#THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF

[jakey-beefed-it]

I'm always at least slightly irritated and sometimes get full on pissed off that white supremacist jackasses have infiltrated and changed the culture within a lot of my interests. Like, I'm interested in ancient Rome, and the US Civil War, and proto-Indo-Europeans, and Norse mythology, and Greek mythology, and wargaming, and heavy metal, and just... can you all just *fuck off* from my interests?

I love reading about the largest, longest-lasting empire in western history, and how it impacted all the cultures that came after it, but it was an EMPIRE and therefore HORRIBLE and unlike so many I actually understand that? It's just super interesting!

I am endlessly fascinated by the Civil War, particularly the cultural struggles in the North to get people lined up behind abolition before and during the war, and the heroism of people like Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth, but yes, I'm a war nerd, I ALSO get very interested in the battles, particularly the ones where large events hinged on seemingly small actions- Lee's scouts losing his orders leading to Antietam, Chamberlain's bayonet charge at Gettysburg, the countless blunders by generals on both sides leading to ever greater loss of life than the world had previously seen outside of the Napoleonic Wars, a foreshadowing of the mechanized slaughter war was to become.

That there was an influential culture or family of cultures whose linguistic imprint remains detectable to this very day in languages as diverse as Sanskrit, Latin, and Old Norse, is FASCINATING. Of course, ever since the Nazis decided that said culture was 'Aryan' the whole topic has become basically a minefield where you have to pick through mountains of bullshit for the honest linguistic archaeology. It wasn't 'Aryan' in the sense of some mythical super-white people and it wasn't even Aryan in the sense of the pre-Vedic Iranian/Indian peoples, it was older than that. Harrumph.

For a person who grew up reading Greek mythology, who finds it referenced in everything from Shakespeare to Modernist classics, of course it's interesting. And Norse mythology is so different from it! The gods are no less flawed and human, but in such a different way! The stories are often HILARIOUS. But of course white nationalist idiots have co-opted both as part of their grand imagined past and 'rightful' culture. Bad news for both- there are thousands of years of massive upheaval, cultural and demographic change in both Magna Graecia and Scandanavia, and NONE of you are anything like your 'ancestors.' Not that that's even a bad thing! Let people, societies, and cultures evolve! The past is interesting but it's not sacred! Fuck!

Wargaming... look even I admit this one is sus on the surface of it. It's bad enough when you're playing a fantasy game with fantasy factions, and god help you if you're into historicals, you are GOING to run into someone's Confederates or Nazis or the like. But the very concept can't help but inherently glorify war, which, you know, to quote George C. Scott as Patton 'god help me, I love it so,' because there's very little if anything glorious about mass murder for dubious goals but the heights of emotion and performance people reach is compelling, okay? It's melodrama with dice. Nobody actually gets hurt. This is a much healthier outlet for my weird fixation on quite possibly the Worst Thing that Humans Do than joining the army or (more likely in my case) an intelligence service. would have been. I was given a head for tactics and analysis and a heart for the drums of war, and I channeled it into friendly games with other nerds. I'm proud of me for this one. Fucking fascists can go die.

There's nothing inherently fascist about metal, though the blasting drums definitely evoke the same primal intensity as war drums or the like. But like punk, it became kind of a counter-culture, and when the main culture was not as openly fascistic, that drew in a lot of fash. Anarchists and commies and just plain weirdos, too, but the fash are there and if you don't kick them right the fuck out immediately they pollute the whole scene. So I'm always gratified to hear Rammstein singing things like 'my heart beats Left' to tell the nazis to fuck right off. At least I'm not into Black Metal, that scene is far far far worse than my beloved Power Metal nerd shit.

Anyway yeah as the initial reaction image indicates I do periodically take stock of why I'm interested in so many of the same things as goddamned fascists, interrogating my own assumptions and thought processes. That's healthy, we all gotta be vigilant we don't get sucked into something vile. But for the most part, I hope you'll agree if you read this far, I seem to at least enjoy similar things for very different reasons than the goddamn fash. But hey, if you read this and spotted something sus, and you're comfortable doing so, by all means send me a reply or a message (on anon if you prefer) letting me know what that is. Not as a callout, not as a game of moral one-upsmanship, but as a comrade looking out for another comrade.

