#I am leaving the simulation I can't handle this anymore

[bookshelfdreams]

HE'S A PSYCHIATRIST????

"extremely islam-critical, AfD-supporting Saudi-Arabian immigrant doctor kills 5 and injures 200 in a terrorist attack" sounds like a headline you'd see in a fake newspaper made for a shitty sitcom but it is in fact real news

[edennill]

1st age Beleriand dashboard Simulator

🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Yeah, Thingol kind of flew off the handle with banning Quenya and all that, but why on Arda are people now justifying the Kinslaying in response?? have some nuance and also, that's just plain horrible.

✨ btw-this-is-hopeless following

hope it's fine to copy your tags, mithrim, because they're great:

#I mean I know this is probably because they've taken part in the kinslaying themselves #but #can't you just admit you did wrong and move on? #in so far as it is possible because of course forgetting would be disrespectful and unwise #because the consequences are with us still #but it should be way more comfortable than being on your defences all the time #always ready to rationalize or deny #with a conscience you cannot silence

✴️ eightpointedstar83

I am tired of typing this out again and again but Alqualondë could have been averted had the teleri been less self-centred and readier to cooperate. Thingol is just another example of this attitude. But of course, please deny that the third clan is what it is and pin the blame on the people who saved everyone's skins.

We have done nothing wrong and yet our own people are turning on us. One day you will rue this.

Long live the house of Fëanor!

💝 heart-in-a-box

This is just the sort of behaviour OP was talking about.🤦‍♀️

🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Admittedly, this seems to be a fanatical Fëanorian and more committed than the average apologist of his/her own actions - but yes.

#current events #thingol's quenya ban #my post

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🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

finished another canto of the noldolante today

🌖 hunters-moon

you have a tumblr account??!

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

do I know you?

🌖 hunters-moon

yes :)

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

wait - yeah, I do...

which of the twins are you?

🌖 hunters-moon

how did you know😮???

👨🏻‍🦰red-haired-twin

he looked through your blog, nitwit :)

🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find you two out of all possible people on here...

so - which is which?

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🌸 a-flower-in-the-snow following

himring winters are horrible and I hate my parents for bringing me to middle-earth

#rant #children of exilse #i meant #children of exiles #coe

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🏞️ the-wide-earth-unexplored following

Y'all weren't joking when y'all said the Sirion is impressive...

(more photos under cut)

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#photography #nature photography #nature #sirion #falls of sirion

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🖼️ wonder-the-earth

is it still a secret city when everyone is talking about it?

👰🏼‍♀️ celebrin following

that's a good question

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👤 incessant-leaves following

It makes me sick to see all those positive nostalgic posts about the Mereth Aderthad. How pretty the pools of Ivrin were or weren't doesn't change the fact that THE NOLDOR WERE HIDING THE TRUTH ABOUT THE KINSLAYING THE WHOLE TIME. Yeah "everyone was kind" back then. You were feasting together with people whose cousins you had killed and have the audacity to complain they don't like you as much anymore. I don't care if you're a Sinda or a Noldo who "didn't take part in it" - if you say anything positive about it I'm blocking you.

#mereth aderthad #the truth about ivrin

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💎 lord-maedhros-is-the-true-king

Things they don't want you to know about Fëanaro:

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🏹 huntingprincess following

with all due respect, gondolin is the most boring place in the world.

🌼 golden-flower

it's not. but you're entitled to your opinion.

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

if only all debates on here were as civil...

👤 incessant-leaves

OP is a kinslayer apologist. Didn't you check that out before you started praising them?

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

*throws hands up*

I was admiring that one exchange.

(and this was actually more about @golden-flower's response than about OP)

*sighs*

#this site...

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[king-and-his-consorts]

Need to get a little something off my chest.

I am currently avoiding twitter because lots of people seem to be at each other's throats currently. One of those topics discussed is Sanji's "betrayal" in WCI. WCI is a favorite topic of mine so I figured I'd share some quick thoughts on this.

