#Loather of Guy

[penncilkid]

WIP Wednesday Time

(Pretend like it's still Wednesday, okay /lh) Thank you @frenchiefitzhere and the lovely people who voted in my poll yesterday, "Honey" won so here's my WIP of his design

His name is Tyrese (he/they), nicknamed Reese or "Reese's Pieces" by Guy. He's Black, autistic, and has resting bitch face because it's a vibe /pos

[magicalmanhattanproject]

i am a siblings headcanon loather so i think that right after getting out of prison through Entirely Legal Means, cellbit ended up sharing a tiny, shitty apartment with bagi and neither of them ever spoke very much about their past and cellbit assumed that bagi was also a criminal on the run and bagi had never had the best memory and she assumed cellbit had similar struggles to her and they grated on each others' nerves constantly because both of them were banking on the other guy being the one with the normal human schedule and the one who could leave the apartment or even hear people moving around next door without having paranoid violent panic attacks about it and they ended up selling their perfectly good fridge (the only decent appliance they had) to buy two minifridges so cellbit could keep his meat that he always ate jsut a little too raw and messy away from bagi's fake meats and they always argued about which one was more expensive and which one took up too much of hte budget that they didn't really have and which one of them needed to get a real, legal job and where was the other one's money even coming from anyway and also they were literally the only person in the world who would care if the other one died so they were best friends kind of by default and kind of because they were actually really good friends until they just started getting their feet under them and cellbit got into therapy and they both got real jobs and they kept in touch for a while and just drifted apart the way people sometimes do and then when they meet each other again they don't recognize each other's names or faces but they recognize stealing each other's clean clothes when they didn't have change for the washing machine and how that always worked out because they pretty much had hte same fashion sense anyway

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Pride Month Character Sexuality Headcanon Moodboards 1. Yasmine - Lesbian 2. Demetri Alexopoulos - Gay 3. Moon - Bisexual 4. Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz - Bisexual

Next up is everyone's favorite Demetri Alexopoulos-obsessed slightly evil predatory bird boy, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz! Unlike with Demetri, I am fully aboard the Bisexual Eli Express. Justice for bi guys!!! We need more in media because it is in fact sexy and valid to like dick AND boobs!!!

Now, quick disclaimer that there is not a single mlw Eli ship that I personally fuck with in the least. I've been pretty loud about the reasons for my immense distaste of H*wkM**n, and could in fact write a 20 or so page essay on why they're one of my all-time NoTPs if prompted. Furthermore, my first impulse upon seeing any other female character paired with Eli (or...really, any character who isn't Demetri, or possibly Miguel in extremely specific circumstances) is to keep said pairing approximately 491263844976 feet away from me. BUT, despite my personal feelings of revulsion upon seeing Eli paired with anyone who isn't his soulmate Demetri Alexopoulos, I fully believe Eli is bisexual and that there's plenty of textual evidence to support this!

So let's dive in!

The first thing that comes to mind is how Eli vents to his mom in the 2x05 flashback about how he's "never going to get a girlfriend." Granted, as I've mentioned in some other posts, high school dating is often more about social status (i.e. being seen as "desirable" enough to get an SO makes you more popular) than genuine romantic attraction. BUT Eli voicing his concerns to someone he clearly trusts more than most people indicates to me that he wants a girlfriend more than just for show--he's attracted to girls.

I have a friend who since moved on from the fandom who did autistic analyses of Eli, and pointed out that he's often uncomfortable with eye contact. Pre-Hawk, the only two people we see him make consistent eye contact with are Demetri and his mom. This seems like a pretty good indication that these are the two people he trusts the most, and can most honestly "bare his soul" and be himself around. Another reason I think his vent to his mom about worrying he's never going to have the experience of dating a girl has authenticity to it. I can't compare this to Demetri's interactions with his mom, unfortunately (and it's a damn shame!!! I demand to see Ms. Alexopoulos in S6!!!), but I can say for certain that Eli has expressed wanting a girlfriend from a (presumably) vulnerable and honest place, while S1 Demetri only ever seems to do so performatively.

As previously established, there is no bigger H*wkM**n loather than I. I make no secret of this. HOWEVER!!! I feel like it'd be naive--and maybe even dumb--to pretend that there isn't at least some physical attraction there. Granted, they're definitely emotionally incompatible in a way I wish the show had the balls to actually address (like how the fuck is a pacifist gonna last in a relationship with a dude who loves fighting more than just about everything else lmao), but I can buy they find each other physically (and probably sexually) attractive. Moon basically says as much when she's dumping Eli in S2! They very much strike me as one of those teenage couples who are all over each other 90% because of hormones. I'd say the main difference between them and Dem and Yas is that the performative aspect doesn't seem to be there. While Dem and Yas feel like they're putting on a show, it seems like Hawk and Moon really were just that horny.