[kelperine]

I just saw thunderbolts and I have many thoughts

Spoilers ahead ‼️‼️‼️

1. Taskmaster dying was so pointless and honestly kind of disgusting. I tried seeing if it’s was an actor issue but apparently the writers took her out to show that “the stakes are high and anyone can die” which is a convoluted way to say nothing because we know none of the other team members are dying through cast leaks and plot armor. It rubs me the wrong way that a movie centered around character redemption threw out the girl who went through the same mercenary pain as them and got not sufficing redemption in black widow or thunderbolts. Rip Taskmaster you are special to me and I would never have done that to you. We lost a girlie today 💔

2. I liked Ghost alot in the ant man movies and honestly forgot as her character became quickly irrelevant because let’s be real ant man is no one’s favorite series. She didn’t do much in this movie, no one seemed to really connect with her and holy shit what was that bulky ahh suit 😭 I’d kill to have the white suit back from her first appearance, that was so cool. Also every move she made got fucking countered immediately. If your character can be countered by a jbl speaker blaring fetty wap then maybe she’s not a great addition to the team.

3. I thought the Bob/Yelena/Walker camaraderie was pretty solid, they all had good banter and seemed to genuinely care about each other. I don’t want to glaze Walker but I liked seeing the small ways he showed affection like shifting from calling him Bob to Bobby, and even picking the fruit for Yelena and Ghost. Hell he even took that one hit for Bucky and hauled his ass back to the elevator. I’m not sure why he was suddenly a team player but it was nice to see. That being said we lacked a whole group connection, obviously Walker cared for Ghost but Ghost didn’t seem to connect with anyone else, nor did Bucky really talk past his circle of Walker, or Alexei with his circle of Yelena. I would have liked to see a better full team moment like the Avengers shawarma scene. Everyone was pretty solid by themselves but I don’t really think of them as a group, just people who have their person if that makes sense.

4. I was going to complain that Bucky wasn’t in the movie enough because he’s my favorite and I saw it just to see him on the big screen. I was originally worried that he was going to be put through mcu hell again after his redemption in tfatws but I honestly think it was smart to distance himself from the thunderbolts team. It gives everyone else a chance in the spotlight because Bucky has already overcome his trauma and serves as a sign that they can too. I always kept him in mind during the void episodes knowing that reliving hydra must have been awful, but he’s at a point right now where he was able to blow it off and even joke to the others by remarking sarcastically that his past was great. I love seeing him in a place of healing <3 That being said I know my boy is struggling being in a team where 2 people are a stark reminder of Steve rogers. Like If I was in a team where two people looked like my dead boyfriend id throw hands every second, walker and alexei I would be out for blood 💀 Not to mention Sam who is very much captain American but it probably still hurts Bucky to see that red white and blue even when the proper person displays it.

5. You are telling me there is arguing in my sambucky household?? Marvel don’t piss me off. My one little Sam Wilson mention is Bucky arguing with him about some avengers bullshit?? Marvel I am going to run these ones. I was expecting a little call at the end like “honey you won’t believe the day I’ve had” NOT A DIVORCE.

6. Sentry was a bit confusing, he felt like a weird character to add in the timeline right now in that way that he’s pretty similar to Adam Warlock. He felt like a weird combination of Warlock x Homelander if that makes sense lol. Towards the end the movie started to feel like The Boys lmao, I thought Valentina was about to become the head of Vought and had to remember what universe we were in. Don’t get me wrong I love Bob and I part of me hates that I’m buying into the “lol so random XD name” kind of character but he was pretty chill, I know my boy is gonna love Johnny Storm just wait.