I always see people say things like "why didn't Sanji trust Luffy?" "Why did he attack him?" "Why didn't Sanji just leave with Luffy?" etc.

We're just going to get the "Why didn't Sanji just leave with Luffy?" out of the way first.

Answer: Sanji was being threatened with the promise of harm coming to Zeff (and others). Sanji knows that Germa has incredible reach. For all Sanji knows, they could have Zeff just in the dungeon right that second. He can't take that kind of chance because he has no definitive answers on the health and security of any of his loved ones. It would destroy him if he let Zeff come to harm. Also, I'm sure he's thinking that Luffy would be disappointed if he threw a loved one under the bus to save his own skin.

Next: "why didn't Sanji trust Luffy?" and "Why did he attack him?"

Answer: The answer to these are deeply intertwined.

Sanji and Luffy canonly have an extremely close relationship. They're very affectionate towards each other. They share a deep, passionate bond. The trust expressed between them time and time again cannot be denied. So, you see, Sanji did trust Luffy. He trusted Luffy to act as Luffy does.

The thing to remember is, Luffy is extremely possessive and territorial as well as headstrong and foolhardy. Sanji is his. Both he and Sanji know that he will stop at nothing to regain what is considered his. Knowing this, Sanji had to try whatever pitiful means he had to make Luffy not want him anymore. Verbal and physical violence were the only tools Sanji had available to try and get Luffy to drop his possessive mindset.

Verbally and physically attack Luffy were Sanji's last ditch effort to get Luffy to turn his nose up and leave. I believe that by saying mutinous things and attacking his captain, he was trying to simulate the conditions that caused Luffy to turn on Usopp in Water 7.

Why would he want this, you ask?

The answer is actually Robin in Enis Lobby.

Sanji knows Luffy. Sanji was there when Luffy literally declared war on the World Government in order to get Robin back. Sanji knows that Luffy still has the foolhardy conviction to declare war again.

The problem is that this time he would be declaring war on both Germa and the Big Mom pirates.

Half the crew is literally on their way to fight a war against Kaido at that very moment. If Sanji lets himself be rescued then his captain will have started a war with two yonko and a deranged warmonger all at the same fucking time. The thought of that has got to be frightening, especially in Sanji's currently extremely traumatized state of being. He can't handle the idea of his crew being murdered by three incredibly strong factions. So, Sanji does what he always does.

Sacrifice himself.

Sacrificing himself to a life of misery and loneliness. Sacrificing himself to an existence of his nakama hating and resenting him. Sacrificing himself to eternal guilt and agony that he attacked and betrayed those he loves most in this world.

Unfortunately, I believe that Sanji has not realized how much Luffy's logic and ability to read his crew has drastically increased. Luffy read him like a fucking book and refused to fall for Sanji's game. All it did was tighten Luffy's grip on Sanji's metaphorical leash. Luffy is incredibly selfish. He wasn't letting go of what was his and that was devastating to Sanji because now he has to live with the memories of beating the shit out of his captain and the fear for his nakama's safety.

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Anyway, that is my personal view of Sanji's headspace in WCI. It's a very deep and drawn out topic but I don't have the spoons to expand further. sorry.

[random-writing-thoughts]

I think you already know what I'm going to ask for😊

-🍄🐸

I sure do 😁😁😁

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Thought #130.6

Warnings: swearing, talk of death

Hero had watched the scene so many times. They knew what was happening. It had played in their head for years now. They had accidentally left their sidekick to die. It was all their fault.

It had been hours.

Months.

Years.

"Don't make me watch it again." Hero said softly sitting down. They pulled their knees to their chest and buried their face in their arms.

"You know what you can do to get out of this." Supervillain said with a smirk.

A gunshot echoed through the alley. Hero flinched and stood. "I'm not telling you."

Hero turned and ran away from the commotion behind them. They knew these streets like the back of their hand. They just had to get back to the main road.

