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God nerfed my misandry by making all the trauma in my life come from women
#Not letting this one out gyns#Like I really can't completely hate men because I think I'd just become a genuine misanthrope#I'd say a good 95% of the trauma I've experienced in my life has come from other women#Like#My dad wasn't a perfect man but at least I never avoided leaving my room because I didn't want him to see me#I just interacted with my mom. It's 8 AM. No good morning or nothing. Just straight to a lecture#I really do hate this woman#If I'm honest my hatred of men comes form the stories other women have told#Of course I feel solidarity with my sisters#But in my own personal life? It's been women who have caused me the most harm#There's genuinely no contest
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Thank god
#oh im so relieved#genuinely felt terrible for the contestants#Henry the pig#game changer#sam says 3#lou wilson#jacob wysocki#vic michaelis#sam reich#Sam you have redeemed yourself in my eyes
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I've always been a sucker for outfit design, and on occassion, when inspiration strikes, have been known to indulge and participate in such contests organized by RomanceClub. So here are some of my submissions. Note that the character base sprites were not done by me, they belong to RomanceClub. Only the outfit sketches are mine.
Outfits for Vyxaria from Souless; Outfit for Audrey from Astrea's Broken Heart; Matching outfits for Lane and Anna, Heaven's Secret: Requiem; Outfit for Raphael, Astrea's Broken Heart; Prosthetic leg for Ava, Souless.
#romance club#i do genuinely hope they organize more because nothing entertains me quite as much as these silly little contests c':
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farewell, one for all
#tribute art for the ofa subplot concluding in the manga#seeing the last panel of all the users smiling fucked me up so bad i genuinely cried seeing it#like theyre at peace now fuckkk😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#rest in peace to one of the most underrated subplots in mha#midoriya izuku#yk what im tagging all the users too even if u can barely see them in the pic#shigaraki yoichi#mha kudou#mha bruce#shinomori hikage#banjo daigoro#tayutai en#shimura nana#yagi toshinori#mha ofa#mha one for all#bnha#mha#this is also my entree for the official fanart contest JUMP is holding!#though this was drawn b4 mha ended. i only finished it now haha#i ended up rushing it a bit cus 2day was the deadline#tho i was 20 mins late so i probably dont have a chance#dahlia.art
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To anyone who might see this post and feel like answering a silly question:
What's your favorite non elder, non flagship monster ?
(Note: For this i am counting all variations, as well as the fated 4 as a whole)
#genuinely curious since most of the popularity contest winners tend to be elders and flagships#(Mine's Qurupeco btw)#monster hunter
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Beating Joey Chestnut
#fluttershy where she shouldnt be#mlp#fluttershy#joey chestnut#nathan's hot dog eating contest#ask to tag#<- being genuine here cause i dont know if this is. like. a common trigger or not
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Act 3 Blade be like
#shepherds of haven#blade being 100% okay with Chase testing the wards in Capra#but the MOMENT you try to go first suddenly it's a jump-on-the-grenade contest#genuinely one of the most charming interactions so far
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this is outrageous i cant stop drawing them
#tpot#two#gaty#twogaty#gattwo#decided to stop being a coward and finally post these doodles LOL#what i love about their friendship is you could interpret it romantic or platonically and it still works#i don’t like it in a romantic sense - but i love what it does for both characters. we get to see a side of them we dont see with anyone els#gaty in presplit is rude but honest. always the voice of reason. we didnt get to see her without conflict#and because of her friendship of two we get to see a caring and considerate side to her#and her friendship humanizes two - shows their struggles and shows how they work through things#and with host x contestants there’s usually a power imbalance but there isn’t here. they are on the same level and they genuinely like to#talk with each other - they look forward to it! doesn’t matter if you view it as platonic or not - its undeniable their friendship is stron
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[JTTW OC: 智平] monkey fuck around, monkey find out
#monkey thinks it’s funny to pull dragon tails but little does he know#he’s like those ‘5 year old boy pokes n prods and pulls ur hair bc he likes you’#but it is genuinely affectionate bc teasing is friendly for monkey#loves showing off how durable he is (like his contest against the 3 immortals) so he’s like yesssss swallow me whole#i will come out unscathed and i will be the strongest boyfriend#jttw#journey to the west#sun wukong#black myth wukong#oc#sun wukong x oc
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Second Age De-Aging AU
(Title is a work in progress.)
The workshop looked as if it had recently contained a small to medium sized explosion.
That concerned Gil-Galad a great deal less than what had been left in the wake of that explosion.
Namely, a very small peredhel currently perching catlike on one of the few sets of shelves still standing and who was hurling every throwable object in reach at a wincingly placating Annatar.
