#I'm done with this :')

[graytodd]

🜲 dickjay character sheets

[scurvyboy]

Your entire Misogynist Ford thing bothers me so much because it fundamentally doesn't understand the character of Stanford Pines. This is a man who's entire philosophy is based on differences and weirdness being good, there is no way anyone should fathom him being prejudiced in any way

And I'm not trying to say he's not a flawed person, but you ought to find flaws based in. you know. the characterization of the character

all of my analysis for this headcanon has been based on canon material and my own readings of his personality and knowledge on misogynistic ideology. i have also never once in my life met someone who doesn't harbor any prejudice against anyone at all and neither have you. even if that is his philosophy, that doesn't change the fact that he grew up in a situation that instills sexist viewpoints into a person.

also i don't see why this is such a hot issue while all other headcanons are fair game. i personally don't headcanon ford as trans because him being trans directly clashes with flashbacks in the show. yet you don't see people who make him trans being dogpiled with rhetoric about why they're wrong. it's the same thing in my opinion. it's just a headcanon; i've explained it multiple times and if it bothers you that much then just ignore it.

[bambidixon]

why are Daryl and Carol literally mirroring the scene between Daryl and Isabelle? I'M GOING TO BE SICK

[trygamer45]

Your art style legitimately sucks I hope you know this

I have nothing more to say to people who dislike my art style. I have done NOTHING to cause this hatred yet people think it's alright to hate on the small creator. I am done being nice to these haters and personally, fuck you to all who hate my art style.

[magicinverse]

Badboy is never gonna take care of Pepito

Badboy NEVER took care of Bobby, because Bobby didn't need to, he died because the code was attacking and no one told Roier so he had to fight on the ocean alone, and because of his lag and Bobby's stubbornness

Roier took care of him on the week and Jaiden on the weekends and when Jaiden got too busy irl they started to give Roier the weekends as days of rest, but he asked the admins first (he did live on the weekends just to take care of Bobby before that)

Now did Badboy did nice things for Bobby? Yes, but they were just plus nice things, he never needed them, his dad gave him everything he needed and more

And now his feelings (Roier's) about Pepito might be mix but he's gonna take care and give him everything he needs, he plays with the eggs, he may down Pepito cause Roier doesn't think the eggs are fragile little things, the moment he sees there's any danger or something he could consider dangerous he's gonna stop playing around to protect.

Plus he doesn't trust Badboyhalo enough to take care of his child and he's not gonna be absent to be the need, and if the need was presented he's not gonna let Badboy be the one, right now it would probably be Etoiles (not to mention none of the other parents particularly like bbh)

I know you all love Badboy babysitter a lot but stop talking about stuff you don't know, if you don't know Roier then maybe just maybe don't comment on how is he gonna be as father and how Badboy is gonna take care of Pepito? Cause it's false, and if you don't believe me check the vods, there's proof.

Edit: I was not counting on the spider boy getting kidnapped, my bad!!!

[sophmere]

Xdinary Heroes Ode in iNSTEAD!

[agathazinha2009]

something wrong in this scene? no nothing.

I just like how dreamworks did their best to not let Ty or Revvit not mutter any word about "partner", I mean, in this moment is just PERFECT. and many others I remember with a more lovely language, or something like that. Good job dreamworks...but I fear it may not work with us hehehehe

[thatonesillyducko]

"Better in the Dark"

cw!: strong language, angst, depressive related topics, slight mention of loss of someone, the rest is a pure tooth–crushing fluff (I don't fuckin' know how to write fluff man)

Summary: Another stupid one-shot fic of these two bitches, Keegan found out his wife has blonde hair?! *vine boom* nah just kidding. All I can say is "MY SHAYLA!"

Characters: Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández and Keegan P. Russ

"You don't need to hide yourself away, you only need to dye your hair"

Keegan closes the door behind them, and he lets out a long and tired sigh. He tosses his gear onto the floor and collapses onto the bed, his face burying right into the pillow. He mumbles something inaudible into the pillow, before he sits back up, and he stretches his arms, letting out a loud groan as he cranes his head side to side, the crack of his joints ringing into the room.