Supervillain appeared right in front of them. "Nice try."

Hero yelped and turned down another street. Maybe I can get the simulation to fail.

Supervillain appeared in front of them again. "Stop it." They reached for Hero's arm.

Hero jumped to the side and turned down another street. The civilians around them started glitching. Perfect.

Supervillain was in front of them once again. "Why can't you just tell me where that fucking map is?" They yelled.

Supervillain grabbed their arm. The world seemed to stop. Supervillain froze and Hero looked around. The world around them started dissolving. They blinked and they were standing in their house again. They smiled at Supervillain. "Couldn't handle that anymore?"

Supervillain unfroze. "You are causing too many fucking problems." They threw Hero to the couch. "I just need that map."

"And I'll never give it to you. I don't even have the phys..." Hero clamped their hand over their mouth. What is going on?

"You don't have it." Supervillain said slowly. "Then who does?"

Hero shook their head and pressed their hand harder over their mouth. Why do I wanted to tell Supervillain everything?

Supervillain smiled and bent down until their face was inches from Hero's. "I know you want to tell me." They grabbed Hero's hand and pulled it from their mouth.

"No one has it. I burnt it after I studied it." Hero closed their eyes. "Why am I telling you this?"

Supervillain sat down next to them. "I told my assistants to give you some truth serum. Looks like it's working. Why did you burn it?"

"Because that's what I do. I have a photographic memory and I study what I need and get rid of the physical copy. That's why no one can find my hiding spots." Hero felt tears streaming down their face.

Supervillain smiled and stood. "I'll be back once I figure out how to get that map out of your head. Thanks for the information."

Supervillain vanished leaving Hero sobbing on the couch.

[eclairfromleclerc]

Hello people! This is my first ever attempt to write a fanfic but I just couldnt resist the temptation anymore. I hope you will like the story and hopefully this will be the first part of a longer storyline. Please forgive any grammar mistakes since I am not a native English speaker. I would also love to hear your opinion on the first part. Enjoy xx.

All's Fair

(Toto Wolff x Reader)

Being Christian Horner's daughter you were always in the spotlight, since your dad had made sure you were familiar with the F1 paddock from a really young age. Growing up into the center of the circus made you love the sport so much, that you were absolutely sure you would work for the Red Bull team once you were able to do so, and when you started your studies on business management and communications you began working part time at your dad's side, helping as much as you could, gaining experience.

You were in fact some kind of intern, behind the spotlight, but handling all the confidential information no intern could. The paddock seemed a really familiar place to you, people did too. You knew some of the drivers and even were friends with them, well one of them to be exact, Max Verstappen, Red Bull's number one driver and championship challenger. However, laying low is over. 

This season you are starting as a Red Bull executive next to your dad. You knew it was somewhat early but still, you want to give it a try after getting your degree. You had grown up in that place after all, it wouldn't be this hard. You knew exactly who was doing what and who to "like" and "hate". 

Christian always told you Mercedes were the biggest rivals and enemies, he hated everyone in that team. Well hate is a strong word, but he disliked those people and especially that guy who ran the team, Toto Wolff. You never understood why. You had met the guy like 10 times but you never said anything more than hello. All the mind games he was playing though were really nerve-wracking, as if he was following each and every strategy and diplomacy advice written on your university books. You were determined to break the guy, especially after last year's championship title.

To kick off your first on track day, you visit the Circuit of Catalunya in Barcelona for the winter testing. New regulations, new chances for a championship. You know the car is quick. Everyone back in Milton Keynes knew. The drivers, the mechanics, hell even the cleaning staff knew. You had seen it all over your simulation data (thank God you liked science and never stopped studying about it) so now the real bet is whether or not the simulations will match the reality, while you are hoping that noone else has found the silver lining you have. Especially Mercedes. The cars roll down the pitlane for the first time of the season and the Red Bull is looking good. You can't lie to yourself and you admit that that Mercedes is looking good too as it passes in front of your pit box and the Red Bull pit wall,  where you are currently sat alongside your dad, Helmut, GP and Jonathan. Looking over at the Mercedes garages you see everyone looking over the car as Lewis Hamilton passes through, and you momentarily see Toto Wolff looking in your direction glancing at your pit wall. “Jealous Much Mr Wolff?” you think and your inner dialogue is interrupted by Christian talking "Let's see what we can do this year". 