7. Where is Yelena’s Guinea pig?? I was hoping to see him in the back of the tower with a fancy set up but alas… Outside of showing the fact that Yelena doesn’t lack humanity through her rescuing if it, it is also a symbol of what they’ve all been through as Guinea pigs are commonly test subjects. I know it’s right on the nose but I think it’s still a nice touch

8. The end credit “avengers” suits were so fucking ugly ima be real 💀 Bucky what are u wearing go find a Henley

9. Fight could have been over in ten minutes if Walker and Bob kissed 🤷‍♂️ Fellas is it gay to slam a man against a wall and stare lovingly into his eyes?? Walker, first Lemar and now this? Buddy I cant defend you. Also you can’t tell me Bob and Yelena wouldn’t be the most fire lavender couple you’ve ever seen. If u want Bob u gotta go through Yelena and Walker, that’s their bbg 😤

[midnight1nk]

how did it get worse?

I woke up, and this happened? mxm fankids, are you fucking serious? It's absolutely disgusting what Medi has done to the last episode, what he's done to the rest of the Team!! it's a proship for fucks' sake and he went beyond the line for himself and the awful creeps that support this. "they're just recolors" Bullshit. And the AUDACITY for the OG creator of said fankids it was inspired from, to say "don't take it seriously". Bullshit. And that fucking frozen time excuse the ship defenders have been using, also BULLSHIT

Growing up with the show, I never saw them as romantic. At most, I saw them as siblings. It was my first exposure to found family in media, and I cherished it. That ship is so revolting, and I'm getting nauseous just thinking about it. I was barely able to handle the other instances, just skipping the video for 5 seconds, but this has gone too far. We hate this ship, I hate this ship. Luke hates this ship, and yet Medi went on to betray the trust given to him

I don't even blame the rest of the Team. I work in production, I know things could slip through the cracks unintentionally. It was such a lovely episode and he had to ruin it. He ruined it and I'm just here angry crying from how pissed off I am. I don't give a two shits that people would call me emotional. I'm tired of this.

I've dealt with worst of the worst, being an investigative reporter. Absolute creeps I had to confront and banish from our community. I feared for MY LIFE at one point. And you'd think that just because he's part of the Team it'll be the exception, you're dead wrong. My job is to get the truth out there, I'll fight for it for all I have. And the truth is that this ship is undeniably a proship and the rest of the Team have to do something about Medi. Fire him. Release a statement. Make it clear that something like this can't be taken lightly!! So yes, expect a full report from me soon bc we can not let this go

and to the mxm shippers that happen to be lurking in the community, how about you fuck off and don't come near me. Near us. Don't even think about interacting with me

[paperclips37]

I am on a writing role.

And Frank being a yearning sap of a man is too fun to write. He is down bad and that is where I like it.

Set two years after the season finale.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65282857

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Almost two years sober.

Frank stares up at the cloudy sky above him. Carefully stretching his abused back as best he can. The urges still linger on the back of his tongue most days. Instead of that intense itching, ants under the skill there just a want to numb the pain. Be free of it even for a moment.

But he knows how to walk past it. Is better about contact his sponsor for middle of the night rants. Cassie when he needs his ass kicked. Robbie when he craves absolution. Mel and Becs when he needs to be reminded that he can be a good person. And someone to make him laugh.

It’s a life long struggle.

His NA support group are insisting on a party for him. This weekend; family and friends are more than welcome.

The 1 year chip is warm in his hand. He has yet to ask a soul to come.

It feels like a slap in the face to ask Abbey but he knows she’d straight up murder him if he doesn’t. They’ve stayed friends. The divorce was as easy as any of things go. Kids seem content. There’s more attention and adventures to Dad’s place. She’s been quietly supportive. Easily adapting when he has a bad day and plans change.

The guilt digs into his soul.

The time missed. Added weight to Abbey’s shoulders.

But the more he sits and reflects or even sees her. They’re both better for it. She’s not carrying his bullshit any more and neither of them have to act like things are okay. For the first time in a long time they have honesty. Abbey freely talks about how angry and scared she was. How his behaviours and inability to ask for help drove her away. No judgement just the truth.

How she fell out of love with him long before his addiction become obvious to her. It was just her limit.

