on romance and smut writers like me. I genuinely do not give a fuck. (And, yes, that's exactly what someone that gives a whole lot of fucks would say, but you're just gonna have to trust me on that one.)

I'm writing this post, because I can't think of anything that would stifle your growth as a writer more than aspiring to Be A Real Writer®. Been there, done that, and all I got where years of my life in which I barely wrote, and if this stupid rant saves even one person from that fate I'll die happy.

But what does Being A Real Writer® even mean? If you're still reading this post you probably have a feeling for the concept already, but let's try and cobble together a definition:

Being A Real Writer® means embodying the ideal of the tortured artist. You creative process needs to be painful. Writing hurts. Not writing hurts more. So, driven, haunted creature that you are, you write. You have to hate everything you write, have to burn and hide everything that isn't up to snuff, because you're not writing so you can share it with other people who might enjoy it or — perish the thought — to make a living, no you're writing for the art, for the Craft, to create something real and true.

And that pursuit of art is something that people should respect! You're martyring yourself on the altar of Literature®! You're slaving away in the solitude all Real Writers® crave, spending years and countless ripped-up drafts on your masterpiece, your good and true and beautiful contribution to the cultural world heritage, unlike those self-proclaimed "authors" that churn-out content to the brain-dead masses, the people writing romance and mysteries and smut and thrillers and fucking cozy fantasy.

… You don't have to live like this. Listen to me, I'm taking your face in between my hands and staring directly into your soul: You don't have to suffer for your art.

"If literary fame could be safely measured by popularity with the half-educated, Dickens must claim the highest position among English novelists" wrote Leslie Stephen in the Dictionary of National Biography about Charles Dickens. Yeah, you read that right. Charles the GOAT Dickens. The Real Writers® of the 19th century considered Charles Dickens peakslop. (Please also note that you have no idea who the fuck Leslie Stephen is.)

Being A Real Writer® is meaningless. More than that, it's holding you back. If you hate what your doing and also kind of hate readers (at least those that dare to read genres other than belles lettre), buddy, I don't know how to break this to you, but at some point you're gatekeeping yourself.

Dickens was the most famous british writer of his time and the literary elite thought he suuuuuucked. But the readers? They adored him.

What if, instead for some vague pursuit of true literature, we wrote to tell a story? To entertain! To brighten peoples' life and maybe even make them think a little? (Dickens wrapped his bitter pill of social commentary in delicious delicious wit and melodrama and readers gobbled it up, still gobble it up two centuries later.) To make people feel? Even so-called lesser emotions like anger and fear and disgust and arousal?

What if we wrote because we enjoyed it? (Yes, sometimes it's a schlep and it sucks and you hate being literate at all, but that shouldn't be the norm and there is no glory in it.) What if we published out work to make money to have more time to write, because we have to work less hours at our jobs now that we have a second income?

Or just to make money?

There is nothing morally wrong with writing something formulaic just to sell it. People enjoy things for a reason, mostly because those formulas work. (I could go into the theory and, yes, Craft® that goes into writing a half-decent generic-ass romance novel, but it's not really that important.)

The only bad novel to write is the one you hate writing.

That's the actual issue with 'churning out content'! That many people that try to do it absolutely hate it! Because the people that go out of their way to write something genre (derogatory) for money (derogatory), are too scared of failure to write something 'hard to sell', so they turn to something they think is easy. Otherwise they wouldn't be 'churning out slop', they would just be writing. And just as a sidenote, most if not all successful genre authors are just doing what they love, because readers can lowkey tell if you're looking down on them and your own books.

Just, for the love of the oxford comma, find the joy in your creativity! Write a shitty book, publish a shitty book, read a shitty book, if only it brings you joy! You will never live up to your standards of good and real and true writing, because you made those stupid standards up to feel better about the fact that you believe that your writing will never be good enough to publish! That you will never be good enough to call yourself an author!

But, hey, at least you're humble enough to know that you suck, not like those wannabes that self-publish smut, like uh, what's his name? Oh, yeah, Hugo Award finalist Chuck Tingle.

… Oh.