The session passed by quickly and Max who had taken over the first session did incredibly well, considering you had the idea to sandbag quite a lot. Lando had topped the day with the McLaren doing great. Max finished 5th, with Lewis who was also driving in the morning session finishing 6th. When Max comes into the garage you leave the pitwall and go towards your friend. 

"What do you say? Are we getting the championship this year?" You say giving him a hug

"With a machine like that we are up for being the best." He says smiling only with the thought of clenching the championship. 

"It's not only the machine but the driver as well Maxy" 

"You are a diamond, I'm glad to have you in the garage full-time now little lady".

"I'm glad too mate! Press now, debrief later. Byeee" you tell him and turn to leave the garage walking towards the media pen.

When you get to the media pen you see a handful of reporters asking drivers and team principals about the session, and nearby there's Toto looking around and checking his phone. You decide to go and talk to the man that will be your opponent for the rest of the year and wait till the media pen becomes a little less crowded. 

"Mr Wolff." You say confidently

"Oh hello Miss Horner. How's Barcelona treating you?" he replies looking at you with an interest in his look 

"Really good I'd say, thank you. What about you?" 

"I share the feelings to be honest. How come you are here?"he frowns 

"Oh I thought you knew that I took over an executive position by my father's side this year. Doing media is included in my responsibilities so here I am" you reply. 

"That's good, I hope you will enjoy yourself and I am positive that we will have a title fight" he says as he winks showing you what both of you had in mind. Sandbagging!

"I am sure we will give you quite a headache Mr Wolff" you say and you hear someone calling Toto, and he looks at you with his extremely annoying smug that justifies your dad's opinion on him. He wasn't wrong, the guy was seemingly unbearable.

"Gotta go apparently, see you around"

"Goodbye" you answer and you watch him disappear into the crowd of the paddock, leaving you free to go back to your duties. 

The rest of the day in the circuit passes by pretty quickly with Max's session debrief and Checo's session and meeting, leaving you pretty satisfied and optimistic for the season ahead. As the darkness falls into the catalan paddock ,which is now seemingly empty, you leave the red bull hospitality center and the warmth of your office, and step out in the cold March air of Barcelona. You take a deep breath soaking it all in and feeling a bit more carefree since your first official day was over. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't even see the people walking by and you didn't notice the steps that were approaching. 

"What you are doing right now might save you many times in your career" you hear a voice interrupting you from your daydreaming. You turn around to see a tired Wolff who clearly went through what you had and probably twice as much. 

" I didn’t think I was supposed to get advice from you but thanks I guess.”

" We will see how much you need my advice in the future. Maybe you will find out later in the season. Goodnight, Miss Horner. See you tomorrow on track" He tells you as you move past the man who by your father's saying is "your sworn enemy". He was trying to play smart, attempting to break you, but showing weaknesses wasn't like you or red bull. And you weren't going to show any. The real goal was to crush them and Wolff's little smug face and get those championships back to Milton Keynes with you. The fight is on. Regardless of what happened, nothing was going to stop you. Maybe. 

[hawksugarbaby]

Todoroki x reader- Fix you with gold

Angst + Villain reader Au

Quirk: kintsugi- you can manipulate strings of gold hardening it as soon as you need to you can also remelt it.

Crimson lights flooded the bare brick room as you watched from the corner waiting for your dear hero to wake up. Shoto todoroki. You had been well acquainted a few years back. When you haven't been coined as (y/n) (y/ln) the UA traitor but now, well not so much for obvious reasons.