He had to agree. Their relationship had naturally moved into that of partners, tied to one another for the rest of their lives but the romantic aspect had faded naturally. He braced himself against the metal railings and let those thought drift away.

‘It’s just weird. My brain is freakin’ me out!’ Santos in her classic fashion is talking/yelling about something. She’s so fucking loud and abrasive. Irritating. She’s been intent on stealing his shtick since her first day. They’re relationship had evolved from completely adversarial to mutually competitive. Dare he say he found it fun and friendly? Exchanging barbs back and forth. Being critical of papers the other wrote. Calling each other out on the pettiest of things.

‘Brains are known to do that.’ Mel. Her deep voice always drew his focus. He turned to see the pair walk outside. Trinity was flailing. Actually flailing. Mel’s eyebrows raised and knotted in that way they always did when people were being weird. When she was trying to determine what they actually meant. Glasses slipping down her nose.

‘I had a sex dream about a GUY.’ Frank choked.

‘Oh hi Langdon.’ He turned around and rested his lower back against the railing. Doing his level best to not laugh in Santos’s face. The woman knew Krav Maga, he was not going to piss her off any more than he already had.

‘Hi Frank.’ There was a squeak to Mel’s voice that could be interpreted as a laugh. Trinity was slowly turning beet red. Crossing his arm he doesn’t say a word. Just raises his eyebrows at Mel. Her dark eyes shift away hiding a smile. Trin shoots him a middle finger. Refreshing to see her so on the back step.

‘It’s wrong.’ Her voice is so petulant, so childish and un-Trinity that Frank couldn’t stop the laugh if he tried. Trinity turns apoplectic. ‘I’m a fucking lesbian Langdon.’ He snorts. It seems the absurdity finally sinks in and Trinity succumbs to the humour. Mel’s face, rosy from her own much better contained mirth turns contemplative.

‘Research is still on going into why we have sex dreams.’ Her head bobs in that way it does when her brain is ruining through her knowledge of things. So she completely misses how he’s having a fucking heart attack.

She’s researched this?

Luckily Trinity also look as flabbergasted as he does. Her eyes huge saucers. Frank makes himself blink and tries not to wonder what Mel’s dreams may look like. Or who might be in them. He fails miserably.

‘Dreams are inherently hard to research as the data is entirely subjective and I imagine that trying to standardise the data is next to impossible.’ Mel nods to herself, as she leans over the railing and stares down at the ground below.

‘Is there anything about sexual orientation in what you’ve read?’ Jesus Christ what was happening. Trinity looked concerned. Mel twists around, her braid slapping him on the shoulder. The hit giving him a much needed jolt of reality.

‘Most experts theorise that dreaming is the brain filtering through information gathered through the day. So it’s likely that one of your interactions yesterday was the trigger for your dream. I don’t think it means anything deeper?’

It was Trinity’s turn to choke. Her flush deeper with constipated look on her face. Parts of her dream coming back to her. Mel looked up at him slightly bewildered. Frank was not touching that particular comment with a 10 foot pole. Telling his brain not to do anything with it.

God only knows what his brain was going to make of any of this.

‘Okay maybe I can avoid an existential crisis.’

‘I think Abbot is doing consults if you need any advice.’ Frank throws the comment at Trinity’s jogging back. Her phone is buzzing. Off break. She once again shoots him a middle finger but she’d chuckling.

It’s nice having her on side Frank decides.

Mel is single hand clapping next to him. Head bopping to a quick rhythm. Frank knows her well enough that’s she working through something and it’s best to give her space to do so. He just waits. Besides it’s interesting watching her think. In The Pitt when she’d thinking she’s tends to still. Like every part of her is diverting energy to her brain. But when it’s more casual thinking she moves. Feet shift and tap. Hands tense and relax. She bends them at angles that worried him for a while. Then he learned that over half of people with a diagnosis of neurodivergency have some degree of hyperflexibility. 20% for neurotypicals. Or neuroborings as Becca calls them every so often. His own fingers bend back more than he expected.

