#She's unhinged

[fujunfuren]

TALE OF THE NINE TAILED (1938)

[y-rhywbeth2]

Party opinions on mimics (excluding those that were just objective generic "mimics hide as furniture and ambush you" type stuff)

Astarion bullies them:

"Yes, yes. I'd hide my true form if I looked like you, too."

Karlach is adorable and thinks they're adorable:

"A mimic! Aww, baby!" "Another mimic! Aw, look at all those teeth."

Minthara thinks they're basically dogs:

"I have a way with mimics. Hold, creature! Hold! Why does it not listen?" "Down, Mimic. Heel! Straj - why do they not obey me?"

[vertiska]

Sooo... I was bored and drew myself as a jedi her story is that she got kicked out of the order for owning a laptop and playing the sims when no one was looking

[tumbleweedtech]

Cirvran heirs of shit and paranoia

Hey Marina, Go fuck yourself you shitstain. :) I don't even know what ship cirvran is meant to be. I'm not even currently writing for this fandom. But you know what? Fuck it. Someone, tell me what ship this is I'll write something for it. You pick. It'll probably be terrible because I'm fully in CoD brainrot right now but this rancid, festering pustule just can't understand it's her behaviour that makes people not want anything to do with her. ffs. absolute piss stain. I do not care about you, what you like, or what you dislike. I had quite happily forgotten you existed. Please go fuck off, and then when you've fucked off as far as you think is reasonable, triple that, and then go fuck yourself in the face with a rusty fork while you're there. K? Thanks.

[red-veril]

( Bothered. Dehydrated. Feral. In too many lanes. Unfocused. Barely holding it together. Tired. At my f cking limit. )

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Update on Torch's mental health.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

im def on hybe's side. mhj is a pedo (gave the song cookie with inappropriate lyrics to nwjns which had 4 minors at the time and literally admitted to choosing the nwjns members cause they're young and pretty) and she's bringing every single group into the argument to get the attention off of her and newjeans (pun intended hehe) but it's honestly so stupid. and accusing illit of copying newjeans but then trying to create txt 2.0 😭 but i gotta give it to her she's an amazing actress, played the victim really well

I know like i don't fucking buy that ridiculous explanation she gave for cookie. yup she is trying to distract people with throwing out every group under hype under the bus so people don't focus on what she's actually being accused of (besides her smearing hybe and their artists is literally part of the plan outlined by her!!). i have enjoyed her concepts but let's not pretend like she's some innovative genius. nothing she came up with is new she's literally just bringing back the 2k era. she is not even a good actress. if you have dealt with maniupulative people before you could see her for who she is right off the bat and i'm so surprised koreans are actually falling for it like she's some kind of mistreated poor employee getting fucked over by her sexist bosses (idk if the hybe executives are sexist or not but that is not the reason for all of this for fucks sake)

and now she's probably behind all the crazy rumors about hybe artists all being a cult and gfriend getting disbanded as a sacrifice for lesserafim (rather than her fucking stealing the trainees from source and forcing them into a debt that basically might've actually caused gfriend's disbandment)

[asteracaea]

the last show on the us leg is 8/9 and it will be the 19th city she plays

19 8/9

1989

😳🤯

[tyin-cherry-knots]

I was just born to be the cautionary tale cousin

[greatcstarcher-arch]

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight. { HELP IM CACKLING PICTURING IT AKDFJ;DLSAJFDF }

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

"what  did  you  say,  tomas?!"  kate  called  out  to  one  of  the  tracksuit  bros  as  she  started  towards  him,  "i  helped  you  with  those  maroon  5  tickets,  sir-!"  before  she  could  even  throw  hands,  emma  was  already  dragging  her  away,  "I  KNOW  WHERE  YOU  LIVE!!"

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

"I want to be a make-a-wish kid so I can wish to see my dad back with the milk."

-My little sister

[wileycap]

AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Me: *going through my old drive* Me: *sees a few saved pages of a manga* Me: ....I REMEMBER THIS ONE! I don't think it was finished before kissmanga got nuked......shit what's the name of it again???? Me: *goes to google* Um....shit....I remember the plot.....what was the plot. Oh! Right...well how do I search for it......"Manga about writers" ? Narrator: A thousand years and searches later Me: Ok ok "Manga about a female teenage writer" Someone: I recently started reading this manga Hibiki: Shōsetsuka ni Naru Hōhō- Me: *googles that name sees the picture of the scene I distinctly remember* FUCK YEA WE GOT HER BOI-YOS!

[yujateaandpi]

Yup, that's Ford's niece.