“Oh man, I'm fuckin'..exhausted..” — Keegan swings his legs up onto the bed, his head lying against the headboard as he finally kicks his boots off.

“Just... a few... minutes.” — He mumbles into the bed, his eyes slowly starting to fall shut, the exhaustion from the previous mission making him feel like he would pass out right there. (Keegan is tired af)

Jemíma closed the bathroom door shut, she stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom, looked at her reflection and examining her dark locks closely. She frowns slightly, noticing some her natural blonde colour starting to show out from her dyed brunette hair. She sighed softly.

“Ugh, not again. I thought I had more time before it started fading.”— She mumbles to herself, reaching for the brunette dye box she has hidden away beneath the sink. She quietly started to get ready. She didn't exactly want to disturb Keegan asleep, since he was probably very tired after the mission.

“I quietly set everything up in the bathroom, the dye box and the brushes laid out on the counter. My natural blonde hair was starting to peek through the dyed chocolate brown colon. It was strange seeing the contrast. I had always been told that blonde hair looked good on me, but honestly, I was told to get rid of it.. There was no turning back. No going back to the way I was before.

I take a deep breath, before beginning to dye my hair, knowing that this would be permanent. As the dye sets in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of finality. I remember the days of being a bright-eyed, free-spirited girl, with hair that was golden under the sun, with a smile that was always on my face. Those days were long gone now. Replaced with something darker, harsher. It felt like I was not only physically changing my appearance but also losing a part of who I once was.

The memory of my mother's words echoed in my head as I continued the process of dyeing my hair. “We live in dangerous times. It's not safe for you to look like yourself anymore.” The words were a constant reminder of the reality I had to face. Her tired, weary eyes looking at with a mix of sadness and.. forgiveness.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss as the dark dye took away my natural blonde. It symbolized something I could never get back - innocence, freedom, a life without fear. But I had no choice. I had to blend in, to be safe, even if it meant losing a part of myself. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to hide who I was? Why couldn't I just be myself, without fear? But there was no answer to those questions, no way to change the reality I was trapped in.”

A few minutes later, Keegan slowly woke up from his light sleep, and he opened his eyes, blinking, groaning as he pushed himself into a sitting position. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, his head still feeling groggy from the sleep. He blinked as he looked around and realized that Jemíma wasn't here..

Jemíma finishes dyeing her hair, her fingers running through the strands to make sure every spot was covered. She checks her reflection in the mirror, inspecting her new locks -when she hears a knock on the door.

“Jemí?” — A deep, groggy voice called from the other side of the door. It was Keegan. He was still tired, but he obviously woke up.

Jemíma was busy in her own thoughts, suddenly her heart skipped a beat as she heard Keegan's voice on the other side of the door, dropping the dye bowl and brush in the sink. The bowl splats, the dye spilling and staining the tiles.

She curses under her breath quickly starts to clean up the mess, hoping that Keegan hadn't heard and that the dye didn't get onto her clothes. She could already hear his footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. She didn't want Keegan to know what she had been up to.

The bathroom door swings open, and Keegan's tired figure appears in the doorway, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“What was that-”

He stops, his gaze landing on the stained tiles and the spilled dye in the sink. “What the hell happened in here?” — He asks, his voice still rough with sleep.

Jemíma froze as she made eye contact with him through the mirror. She couldn't help but feel like a deer caught in headlights as he took in the scene before him. She quickly averted her gaze, knowing that he would probably give her a hard time for making such a mess.

Keegan steps further into the bathroom, his eyes scanning over the spilled dye and the mess on the tiles. — “Jesus fucking christ, Jem. What were you trying to do, paint the bathroom?”

— “It was an accident, alright? I didn't mean to make such a mess.” — “Uh huh. And what the hell were you doing with the dye, anyway? Trying to cover up your grays?”

— “No, I wasn't trying to cover up grays, you pendejo. I was doing a touch up. I couldn't stand the blonde streaks anymore.”