[twosoulsfondofpoems]

Hii, can you do a Denki Kaminari x fem! Reader where he's had a crush on her for the longest time. And finally had the courage to ask her out, but because he was so nervous, he kept stuttering. But she said yes to his confession anyway. Fluff please!! :3

I WANNA BE YOURS || Kaminari Denki x Reader ; fluff

A/N: I'll post another request later today or tomorrow, but that'll be the last one for now since I'm busy writing my fic on AO3. After that, I'll be posting another fic on my Wattpad. :)

Tomorrow, they’d all scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind—some to agencies, some to sidekick positions, some to who knows where. But right now, in this moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, Class 1-A was just eating lunch together. Maybe for the last time.

Kaminari pushed his rice around his plate, not really eating. His eyes kept darting to the entrance, waiting for someone.

"Man, you okay?" Kirishima said, shoving another bite of katsu into his mouth. "She's probably just running late."

"I'm not—" Kaminari started, then deflated. Who was he kidding? Everyone knew. Hell, probably even you knew, which made it worse somehow. Three years. Three fucking years of being the class idiot who couldn't string two words together whenever you smiled at him.

Mina leaned over, grinning. "Maybe she's getting ready for her family dinner? Didn't she mention that yesterday?"

Right. The family dinner. The one that meant you weren't going to be here for their last real meal together as a class. The one that meant he was running out of time—again.

"She's not coming," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Her family thing, remember?"

The words tasted bitter. Bitter and stupid and final. Because here's the thing nobody talks about when they're busy making jokes about heroes and saving the world—after graduation, they'd all be scattered. Different agencies. Different cities. Different lives. The chances of running into you casually, of having those little moments where he could almost work up the courage to say something real, would shrink to basically nothing.

He'd had three years. Three years of opportunities that he'd fumbled every single time.

Like that time in second year when you'd been sitting together in the common room, working on homework. You'd been concentrating so hard on your math problems, chewing on the end of your pencil, and he'd been working up the nerve to say... well, anything meaningful. But then he'd started talking and it came out as "Hey, do you... do you ever think about... about..." and his brain had just short-circuited. Not from his quirk. Just from being near you.

"Think about what, Denki?" you had asked, looking up with those eyes that made his heart flutter and scatter like petals.

"About... uh... about how weird it is that we call them math problems when they're really just... math... situations?"

You’d laughed at him in that genuine way—but then Bakugo had started yelling about something, and the moment was gone.

Or that time last month when you'd been making friendship bracelets, because you were the kind of person who still made friendship bracelets and somehow made it seem cool instead of childish. You'd been sitting cross-legged on the floor, and he'd sat down next to you.

"Could you... could you maybe teach me?" he'd asked, and for once his voice hadn't cracked.

"Of course!" you’d said, scooting closer until your shoulder bumped his—which he immediately stopped doing, because he might have been a little obsessed with girls before, but ever since he started eyeing you, all those thoughts had disappeared. Now, he just wanted to respect you.

Your hands had brushed his while showing him how to tie the knots, and he'd been about to say something, something real and true and—

"Y/n! We need your opinion on something!" Hagakure had called from across the room, and just like that, you were gone.

Every. Single. Time.

It was like the universe had a personal vendetta against his love life—which, honestly, was probably fair. He’d accidentally flirted with the wrong girls over the years, so maybe this was karma.

"Yo, Kaminari," Sero said, waving a hand in front of his face. "You're spacing out, dude."

"Yeah? I didn't notice," Kaminari mumbled.

Around the table, his classmates were finishing up their meals, the conversation flowing in that easy way it did when they were all together like this. Comfortable. Familiar. Soon to be just a memory.

Todoroki was explaining something to Midoriya with that serious expression he got when he was trying to be helpful. Iida was making precise hand gestures while talking to Tsuyu about proper hero patrol routes. Even Bakugo seemed almost relaxed, not yelling at anyone for breathing wrong.

It was nice. Perfect, almost. Except for the you-shaped hole in the group.

"I should probably accept it," Kaminari said quietly, not really meaning to say it out loud. "I mean, three years, right? If I was gonna do something about it, I would've done it by now."

"Do something about what?" Momo asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.

"You know." He gestured vaguely, like that explained everything. Maybe it did.

Jirou, who'd been quietly eating her soup, looked up. "You're an idiot."

"Thanks, Jirou. Really needed that today."

He looked like he was about to give up as he sighed and stirred his water with a chopstick. "I miss my wife."

