#It's the joke version of so bad it's good

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Twenty-One - Tyler Owens x Reader

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Chapter Twenty-One - Love And Light

You were awoken by lightly being shaken, with Tyler saying your name. You turned on your back, forgetting you were on a swing. You rolled right into Tyler’s chest as he was kneeling next to you. This made you jolt awake and rub the sleep out of your eyes. 

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he chuckled, “Where’d you run off to last night?” 

“Morning,” you said while sitting off and looking over at the horse pasture, the palomino named Duke nowhere in sight. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, rubbing your arms.

“Yeah,” you said softly, grabbing your earbud from the ground and putting it back in its case, “I just needed some fresh air.” 

“Did I stink that bad?” He joked, smelling his shirt and armpits, “Or did I snore loud?” 

“Neither, Ty,” you said, looking back at him and noticing he showered, “The last week has just been a lot mentally. I just needed some time to process it and I think last night it all just hit me.” 

“Was it sharing a bed?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep last night so I came out and took a small walk to the pasture and met your aunt’s palomino named Duke,” you said, “Then I came over here and stared at the stars for a bit and that’s the last I remember.” 

“Are you better now?” He asked, taking your hands in his. 

“Yeah, I am, babe,” you said while giving him a small smile. 

“Okay,” he said, pulling your head down gently and kissing the top, “Breakfast is in the making, she’s making my mom’s recipe for pancakes.” 

“There’s a recipe for pancakes? Not just a box mix?” You asked, getting up and stretching your arms up. 

“My mom made the best pancakes,” he chuckled, “You’ll see.” 

He grabbed your hand and lightly tugged you towards the house, the sweet smell of the syrup drawing you in. You could never resist a good pancake, especially if it was his mom’s signature recipe. 

“There you are, silly girl,” his aunt said, “I saw you curled up on the swing when I got up to check on the horses this morning.” 

“Yeah, I needed some air last night,” you said, sitting down at the table, “It’s been quite the week for me.” 

“Tyler was telling me that you saved a boy's life in that twister,” she said while flipping the pancakes, “Pretty brave of you.” 

“I do what I can to help anyone in a storm like that,” you said, adjusting the sweatshirt to not be choking you. 

“Here babe,” Tyler said, handing you a cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” you said softly, holding the cup tightly as your fingers were cold. 

“You sound like Tyler in that aspect,” she laughed, “That boy runs into more storms than I think he has run away from.” 

“I wouldn’t doubt it,” you said, taking a sip of the steaming liquid in front of you and letting the steam warm your skin. 

“I drive into them, thank you,” he said, sitting beside you and leaning back into the chair. 

“That’s the same thing,” you laughed, setting your coffee cup down as his aunt placed a plate of the fluffiest pancakes you’ve seen in front of you. 

“Not really,” he said, taking the plate from his aunt and grabbing the bottle of syrup. 

As you smeared butter over the top of the three pancakes, Auntie B’s phone rang from the counter by her coffee cup. 

“I swear if that damn horse got out again I’m going to lose it,” she said, answering it and holding it to her ear. 

“How many horses does she have?” You quietly asked Tyler as she got up from her spot at the table. 

“Three, Duke, Clyde, and Bonnie,” he said, shoving a massive bite of pancakes into his mouth. 

“Which one always gets out?” You asked, cutting the first bite of pancake off the large disc. 

“Clyde thinks he can run like he’s the horse version of Bonnie and Clyde,” Tyler laughed, “Bonnie doesn’t run thankfully.” 

“My mom asked me last night if you’d be able to help them out with hauling some hay once we get there,” you said quietly, “Is that okay?” 

“Hell yeah,” he said, finishing his second cake, “That sounds fun.” 

“Yeah, fun,” you laughed slightly.

“It’s only fair since you helped my aunt with her chores,” he said, nudging your arm with his elbow gently. 

“Getting eggs and picking stuff from the garden aren’t really chores though,” you said, “Hauling hay is a completely different story.” 

“I’ll believe it when we get there,” he said, “Speaking of which, we should head out here soon. Auntie B would understand we had to leave.” 

“You can grab our things while I was dishes,” you said, taking the last bite of your pancakes and standing up. 

“If you say so,” he said, standing and bringing the dishes to the sink, “How were the pancakes?” 

“Delicious,” you said, rolling your sleeves up. 

“Did you want to change before I grab the suitcase?” He asked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“I probably should,” you said, “You can always wait in here until after I’m done with dishes and changing.” 