So throughout S2, we see Hawk treat Moon in kind of a possessive way, and more as arm candy to make him look good than as her own person (yet another reason I am such a Hater lmao). Despite this, he spends so much time in S3 and S4 moping over her and pining for her that I do think they had somewhat of an emotional connection, even if it was pretty surface-level. I still think their relationship was mostly based on looks and social status, but him being that hung up on winning her back (a frankly unhealthy thing that should not have been narratively rewarded btw) instead of just moving on to some other hot girl who'd give him the time of day indicates that Moon was more than just a beard.

So like. I feel like if you weren't convinced that Eli has feelings for Demetri, you wouldn't be reading a post written by tumblr user demetriandelibinaryboyfriends XD But to briefly summarize: Eli spends much of the show shooting Demetri Yearning Looks and being the only one amused by his antics. Even when they're falling out, Eli is borderline obsessive about harassing Demetri when he could just ignore him and focus on his Cool New Karate Friends. He often seeks Demetri out in fights in a way that feels pretty damn fruity. He's pretty physically affectionate with Demetri, and never seems to mind when Dem is physically affectionate with him (to the point of near cuddling in S4). This is...unusual for teenage boys, to say the least! Oftentimes even the straight ones are so terrified of being perceived as gay that they're super stingy about all but the most "no homo" type of physical affection. The fact that Dem and Eli pretty liberally put their arms around each other and give each other little gestures of physical affection makes me think that they've been in a homoerotic friendship so long that they like. Don't even realize it comes across as kinda gay??? Like Miguel and Demetri are physically affectionate too, but it's much more casual and doesn't feel as intense.

Also worth a mention that Eli is literally simping for Demetri so hard that he joins Demetri's karate dojo right after being terribly traumatized and deciding to quit karate. Why??? Because Demetri said some encouraging things to him, cuddled him on a couch, and basically confessed his love by being like "hey I'll always care about you no matter how you wear your hair or what name you go by." This man is whipped as fuck. His actor basically confirmed he won the championship for Demetri! And lest we forget, the final push that got him to betray the dojo he'd previously devoted his entire life to--also led by a dangerous war criminal sure not to take betrayal lightly, might I mention--was seeing Demetri in danger. Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz is in fact Down Bad.

So I'm not a big fan of the migu/eli ship for reasons I don't want to get into here, but imo it's completely possible Eli had feelings for Miguel at some point (I just don't think they were ever reciprocated because Miguel is in love with Sam!). He definitely idolizes Miguel and puts him on a kind of "coolness" pedestal that feels like it could easily be romantic. He also gets so obsessed with avenging Miguel that he breaks the arm of the other guy he has a crush on, so...there's also that!

Come to think of it, there are actually some really interesting parallels between the Miguel/Eli and Moon/Eli relationships. Both are kind of a case of Eli getting really enamored with this idealized idea/concept he has of a person and getting so wrapped up in that that he has a fundamental misunderstanding of and neglects the actual person's wants and needs. Hence why he's so confused when Moon and Miguel tell him they don't want him in their lives if he's going to be an ass--this isn't how the doe-eyed ever-adoring hot girlfriend and stone-cold, super aggressive badass bestie he built up in his head were supposed to react! Why are they acting like independent people with agency who don't conform to the versions of themselves in Eli's fantasies???

(This is also why I think Demetri's the healthiest and most sensible romantic partner for Eli btw. Eli doesn't idealize and borderline deify Demetri the way he does for other people he has feelings for/seems to have feelings for. He's known Dem so long that we can reasonably extrapolate any feelings that developed were based in the Demetri that was actually there, and not a fictional version he built up in his mind. In fact, it almost seems like Demetri knows Eli has a tendency to do this and won't let Eli project an untrue version of Demetri onto the real guy. That might be why Demetri staunchly refused to change himself to go along with Eli's karate shenanigans in early S2--he was basically saying "I am who I am, and I refuse to become this impossibly glorified image you're projecting onto me." And I can't blame him--I actually get really annoyed when people try to put me on a pedestal, and will often go out of my way to break their illusion that I'm whatever perfect, wholesome box they try to shove me in XD Bottom line being that between Moon, Miguel, and Demetri, I think Demetri has the healthiest relationship with Eli because it's, at the end of the day, the most honest and doesn't hinge on any untrue and unfair projections.)

At the end of the day though!!! The fact that Eli is able to separately idealize both a guy and a girl and both in a pretty romantic or romantic-coded way is pretty damning proof to me that he is in fact bisexual! Look, not all bisexuals process their feelings in healthy ways okay aiksjuuhfkdhg

He dyes his hair ALL THE DAMN BISEXUAL FLAG COLORS. And on the order they're on the flag, too??? Red (S2 - S3) to purple (S4) to dark blue (S5)??? Fucking wild. If this was a fanfiction I would joke about it being too on-the-nose, BUT NO. THIS IS CANON MATERIAL IN THE SHOW.