The thrown objects were accompanied by what he first interpreted as a yowl, which was really only reinforcing the cat impression, right up until he belatedly realized it was actually a wail, at which point he had to remind himself that it was not at all appropriate for him to throw things at an emissary of a Valar.
Even if he was almost entirely certain that, despite the seeming impossibility of the thing, the very small peredhel in question was Elrond.
Still. He was king. Kings did not throw things. Kings very calmly and not at all frantically demanded, “What happened?”
Elrond’s wail at last became intelligible words. “He lied!”
Gil-Galad switched his gaze to Annatar.
The maia was holding his hands out in a conciliatory fashion. “Dear Celebrimbor and I have been working on some things to better help Men preserve their minds as they age. Perfectly safe for both elves and Men, I assure you. Lord Elrond expressed a natural interest. I had no idea that with his . . . unique nature . . . it would react this way to his touch.”
“It exploded,” Gil-Galad said flatly.
“Not at all!” Annatar assured him. “It merely . . . affected his fea in an unexpected way. And it seems his hroa followed. At which point, he was unsurprisingly distressed . . . “
Gil-Galad reconsidered the explosion in the context of a highly frightened descendant of Luthien.
“ . . . and I am afraid that the resulting . . . incident . . . led to it . . . ”
Gil-Galad redirected his attention to the scorch marks on the workbench as Annatar very visibly searched for a word that was not “exploding.”
“And at which point in this process did you lie to him?” he asked pleasantly.
Annatar winced even more deeply. “He asked where his brother was,” he said apologetically.
Gil-Galad went very, very still.
He remembered, very clearly, just how closely the twins had stuck to each other in the early days of their being sent to Balar.
He remembered, very clearly, the grief on Elrond’s face when Elros had sailed.
And he remembered, very clearly, the grief that even still had not vanished when the bond between them at last had fully snapped.
“I’m afraid in my distraction that I said that was an interesting theological question.”
And Elrond, even at this age, had put the pieces together between that statement and the aching void Gil-Galad was sure he still felt in his soul when he reached for his brother.
Maiar, he had to remind himself very firmly, did not view death as Men or elves did. Annatar had not intended his statement to lead to . . . this.
This was even now changing. Whatever expression was on Gil-Galad’s face must have convinced Elrond that it was not a lie after all because there were no more objects being thrown from the shelf.
Unless, of course, you counted Elrond himself, who was slowly but surely turning the color of bleached bone and sliding inexorably off the shelf.
Gil-Galad sprang for him, catching the far too light body just in time.
“Fix this,” he ordered Annatar, clutching Elrond to his chest. Elrond had gone deathly quiet, and he had to move his hand on Elrond’s back until he could feel the heartbeat through the ribs just to be sure it was still pumping.
It was not the correct way to talk to an emissary of the Valar.
Gil-Galad did not have enough left in him to care.
. . .
Several hours later, he still had not determined what precise age this version of Elrond was.
This failure was mainly because of what else he had discovered. Namely, that this version of Elrond did not want to talk.
Or eat. Or sleep. Or do anything, really, but curl up into the smallest ball he could manage and block out the rest of the world.
He did not object to Gil-Galad talking. Or singing. Or pacing.
He did object, after those first few moments, to being touched. Gil-Galad had set him down in the window seat of his borrowed office the moment he could. As far as he could tell, Elrond hadn’t moved since.
He also objected to Annatar’s entrance. At least, that’s what Gil-Galad assumed the infinitesimal tensing of his shoulders meant. It was tempting to drag Annatar into the hallway to just meet there, but that would mean leaving Elrond alone, and Gil-Galad felt . . . uneasy about that.
(The window was narrow. The window was covered with beautifully stained glass that some of the artisans here had apparently been experimenting with. The window was not that high off the ground, really, as elves usually considered things.)
(On the other hand: Elwing. Maedhros.)
(Even if Elrond currently remembered only one of those formative experiences, Gil-Galad was not in the mood to take any risks.)
“You have a solution?”
Annatar shook his head mournfully. “I have a better idea of what went wrong,” he corrected. “A solution will likely take weeks. Longer, perhaps. It is a good thing you accompanied Lord Elrond on this visit; I am not sure a messenger could have found Celebrimbor in time.”
Gil-Galad paused in his pacing. “In time,” he repeated.
“Since the dwarves have been so reluctant to share the location of their sacred places to others in the past . . . ?” Annatar’s voice hinted gently, embarrassed to repeat what Gil-Galad already knew.
He knew full well why a message might take a while to find Celebrimbor; the complications of Celebrimbor’s expedition with the dwarves of Khazad-dum falling, he was assured unavoidably, in tax year, coinciding with a few mix-ups in delegation and communication . . .