"No, I mean you're an idiot if you think three years of missed chances means you should give up. Especially now." Jirou's hands were resting against her face as she called Kaminari out on whatever was going through his head. "Especially now, when we're all about to go our separate ways and probably won’t see each other for months—maybe even years?"

"Especially now because of that," she said, pointing her chopstick at him for emphasis. "You think you're gonna feel better in five years knowing you never even tried?"

The common room suddenly felt too quiet. Like everyone was listening even though they were pretending not to.

"I did try," he protested weakly.

"You tried to try," Kirishima said, not unkindly. "There's a difference."

And wasn't that just the truth he'd been avoiding? All those almost-confessions, all those moments where he'd gotten close but never close enough to actually say the words. It wasn't really trying if you never actually did the thing, was it?

Then the room suddenly erupted in noise.

"OH MY GOD, Y/N!"

"You made it!"

"We thought you weren't coming!"

Kaminari's head snapped up so fast when he heard your name. There you were, standing in the entrance to the common room, looking slightly out of breath and absolutely beautiful. Your hair was a little messy like you'd been rushing, and you had that apologetic smile you got when you thought you'd done something wrong, even though you never did anything wrong.

"Sorry I'm so late!" you said, that sweet voice carrying across the room. "Family dinner got moved to later, and I couldn't miss our last lunch together."

Our last lunch together.

You started making your rounds, hugging people, apologizing again for being late even though everyone kept telling you it was fine. When you got to their section of the table, you ruffled Kirishima's hair and stole a piece of his leftover fruit.

"Hey, Denki," you said, your voice softening the moment you saw his face again—it was so sweet.

"Hey," he managed, proud that it came out as an actual word instead of just a strangled noise.

You sat down next to him, close enough that he could see the little scar on your hand from that training accident in first year. Close enough that when you reached across him to grab a napkin.

"Did I miss anything good?" you asked, looking around the table.

"Just Kaminari having an existential crisis about the future," Mina said with a grin.

"Mina!" he protested, feeling heat rise in his cheeks.

"It's okay," you said softly, bumping his shoulder with yours. "I've been having those all week. It's scary, right? Not knowing what comes next?"

And just like that, you'd managed to make him feel understood instead of embarrassed. Because that's what you did. You had this way of making everything feel okay, even when it wasn't.

"Yeah," he said, and his voice only cracked a little. "Really scary."

The conversation moved on to other things—internship stories, predictions about who would end up where, promises to stay in touch that they all hoped were true but weren't sure they could keep. But Kaminari wasn't really listening anymore. He was too busy being hyperaware of your presence next to him, the way you laughed at everyone's jokes, how you made sure to include Koda in the conversation when he got quiet.

You were just... good. Good in a way that made him want to be better.

An hour passed. Maybe two. People started clearing their plates. Some people drifted toward the couches to keep talking. Others headed upstairs for naps or last-minute packing.

But you stayed. Because deep down, even you had something you wanted to say to him.

"This is weird," you said when it was mostly just the two of you left at the table.

"What is?"

"All of it ending. I know everyone keeps saying it's not really ending, just changing, but..." You shrugged, spinning your empty cup between your hands. "It feels like ending."

"Yeah," he agreed, because what else was there to say? It did feel like ending. Even if they all stayed in touch, even if they saw each other at hero events and reunions, this part was over. This weird little family they'd accidentally created, this safe space where they could just be teenagers figuring shit out together.

"I'm gonna miss it," you said quietly. "I'm gonna miss everyone."

Everyone. Including him? God, he hoped including him.

"Me too," he said, and then, before he could stop himself: "Can I... can I talk to you about something? Outside, maybe?"

You looked at him, and for a second he thought you were going to say no. Or ask what about. Or make some joke that would give him an excuse to back down.

Instead, you smiled. That soft, genuine smile that had been ruining his concentration for three years.

"That's literally the dumbest thing you've ever asked me," you said, but you were giggling as you said it. "Of course I want to talk to you. I've been waiting for you to ask."

Waiting for him to ask?

His brain short-circuited a little at that, but somehow his body kept working. He stood up, and waited for you to do the same.

"Lead the way, sparky," you said, using that nickname that should've been annoying but somehow wasn't when it came from you.

They walked through the dorm together, past the common room where Bakugo was now arguing with Iida about something ridiculous, past the kitchen where Sato was already prepping ingredients for dinner, past all the little spaces that had become home over the past three years.