Okay, I'm sorry, but. NO non-queer dude dyes his hair bright-ass colors like that. Red or blue maaaaybe, but PURPLE??? NO. Straight men simply do not dye their hair purple. Like speaking as an LGBT I'm here to tell you that in the community, brightly colored hair (but especially more "flamboyant," girly colors like purple or pink) basically a signal that says "hey, I am also queer!" ESPECIALLY if you're a dude. Straight girls dyeing their hair bright-ass colors is more common, but I have never known a single straight guy to. And that's because it's associated with being gay af.

Also I can't tell you the amount of times they've put this dude in bisexual lighting. The ones I can think of off the top of my head are S2 Valley Fest and the S3 arm break, but I'm sure there are more I'm forgetting. Demetri is there both the times I mentioned. Hmmmm.

Took some liberties with the bisexual flag in this moodboard to better fit Eli's vibe...and also like. These are literally the three colors he dyes his hair in canon. I had to XD

I'm still not over that btw aksjdkhuef like it's so bisexual it's PAINFUL

I really like how this one came out <3 Hopefully I was able to capture the full scope of technonerd, avian motifs, and that one S3 angerboi I-want-to-punch-everything-and-everyone arc!

Btw the top middle picture is just supposed to be neon fire because our boi is Fiery™️, but then I realized it...kind of also looks like a mohawk??? So kudos to me for the accidental character accuracy XD

Okay so. Would you believe I have several more of these that I didn't have the chance to post? ^^; I uh. Guess I'll have to make July Pride Month 2.0 and post them then XD This is what happens when I'm too overambitious in my shitposts, eh?

As always, pic credits available upon request!

[textingtroublesanswers]

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Also, completely unrelated to anything going on in the infirmary: I did not start the whole thing with giving info on Ludwig at BLU for Lionel to be dogged on so badly.

Personally, I think all the characters have their good and bad qualities, and obviously BLU is already having a pretty bad run of it in the grand scheme of the RED vs BLU, and Lionel was a friggen head in Ludwig's Fridge, so yeah I'd be pissed at the guy too!

Overall, we're all here to chill and have a good time! It's not serious from either side, the Lionel Lovers or the Lionel Loathers. We can all coexist in Harmony!

-🦖

Mod B: you didn't even know Lionel was there to begin with. I brought him in to start some shit with Beetle. I never thought the anons would go for his throat like that!

[tomhardysurinal]

People get so riled up over a gay man being into masc guys and masculinity like 😂 you can see it with the lens bears are put under. They're lame unless they like something intrinsically not masculine by traditional standards like fucking musicals or doing ballet. You know the whole point of these scenes is our existence yes? Our right to do whatever we want without harming anyone? You watching Shrink Wrap and then going "🤔 maybe masc4masc types just don't have any strong male role models" is actually just homophobic, sorry 🤷‍♂️

I'm an entire homosexual and I appreciate that masculinity comes in a range of forms and that both that and femininity are quite nebulous and culturally driven concepts but I'm not going to suddenly be into femmes to make you feel better. I like big hairy men! I like aggression! I like cigars and suits and obnoxious cars! It's fucking hot 🤷‍♂️ and telling me to examine why I find that hot firstly assumes that I have no introspection whatsoever, which as an anxiety riddled self loather is blatantly WRONG I promise you, but also again it is just homophobic! Just ask me why I don't like women and cut out the middle man 🙄😂

You spend every day of your life as a gay man questioning yourself and your mentality so I'm not here for a fucking nonbinary asexual demiromantic/whatever straight people are calling themselves today telling me I don't have any self-awareness because I'm a gay man who likes men 😂 you can dress up your shit in whatever progressive language you like we still know what it is you're saying

[daddy-ul]

Sorry sorry but i gotta say, regarding the movie/première thing:

As a Lars blog i am so so happy for the Lars loathers??? Sjsjsjsja like, YES DUDERS, this is for you! This will not give you reason to moan about him

>>>> he talked 70% less that what any Metallica fan would expect him to talk.

Rob talked a lot!! My impression was that he was the one who talked the most? And i totally enjoyed it.

Tell me everything, Mr Tru 👌👌🙏

Also I'm sad that i couldn't gif the guys repeatedly making fun of Lars finger wagging tendencies snsjsjsjs all three, all coordinated.

That's true friendship, right there.

[twoballs-onehammer]

Welcome to my Pit

Now leave if…

DNI if you’re a “phobe” and/or “ist” etc. of any kind, are not of age, don’t think I’m funny, and/or are just generally a nasty person. This is a safe space, and I do not want a bunch of miserable creatures coming in here and harshing the vibe. You know who you are, and now you know that you are not welcome here.

