#ME WHEN JUXTAPOSITION!!!!!!!!!!

[glockmonkey]

something about how the OIAR is trying to be different/more modern/more put together than the magnus institute they destroyed, even though they’re essentially the same. avatars vs “externals”. named entities vs “powers”. day job vs night job. statements vs cases. archiving vs filing. paper vs computer files. tape recorders vs cctv. tea vs coffee.

the only different is that the institute was trying to stop the Fears while the OIAR is trying to keep them under wraps!! they can try to pretend they’re doing it better and safer and less “involved” than the magnus institute but at the end of the day they’re just as bad!!! if not worse!!!

[crustycrackhead]

I got possessed dude, did a line of flour— some crazy shit anyways… Swampcat

Swampcat, Kremy Lecroux x Morning Frost

They both find each other interesting like anatomy wise, drastically different, some “lemme examine you 🤓☝️”

Kremy slowly blinks and Frost gets flustered… that’s the good shit to me man. Purring, Bellows… I SHOOT THEM TWO WITH MY AMERICAN GUN

[cecoeur]

Love as the stars went out David Jones

[araneapeixes]

POV you are a some kind of demon or perhaps cambion

[jackklinemybeloved]

hmmmm thinking about how the first and only time ruth fleming gets praise for her acting, something she dreams of doing, is from max jägerman. a popular kid who gives her a bow and tells her “that was really special.” and the next time she sees him, he boos her, the first time she feels comfortable enough to perform on a stage, even with no one around. and then he KILLS HERRRRRR.

[utilitycaster]

I think my grand unifying theory of the vast majority of fandom, media literacy in fiction, and social media with strangers interactions really comes down to a lot of people either don't understand or don't accept that once you add humans emotions into the mix there's no such thing as a consistently reproducible result.

Some of this is that two characters' reactions to the same or similar events will not necessarily be the same (this is like 99% of Neve and Lucanis discourse). Some of it is that some characters fuck around and lethally find out and some merely experience unpleasant consequences (this is 100% of Liliana and Essek discourse). Some of it is that a particular type of character is popular within the fandom and a similar one is not, and while you should do a sanity check of whether this is due to prejudice, oftentimes it's the circumstances of the specific character's story, or they're actually quite different but have a surface-level similarity and are being treated as interchangeable when in fact they have wildly different appeals (Fjord and Laudna being a strong example here).

And outside of that, the most vicious anon hate and discourse I've received and that I've seen friends and mutuals receive is a response to one of the two below categories:

Why do you like what you like and not what I like (ie, an inability to accept that some people can see precisely the same show as you do and understand it and dislike things you love or vice versa)

How could I have known that my question would be something you didn't care for (ie, an inability to accept that other people have different feelings and preferences than you)

And really, it's not terribly hard to get past all of the above! But it does require that you accept you're not the center of the world and that other people have feelings that aren't yours and that there's no cosmic universal justice and that people can dislike something without it being bigoted and if you can't do those things it really is a sign you're not ready for, frankly, life as an adult.

[overwhelmed-alien]

Firefighter Bradley/ER Nurse Jake AU:

(How they met in the Navy)

Mav was gonna kill him. He was gonna kill him for getting killed when he promised his godfather he wouldn’t. When he’d signed up for the Navy thirteen hours after he turned 18, he had promised Mav he would stay safe. Honestly, though, Mav should have known better than to ask, being retired Navy himself. And with his husband still a high ranking Admiral. Sure, Ice was more of a desk jockey now, but he’d been in plenty of scrapes and dangerous situations to land him that cushy office job.

He coughed, bringing up probably a little more than sea water. The broken rib shifted and grated under his soaked tac vest. He could hear screaming, the rest of his team barking orders. He vaguely heard Smith bellow “hostages secure, where the fuck are those medics!”

Being a Navy Seal was the coolest job ever. You got to save people’s lives, and look super badass while doing it. But Bradley was beginning to wonder if it might be hazardous to his health, what with him lying in a puddle of grease, ocean water, and, well he didn’t want to think about the other thing. Ice had specifically said “don’t do anything stupid,” during the phone call before his team moved out. Ice was gonna kill him too, probably.

The thing is, okay sure, what he did WAS stupid. But his team wouldn’t have gotten access to this hijacked ship if he hadn’t done what he’d done, and dammit if that’s not a hill he’d die on.

He snorted, coughed. The hole in his side right under his vest throbbed continuously now. He was being jostled roughly. Through the ringing in his ears he could hear the pulsating wooshwooshwoosh of a helicopter close by.

“-shaw? Rooster! Hey, come on man!” A quick glance told him Ramirez was at his side, pawing at him. The slap to the face was too much, couldn’t a guy die in peace? Come on. “Lem’lone.”