Her face is a constant whirl of silent speaking and expressions. Maybe he pays too much attention but it’s fascinating the way Mel moves through the world. Sometimes you could see everything in her face and eyes. Other times her mind was a complete mystery. He smiles.

‘Trinity was surprised I’d ever had a sex dream.’

Her voice is flat monotone. Mel has shut down her emotional reaction.

Shit.

‘I think she was actually surprised I’ve had sex.’ Frank winces at that. He knows from previous conversations that Mel has experienced judgements and infantilisation simply because she’s different. He’s even seen it himself. People trying to be nice but coming off as condescending. As though she isn’t a high intelligent competent woman. She’s a doctor for fucks sake. It enrages him, how Mel tolerates it so patiently is beyond him. Also he tries to stop himself from picturing her actual having sex. He does not do well with that.

‘Santos can be clueless.’ Mel turns around and folds in on herself. He resists the urge to pull in close. That wouldn’t help right now. So he just leans against her. Enough pressure to tell her he’s there but not forcing much contact. He is far more pleased than he should be as she matched his pressure.

‘I know my brain is different but I have the same needs and desires as anyone else. I just approach it differently.’ He can tell her bottom lip is wobbling. Her voice has the tiniest hint of vibrato. ‘And she did say sorry for her assumption but...’

‘It hurt.’ He finishes, his voice low and careful. She nods slowly.

‘She’s known me for two years and still made an ableist assumption.’ Frank just wants to get her out of the hospital and back to her place. Bundle her up on the coach and make her laugh. But they still have a few more hours to go.

‘You didn’t think that did you? That I was a virgin. Not that I judge anyone for that, but I'm definitely not.’ In classic form Mel turns the situation to him. Not that she’s trying to get a rise out of him or anything. She genuinely wants his opinion and take. The more information the better for her internal analysis. Frank shakes his head quickly, trying to parse his words cautiously.

‘Of course not Mel.’ She turns to face him fully. He immediately mourns the lack of contact with her. Her eyebrows lift and come together they way they do when she’s fully keyed into something. Not one word will be forgotten. Frank mimics her, leaning more on the railing so he’s a bit closer to her eye level.

‘Like you said you have your own needs and wants.’ He cannot bring him to say desires to her face. Mel misses some underlying things, part of her charm, but he can’t risk her figuring out how this whole conversation is messing with his head. The heat simmering from the controllable to an inferno that could burn them both to ash if he looses hold of it.

Because fucking hell, there’s something about Mel King that haunts him. She’s so direct and honest. Sweet to absolutely everyone. The way she tries so hard to connect. Mel sees the best in everyone. Even a wrecked soul like him. She’d known him all of 12 hours and still turned up to the rehab centre. Not a lick of judgement in her eyes. One of the very few who doesn’t look at him any bit differently to that first day. He’s overheard her scolding people for the whispers behind his back.

Mel is strong and stubborn- but her fully asserting herself and talking people down isn’t really her style.

And she did it for him.

It was fucking hot.

And she was. That was the other thing about her. She had absolutely zero clue about the effect she had on people. Her bright sunny smile always demanded one back. Not even Robby and Abbot were immune to her magnetism. Dark brown doe eyes that could bring any one to their knees if she had half a mind to. Strong and athletic. The EMTs could be frequently overheard rating asses and she tended to be at the top. Every so often when he was close enough and her glasses slipped due to exertion, she’d stare up at him over the top of her frames. Each time he had to fight the urge to drag her away to any private place he could find. A cliché but the hot librarian thing was a thing for him.

‘You are a beautiful, intelligent and funny woman. Of course people want you.’ His mouth was drier than the Sahara. Felt like he was chomping down on cotton balls. It's a miracle he's managing to be any bit eloquent.

I want you. Damnit Mel I need you. Climb me like a fucking tree. His brain chants entirely unhelpfully.

‘Thank you.’ He’s really not sure if he’s more relieved she hasn’t caught on to his increasing heart rate. Damn scrubs do not hide a damn thing. Or annoyed that she hasn’t figured out that he’d give his left arm for any sort of chance with her.