“I probably should get Cash’s food into the bed of the truck and make sure he goes pee before we leave,” he said against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you washed the syrup-covered plates.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay,” you said, slightly pressing your body to him. 

“Okay princess,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear softly. 

You rinsed and dried your hands, turning around in Tyler’s arms and placing your slightly damp hands on his biceps. 

“I could get used to days like this,” you said softly, taking in the quiet moment between the two of you. 

“Oh really?” He asked, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Yeah,” you said softly, rubbing your nose on his. 

“Maybe on our way back from your parents we can stop by my parent's home and see if it’s something we can dive into,” he said, his voice cracking with sadness. 

“Only if you want to, Ty,” you said, rubbing your thumbs on his muscles, “I know it’s hard.” 

“It really is,” he said, choking back a couple of tears, “But I found someone who can help bring the light and love back into it.” 

“I’ll do my best,” you said with a smile. 

“It’s all I could ever ask for,” he said, gingerly pressing his lips to yours. 

You pressed yours back, running your hands along his shoulders to his neck and the back of his head. Your lips moved in sync as if they were made for each other, both of you staying in this kiss until you had to pull away to breathe. 

“(Y/n)?” He asked breathlessly, still catching his breath. 

“Hmm?” You hummed in response. 

“Will you officially be my partner in crime?” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. 

Your breath hitched, and you knew you had to commit fully or keep your heart under lock and key.

Taglist: @fanboyswhore9 @faith719 @ummmeg @nerdgirljen @winterassassin1804 @smoothdogsgirl @xbox5angelx @ifilwtmfc

[narrators-journal]

Grass is greener

Okay! So, I only did the barest of skims on Feitan’s wiki as a refresher for this, and then just wung the rest off of memory. So, this might be a bit hit or miss on characterization, but I hope it’s still a good read. It came a lot easier than I thought it would, probably just because I think it’s funny to imagine someone as cruel and blood thirsty as Feitan being domestic, and maybe a little bitter about how, deep down, he’s okay with that, or enjoys it. Either way! I knocked it out p quick, and I hope you have fun reading it like I did writing it.

It felt like only a few years back, Feitan Portor had been a name that was feared across the country. His sadism had been a nightmare for just about everybody, good or bad, acquaintance, friend, or enemy. There had only been one other person who seemed to have the spine to challenge his reputation, and he’d ended up marrying that person. Together, the two had became a whole new source of fear for people.

In reality, though, that had been at least sixteen years ago now. Nowadays, the most blood the ravenette saw came from the steaks he’d order rare on date nights. The most torture he got to inflict came whenever he got the chance to teach his sixteen-year-old daughter his tactics, or on those few, rare times the two of you were able to get a full night completely free of your trio of children. Most of his day-to-day, though, was packed with far less exciting things. Parent-teacher meetings, cleaning, debates on whether or not his second youngest would be a headache or not.

God, I miss the spiders… He thought as he plucked the mushrooms out of his toddler son’s chubby hands before he could ‘stealthily’ swap it for more marshmallows. I’d even welcome Uvogin into my life again. Or, maybe I can talk Phinks into letting me torment him. Lord knows he makes enough jokes to deserve it. “Papa, papa, papa!” His hyperactive daughter chanted at the same time with a jumbo-sized box of colorful, sugary cereal held up to try and distract him from her baby brother. “Put it back, you don’t need it.” He sighed with barely a glance offered to the girl as he put his hand protectively back on the mushrooms in the cart. “But I want it!” “No.” “But I want it.” “No.” “But I want it.” She insisted stubbornly, and Feitan took a moment to ‘think’ before he responded to that one with a flat, “No.” Which, got him a very pissed off look from the little girl and a snort from his eldest daughter.

Thankfully, you returned from the depths of the store at that point, quick to snatch away the cereal and plop it back onto the store shelf. “Leave your father, and the mushrooms, alone. You guys already have sweets and cereal in the cart.” You reminded, and shut the conversation down with a swiftness. Which, made the ravenette glare at you while he watched you unclip the toddler’s child harness from his belt so that you could pick the little boy up an ease that made him smile slightly behind his face mask.