“No can do, brother. Play nice with the medics.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. No can do to that, either. Medics were pompous assholes. Oh, look at me! I’m really smart and I can save your life with a plastic straw and a roll of duct tape. Ugh.

The jostling was back but he didn’t bother opening his eyes again. Until he heard a dulcet - southern? - some kind of country ass twanged tone say “is this the dumbass that blew himself up?”

Bradley took offense to that. “I blew the side of the boat up. I was just there when it happened.” Is what he meant to say. What came out was a pained mix of vowels and consonants strung together in a, frankly, pitiful moan.

“Hey,” the twang was back, closer this time. Something swatted his cheek and he frowned. “Hey, eyes on me Lieutenant.”

He opened his eyes just to glare meanly at the guy he was about to tell off. The words died in his throat.

Oh God.

He’d already died, hadn’t he?

He’d died and this was the angel who was taking him to Heaven.

Bright sunlight shown directly behind this angel, shading Bradley’s face from the harsh rays. It lit up the fiery blond hair from behind, casting him in a hazy gold glow. Green eyes gazed down at him, little frown lines between light brows. Huh, who knew angels wore fatigues?

Makes sense, though.

His angel was talking again, perfect teeth and pretty pink tongue flashing. He had the cutest nose he’d ever seen on a man. Well, maybe angels were non-gender specific, he didn’t know the anatomy of heavenly beings.

Bradley reached out and touched the angel’s nose to see. The green eyes crossed. “Hey!” The voice finally cut through the murkiness in his brain. His hand was caught and placed back down at his side. “No boops til the second date, man. Stay still.” His vest was forcefully yanked. He grunted. Somebody said something about a TBI. He used to know what that meant.

“Eyes open, Lieutenant…where’s your” - he was jostled again, the angel glanced down at his chest - “Bradshaw. Eyes on me.”

Easy peasy. He could look at this angel all day long.

Curiously, the angel’s gold skin pinked at the cheeks. “Angel, huh?” The angel huffed, and then he smiled.

God, angels were beautiful.

“You know, Bradshaw, that was really fucking stupid, what you did.”

The curse took Bradley aback. Angels of the Lord said fuck?

“I mean it was really fucking brave, but really fucking stupid. We were watching you, y’know? On the side of the boat. What the hell were you thinking, huh? When it happened, when you went into the water? It took four fucking minutes for’em to find you and bring you back up. You were almost shark chum, you fucking idiot. You saved those people. Damn.” The twang in his voice got heavier as he frantically worked over Bradley’s body. He could feel warm hands on him. He wanted to feel those warm hands on him for the rest of his life.

The ground under him shook with the sudden, sucking force of an explosion…somewhere.

He could hear screaming, cursing. Where was his team? He closed his eyes. A solid, heavy weight fell over his body a half second before he felt bits of debris raining down over him. When he opened his eyes, the angel’s pretty face was an inch from his, breathing in the air he blew out. The angel was lying on top of him, covering, shielding his body with his own. And from the words he was screaming in Bradley’s ear, was decidedly not happy.

“-damn shit fucking mother FUCK! Shit! Sanders, help me with him, we gotta go! Fuckfuckfuck-“

Bradley frowned. He didn’t want his angel to be unhappy or scared or angry. He ached to hold this beautiful being close to his chest and keep him safe and happy forever. The pitiful whine escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Hey. Hey, hey Bradshaw look at me.”

Those green eyes were back on him. Warm hands framed his chilled face. He could drown in those green eyes and warm hands and he would be content.

“You’re okay. I’m gonna get you outta here. You just keep those dopey cow eyes on me, okay? I got you. I got you.”

Bradley had never felt more at peace, even as he slipped into darkness. What harm could come to him?

His angel had him.

Bradley:

Jake:

[falllpoutboy]

i saw the fire in your eyes

(sydcarmy x take my breath- pt 1)

[deoidesign]

Someone killed my boss last night and he sent me this I'm so fired

god I can't wait to make this comic.

[a-strangers-thoughtss]

Does it make anyone else uncomfortable when people call El Eleven?

Like even in the show it just feels gross. I hate it when Mike and her other friends start saying it and it just gives me the ick

And I think that’s how it’s meant to be portrayed. Who says it the most? Mike. (From what I’ve picked up on) yet another way to illustrate that Mike puts El on a pedestal and kind of makes her feel dehumanized.

Do I think it’s his fault? No.

Do I think it was intentional for the Duffers to add that little detail? Yes.

(Correct me if I’m wrong about this part)

It just adds to her dehumanization when people refer to her as Eleven, and it feels almost like a deadname to me. She is Jane or El Hopper, not just some number that an abusive asshole assigned her.