But she’s too good for him.

Frank is a wreck of a human. Recovering addict, one fucked up marriage with two kids in tow.

He’s irritable, impatient, quick to judgement and way too mean for someone so good.

As she stares up at him, the cutest little please smile on her face he feels that maybe someday be might be close to her goodness.

Maybe.

She glows under his complement. If only she knew what he really thought. Would it freak her out? Or would she be curious? Even into it? Frank doesn’t have the stones to ask it. Not now. Mel turns to leave, expecting him to follow. They’ve really pushed the limit on their break. Frank is surprised that Dana hasn’t come investigating.

‘Ah Mel?’ She stops dead and turns to face him. Head tilting, the lights behind her head dancing off her blonde hair. He’s struck dumb for a second by the halo of light. Pure good.

‘Yes?’ Her cute little frown returns as she waits for him to speak.

‘It’s my two year soberversary this weekend.’ He swallows heavily, breathing through the swell of emotions. Some pride, bitterness, guilt and exhaustion rolling through him like a thunderstorm. Mel nods like she already knew. He feels his lips quirk up in a lopsided smile. She does know. Mel remembers the important things.

‘I was wondering, if you are free. Family and friends are welcome. Would you-’

‘Yes.’ Her interruption takes him by surprise. Mel follows the unspoken rule book as much as she can. He can count on two hand the number of times he’s ever seen her cut someone off. Her easy quick reply settles him. His shoulders drop in relief.

‘Really?’

‘Of course! It’s a big thing. I’m honoured you want me there.’

‘You’re one of my best friends Mel. Of course I need- want you there.’ Shit his self control is slipping. Mel dithers for a second, rapidly trying to make a decision. Then her arms around his neck and her lips are burning against his cheek. The hug is so out of left field his hands hover in mid air for a second. Freezing as he goes into sensory overdrive.

He has hugged Mel before. But it’s always been him initiating contact after checking in. Never just her throwing herself at him. This hug, she’s on her tip toes with more of her weight on him. Mel is always so careful to avoid any risk of aggravation to his back. This time she’s done it on a whim so she is fully pressed up against him.

Holy fucking shit.

It has been years since he’s had sex. His and Abbey’s failing relationship coupled with his benzo addiction pretty much killed his libido. Two years in and single. Mel’s lithe and yet soft body is shutting down all higher brain function. Her lips pressing that quick and light to his cheek and the fire burns through his body from the tiny contact. It takes every remaining brain cell he has (which is probably about three) to do his best to clamp down on a physical reaction to her.

His hands damn near span her back. Her hair smells like lavender and her skin is dangerously soft and smooth. Images threaten to flash in his mind. Tongue and teeth dragging along the satin skin.

‘Do you want Becca there?’ The loss of her heat has his base brain screaming. He thinks he’s imagining things but her breath seems a little shallow, voice a little huskier. Was she affected by the contact like he was? No. No a chance.

‘Have a cake related event without Becs? I may be an idiot but I’m not suicidal.’ Mel’s face scrunches for a second. Her sarcasm radar has improved greatly but every so often, context depending, it takes her a second. It’s adorable. Then her face is brighter than any sunlit day he’s ever seen.

‘Great!’ She does her little happy dance, hands clapping eagerly. It’s not so hard asking people. He quickly takes out his phone and sends Abbey a quick message. Kids don’t need to be there. They are still a little too young. He tells her if she wants to be there he’ll cover the sitter. Abbey responds with a thumbs up and her parents are happy to spend some time with the kids.

He feels decidedly lighter as he follows Mel back down to the Pitt.

Mel is muttering to herself about something. Frank is so distracted by his own thoughts that he doesn’t really pay attention to it. He stops to scan for Cassie and Robby. They’re next on their list. He spies them at the boards and makes a beeline towards them. But then he catches Mel’s voice behind him. Her deeper pitch travels further than he expects.

‘That hug is going to trigger another dream.’