Outside, the afternoon sun was warm on their faces. The campus stretched out before them, familiar and soon-to-be-former. There was a bench under one of the big oak trees, the same one where he'd sat and panicked before every major exam, every big training exercise, every moment when he'd felt like he wasn't good enough to be here.

"So," you said, settling onto the bench and patting the space next to you. "What did you want to talk about?"

And there it was. The moment. The one he'd been building up to for three years without ever actually reaching.

Kaminari sat down, his palms already sweating. Which was just great. Nothing said 'romantic confession' like clammy hands.

"I, uh..." he started, then stopped. Took a breath. Tried again. "So, you know how... how we've been... I mean, we're friends, right? Good friends?"

"The best," you agreed, and the warmth in your voice made his heart run faster.

"Right, so... and you know how sometimes... fuck." He scrubbed a hand through his hair, making it stick up at odd angles. "Sorry. I'm not... I'm really bad at this."

You gently tilted your head, giving him a worried look, and that made Denki look away. "Bad at what, Denki?"

"At... at talking. To you. I mean, talking to you about... about things that matter." He immediately smacked his forehead, thinking he looked so dumb.

You were quiet for a moment, and when he finally worked up the courage to look at you, you were smiling. Patient and kind and so fucking beautiful.

"You know," you said slowly, "I've been wondering about that. About why you get all tongue-tied sometimes. I thought maybe you didn't actually like talking to me very much."

"What!? No!" The response was so immediate, so horrified, that it startled a laugh out of you. "No, that's... that's the opposite of... I love talking to you. I love..." He caught himself before he could finish that sentence. "I mean, I really like talking to you. A lot. Maybe too much."

You raised your eyebrow "Too much?"

"I just... god, this is so stupid." He was looking at his hands now, watching his fingers spark slightly with nervous energy. "I've been trying to tell you something for like... for basically our entire time at UA. And every time I think I'm gonna do it, I just... I mess it up somehow. I start stuttering or saying weird shit about math problems or whatever, and then someone interrupts or you have to go do something and the moment's gone and I'm back to square one."

"Tell me what?" Your voice grew softer as you noticed him genuinely struggling to find the right words for you. And you tried not to pressure him, because you didn’t want him to feel like this.

"That I..." He took a shaky breath, forced himself to look at you. "That I really, really like you. Have liked you. Since first year. Since that time you helped me study for Aizawa's test and you got so excited when I finally understood the material that you did this little happy dance, and I just... I think I wanna be yours."

You weren't saying anything. Just looking at him with those eyes that saw too much, that made him feel like you could read all his thoughts. The silence stretched between you, and with each passing second, his heart sank a little further.

"You..." you started, then stopped. Shook your head. "Denki, you idiot."

Oh. Oh, that wasn't good. That was the kind of 'you idiot' that came before 'I don't feel the same way' or 'I'm sorry' or 'this is awkward.'

"I know," he said quickly, already trying to backtrack. "I know it's stupid, and I know we're about to graduate and go different places, and I know the timing is shit, but I just... I couldn't let you leave without knowing. I couldn't spend the rest of my life wondering what would've happened if I'd just been brave enough to—"

"Denki." Your voice cut through his rambling.

"Shut up for a second."

He shut up.

You held his gaze, steady despite the pounding in your chest. "You've liked me since first year?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

"And you've been trying to tell me this whole time?" you continued. "I think we're both idiots," you said, and you were laughing now, but it didn't sound mean. It sounded... relieved? "I thought you were just being friendly. But... I like you."

The world stopped and Kaminari was pretty sure his heart had stopped too, because there was no way he'd heard that right. No way you'd just said—

"You... what?"

"I've liked you too." You were fully grinning now, and there were tears in your eyes, but good tears. Happy tears. "I've been waiting for you to say something for three years. But then you'd get all weird and change the subject, and I started thinking maybe I was imagining things."

"But you never... I mean, you never said anything either!" he blurted out, maybe a little too loud.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was finally talking to the girl of his dreams.

The girl he'd been wishing to meet at the right time.

And somehow, incredibly, that time was now. And it was you.

"Because you kept running away!" you protested, shoving his shoulder playfully. "Every time I thought we were having a moment, you'd panic and start talking about something random. Do you know how many times I've heard you explain the difference between AC and DC current when I was trying to flirt with you?"