About Me

22 year old test tube baby

Knowledgeable about horses (autistic)

Funny little guy (5’6 female)

Aspiring nurse

Loather of nursing school

Crusty little white dog haver

Kpop enjoyer

Internet enthusiast

Incapable of getting horny but still makes your mom squirt like a fire hose on the regular

Peepee poopoo LOL

[anthonybialy]

Liberated Fort

Braxton Bragg had nothing to brag about.  His tactics were as disagreeable as his choice of team.  Consistent ignominy from someone who was less than a historical footnote shouldn’t come to mind frequently.  Thanks to removing his name from a rather prominent fort, we can remember to forget someone who hated America so much that he quit it.

The biggest objection to naming one of America’s biggest military installations Fort Liberty is the lack of a new honoree.  Find a deserving person instead of a concept.  They couldn’t think of someone to commemorate?  That’s unless it’s named for Jeff Liberty, in which case I apologize to his spirit and ancestors.  I hope the Army is more inspired in strategy than they are in titling headquarters.  The new name is generically unimaginative even if I’d like to go on the record as being pro-liberty.

Fans of the civilization that’s led to comforts such as air conditioning and voluntary exchange are understandably defensive.  Anyone appreciative for freedoms available in the one country founded on the notion they exist is long past sick of monuments literally being torn down.  At the same time, handing out participation trophies isn’t a new phenomenon.  A second place finish in a war with two entrants is one of several reasons Bragg’s side failed to inspire.

You’d think open rebellion would be something the military would not want to celebrate, and you’d finally be correct.  At least don’t suck at it if you’re going to reject your nation.  Bragg embodied losing on behalf of the cause of owning others.  Leave his name behind with his thought process.

That was just the person to not honor or emulate.  Some corrections actually get it right, which feels odd in a very enlightened era where noting genders gets one banished.  Internal kvetchers freak out about our beloved autonomous nation, which is merely a side benefit.  Fans of the winning side remain thankful that the Confederacy relied on thick-skulled nitwits whose limited frontal lobes only allowed them to envision frontal assaults.  Bragg made the case against white supremacy.

But entire decades are now being condemned, including the current one.  Figuring everyone in the past is as racist as we are in the present is what leftists do instead of learning a trade.  An ironically reactionary habit destroys worthwhile memories.  The only thing worse than, say, condemning Teddy Roosevelt because his statue is misinterpreted by pinko lunatics is the way they’ve been granted final say.

Fretting that every name change means history’s deletion is an understandable but imprecise reflex.  Contemporary struggle sessions have conditioned those suspicious of woke maneuvers to figure every new moniker is designed to appease political correctness.  But the Trumpian impulse of thinking anything your foes oppose must be awesome is fraught with peril even if the guess is correct most of the time.  Declining to honor Civil War silver medalists should create common ground.

Blanket statements only seem to cover everything.  The technique of outright condemnation is preferred by America’s loathers.  Painting with the broadest brush Home Depot stocks is yet one more tiresome tendency from those who think everything everywhere is racist.  Make sure to not emulate social justice warriors.  Use that absolute certainty to ironically scrutinize on case-by-case basis, which is one courtesy they never reciprocate.

Some rebrands emphasize righteousness.  Renaming the USS Chancellorsville for American hero Robert Smalls celebrates a badass who escaped slavery by using signals he had learned while manning a Confederate ship to dupe his captors.  Fooling CSA military members by dressing as one of their captains is as brave as it is hilarious.

Nobody deserves a ship featuring his name more than a guy who stole one from the people who fought to keep him enslaved.  The only way to improve the designation is if his replaces a Union loss, which it thankfully does.

History’s more complex than the simpleminded claim.  Condemning or lauding everything is suspiciously easy.  It’s worth the effort required to discern the difference between acknowledging events and honoring certain players.  Noting having an installation bear one’s name is a tribute and not a mere acknowledgment of previous existence does not constitute a revisionist rewrite.

The chance to mock is the reward inadvertently provided by ingrates.  It’s an obligation to scoff at sanctimonious lunatics trying to recast America as a diabolical entity created to perpetuate racism.  Notice they never leave the most oppressive place they could have been born despite their protestations regarding the alleged resemblance the naughtiest version of Germany.

But not every new sign on an old facility is a surrender to aspiring autocrats using 1984 as an instruction manual.  We’re free to not laud twits, jerks, or jerky twits just because they happened to be born before us.  Presuming previous generations got every naming correct is as foolish as wholesale rejection of great humans whose sacrifices brought us much good.  Use the fort’s new namesake judiciously.

[kaynothanks]

Walk By Daytime

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Ask: @pncnsc 7 with Daryl Dixon pls from other

Prompts: "Do you know how much I love you?" "Who do you want dead this time?"