Thankfully, the boy you had once loved more than anything was chained up against a chair with his head hanging low avoiding the glare of the red filter. No no this isn't your boring old yandere simulator storyline. You had no intentions of killing everyone who looked at your dear peppermint boy, you had no of killing him because you loved him that was just absolutely ridiculous... no, you were killing him because he was a hero. But was he really?

Your chair screeched as you pulled it along behind you appearing from your corner and sitting yourself down drinking a lovely tea from a beautiful porcelain cup... well, beauty is subjective. "Good morning shoto" you greeted, your cheery attitude slipping between your grit teeth. Yes, today would be a good day "lovely day, isn't it? For a little chit chat hm?" silence. Once again your response was silence "oh come on my little hero I know you're not dead. Yet" it was a fun game you two had. You would talk, he would not, but all your conversations were rather one-sided and you decided chess was more fun with 2 people. Today was going to be the day you broke him once again.

"Shoto, are you interested in what would happen to you if you keep up this silly game of silence?" you asked and finished off the tea spinning the handle around your index finger. You stood up and launched the cup against the wall fragmenting into small pieces that rained down like drops of blood, he winced knowing that the cup was expensive and not easily found. rich boys and their pottery. "I wonder how easily you shatter compared to a teacup. Shall we find out?"

You put your finger on his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His mismatched eyes bore into you with sadness "I used to love you" he whispered. You let go of him and maniacal laugh erupted from inside you which bounced off the walls into his ears "Shoto you still love me. You want me to change my ways and go back to the way I was, maybe join you as your sidekick hm?" he looked at you his eyes wide with the kindling of hope "WELL NEWSFLASH HERO I never was that girl. I was a lie, a book wrote and edited to suit you" you watched as the hope dwindled away the kindles blowing out in the icy wind of your words you leaned down to his ear and whispered "everything you saw in me was an illusion. I could never be a hero, do you know why? Because heroes aren't real"

you stood back up stretching your arms behind your back a Cheshire smile graced your face. "you still have so much time to join me sho, no ones coming to find you, dearest" you sat back down on your chair leaning forward on your hand "you're a villain (y/n) there isn't a way in hell you could convince me to come to your side" you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed yourself off the chair and walking up to him, your face barely inches apart. You kicked his chair over, flicking a butterfly knife out holding it close to his neck "NO. I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE I-IM THE GOOD ONE. YOUR NO HERO I'M CLOSER TO A HERO THAN YOU'LL EVER BE" you spat while he struggled on his back like a helpless tortoise. You were in the right of course you were. Heroes aren't real anymore just read the news the hierarchy was crumbling and the ones who were at the top had the furthest to fall.

No one needs saviours anymore. "Your insane (y/n) your sick please just let me help you" you hated it when they told you that "SHUT UP. I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT. I'M NORMAL. YOU'RE THE SICK ONE YOU KNOW WHY" you pushed the knife up drawing pinpricks of blood that trickled to the floor slowly "because you crave to feed a hunger you cannot satisfy. You want to save as many people as possible, lock up all the villains yes?" he couldn't look away from the intense expression that hadn't left your face since he told you you were a villain "what happens when you lock up the villains hm? When you run out of people to save? Who runs wild through the city then? You pump out heroes every day leaving less and less for you and between you and me it looks like your going to run out of us soon" you pulled the knife back and todoroki released the breath stored up. Now he looked at it, you weren't wrong? What would happen when the villains disappeared. The heroes that were supposed to make people feel safe no matter what had struck fear into the hearts of every civilian in the world, no one dared to steal, to murder, to light their fires across the country for them to trace back to a warehouse in the middle of the wood?