But “in time.”
Were the effects going to get worse or - ?
“He’s a child,” Annatar said, very slowly, in response to the confusion Gil-Galad feared was on his face. “His fea will need to be nurtured. Preferably by a relative.”
“That’s just superstition,” he protested.
Annatar looked at him very oddly.
“ . . . I’ve heard,” Gil-Galad tacked on, like an elf who had certainly had two very present and alive elvish parents to nurture him throughout his childhood, and not at all like a feral former fugitive who had been raised by human bandits in the woods.
“From whom?” Annatar asked incredulously.
“Elrond,” he said after a slightly too long pause. He flicked his eyes hopefully to the child on the window seat; Elrond hadn’t so much as twitched. “He survived the first time around, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” Annatar agreed after an equally baffled pause. “Forgive me for any indelicacy here, but you do realize that no matter how forsworn the sons of Feanor may be, they do still count as relatives . . . ?”
Right.
And Gil-Galad . . . did not.
Which shouldn’t matter, he told himself firmly. He had survived, hadn’t he? And he was perfectly fine.
Perfectly alive, at any rate. And any of his various moral shortcomings were just down to his personal failings. And the more practical side of his upbringing.
Definitely.
His eyes flicked worriedly to the very pale, very still, very small figure in the corner.
“I don’t suppose you have any advice in that direction?”
(Annatar did, as it turned out.)
(It did not turn out to be enough.)
. . .
He had felt guilty before about lying about his place in the Finwean family tree.
None of it came close to what he felt watching Elrond slowly wasting away.
He had lied and cheated his way to this point, and if this point got Elrond killed -
No.
He could stay here and pray Annatar finished fixing the device before his own deficiencies got Elrond killed.
Or he could take his company and ride hard for Galadriel.
Probably that would be the end of his masquerade; probably all that sharp edged suspicion in her eyes would turn to certainty and that would be that. Definitely of his career and possibly of his life.
But Galadriel was Elrond’s cousin; Galadriel was a mother. Galadriel would know what to do. Elrond would be alright.
(“I’m sure this isn’t necessary,” Annatar said as Gil-Galad’s guards prepared the horses. Elrond had let himself be hauled like a terrifyingly heartbroken statue onto one of them. “You must be a closer relative to him the sons of Feanor were; surely with a few more days of trying to bond with him - ”)
(He considered just blurting it out. ‘No, actually, he might be more closely related to you, considering that maiar blood.’ ‘No, actually, I wouldn’t know Finwe from a dead toad on the ground.’)
(‘No, actually, there’s something terribly wrong with me. Possible more wrong than there was with thrice kin slaying Feanorians.’)
(He smiled, instead, with a closed mouth. “I’m really not father material,” he said. “Lady Galadriel, I’m sure, will prove as ferociously competent as always in my stead.”)
(Annatar did not argue with this.)
. . .
(There weren’t any Feanorian guards with them. Gil-Galad had insisted after what had happened the last time he had let Elrond bring Farande to Eregion. He wasn’t sure if that was for the better or the worse now; if Elrond would be relieved to have a face he recognized or terrified due to how he recognized it.)
(At least that might be better than the terrifyingly hollow look that was currently in his eyes.)
(But it would be better soon, he assured Elrond. They would reach his cousin Galadriel soon, and wouldn’t that be nice?)
(Elrond remained curled in the tightest huddle he could manage by the campfire. He no longer bothered to wince when he was touched.)
. . .
Galadriel met them at the edge of the forest she had made her new home in, so at least the messengers he had sent had managed to find her. She gave her usual shallow courtesies to her nominal king, but her eyes were locked on Elrond.
Now, at last, was the moment to confess.
Gil-Galad slid from his horse. Carefully, oh, so carefully, he helped Elrond down.
His ribs had been less prominent when the Feanorians had sent him to Balar.
“I couldn’t help him,” he said, his quiet voice sounding like the crack of doom through the silence.
“Of course you could not,” Galadriel said.
Of course.
“His fea was orphaned once; it will not accept a replacement again. Not - ” And here, in the face of Elros, even she faltered. “Not under these conditions.”
A different, more dreadful doom wrapped around his heart.
If Celebrimbor had been deemed too difficult to find -
He noticed, dully, that Galadriel had come alone.
And that despite wearing a fine woven cloak against the snap of the late autumn chill she was carrying another one.
And a flute.
“Lady Galadriel,” he said slowly.
“Do you want to help him or not?” she snapped. She paused. “My king.”
“Oh, I want the help,” he said instantly, fervently. “I’ll welcome him into Lindon with open arms if he can do this.”