"You were flirting with me?" he shouted, loud enough to send a flock of birds scattering into the afternoon sky.

You watched them take off, then smiled. "Constantly! I thought I was being so obvious."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, and then you started giggling. Which made him start laughing. Which made you laugh harder, until you were both just sitting on the bench, laughing like idiots at three years of mutual pining and missed signals.

"So," you said, reaching over to take his hand. His brain immediately focused on that point of contact, the warmth of your fingers against his. "What do we do now?"

"Now?" he asked, his face heating up.

"Well, we graduate tomorrow. We're probably going to different agencies. The timing is still shit." But you were smiling as you said it, your thumb tracing patterns on the back of his hand that were making it very hard for him to think straight.

"Right," he said, trying to focus. "The timing is shit."

"But," you said, scooting closer on the bench, "I don't really care about the timing anymore. Do you?"

"No," he said immediately. "I don't care. I mean, I care, but I don't... it doesn't matter. We'll figure it out."

"We'll figure it out," you agreed.

And then you were kissing him.

At first, Denki just sat there but then he grinned like an idiot and started kissing you back.

He almost deepened the kiss… then stopped himself, panicking. 'Wait, do I need breath mints? Is my nose in the way? Is this even real life?'

He pulled back just slightly, dazed.

"I"I think I’m dreaming," he mumbled against your lips. "Wait, if I’m dreaming, can we—"

"Denki," you warned.

"Right, right. Respect. Romance. I got this." (He did not got this.)

۶ৎ

As they walked back toward the dorms, hands linked, Kaminari couldn't stop grinning. Tomorrow was still going to be scary. The future was still uncertain. They still had to figure out how to make this work with different agencies and adult responsibilities and all the complicated shit that came with growing up.

But right now, walking across campus with the girl he'd been crazy about for three years, finally knowing she felt the same way?

Right now was perfect.

And sometimes, perfect right nows were enough.

[onewheatcraig]

I'd like to start this by saying I wanna keep it civil. Not saying you're not! I just like debating and know that sometimes it gets out of hand, especially with ships!

Will's crush won't just "go away". I STILL have a crush on my best friend since 6th grade. Is it as big to where I wanna ask him out? No. But listen. It has been quite a long time since I first asked him out and he rejected me for being straight, and even in my "I hate him he's straight die die die" phase, I pictured myself kissing him and nobody else. I know that crushes, especially like that, don't just "go away".

The friend that got dumped- I don't wanna say his name so I'll call him 'Bo' because that was his nickname at one point or another- told me something I didn't process about gay people. "They're loyal, those things last a while." Is he gay? No. He had a crush on a single guy and told me it'd never happen again (especially because the guy kinda ended up using it against him...) so he isn't LGBT. He told me that when I was worried that me and my boyfriend would break up.

The friend from 6th grade- again, won't say his name, so he's 'Jay'- came out to me. He had three girlfriends and they were all like Mileven if I'm gonna be so honest. He had trouble saying 'I love you', barely showed affection, and somehow 2 out of 3 of his girlfriends were closer with me than him. Then, he told me he had never actually loved any of them, and it just kind of... happened? Like, one minute they were best friends and all good, the next they were making out and shit was awkward. Then, he liked a boy, and his WHOLE demeanor shifted. He was panicking, asking how to flirt, begging me not to tell our mutual friends because they wouldn't accept him.

Bo and his girlfriend were also like Mileven but in a different way. He felt like he could play 'hero' with a suicidal broken girl who started lying about being abused and turning to drugs.

One more example, I dated a guy- 'Jo'- and he had the same exact mentality, but it was different. We were both gay, and he thought I'd off myself if he didn't date me.

But yeah, just some of the reasons I like byler a lil more. I've watched too many similar things to Mileven play out (Mike only showing affection when she has her powers = 'I can save her!', the awkwardness, etc. All only my way of thinking tbh) to enjoy the ship. That and being gay makes me want Byler a little more. But I can see Mileven happening if Mike wasn't such a LITTLE FUCKASS PRICK

(mike pisses me off sooooooo much omg. maybe because ive been in will AND elevens shoes imo but HOLY YAP STFU SOMETIMES)

you know

Its super satisfying seeing the bylers doubt themselves. I've seen alot of these loons talk about byler doubt and have to reassure themselves that its just "straight baiting" or a diversion to keep the milevens happy and not ruin it. Yeah keep telling yourselves that you dummies. If you guys were actually so confident you wouldnt need to convince yourselves every 5 seconds. You dont have facts, you have opinions and theories. The only fact you have is that will is gay and likes mike. The facts we have is mike clearly likes girls and has only dated and shown romantic interest in el. And they've never shown any intention of wanting to leave each other.