After all, of course a squirmy, mushroom-hating tot was nothing for you. If you were able to pin and go toe-to-toe with Feitan, a miniature version of you surely weighed less than a ten pound bag of rice. Maybe that’s why you have such an easier time at this than I do. He thought at you with a hint of bitterness in his own internal voice. Though, whether that came from his restlessness, or the bit of jealousy that seemed to permanently linger, even after your marriage. Though, at the same time that Feitan wished ill upon you for the sheer enjoyment of it, his attraction to you grew stronger.

How could it not? He knew how strong you were, and it was a thrill to see you use that strength to carry one of his children so easily. It proved to the ravenette that you could still fight him if you wanted, and he very much wanted to fight. “-tan? Hey, hun.” Your words abruptly flopped onto the train tracks of his thoughts to drag the pale man back to reality. Back to the commercially scented aisles of the shop and the cookies that you held out to him. “Can you go put this back and retrieve the mushrooms?” “Right.” He muttered, his mood curbed by the triumphant giggle of his second oldest child as he went back to find the mushrooms once again and return the cookies.

On the bright side, He told himself as he passed chips, dips, and bread loaves, When the spiders do finally reconvene, I’ll have at least one daughter trained in my ways. Maybe both of them if it takes long enough. I’m sure Chrollo would be very happy with that. As if Feitan would actually let his children follow the morbid life path you and him went down. Despite being a sadist, he wasn’t a Zoldyck. He wasn’t so morally bankrupt to wish his children the same difficulties he has had to deal with.

Feitan was a bit restless and unaccustomed to the domesticity of family life, yes. But, it still brought him joy to find his family in the maze of shop aisles and hear his younger daughter lisp indignantly, “But you don’t thtop her from buying candy!” “That’s because your sister’s buying that stuff with her own money, and she’s not fighting me on mushrooms.” You pointed out, before the teenage copy of himself stage whispered, “I’m also the favorite.” to relish in yours and her sister’s denial of that fact.

It wasn’t as good as the fear Feitan used to induce in people, but at least he could find joy in the knowledge that his children could be just as mean as him.

[plusvanity]

Some silly little HCS for my fics:

NPD x NPD

-you might think this is the worst combo imaginable and you're damn right, except that they actually make it work because Abbath is overt while Varg is (for the most of the time) covert -they're practicing mirroring and enabling one another to do stupid and impulsive shit, so they only get worse -cocky bastards, inflated sense of self, grandiosity and all that jazz that basically hides raging insecurities. One wants to live it up like Lemmy Kilmister while the other is dreaming of being a dictator -the empty schizoid core dilemma: Abbath is a fucking alcoholic because he cannot stand his own emptiness on a sober and lucid mind. Varg is arguably better because he wants to remain sober and as sharp as possible because he knows that when he drinks a little whisky he's the bottom of Abbath's jokes -the Dead Mother concept -Varg inevitably becomes overt because his false ego grows like a tumor on Abbath and it makes things harder for both of them -narcissistic rage and pity parties -they never actually give one another narcissistic supply because Varg is too fucking proud to admit he likes taking it up the ass while Abbath doesn't know how to talk with mean girls (especially those who piss while standing, have scars on their faces and like setting shit on fire) -pyromaniacs, thought it was worth mentioning -friends with benefits is just an excuse for being deprived together -Abbath actually makes the fatal mistake to fall in love for Varg and he's massively disappointed when he sees Varg growing a beard instead of tits but he's sad and lonely anyway so he'll take whatever he gets. He's no high maintenance -Varg is an asshole and breaks Abbath's heart as if it wasn't enough that Abbath breaks his liver every night in Apollon -neither one is optimistic about the future and that's for a good reason

