#I am not a fan

[formulanni]

Let the chips fall where they may.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[idle-compy]

wow mine is so bad [link]

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Pop Question:

Imagine your Pokemon AU is like The Boys. Out of all of your characters, who is the Homelander in your AU?

You mean suppossed goody goody who is outright evil and has a very inappropriate crush on a coworker to the point you are actively jealous of her child for spending time with her? You are willing to kill people to push your own perverted agenda just so you can get the praise of that one woman, actively ignoring any forms of harrassment that your coworkers are giving and threatening them all to the point that they fear crossing you in any capacity cause you can and will kill them and be painted as a hero for it?

No one. I do not like him, and i refuse to have anyone like that.

[erindromeda]

I don't much care for Hazbin Hotel, but I'll admit, I can absolutely respect the power play of putting the most blatant tumblr sexyman character imaginable in a show, and then confirming that the character is aroace. If I can give the show credit for one thing, it's Alastor. I always appreciate ace rep. Ace rep is important, regardless of how I feel about the source.

If you're in this fandom, please heed the wise words of this humble outsider - a lot of you are gonna be writing smut of this aroace character who has expressed repulsion towards sex on more than one occasion, canonically. I'd like to very timidly say that disregarding a character's asexuality because you just find it unimportant enough to disregard is kind of not cool.

I am asexual, and I can confirm that we are *starving* for rep. I'm not aromantic, but I'm very confident that they're even hungrier. A lot of people don't understand us, we're a mystery to a world that craves romance and offers tax breaks for marriage and has 90% of its pop songs be about sex, in horrifying detail.

So any time a mainstream ace character comes along, it's an absolute blessing. Acknowledgement. Because romance/intimacy is so often the "final goal" for characters in media. And hell, I love a good romance story. But aces and aros have completely different arcs to go through which are just as important and interesting and fascinating, but so often not prioritised.

So when you're engaging in The Fandom Activity and seeing people writing fanfiction of a sex repulsed character having sex, do spare a thought for us asexuals, many of whom will also be in your fandom, many of whom will see this fanfiction and think "damn, is my experience not interesting enough for you?"

[hbpseverus]

an unfortunate side effect of looking up snape on pinterest a few times is that now everytime i open the app my feed is full of ai snape images. and it's usually him and hermione kissing and the algorithm won't stop shoving it in my face it's been weeks help me..!!

[qqueenofhades]

I have had a migraine for four days straight. Aside from cutting off my own f'n head, is there anything anyone would suggest? Tylenol and ibuprofen don't really help. Blergh.

[thebellekeys]

neil gaiman sexual assault perpetrator?!

[ladydeath-vanserra]

😭 I saw the casting for Adrian for the VA show what did they do to my man omg

[0livdocx]

Big reputation big reputation oh you and me we’d be a big conversation

[mrs-weasley-reid]

so i got this acquaintance who also likes criminal minds and i asked who's their favorite character and they said "ooo, hotch and emily! Hotchniss!" and i laughed and left—

[fighterkeepsfighting]

[stargiirl27]

ice spice they could never make me like you

[silurisanguine]

The band Ghost look like a cool goth band... Then sound like a 70s prog rock band. Wtf I love their look, but not their music.

[rad-rat-with-a-tophat]

yoyoyo, guess who finally made a shitty recording of the piano track for a song from the Teenage Rockstar Splendor au??? me. i have. has it been close to a month? yes. do i care?not really. is this bad? also yes.

here is the link to the lyrics

[whatiswhump]

Max, the Science Experiment

“You’re not well, we are here to help you get better.”

They had taken him years ago. A few days after his thirteenth birthday.

The uniform they had first put him in hung massive on his frame. They pretended like he wasn’t a kid, wasn’t even a human. He used to be timid, the quiet one at the back of class. Through tears and screams he learned to fight back. He learned to bear the sensation of a taser and the humiliation of punishment.

For so many years, he was spoken to like he wasn’t even there, an object or animal.

They told him he was sick. He agreed.

If he hadn’t been before, they made him sick, they turned him into something feral. For eight years he had been kept in the white room, taken out only for medical treatment and torture, usually the same thing. He hadn’t read anything other than the odd glance at a medical chart in that time. Hadn’t had a real conversation, hadn’t seen the sun. Although sometimes they put him under some kind of lamp for vitamin D.