But keep doubting yourselves, its fun to see. And keep on making fun of us, cause I promise you we'll be doing it for a long time after the shows over.

[thoughtspeaker]

The Second Watcher of the Dark Cacao kingdom had only been meant to guard the door while King Dark Cacao Cookie spoke with Pure Vanilla Cookie after the other ancient gave an abrupt visit.

What he hadn't expected was for the king to suddenly shout out midway through the conversation, loud enough that despite the thick chocolate walls, the Second Watcher could make out each word of it.

...What had Pure Vanilla Cookie told the king to make the normally stoic leader say such a thing about the normally calm healer?

...The Second Watcher wasn't sure he wanted to know.

[beefy-the-stronk]

Realizing I've never posted these Same Ol Dan doodles. Here you go, eat up 🍴

[licorishh]

i be like "i miss rex a normal amount" and then i almost pass out watching scene packs

(alternate versions under the cut because i am indecisiveeee)

[robinflock]

Sure, yeah, I understand basic figures of speech, but killing another person? That's a different thing entirely. Compare it to something like a betrayal if that's how you see it, not a fucking murder case. You'll still live your life after this. I don't see how these things are in any way related.

Starting off, don't bring accusations of addictions into this. You know my relationship with that word well. Don't pull this bullshit just to make me feel something. You didn't even address the words I said, you mentioned a point just to insult me. And, yeah, I realized I should apologize after I realized it would hurt others around me. I knew that apologizing to you immediately would do us both no good, so I didn't do it. I've had time to think about it, and I do regret not apologizing sooner. I've said that numerous times.

And, "explain exactly what you're doing with each quote" ??? What am I doing, then? Because I'm just trying to have a conversation like an honest person, and you're assuming the worst of me. Cut the crap, I'd like this whole thing to just be done and over with, I just want to talk. And, I haven't gaslit you at all! I'm accepting your reality as you see it, and trying to understand your side. You're just using words that you know as bad to try and make me look worse for trying to understand you. Come on. We need to just talk this out, and not splay the gore of this conversation for all to see on social media. Talk to me.

And, yeah, I am trying to change. I don't appreciate the implications that I'm not. I played a new strategy during practice just last night with orange, to try and get a feel for it all! I'm working on it. Don't accuse me of not changing when I'm putting in the effort here, and you're just yelling about it. Plus, I'd like to try and still be friends. All friendships have their bumps, yes, but I've realized that I've done wrong and want to apologize for it. That's the first step.

And, yes, my intentions at the start were not the purest. It was to save my reputation in the community, but now? Now, I'm worried I'll lose you too. My Hungry Hungry Hippos Tourneys mean nothing now, I just want to stay friends.

this is a callout post

@robinflock is a liar and a fake friend. i am truly disappointed and horrified. i wish it didn't have to come to this, but i have to bring his wrongs to light. it truly is tragic, but sometimes people dear to you turn out to be the ones who hurt you most... truly, i wish i didn't have to do this, but i have to expose this horrific secret: he's a yellow hungry hungry hippos main.

[babylonqaf]

There are shows that I'm disappointed got cancelled but I'm genuinely mad about Dead Boy Detectives. Like that was a huge fuckup on Netflix's part, and Netflix being Netflix means they won't part with the show and sell it to another studio if they can avoid it, while also not actually doing anything with it.

"Yeah but it had low viewership" I live in Los Angeles, tv show and film capital of the world, and saw a grand total of one billboard and very few posters... When the show had already been released.

I think they did get the mural on Melrose, the one near Fairfax, but I don't remember seeing it complete which is usually not a great sign.

The designs for the posters and billboards were so cool too, like they legitimately just threw 3 years of hundreds of people's work straight in the trash before the show even came out. I will literally never stop being mad about this.

[kanejbr3kker]

my theory for soc 3 is that it's gonna open with a zoyalai wedding, and the crows are just there cause nikolai likes them, and then someone fucks up and then the plot actually starts.