NPD x ASP

-you would assume that this isn't healthy because Varg can do the automatic bitch move of 'swallowing' Pelle's personally whole but he doesn't. He behaves exemplarily because he's desperate to find someone to love him despite being a sore loser -the shared fantasy: they both live like elves in Tolkien's little fairytale (although Pelle lives like a strigoi in Transylvania) because real life just sucks and because they're both so deeply misunderstood -both are very bad at communication, especially Pelle, but Varg is naturally quite observant and tries to find out what's bothering his lover. When Varg is being silent is mostly because he's either entirely collapsed (narcissistic collapse) or his ego is injured. Pelle usually gives him space but if Varg doesn't get better in a few days, he'll eventually try to talk with him which is very tricky because Pelle doesn't talk much -nerdy sleepovers braiding their hair together and watching Pelle Svanslös (the 1981 version) -both are big introverts, but the difference between them is that Pelle is asocial while Varg is prosocial (he still needs narcissistic supply even if he prefers solitude instead of human interaction. It's quite complex and disappointing) -they both read one another like open books because they have seen everything the other can offer (the good, the ugly and that weird thing in between) -Pelle's emptiness and ego-death is different from Varg's narcissistic emptiness, but they find comfort in one another no matter what. The most powerful thing that Pelle told Varg was 'if you don't have any sense of self and you are just a mirror that can reflect anything, why not try to reflect me instead of the anger of your parents?' because in this way, Pelle gave Varg a chance to be a better, less hateful and less vindictive version of himself. Of course Varg is still struggling and probably always will -they desperately need love and they're emotionally depended on one another. Once Pelle cracked Varg's defense mechanisms and vice-versa there was no turning back, they had to be the other's salvation - trust issues rule over them. Very careful with people around them, they're both paranoid and highly protective with each other -Varg doesn't look for narcissistic supply in Pelle because he doesn't want to take all of Pelle's energy. It's a boundary that he has for himself in order not to ruin their relationship so he uses fanboy like Fenriz to tell him how great he is and all this nonsense -they do love each other deeply. Even if they never experienced true love before, they know that their feelings are true and it's the only thing that makes life bearable

NPD x ASPD

-this is where all the scary shit begins -every failed psychopath is a narcissist (this should tell you a lot about narcissistic rage because they can't be anything but angry losers) -partners in crime (or rather Varg is Faust's little chewing toy) -what happen when you take the ego and the super-ego or an individual? You're right, all you're left with is great, kinky sex. (Freud would've laughed. It's a good joke actually) -Faust can and will make Varg worse. It's a matter of time until he breaks Varg's core -church burnings, vandalism, robbery, murder, gay sex, cannibalism and whatever else you would expect from two mentally deranged, ego-dystonic young and highly hormonal bastards -Faust's chronic and incurable boredom is just what makes him get an interest in Vikernes in the first place. What they have is not a relationship to him, but an opportunity to have fun -manipulation, gaslighting, abuse, etc. It's basically a Killing Stalking situation but Varg isn't going down without a fight or a good fuck -drunk non-consensual coitus -one of the dirtiest moves Faust does on Varg is shaving his head of after a nasty fight, so he strips him of all of his integrity and dignity to show him who's the boss (for a bit of context: it's Varg's fault that he tried to run off with their stolen money) -they're do a lot of crazy shit but get rid of the evidences. They firmly believe the police is dumb enough not to get them -the empty schizoid core x2 again, although one of them is even worse -Faust is able to get Vikernes though the full cycle of narcissistic emotional outbursts from total collapse to needy borderline to secondary sociopathy while Varg is only able to get Faust pissed -buried past, non existent future, just live in the moment. Carpe diem, brothers ✌✌✌ -the lone wolf and the hungry tiger archetypes. The consumption is visceral and that's all I have to say

[housewarningparty]

in mourning tat my saturday ritual is over so dropping by to share random lore about the current lol/lor version of Vi (shes pathetic) to cope further:

genuinely kind of a fucking loser LMFAO. she has a dig she makes at jayce being a lab rat in the cardgame, and he basically just counters being like "WOW YOU FINALLY GOT A FUCKING JOB HUH"

theres a little yordle dude, veteran investigator, in lor whose lines basically indicate that one of his job roles is "try to get vi to actually do her work and keep her out of trouble". he literally threatens to report her to caitlyn if she keeps fucking around and vi is just like 'but sheriff cupcake cant be mad at me!!!' in that 'im just a little guy' tone

she immediately gets mad when another enforcer card is like "i have orders for you from the sheriff". god forbid her girlfriend make her actually do her job

one of her 'entering the field' lines in lor is from league ("im doing this my way"). cait, if on the field already, responds with the most exasperated "WE are doing this OUR way" like. she is sooo over her shit

any time jinx is played on either enemy or ally side, she gets so angry its so funny. shes so pissed her sister is there she is sooo annoyed. patrol warden is another enforcer card (where jinx has clearly vandalized their splash art) and when they tell vi there's been a vandalism at the docks, shes SO MAD because its jinx ("WHY THAT LITTLE-").