His body had changed and he grew into the uniform, horrible humiliating changes also occurred. Studied and recorded by the doctors. He used to wonder if he would ever escape but he doesn’t let himself have those kind of thoughts anymore.

The same way he doesn’t think about his past life, his mom, his dad or his little sister. A few years in he realized he couldn’t hang on to that fantasy anymore. He sometimes wondered if that life had ever happened at all. Or maybe he made it up? It was too… too different to exist in the same world that this life did.

But one day something changed.

Someone addressed him by name.

“Max Groenfield?”

He looked up from where he had absently been staring at the ceiling. He normally didn’t acknowledge when the lock and door clicked open, whatever the staff wanted, they would make known. It didn’t matter whether he was ready for them, if he cowered or fought. He did still like to fight. It kept things interesting. So when this man entered, and uttered his name, his real name, not his number, a jolt, a horrible horrible feeling stuck through him. It made him feel sick.

He glared at the man, trying to mask the raw sensation he was feeling.

“Max Groenfield, yes?”

Max furrowed his brow, who was this new man, and why, why was he asking this? He sat up and his spine prickled. 

“They told me you could talk.”

Something akin to anger sparked in him. Who was this man and why had he come in without a guard, was he stupid enough to come in unescorted? Max didn’t even think he was carrying the remote to his control collar.

“I can speak,” He growled back at last.

The man smirked, sizing him up. What was he going to do to him?

The man moved in and closed the door behind him.

“You’re an interesting case, Max. I’ve studied your files for the last few weeks.”

Max unwrapped his legs from beneath him, on edge, ready to be hurt. But also confused. It was unsettling to be spoken to.

“Do you know why I am here?”

No one ever asked him anything other than where it hurt and how much.

The man stepped closer until he was only a few inches away.

“I am going to ask again and I expect you to answer me, do you know why I am here?”

Max shook his head.

“I am your new handler. I know in the past you’ve had a more hands-off approach but I’d like to change that.”

He reached out and took his chin. Max flinched but his grip was strong, “You put a staff member in the medical bay last month. That was very naughty of you.”

The man moved his head so he could examine his face more clearly, “I know they punished you… like they always do, but like I said, I think you could benefit from a different kind of approach.”

At the mention of punishment, Max pulled back more roughly. He didn’t know why he hadn’t tried to already rip this man to pieces.

But before he could even make a move to, in one quick motion, the man took his other hand out of his pocket and swiftly jabbed something into the side of Max’s thigh. Sedation was nothing new, he waited for unconsciousness to take over, but then it was different. Instead of passing out, his vision became a little blurry and he suddenly felt very tired. He fell into the man’s chest and felt the man steady him and hold him there.

“Shhhh- that’s it, that’s a good boy.”

It felt very very wrong.

“I just injected you with a new serum we’ve been working on. Makes you more… pliable. How do you feel?”

Max could only let out a confused groan.

The man laughed and combed through his hair with his fingers once, “That’s what I thought, you’re not so tough as you’d like to be are you little guy?”

Max remained arrested where he was in minor horror. It was one thing to be shocked into oblivion, it was another thing to be handled like this. 

“I think you’re going to make a terrific pet for me… and be of actual use to the doctors like this.”

The man moved back but still kept both hands on his shoulders, a smug sense of ownership in his expression as he took in Max, “Now that you’ve calmed, let’s go for a little walk to my office.”

The man guided him up and he clumsily stood, his grip was tight and even through the drug he could feel the pain of his fingers digging into him as he directed him out of his cell and through corridors. 

“Today, I just want you to get used to me, so we’re gonna take it easy, you can sit on the ground while I do paperwork.”

Max stumbled along in dull horror. He wasn’t surprised to be controlled, that was nothing new. But the manner in which this man was treating him? Taking him to his office, calling him by his name… it was a too much… overwhelming.

“You’re crying, interesting. I didn’t expect that.”

They were in his office now, he had been in offices before, usually restrained.

“Sh, it’s alright, this is a lot isn’t it?” The hands were back around him, he was being made to lean into his chest.

“You are going to be very interesting…”