Keegan's expression turns from one of sarcastic teasing to one of confusion. Blonde streaks? When did she ever have blonde streaks?

His mind starts to put two and two together, and he realizes that Jemíma might have just inadvertently revealed something about her past. She doesn't seem to have noticed what she just said, but Keegan's eyes widen ever so slightly as he takes in the implication of her words. — “Since when the hell did you have blonde hair?”

Jemíma swallows hard, suddenly realizing her slip-up. She didn't mean to reveal that detail from her past.

“It's… it's nothing, okay? Just forget I said anything.” — She tries to brush off his question, hoping he would drop the topic. But Keegan's expression turns even more serious, and he steps closer to her, towering over her frame as he looks down at her.

“Bullshit, it's not nothing. You don't just randomly say something like that and then tell me to forget it. You're hiding something, Jem.”

Jemíma's heart raced as Keegan stepped closer. She could feel his gaze on her, his intense stare making her feel uneasy. “It's really not a big deal, alright? Just… let it be, Keegan. Por favor.” — She pleaded; her voice slightly shaky.

Keegan's expression hardened even more at her pleading. “No, I'm not letting this go. You're hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is.” He reaches out to grab her arm, his grip firm but not painful.

— “Don't even think about lying to me, Jemíma. I can see right through you.”

Jemíma flinches at his grip, her heart pounding even harder now. She tried to keep her voice steady, to remain strong. — “It's... it's complicated, alright? It's something from my past, something I don't want to talk about.”

Keegan's eyebrows furrowed, his grip on her arm not loosening. — “No, I don't understand.” Because that's not how a marriage works. You don't get to just hide things from me, especially something like this. You're my wife, Jem. You're supposed to trust me enough to tell me anything.”

He pauses for a moment before his expression softens just a bit. — “What are you so afraid of? Why won't you talk to me about it?”

Jemíma took a deep breath, her gaze shifting away from him. — “It's… it's just something from my past. Something I don't want to remember or think about.”

“Jemíma, whatever it is, you can tell me.” — Keegan's grip on her arm loosens slightly, his expression softening even more at her words. He steps even closer to her, his voice becoming gentler.

“We've been through a lot together. There's nothing you could tell me that would change how I feel about you.”

Jemíma's heart felt conflicted. On one hand, she wanted to tell him everything, to finally let him in on her past. But on the other hand, she was scared. Scared of how he would react, scared of what he would think of her.

— “You promise you won't think differently of me if I tell you?” — “I promise, Jem. Nothing you say will change how I feel.”

...

— “Back when I was a teenager... I had blonde hair. It's not something I like to talk about. It's a part of my life that was filled with fear and uncertainty. I... I was constantly moving from place to place to evade... evil people... and I had to change my appearance constantly so I wouldn't be easily recognizable.”

Keegan's eyes widened at her confession. His hand on her cheek remained gentle, thumb lightly rubbing her skin in a comforting way — “Jesus, Jemíma… I never knew. You've never mentioned this before.”

Jemíma shook her head slightly, her expression filled with a mix of sadness and fear at the memories resurging. — "It's not something I like to talk about. I've tried to bury that part of my life as deep as possible. But… there are times when I can't escape it, and I end up doing something like this.”

She gestured towards the mess in the sink and the wet dye-covered bathroom.

Keegan's expression softened even more, his gaze never leaving hers. His hand on her cheek trailed down to her chin, gently tilting her face up so their eyes met.

— “I understand that it's difficult to talk about. But you don't have to go through this alone. You have me. We're in this together, remember?”

Jemíma's eyes watered at his comforting words. The weight that had been pressing down on her shoulders for so long… it felt just a little bit lighter. She nodded at his words, a bittersweet smile on her face.

— “I know. I'm just… I'm not used to sharing things like this. I've always preferred to deal with things on my own.”

Keegan's thumb traced along her jawline, his touch gentle and reassuring. He leaned in slightly, his voice soft but sincere. He could see the pain and discomfort in her eyes.

“But just because you can handle things on your own doesn't mean that you should have to. Letting me in... letting me help you... it doesn't make you weak, you know that, right?”