to say nothing of her "EVERYTHING REMINDS ME OF HERRR (eats cupcakes on the ground sobbing)" joke line they added in her brawler skin in lol. she is such a fucking loser. my god

like, modern Game Vi has the exact same energy as "your lesbian friend's loser GF who she very graciously gets a job at the same place as her, except now half of her time is spent trying to keep her GF from getting fired." she has all the energy of 'im just here bc my gf is here and sometimes i get to punch bad guys.' its such a funny direction for her that shes absolutely not good at anything besides the punching part of her job (and the repariing hextech per her old lore, but thats it). im coping so hard right now im coping im coping i love Vi LegOfLeg

This is so funny, I love all of this. Arcane Vi is such a lightning rod for torture and despair which is certainly entertaining in its own way but this also seems like such her vibe. She deserves to be a hot slacker trophy butch for Caitlyn that everyone else puts up with and/or mildly resents bc of the obvious favoritism going on

Also "WE are doing this OUR way" is so fucking funny.

[theriddleskeeponriddling]

Rambling : Riddler : Empathy And Riddler’s View On Relationships

I was speaking with my friend about how my Crowverse version of riddler handles friendships, empathy, disorders, ect. I really enjoyed voicing it there, and now I wish to voice it here so I can look to it for reference and whatever. Thank you @a-sxft-chaotic for helping me by psycho-analyzing my Riddler, Much love to you silly Crane2.0. This post may be updated tomorrow when it’s not late and I can think better. Suggestions to anything mentioned here are welcome

Edward has several disorders. Autism, maybe Ocd, Npd ect. He is already born with lower levels of empathy, but with added traumatic childhood experiences, it has only gotten worse. He rarely had any friends has a child. He was too honest. Blunt. And stood out for not expressing sadness or care like other kids. After elementary school, he never made any more friends.

E (Age 7): “Did you not see the sign?”

(A kid, at an indoor pool, sitting with family and crying from a bad knee scrape after running and slipping on a puddle)

L: “Eddie! Just go and ask if he is okay..”

E: “Why are you mad? I told him there was a no running sign. It’s a pool. I told him, so he can be more aware”

L: “I’m not mad, I understand that Eddie just- It’s his birthday I think he would appreciate people checking in on him.. Not telling him he should look for signs next time”

The first closest sort of friend he makes, is a girl named Destiny. A girl often bullied for being of color, and requiring a wheelchair. She is similar to Hannah in the ways of being very empathetic and supportive, traits that Edward finds foolish but admirable in a way. He doesn’t make much effort to be her friend, giving her schoolwork anytime she is away for surgeries; Lending her books that she sees Ed reading; and whatnot. Destiny views Edward as a close friend, and believes he is nice for his treatment to her and the several times that Edward ‘mysteriously’ got her bullies to back away. (blackmail) He slowly starts to get used to her, but the girl, so morally righteous, finds that Edward bought a laptop using money stolen from his father and tells Mr. Nashton, Unaware that Edward would receive a bad fracture to his leg the following night.. This is the first point in which Edward truly starts finding friendships as an inconvenience.

Riddler calls everyone ‘friend’ even after saying how much he despises every person in the Rogues Gallery. He jokes about not having friends, and always claims it as his biggest strength. He doesn’t have anyone to be used as blackmail, He doesn’t need to worry about anyone other than himself, he doesn’t need to worry about losing anyone.. It sounds easier to him. It is a mix of pushing people away, and being overly egotistical that causes Riddler to have no real friendships. Riddler grew up accidentally appearing rude and emotionless to everyone around him, So now he believes it himself. He believes he doesn’t care for anyone, and refuses to make any real connections or offering genuine kindness. His common response to being asked why he is how he is.. “I have always been like how I am today. I’ve always been the best, so why would I change?”

Jon: You think you are the best thing on this planet. That you’re better than everyone else. You say you are too good for relationships but really Edward, you are just a scared man. You want attention. You love it. But if you care for those giving it to you.. you back away. You don’t want the people you care for to leave you Ed. You are scared of being alone, but you think that because you are so much better than us all, you would rather choose to be alone, than have friends leave you just so that your fate is your own doing and not ours.. What? You think that’s some advantage? Choosing to not have friends? Because all I see, is you screwing yourself over the assumption that nobody could possibly care about you.

Riddler is rude for three reasons.

1) His autism prevents him from understanding why he should change his blunt and honest mannerisms, which appear as insults to anyone who is faced with them.