Warnings: swearing, negan being himself

Word-Count: +1k

In Alexandria, everyone had a part to play. Some people really enjoyed doing their jobs, and others loathed them. You were a loather now. Loathing the fact Rick had chosen to take you off of recruiting duty and put you on guard duty instead, meaning you had to keep watch over the cells all day long. There were so many other jobs you would rather have done. Work in construction maybe, even though you couldn’t even hammer a nail into a wall to hang a picture, perhaps you would have made a solid farmer. Might have bored you a bit but you would have gladly lived with it. If you had to choose you would have gone with becoming a part of the scavenging crew, but no.

You were forced to attend to the only prisoner in all of Alexandria, and probably the most obnoxious person on top of that.

"You know, sweetheart," his voice rang again, making your head fall back against the wall with an annoyed groan. "You would have made a fine as shit wife." You stayed silent, not wanting to play into his little games. He was only trying to get a reaction out of you, you knew, but he was making it outstandingly hard. "What's your name?" He waited for a moment but chuckled when he understood you were not going to reply either way. "Don’t wanna talk about that superficial crap, huh? No worries, sweetheart. Let's dig up the deep shit, shall we?" Your jaw clenched. "You spreading your pretty little legs for any of these pricks here?"

"One more word and I will come in there and cut out your tongue," you hissed, turning to stare at him through the bars.

You had hated a lot of people in your life before the world went to shit. There was your neighbor- a grim old man - who when you were little had shouted for you to get off his lawn, then there was your roommate back in college, who made a habit of bringing a different man by almost every night.

"Your big-ass f*cking lady-balls would shrink a size if that cell door weren’t there," he grinned, standing from his small bed, to be closer to you.

"Hm," you made, leaning a hand against the bars. "You know what I would do with my big-ass lady balls if that cell door wasn’t there?" He grinned, obviously enjoying himself, as he bit his lip, waiting for you to continue. "I would wrap them around your throat and f*cking strangle you with them."

"Oh, baby," he moaned, as his head dropped for a second, as he rested his forehead on the cold bars. He was close enough to try and hurt you, but you knew he wasn’t that stupid. "I think my dick just twitched."

You moved away, rolling your eyes. "F*cking pervert," you muttered, just as the doors to the basement opened. A relieved sigh left your lungs. "Thank god." You handed your gun off to the guard that had to take the next watch. "A second longer and I would have had to stand trial."

The guy chuckled. "That’s why I bring these." He held up a pair of headphones, plucked into a Walkman.

"Good luck," you said, walking past him, not wasting another second. You wanted to spend some time with people you could actually stand. Maybe teach Judith some more card games, so she could beat you in some new games. She was a fast learner, much to your dismay. But first, you would find your better half. You walked the streets of Alexandria for a bit, just wandering around mindlessly, stopping from time to time to chitchat with a few of the other citizens until you saw the rugged broad-shouldered redneck walking a few feet in front of you. With a hasty jog, you caught up to him, wrapping your arms around one of his, making him stop in his tracks.

"Jesus, woman," he muttered. "Why 'ya sneakin' up on me like that?"

You pressed your cheek against his biceps, looking up at him. "Do you know how much I love you?"

He looked at you for a second, his eyes furrowed and one eyebrow raised. "Who'tcha want dead this time?"

You pouted, standing on your toes for a second to press a quick kiss to his cheek, knowing he wasn’t all too comfortable with doing something like this out in the open. You pointed to the penitentiary that had been set up. "You know the little window right at the cells?" He nodded with a grunt. "So, I was thinking, maybe you could just walk close to it, you know, and maybe you could trip and accidentally shoot an arrow through Negan's brains? Sound good?"

He grinned a bit, nodding with a grunt, ere he took your hand and started walking in the direction of your shared house. "Could be done, but that son of a b*tch deserves to go down beggin'."

"So, we smuggle in a walker and lock it with him in a cell and get a good show."

"Hell, woman," he grumbled jokingly. "What's that bastard done to you?"

"You try guarding that prick for twelve hours a day," you sighed, entering through the front door and heading straight for the kitchen. "We got some leftover stew." You pulled out a ladle, putting it down beside the half-filled pot. After hearing him grunt in agreement, you turned on the generator in the basement, just long enough for you to reheat the stew, and then turned it off again. It was like an unspoken rule for the citizens to save as much fuel as possible.

You handed him a bowl with a spoon before both of you sat down on the couch. Without using hands, you pushed off your shoes, ere your legs flew up over Daryl's legs. A delighted moan fell from your lips as you chewed, grinning at Daryl. "You should cook more often."

"It dun' taste like nothin'," he said with a mouthful. "You jus' don’t like cooking."

"Not true!" You giggled. "I just like watching you play housewife."

"I'd make a damn fine one, too." He hummed. "Better than you anyway."