Another dream?

His brain completely short circuits at the idea that Mel whether conscious or unconscious has thought about sex with him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Those previous images he fought against flood his fried brain and he’s done.

Then he trips over a gurney.

[bitchybylershipper]

NO FUCKING WAY I JUST GOT BOOTED OUT OF MY PINTEREST ACCOUNT. AND I CANT FUCKING LOG BACK IN BECAUSE THE DEVICE IM ON TECHNICALLY BELONGS TO MY SCHOOL AND THE ADMIN FUCKING BLOCKED PINTEREST APPARENTLY I AM SO ANGRY OH MY GOD

[counting-stars-gayly]

the fact that half the time i see a post about cait and vi, it’s about how hOrRiBLe their relationship is and oH what shitty representation! i nEvEr liked them as a couple!! but i have not seen a single person give even well-founded criticism on how jayce and victor were written this season, despite that plotline’s many faults. i’ve only seen people say shit like “lol what’s gayer: two women having sex or whatever the fuck jayce and victor have going on?” TWO WOMEN HAVING SEX. OBJECTIVELY THE ANSWER IS TWO WOMEN HAVING SEX OH MY GOD I cannot believe (except i can) that more people are talking about how supposedly gay a non-canon relationship is than they are about AN ACTUAL LESBIAN SEX SCENE THAT WAS BOTH WELL-WRITTEN AND RESPECTFUL. JUST SAY YOU HATE WOMEN WITH YOUR FULL CHEST OH MY FUCKING GOD

[babymorte]

trying to heal from avoidance and actually learning about this shit is just making me hate myself even more

[postmariannizm]

One like and I will tell my consultants to go fuck themselves during tommorows call with them

[crows-of-buckets]

I love how everytime I'm like "I'm going to get so much work done today!" My focus and attention span decides it's going to go fuck off to God knows where

[drakobloxxrr]

Get this bullshit off my fucking dash. use the actual tags so people can block it.

[themyscirah]

Thinking about current continuity Vanessa and just getting pissed off again

Like one, LET HER REST oh my god dc you ruin her FUCKING life like an asshole only to bring her back as a villain after she finally got out oh my god-

But also like its just so bad. This is a whole other woman with her name like why are we doing this. Like first you kill her mom (JULIA NOOO) and erase her YEARS of history growing up around diana (the thing that actually made her villain turn [if you can call it that w the level of manipulation involved] interesting and fucking heartbreaking) for some shitty "oh I saved you we were friends" run of the mill whatever. Then to use that and say Nessie had a crush on her OWN SISTER (Diana, so like informally adopted, but still 😡) now????

And then they took away her curls and made her a redhead but not even the realistic kind. DC SHE DOESNT LOOK LIKE THAT

It just makes me so mad. Freaking guys. They could have used another name like oh my god. She's not even the first silver swan why the fuck would they do that if they're not going to explore her history w diana (which she no longer has!!!!) or how intensely fucked up everything got for her. What is even the fucking point of this then other to drag a main character of the ww supporting cast through the mud again for genuinely no reason. They could have easily had her be Valerie Beaudry (sorry Val) instead or just MADE UP ANOTHER NAME because it's obvious that no one actually cared about her as a character they just wanted the wondy villain back so like !!!!!!!!!! Why even bother

[raii-bread]

bro i am straight up gonna lose my shit oh my FUCKING god

[chimneyz]

im sorry but how the actual fuck can someone say that climate change doesn't exist with everything that has been happening?! seriously i don't fucking understand it.

[snapbackslide]

if anyone got tips pls share with the group 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[menlove]

every time i am around older queer people the more i am convinced i was meant to be an older queer person. not bc i have this fantasy of living in decades past that were much worse but bc i get along with and agree w them so much better. so much of modern queer discourse is painfully white, binary, and completely regressive while painting itself as revolutionary and i just want to crack jokes w some cool older butch lesbians every time i encounter discourse that makes me want to bash my head into the wall

[mieczyhale]

my siblings in christ 'shut the fuck up' challenge