Jemíma's heart ached at his words. She knew he was right. But part of her still grappled with the fear of being vulnerable, of trusting someone so intimately with her secrets. But looking into Keegan's eyes... seeing the care and concern in them... it was hard to resist. Without another word, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He held her close, his grip gentle yet firm.

Jemíma melted into his embrace, the tension in her body easing as she leaned into him. Hearing his words... feeling the comfort and warmth of his arms... it made her realize just how much she had been keeping bottled up all this time.

“This feels... nice." She murmured, her voice slightly muffled against his shirt. "I'm not used to it, but... I think I like being with you.

Thanks for being here, for understanding, for... everything..” “You don't have to thank me, sweetheart. I'm always here for you. No matter what. We're a team, remember? We face everything together.”

[lesson-in-ruthlessness]

never shuffle falsettos because i was listening to baseball game then what would i do played

[cantstayawaycani]

i'll try to summarize it, but basically, she accuses him of

taking his condom off without telling her

she says he looks out for women who are vulnerable to be with them and then he ghosts them

she calls poder prieto a sect bc their objective is to gain fame through it and not actually do something about racism

the other women she metioned in her original post (other 'victims') are from poder prieto, but she only mentions one actress that slept w/him bc she said it would help her career (maria elena says 'sleeping with him is like a rite of passage'), it was consensual though. she also said another girl told her 'he's super idiotic but he's trying to deconstruct himself. i know'

she said those ppl she mentions turned her back to her when she accused him

she accuses him of gaslighting and pity play (then she adds that poder prieto has been doing the same to 'take care of him')

basically that, then she goes on about her attack and statistics.

honestly i'm still processing but i think yeah, it sucks to be ghosted and feel used, but it's not a crime, that's just a man being a fucking jerk. the only thing that could potentially be a crime is the stealthing (but i don't think it is treated as one in mexico).

i guess now we'll have to wait and see what he has to say. i honestly don't know -if this is false- how he'd get out of it or make a proper response.

and not to make this about me but this is so fucking tiring, my dear. i need a hug.

WARNING -- THIS ASK MAY BE TRIGGERING

Basically, she accuses him of:

taking his condom off without telling her

This is rape. I won’t mince words about this.

she says he looks out for women who are vulnerable to be with them and then he ghosts them

More than simply fuckboy behavior, yes, this can be categorized as predatory. 

she calls poder prieto a sect bc their objective is to gain fame through it and not actually do something about racism

This is 100% apparent to me. I had a feeling about this organization since I started learning about Tenoch.

the other women she metioned in her original post (other 'victims') are from poder prieto, but she only mentions one actress that slept w/him bc she said it would help her career (maria elena says 'sleeping with him is like a rite of passage'), it was consensual though. she also said another girl told her 'he's super idiotic but he's trying to deconstruct himself. i know'

Again – this can absolutely be described as predatory. Culturally, in our patriarchal society, we want to call the "playboy behavior. of a "womanizer". A fuckboy. But as it is described in her statement, it is preying on vulnerable women looking for careers. The “trying to deconstruct himself” part seems to be what he tells himself and what he tells these women and what he has told us, and man, did we fall for it.

she said those ppl she mentions turned her back to her when she accused him

Again, this is typical of our societal culture that turns their backs on women who protest the continued normalization, rationalization and encouragement of this type of behavior.

she accuses him of gaslighting and pity play (then she adds that poder prieto has been doing the same to 'take care of him')

Not surprising now that the rest of her story is put in context for me. It's in the playbook of the abuse of women and the protection of men.

Elena’s character is of course being put into question. But two things can be true. She can have been a bad actor in other people’s lives and been preyed on and abused by Tenoch. Just like Tenoch can present to us a great man trying to champion others who has also been predatory, abusive — and if he indeed stealthed her or other women, I’m sorry but that makes him a rapist.

It’s shocking to me that there are some who still don’t see it that way. Who are even now, kind of naively writing these things off as “a woman scorned” who caught feelings, got dumped, and is now trying to get back at him. They don’t seem to see themselves as participants in rape culture.