A laugh escaped you as you threw your head back. "Sneaky, but at least I do the dishes."

"I do the dishes," he complained.

"Letting Dog lick them clean is not doing the dishes." He grunted while you emptied the bowl, putting it beside Daryl's on the living room table. Slowly you climbed into his lap, pulling at the sleeveless vest he was wearing. "So, you wanna come with me later, visit Judith? I thought I would teach her how to play Rummy."

"Watch Lil' Ass Kicker kick your ass? Any day."

[ducking-quack]

What tropes and cliches you like based on your favorite Obey Me brother

Lucifer

Black hair characters, amirite?

The stoic type that seems mean but in reality hides that he cares

Basically the CEO cold hearted stereotype who you either think you can make open up or corrupts you

Mammon

Two oblivious idiots TM

The hot headed childhood friend who won’t ever admit they like you and bullies you as a love language

Definitely stands outside your window while holding up some radio over his head playing y’all’s song because you’re mad at him and he’s sure this is a way to get you back because he saw it in a movie once

Leviathan

Aware he’s a yucky otaku, when in reality he ain’t that bad

I see y’all geeky depressed self-loathers, y’all want someone to match your energy so you don’t feel alone

The Bookcase Nerd Obsessed With Anime Is Actually A Hottie?!- a slice of life, romance and comedy that turn to shonen

Satan

Same personality as ‘black hair characters, amirite?’ But blond

Hot head temperamental mess who is always calm around one person

Cat obsessed man who makes you think perhaps he’s into some kinky shit in pet

Asmodues

Has a slightly deeper and hidden personality that gets overshadowed by his narcissistic personality and the unwillingness to see him as more than

Pretty boy TM

Very popular guy always swarmed when in public, yet somehow you manage to catch his eye and it’s love in first sight

Beelzebub

The nice soft gentle character is actually hiding a lot of insecurities

I see y’all carving the size difference

Big honkers TM

Belphagor

One of the most conflicting characters, often Villianized but you can make him different, right?

Sleepy little cow man, soft and warm

Acquaintances to enemies to friends to lovers- tw after helping little cow man, there’s a brief scene of little cow man killing your character as you body lays on his brothers but don’t worry the story never mentions it again and y’all become besties and you get to romance him

[1rakus]

jiraiya character analysis

- really disgusting but currently playing an important role as fish shit enriching the water column

- misogynist, homophobe, deserter, patriot, hedonist, self-loather

- 50 fathoms deep in the closet

- 50 fathoms deep in the ocean

- cant cook, cant clean, cant be alone with his own thoughts for an hour without having depression rage

- six foot four with abs and fat tits

- directly responsible for creating the terrorist organization that leveled konoha

- type of guy who cant spend a night alone without drunk crying about his old friends

- a creep, a freak, a sex pest

- obsessed with his own importance and disappointed with his reality of failure so he chases supposedly chivalrous goals with the half hearted yet desperate deluded escapism of a man who cant live with himself

- "so do nonbinary people have pussies or...?"

- and most importantly,

[octania]

Fire Force Men CANON Facts

Thank @michikoismadandhorny​ for help!

This are CANON facts about our fiery men. In this round we have: Joker, Obi Akitaru, Hinawa and Vulcan.

Part of: Nothing

Abilities: 3rd generation

Role: none

Height: 183cm

Weight: 85kg

Age: 28 years old

Birthday: June 14th

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Blood type: A

Nickname: Joker

Calls himself: Smoker

Favorite food: Chicken

Food he hates: the moldy food of the Nether

Favorite music: Blues

Favorite animal: crow

Favorite color: black

Type of woman: a woman with a nice ass

Respects: No one

Hates: Powerful guys

Fears: nothing

Hobbies: Gambling

He usually: looks for fools to gamble with

His dream: Finding out the truth of the world

Foot size: 29cm

Eyesight: Not good

Favorite subject: He never had education

Hated subject: the excuses people give when they lose when gambling

Part of: Company 8

Abilities: Non powered

Role: Captain

Height: 189 cm

Weight: 108 kg

Age: 31 years old

Birthday: March 27

Zodiac sign: Aries

Blood type: B

Nickname: Bodybuilding Gorilla

Calls himself: Non-powered

Favorite food: Chicken ramen

Food he hates: Protein

Favorite music: Rock music

Favorite animal: Dog

Favorite color: Beige

Type of woman: Someone with a strong sense of justice

Respects: The Chief of the Fire Defense Agency, his parents

Hates: Princess Hibana

Fears: Lieutenant Hinawa

Hobbies: Collecting records, Basketball, DIY Home Improvement (not good at it)