No, he couldn't be thinking about that. He was a hero through and through you wouldn't change his mind with a petty butterfly knife. You scoffed at his pathetic state squirming under you and stood up pulling his chair back up along with you "you're still so handsome shoto, it really would be the biggest shame to ruin you" you sighed remembering a time when you truly wanted to be with him no matter what. But your ideologies just weren't compatible. "Do you know what happens when you mix bleach and rubbing alcohol?" you pulled a bottle of anti-septic out of your pocket and slipped a white cloth down from your sleeve to your hand "no answer? Or are you being ignorant again" he pursed his lips keeping his words sealed in the front of his mouth "fine. Let me show you." you poured the anti-septic on the cloth and walked up to the gorgeous boy in front of you stooping down "last chance my love" he looked at the wall and you groaned in annoyance. You forced the cloth in front of his mouth and nose and smiled sweetly "you make chloroform"

Day 2

Well, it turns out yesterday wasn't the day. But he was getting close you could feel it, you would take a slightly softer approach today there was another name for this, manipulation. "Morning shoto, are you feeling chatty today?" he looked up from his chair quickly when you entered. Despite what others thought, you weren't completely heartless, you would bring him food and water, and for a hostage, it was pretty good food. Maybe it was the remnants of your love that made you treat him differently. You unlocked his chains and passed him his plate. He knew there was no chance of escape, he had tried and failed a hundred times, he couldn't use his quirk in this room, and you were waiting around every corner when he tried to run.

"You know what I really don't understand shoto?" you wandered around the ruby room admiring the walls that kept him inside "when I first met you you said you despised your father and you would go against him in every way possible" he ceased eating at the mention of his father his appetite suddenly lost in the crowd of emotions "so why even become a hero. Why did you not run off? be the opposite of what he ever told you to be?" you were getting there you could feel it ripping through the air. He was lost, and confused? Who did he want to be? Certainly not anything like his father? Why did he ever want to be a hero? To save children who had to bear what he bore, why should he care for them if no hero ever cared for him "as I see it your father is worse than ever is he not? He lost Touya, he can't find you, he's wearing fuyumi and natsuo away desperate to have his perfect creation. Wouldn't now be the best time to join me sho" the plate hit the floor splitting apart just like his own sanity. Here we go. This would be so fun.

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him and picked up the pieces of the broken plate stacking them in your hand "you've heard of kintsugi I assume?" of course he had he grew up with everything, he nodded hesitantly his dual coloured fringe hanging in front of his eye as he leaned over watching you intently. You started laying the pieces of the plate out like a jigsaw fitting them together perfectly "if you just took my offer sho..." you started pushing the pieces together and lines of gold brushed over the old cracks, you lifted up the plate and put it on his lap "I could fix you up with gold" you whispered he gulped and traced his finger over the gold that welded the plate making it better than before. "We could get to know each other again. Love each other REALLY love each other shoto please I'm begging you" you really hated playing the broken lover card especially to someone you truly did love, and of course, you wanted to know him all over again but the begging really was a chore you had to fake so much emotion.

"I-i missed you (y/n) I really did I want you to come back to me the way you were before. Don't do this please" he begged. He knew this was it. He couldn't hang on any longer he had missed you for so long he couldn't stand being away from you again and ... you were right! Why should he strive to be a hero when none had ever cared for him when he was almost dead, beaten up by his own father who had the audacity to call himself a hero. He was nothing more than the creature to be puppeteered by Viktor Frankenstein. "THIS IS ME. can't you see that shoto this is who I am? The way I was before was fictional I tailored for you" you brushed your hand across his scarred cheek and brushed his hair out of his face "but you could know me, you could love me like this, couldn't you. You just need to join my side."

he looked at you, taking in your details for the first time in 4 years. You're (e/c) orbs didn't even try to attempt hiding the craziness behind them, the way your grin had a sadistic twist that could make any god coil in fear, your (h/l) (h/c) that was matted and bloody, the way the red light mimicked the bloodlust radiating off of you, yet he could still find comfort in it. "I want to know you," he said in his low monotone voice. The breaking point. You were his breaking point. "Let's get to know each other then hm?"