I am guilty of it too. Before I read the (translated) statement, I was angry. Then I realized in a snap what the fuck I was doing. I thought about my mother. I thought about my sister. I thought about my aunts, my cousins – and myself. What Elena describes here is exactly the sort of things we have gone through, and even now have to watch out for, from men.

This will anger some people. But, that’s just the truth as I see it. Trying to rationalize and excuse his behavior by dumping on this woman and demanding that she provide proof is exactly what that is. You can’t prove stealthing. You can’t litegate it either.

You have to do the mental and emotional WORK to recognize the tendency to make excuses for the behaviors of men and to stop yourself from engaging in it.

Please, please please anon, don’t twist yourself into knots so you can hold on to the belief that Tenoch didn’t do this to this woman. 

“Is there proof?” No, and there won’t be. 

“Is it criminal?” Not technically, but stealthing certainly should be. It’s a form of rape. It’s non-consensual, unprotected sex. 

“Is it her word against his?” Yes it is. But despite how people want to characterize her, even if she is the most horrible person, if there is even a flying chance in hell that she’s telling the truth, that cannot be overlooked.

Give yourself peace of mind. Be his fan if you want, but accept that this is more than likely a part of who he is as a person.

I can’t support him anymore. I said I was waiting for more, but there is no more. I can't see anything happening legally unless it ends up like the Heard/Depp situation.

I am sending you hugs and love, truly, sincerely. And if this makes you and fellow Tenoch fans angry with me, I understand. But for me, life is too short. And I have other problems to deal with. The stress of this – something that does not belong to me? Is not worth it.

I need to get some sleep tonight.

.......

UPDATE because people continue to find this post:

Due to information uncovered about Elena as well as her own contradictions and discrepancies, I cannot support her claims against Tenoch. I no longer find her credible. If you want specifics, send me an ask.

[smokyquartz323]

I've been thinking since the news broke that trump won, and I have something to say: I hate him and his mindless sycophants. With every fiber of my being, fuck them all. May your existence be a curse upon you and yours. I hope your food burns. I hope your drinks taste like piss. I hope your plumbing fails. I hope you always stub your toes. I hope Murphy's Law takes a sadistic turn on you. May everything you touch wither away. I am beside myself with anger and fear. To everyone who tried to prevent him, thank you. For all who supported him, fuck you. May you all suffer for what you've done.

[miketober]

Are you gay

Yeah, I am, actually!

For your mother!!!! 😧🥰

[partyp00per]

Why so hostile for no reason

I really, really hope that if you ever go to the backrooms, you never say that last message to a Partypooper, because I assure you, you will die in a painful way.

Seriously, you shouldn't say that. It's disrespectful, rude, and if I responded to that in character, it'd not be as nice. - Mod

[yellowcry]

Excuse me, but can someone turn the fucking hot water back on?? What is it? A promotion "Turn off the heating and lose hot water as a gift"? It's only April. It isn't a freaking time for turned off water. Please, I don't wanna sit without hot water for 8 months again.

[twenty-orange-balloons]

I don't want to sound like an ungrateful bitch (which I'm sure I am) but can people please just add an Implied/Referenced switching tag!? Even if it's just a sentence, a word, anything at all that implies they switch during sex!! Please

[fipindustries]

I still believe that death is very much an enemy to be conquered and that people who act like death is not only not a big deal but also a good thing because it's "natural" or inevitable or a part of life that we have to cross our arms and do nothing about are wrong.

Still believe that immortality is something that should be sought after

But also I really need to start adopting an attitude of fuck it if I die then I die, too bad, whatever. I'm really tired, I'm so me tally exhausted of the endless battle that it is to make sure this shitty fucking body stays functioning properly.

I still will take care of myself but also, if it fails, oh well, who cares, I made it to thirty and they were pretty good and the were more than a lot of people got

This uunbearable near constant anxiety is destroying my brain and rotting my mind and I don't want to suffer it anymore. I'll consciously take the choice of being blissfully unaware over being miserable thank you very much