He usually: Bodybuilding

His dream: To eradicate spontaneous human combustion from the world

Foot size: 29cm

Eyesight: Good

Favorite subject: Industrial arts (got bad grades), history

Hated subject: None

Part of: Company 8

Abilities: Second generation pyrokinetic

Role: Lieutenant

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 74 kg

Age: 28 years old

Birthday: September 23

Zodiac sign: Libra

Blood type: 0

Nickname: The lieutenant with the with hats and scary eyes

Calls himself: A man of little importance

Favorite food: Sushi

Food he hates: Anything eaten with someone who has bad manners

Favorite music: Jazz

Favorite animal: Dog

Favorite color: Earth tones, like green

Type of woman: Calm woman

Respects: Captain Obi,Tojo

Hates: Captain Princess Hibana

Fears: No one

Hobbies: Hiking,Camping

He usually: Firearms maintenance, being talked into buying overstocked clothing items by store employees

His dream: To achieve Company 8′s objective

Foot size: 27.5cm

Eyesight: Not good

Favorite subject: Loves all academic subjects, specially good at math

Hated subject: None

Part of: Company 8

Abilities: Non powered

Role: Engineer

Height: 178 cm

Weight: 72 kg

Age: 18 years old

Birthday: April 18

Zodiac sign: Aries

Blood type: B

Nickname: Fire Soldier Loather, Haijama Hater

Calls himself: Turdface

Favorite food: Lisa’s cooking, fries, soda

Food he hates: None

Favorite music: Punk, with a lot of distortion

Favorite animal: All of them

Favorite color: Metallic

Type of woman: A girl who plays along and eats a lot

Respects: His dad and grandpa, his ancestors who made Amaterasu

Hates: Dr. Giovanni

Fears: No one

Hobbies: Drums

He usually: Animal watching, Machine maintenance, catch with Yu,remodeling company 8,cleaning up after Iris

His dream: To revive the world

Foot size: 28.5cm

Eyesight: Good

Favorite subject: Technology, Biology

Hated subject: The annoying ones

[pacificcurrent]

Man! That destiel stuff linda came out of no where but I feel like it's so perfectly heartbreaking?

Like Dean just lost the one person (again) who got him the most (besides Sam), who TRULY and so PURELY loved him. I feel like Dean has always known that Cas's feeling probably were a bit more romantic, but never brought it up or avoided the subject because then he would have to confront those feelings and actually talk with Cas which is something Dean is not good at. Guy couldn't say "love" for the longest time, no way was he going to have an actual conversation about it.

And I honestly don't feel like Dean can handle such raw and genuine affection and adoration being directed at him. He's a self loather and when his best friend starts confessing to him he knows immediately Cas wouldn't be saying this to him either unless there was nothing after and that is just so heartbreaking on so many levels for Cas, Dean, and fans. But Cas fucking smiles and finds the beauty and happiness of being able to tell Dean how he really feels and how he sees Dean as a person which kind of just drives that knife in further.

Like what do you do with that kind of information when you are not good with dealing with emotions or talking about them? You're in a high stakes scenario, you are blindsided by a beautiful declaration of love from your best friend that you weren't ready to hear, only to have that realization and it's consequences taken out of your hands because there is no proper amount of time to process and react beyond "Don't do this" before they're killed?

As much as I would have loved for this ship to be happier I am a sucker for sad/angsty relationships and this type of ending (gay or het). The only thing better/worse would be for Dean to have been ready to hear it, but never gotten to do anything about it anyways because Cas dies.

[greyjedireylo]

I saw someone imply that Hux was a spy for the Resistance since TFA instead of just trying to stick it to the new SL who he's always hated. TRoS, in all its convolution and wasted character arcs, has given the dumbasses an excuse to be even dumber and ignore canon. So now Hux was a good guy all along. Great job CT and JJ.

you know you wrote a shitty movie when you leave me, an absolute Hux loather of four years--like truly for a couple years there I could barely stand the sight of him--walking out of the movie saying “HUX WAS SO OOC THEY DID HIM SO DIRTY”

Hux’s ONE CHARACTER TRAIT was that he’s a true believer, a fanatic, about the FO, the stormtrooper program was his baby, the FO was a legacy he took up from his father, and they really expected us to believe he would ever place fucking up Ben’s life at a higher priority than THAT??? please lmao

[stumacherstan]

Jealous Bubba Sawyer Headcanons:

Jealous Bubba is a pouty bubba

He doesn’t like when he kidnaps people and they’re more attractive than him

He never lets you in the basement

Bubba knows it’s unlikely but he doesn’t want the possibility of you ever leaving him. Ever.

He gets all upset

When he gets like that, you lay him down in your lap and coo at him

Your fingers run through his fluffy hair and you praise him

It gives a him a boost confidence

When he chops up the victim, he thinks about how they never had a chance with you anyway

You love him too much

Jealous Jason Voorhees Headcanons:

It was rare for Jason to get jealous

You guys live in the woods

Who dare cross you?