[shaylogic]

KNIGHTLY BEHAVIOR!

The sunny window behind his head like a renaissance halo too djioafdjsoifjaods

[riboku]

happy tanabemas @birdmenmanga! — prompt roue's eyes + vocaloid producer nulut

Roue, your right eye is so pretty. It's the color of the sky.

[silvergarnet12]

Made these guys glowy as well.

[olasketches]

you know this is exactly why the conversation between Sukuna and Jogo is one of my favourite moments in jjk. Jogo developed insecurities after his confrontation with Gojo and that encounter weakened his resolve, which in the end made Jogo, this grotesque lava monster, feel like a person.

What I love about this moment is how Sukuna of all people acknowledged Jogo. He reached out and connected to Jogo before his death, which for someone like Sukuna, who believes nobody is his equal, to acknowledge Jogo, was quite beautiful.

[chemical-processes]

I think the description of Benson and Randy's relationship as "parasocial" is quite apt. Benson says "I've been watching you, and I know for a fact..." He posits that Randy is not like anyone else in their small shitty town, that there's something uniquely 'fixable' about him. It's something that Benson stakes most of his motivation on throughout the movie 'it was the only thing I believed' and in some ways this is reflected in Randy as truth, but sometimes the character traits Benson projects onto Randy just fall short of reality. Randy says that his mom held him back a grade and Benson paints the picture of a domineering authority figure that Randy must rebel against, And clearly believes this is the case based on the tenacity with which he listens to--and disapproves of-- Randy's conversation with his mother on the phone. However listening to the conversation is just dull. His mom does come across as over bearing, pointing out the number of rings it took him to pick up, but she's otherwise normal compared to the image Benson seems to have of her. Same with Lisa. Benson strolled into the mall with Randy as though a great revelation was to be made, like Lisa was this monumental event in Randy's life, but Randy and Lisa's relationship was underwhelming. They were briefly dating in highschool and they broke it off rather amicably because Randy was not an emotionally fulfilling partner to Lisa. Randy claims not to know why Lisa broke up with him, and to Benson this is an injustice, but in reality it's just Randy being a little obtuse and naive about Lisa's emotional needs. Lisa could've been more transparent about why the relationship ended but they were kids, and she took the path of little resistance, likely in an attempt to spare Randy's feelings. There's nothing unique or life-altering about Lisa and Randy. Benson seems to project this false narrative onto Randy--and the rest of the world, tbh-- that is further highlighted by Marsha's character, who is another NPC that Benson decides to codify within his world view. Marsha once again deviates from the role Benson believes she fits in, standing up to him and rebelling against the notion that all other people in this town are aimless and complacent. Part of me wondered, after they went to Beard's house, why Randy's 'transformation' felt flat for me, and part of it is because the journey Randy takes is somewhat belied by the fact that Benson did not do any of that for Randy. Not any real version of Randy, anyway. Benson did it for a made up version of Randy in his head and he went along with it because there was a gun at his back.

[elderwisp]

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Frances: You have it together. Any problem I’ve had, quickly resolved with a bit of advice. You always have a solution. What could possibly stress you out? 

Icarus: A lot of things, actually. 

Frances: Like what? A dog swallowed its chew toy again? Or a horse has fallen and it can’t get up?

Icarus: Is that all I’m reduced to?

Frances: Oh god, no, I-

Icarus: I’m sorry. I could have worded that differently.

Frances: Don’t apologize to me. What I said was cruel. I’m really sorry, that was so out of pocket. 

Icarus: … You’re sorry?

Frances: Very. As I’m sure you’re aware, I can be a bit much sometimes. I know I can be insensitive and I’m working on it… [ mumbles ] Yet here I am, doing it again. To you.

Icarus: Frances-

Frances: Don’t try to downplay it, I crossed a boundary this time and I am so sorry. I recognize you’re a person as well, with feelings.

Icarus: …

Frances: Icarus…? Please say something.

Icarus: I’m sorry, I’m a bit taken back. 

Frances: I said something wrong, didn’t I?

Icarus: [ shakes head ] No! No, lately a genuine apology is difficult to come by.

Frances: Well... I just think you deserve better. 

Winona: Sooo… What’s going on here?

Icarus: Winona!

Winona: [ snorts ] Wait til grandma hears about this.

Icarus: Please go away.

[ clears throat ] Anyways… The piece you played-

Frances: [ flustered ] Yeah total shit I know!

Icarus: Jesus Frances! I was gonna say let’s have you play it again so we can refine it.

Frances: TRUE! I have this idea… What if I added a little vibrato?

Icarus: What’s that?

Frances: OH MY GOD, we studied this!

Icarus: I told you! Musically inept!!