2) He thinks he is better than everyone else, and as such, his opinions matter more than anyone’s emotions. He has so much pride, that he refuses to change anything about himself for the benefit of others. He also sees that caring for others is a weakness. It means putting emotion over strategy and logic, and in his line of work, there is no room for such a risk. Edward believes that nobody should even like him. That he is so rude and emotionally absent that anyone who cares about him, is foolish and makes no sense.

3) He refuses to keep anyone he cares about close.. Caring for himself alone is easier, and if he thinks everyone will leave him in the end, why risk the relationship at all? He is already well disliked, but if he starts becoming fond of anyone, he starts pushing them away with more negativity in the hope that they will leave him now, instead of leaving him later when he is more attached. Choosing the lesser pain.

Riddler’s sisters, Hannah(2-) and Lydia(6+), are the only two he has consistently cared for. After leaving for Gotham at 18, he cuts ties with them, thinking to reconnect again only once he makes a name for himself.. But when the name happens to be for a well known costume criminal, he further refuses to speak with his sisters. He figures they are safer in their hometown, and it means that he doesn’t have to think or worry about them at all.. When he finds out his older sister Lydia moved to Gotham as an officer, Riddler can’t handle the concern that he has avoided, and begs her to leave so that he can forget about her more and so she isn’t at risk. If she is in danger, Edward knows he would risk himself to help, but because he loves himself so much, he hates the idea that he could ever consider sacrificing himself for anyone else..

This is the end of this Rambling session, for now. I do plan to change the little speech for Jon, I need to flesh his character out more, but other than that, this is pretty much all I have going for Edward.

Edit: This Riddler Is Asexual or Demisexual. That form of relationship hasn’t existed for him. Romance is being thought of story-wise, but hasn’t happened for him at any point before age 27

[justletmeon12]

I hate puns, but I love when a dramatic story element leads straight into a terrible pun.

Therefore, the red herring bit got me to laugh.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

i think the barbie movie would have a profound psychological impact on hua cheng

prev comic / next comic / follow for still more hualian barbie movie content because i am not done

bonus angsty version 🎉 i hate love expressions just a couple tiny lines on the mouth and eyebrows and it goes from silly to sad

:(

[stairset]

I think the portrayal of Spider-Man 2099 in Across the Spider-Verse is in-character in that aside from like Shattered Dimensions he's always been portrayed as a bit of an asshole who slips into anti-hero territory at times and generally has a "needs of the many over the needs of the few" mindset and given his specific circumstances in the movie it's not unreasonable to think he could take the actions he does. However it does kinda suck that since like 99% of moviegoers had no idea who he was before the movie came out their first impression of him is when he's in an antagonistic role and people think "antagonist" and "villain" are synonyms so now I'm gonna have to listen to people who've never read a comic saying he's a villain or isn't a real Spider-Man for the rest of time or at least until he inevitably changes his mind in the third one.

[mellotronmkll]

He's so fucking funny

[ameliafuckinjones]

On the one hand I love usuk (though interpret it as ukus) on the other I see the opposition toward and diminishment of the ship within the fandom at large as divine punishment for turning England into a whiny bottom twink who can do no wrong and America the big strong macho man with no sensitivity. In my eyes, the ship, which was once so popular in the fandom, simply lost the mandate of heaven. Where once the usuk fandom was as plentiful as the stars and beloved, it is now few in numbers and an outcast in comparison to other ships that only gained in popularity and eventually overwhelmed usuk in terms of content and adoration (rusame and fruk). Why? Because while usuk shippers succumbed to tired old yaoi fujoshi tropes from the mid 2010s, rusame and fruk shippers were creating Shakespearean ass soulmate doomed tragic lovers content with nuance and multitudes. That USED to be usuk, but not anymore. Cause of woke.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Amanda Grayson with her Hubby and Stepson

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

First time I've started shipping two characters, not because of their chemistry or narative paralels or smt but mostly bc it would be fucking hilarious

[waywardsalt]

mmmgh

[cescalr]

Barbie movie trailer looking fucking terrible. BRB gonna go get out my white blue and red 3d glasses and watch magic of pegasus to remeber what joy feels like /joke but not really. Only the part where I still have those glasses and wouldn't give myself a headache trying to use them haha don't you just love degenerative eye conditions and the passage of time

[torgawl]

everyone here was soooo excited because a national channel was going to bring back this iconic tv series, directed specifically to the youth, from our childhood and adolescence that we are so nostalgic about after 11 years for them to disappoint us all with the trailer because it looks like elite 2.0

[girlscience]

i genuinely think fanfic might be ruining my life