When one of the campers found you sitting outside as they were trying to escape your boyfriend

They thought you were a kidnapped victim Jason did whatever he wanted to

They started dragging you along despite your protests

Jason saw fucking red dude

How dare they try to take you away from him

That person never stood a chance as Jason hacked them messily

You had to stop him and take him back home to clean him up

Jason was even more silent than usual, it was a menancing silence

You cuddled into him and peppered him with kisses till he finally came to his senses that you were staying for the long run

Jealous Michael Myers Headcanons:

Believe it or not, Michael is a petty self loather when it comes to his jealousy

He always thinks about a schoolmate/co-worker can easily snatch you up

Michael is emotionally closed off, he’s aware of it

He also knows that you’re patient as fuck and that you love him

But whenever he sees you with the same sex/opposite sex

He feels little bug legs crawl over his body

Were they flirting with you?

Michael didn’t know

But he assumed they were trying to woo you

They don’t live long

You reprimand him gently saying he can’t kill all your friends

He gets moody and he’s harder to soothe than the other two

For three days, you’re reassuring him every breath

Michael finally gets it through his thick skull and gives you a soft half asses apology

[worddonor]

I can’t wait...

...to take my last breath.

I'll ask for forgiveness first of course. I'm hoping the Lord let's me in the gate, even if it's the side gate. All sin is sin, my heart is stone, but I hope the Lord saw that there was a time when I gave Him all I could. I hope He doesn't forget me even after I kept screwing up...over and over and over again.

I hope He remembers me.

Until then I'll let life take me where it takes me. I've lost all agency. I'm not mentally or motivationally equipped to thrive, I know, "It's not the hand you're dealt it's how you play your cards," and all of that, but what happens when you literally are incapable of visualizing a world where your achievements are anything more than "meh"?

It's like there's this wall I can't break through...this wall of doubt and fear that says whatever I attempt is destined to fail and make a fool out of me. It glares down at me everytime an opportunity arises. You know, a chance to take the unexpected road and show what I can do.

It scoffs and laughs, "You know you're gonna @#$% that up right? Come on, stop playing yourself: you're a lazy, slow a$%-hat stop play-acting like you some kinda hero. Get the #$&! outta here, God knows you suck too, that's why you don't hear His voice anymore: He done up and left, He gave up: too busy attending to his real kids, the true believers, the move-makers. He ain't got time for a nobody. He lied. He will leave you and He will forsake you, He left His OWN SON to suffer on the cross. How the hell do you think He'll piss away time waiting for you to get a clue? Wake up fool, get moving or get out the way...move @%#$^ get out the way, get out the way #,$%&, get out the way!"

Bladdie wall.

Each time there's an opportunity to do a good thing, my icebox heart makes the wrong choice, the anxiety wells up and the cooler box in my chest makes another excuse and shows my true colours. I'm just a dirty, rotten scoundrel who really just wants people to think well of me without me actually having done anything to earn that respect. What I'm doing isn't good enough, it never was and will never be. I could really give this thing a go, step out of my comfort zone and try! I really could you know, give living the old, "college try!" I just can't see how I'll manage to do that consistently, day in and day out. It's exhausting and feels disingenuous like who am I kidding right? It's just a matter of time before they figure out that I don't really care and that I'm a selfish psycho anyway - I do good sometimes just to give the impression of care, but fail to keep it up. Even my sadness isn't consistent, overall maybe, but day-to-day: some days I'm downright joyful and awesome to be around (possibly only when with my fam or close cousins)! The rest of the time......eish.

There is a sliver of something that makes me think, "Man, I know in another universe if I didn't hate myself maybe I could've been something. Maybe. I could've been a...........[ insert embarrassing dream here too embarrassing to share even with you ], brave and forgiving....forgiving of others and myself."

Anyway, that's a dream for another life.

Thanks for listening distant angels of the sweet interwebs. It's been real and a rollercoaster journey. If something good does come of the years I have left to live then this 8-year long blog detailing my wilderness experience will be a time capsule testimony to it and if Tumblr and the web in this form still exists in the future: best believe I'll direct unbelievers right to here. I'm talking especially to the young / old and afraid, the anxious and the lonely, the self-loathers and the hopeless: if you were directed here by me, there's hope friend. If you weren't: I'm either long dead or living a small, anonymous life somewhere out there in the ether.

Like I've heard so often said in films or shows I've seen: I write to have some record that I was here, that I existed and that I died as that will probably be the only legacy I leave behind. Sometimes people don't live extraordinary lives, but memories of who they were and traces of their personality or spirit live on in the stories, bodies and minds of their kin / offspring. What will be said of mine other than I was here and then I was no more?

Time for this mixed up South African male to say, "Peace out," for the last time.

Hope to catch you in the upper room some day.

Be well friend,

From the guy who never grasped how to love or be loved.