[huachengsromcom]

People call Heaven Official’s Blessing / TGCF a slow burn but Hua Cheng is literally courting Xie Lian like they are DATING. Slow burn who??? They’re sleeping next to each other on straw mats and Xie Lian’s offering to cook him dinner and they’re bantering across THE HOME THEY SHARE like a bunch of desperate hussys

San Lang LEAVES XL WITH A KEEPSAKE OF THEIR TIME TOGETHER SLOW BURN WHOMST

They have A DATE in HC’s armoury where they HOLD HANDS and XL pets San Lang’s quivering sword I-

Hua Cheng basically throws himself at this man he’s like you want a sword?? All of them ?? You want ALL THE SWORDS?? Fuck it take the whole room THE WHOLE ROOM JUST COME VISIT I WILL CLEAN THEM FOR YOU

Like he isn’t the king of a whole realm with shit to do

And this is just the first half of the first book—again I ask the world SLOW BURN WHOMST

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake’s Unhinged Power Move (ft. Marriage, Ra’s al Ghul, and an Uncomfortable Batfamily)

No one really understood how it started. One moment, Tim Drake was Red Robin—tired, overworked, and fueled by caffeine. The next, he was dropping a bombshell in the middle of a routine debrief:

“Oh, by the way, I married Ra’s al Ghul.”

The room froze.

Dick’s dumbbell hit the floor. Jason choked on his beer. Damian’s sword slipped from his hand. Bruce, staring at Tim like he’d grown a second head, barely managed a strangled, “Tim. What did you do?”

Tim took a sip of his coffee, utterly unfazed. “It’s a power move.”

Jason, wheezing with laughter: “Oh my god. You married Ra’s out of spite? Replacement, I’ve never been prouder.”

Tim smirked. “Something like that.”

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It wasn’t really spite.

Ra’s had been obsessed with him for years. The offers of succession, the constant attempts to lure him to the League—it was never-ending. Tim was tired. Tired of being hunted, tired of the games. So, one day, he called Ra’s’ bluff. If Ra’s wanted him so badly, he’d have to deal with all that came with it. Including Tim’s unrelenting need for control.

Ra’s agreed.

And just like that, Tim Drake became the most terrifying in-law the batfamily had ever seen.

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Talia didn’t know what to think at first.

She’d seen it all before—people manipulated by Ra’s, twisted into tools for his will. But Tim? He didn’t play by those rules. He sat at Ra’s’ desk, sifting through League reports like they were Gotham case files. He didn’t bark orders; he made suggestions. And then, the soup happened.

Talia returned from a mission, bruised and exhausted. Tim, barely looking up from his paperwork, said, “Sit. You’re hurt.”

She scoffed. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity. It’s soup.”

Talia stared. “Why?”

Tim shrugged. “You looked like you needed it.”

It became a routine. She’d return from missions, and Tim would be there. Not with judgment. Not with manipulation. Just quiet support. He listened. He offered advice. He treated her like a person, not a pawn.

Somehow, they started having regular bonding time. Shopping trips. Quiet conversations on the balcony. Tim became a person Talia could trust—a concept she hadn’t believed possible.

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Damian was losing his mind.

“Drake!” he hissed, cornering Tim in the Batcave. “You’ve… corrupted my mother!”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Corrupted? She’s thriving.”

“She smiles at you!”

“I’m very charming.”

Damian’s finger trembled as he pointed. “This makes you… my grandmother.”

Tim smirked. “Respect your elders, grandson.”

“I REFUSE!”

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Bruce was spiraling.

“Tim, this is dangerous.”

“Relax,” Tim replied, sipping his coffee. “I’ve got it under control.”

“You married one of our greatest enemies!”

“Think of it as an undercover op,” Tim said, voice calm and unyielding. “I’m playing the long game.”

Jason, from the sidelines, grinned. “He’s playing 4D chess, and you’re still on checkers.”

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The Real Chaos?

Tim didn’t marry Ra’s to make him happy. Hell no. If anything, it made Tim sick to his stomach knowing Ra’s was smug about it. But if putting up with Ra’s al Ghul meant protecting Talia, stabilizing the League, and giving Damian a family that didn’t break apart at the seams?

He’d endure.

Because Talia was healing. Damian’s mother was smiling. And Ra’s… well, Ra’s thought he’d won.

But the real winner? Tim Drake.

Gotham’s most unhinged vigilante had just become the League of Assassins’ terrifying step-parent. And honestly? It suited him.

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Damian, whispering to Alfred: “I need… therapy.” Alfred: “We all do, Master Damian. We all do.”

[thiswildernessismyhome]

Is this really how you see yourself?

Agnes of Westview vs. Agatha Harkness