“Well,” she sniffed. “I don’t know that you need to promise that.”
“Especially since it seems you came well prepared with bribes yourself,” he said, nodding with considerable relief to the goods in her hands.
She looked down at them. “ . . . Yes,” she said. “Bribes.”
#second age#gil galad#gil galad scion of somebody probably#and currently very concerned by this fact#galadriel#elrond#implied incoming maglor#someone gets de aged and for once it is not even a little a maia of vana's fault#this one is all on annatar#annatar#meanwhile galadriel is here with a new cloak#a new flute and a whole bunch of lembas#naturally this is a one time bribe and not what she has been routinely been slipping Maglor for the past few decades#and she will fight anyone who says otherwise#galadirel is also genuinely suspicious of Gil-Galad for the record#but only because she can tell he's hiding something#it has genuinely never occurred to her to doubt that he's family#he's got that look of Finwe about him#she knows Finrod thought he was Turgon's kid#personally she thinks he might be Maeglin's older brother#she has not wanted to bring this up for obvious reasons#not b2mem for once since this story required characters I can't use for the contest#but i really wanted to write this
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artwork I made for pvz fusion's 1st anniversary on discord. not sure how well it will do here, but worth the try.
#maskerat art#pvz#plants vs zombies#pvz fusion#plants vs zombies fusion#digital art#starfruit#gatling pea#expecting this to flop but I'm still proud of it#it was for a contest on the pvz fusion server anyway#either way best fangame i rlly love pvz fusion okay ♥︎ the designs r genuinely so well made
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🍉 Bashar Murad - MASKHARA بشار مراد مسخرة
From a 2021 interview with Bashar, where he explains some of the choices behind his music video for Maskhara:
[...] Meanwhile, the coffee cup reading is a metaphor of family expectations, and the pink outfits, the pink lighting and filters, and pink roses stuffed into a military tank are a nod to pinkwashing – the promotion of the queer-friendliness of a political entity to distract from human rights abuses. As a gay Palestinian himself, the latter hits close to home. In 2019, Bashar attracted global headlines through his involvement in Globalvision, an alternative concert that was livestreamed simultaneously with Eurovision in Tel Aviv – which had been plagued with pinkwashing controversy. "We didn't get the same number of viewers as Eurovision, but it still felt like we were doing something important," Bashar recalls. "Eurovision is a very queer event. It's also a musical event, so it was not just pinkwashing, it was also artwashing. As a gay artist, it was so important for me to make a statement. "They were also emphasising the fact that Eurovision is not political when it's the epitome of politics. It's different countries voting for and against each other and flags being waved everywhere. "But when it comes to Palestine and our voices, we were shut down. We were told that no, this is not a political event, this is a party and this is a happy event."
. . . continues at The New Arab (5 Mar 2021)
#palestine#bashar murad#eurovision#i've been following bashar since his collab with hatari in 2019#and i was about to make a post about his entry for the icelandic eurovision entry contest (wild west / vestrið villt)#but he genuinely has so many good songs#you should know about him outside of the stuff his done for esc too
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Never not thinking about how Buffy has to beg and plead for Angel to not let the sun kill him when the first was tormenting him with what he’s done and that fact that soul or no soul he still wants to hurt Buffy and he concludes the only way he won’t is to kill himself….. and the only reason he didn’t dust was the storm and he was fully gonna let her watch him die again because he couldn’t face what a worthless piece of shit and a monster even with the soul he really is (and then suddenly they’re back together even though Buffy said they couldn’t be together anymore like RIGHT before all this so essentially Angel threatens to kill himself and then suddenly he and Buffy are back together 🙃 i hate it here)
Riley was gonna let himself die rather than become even weaker than Buffy while she again begs for him to stop being a whiny attention seeking toddler and grow the fuck up and do what he needs to do so he won’t DIE (my words not hers obviously lol) and when that doesn’t work and she still doesn’t “pay enough attention to him or need him enough” in his eyes while she’s ya know being the slayer, raising her sister and taking care of her sick mother…. He cheats on her in a way that again threatens his own life and the lives of everyone he could easily kill in her life if he were to be turned and when THAT doesn’t work he threatens to leave forever unless she forgives him IMMEDIATELY
And Spike who is the only one to actually die after she again is pleading you don’t have to do this “no there’s still time you’ve done enough” because Spike knows Buffy doesn’t deserve “good enough” Buffy deserves everything, she deserves to be free of the hellmouth even though that means they can’t be together and he’ll die
Two man-children who threaten to kill themselves because they can’t handle what they’ve done or that they’re not as strong as they think they are and drag an overburdened and traumatized young woman they had no business even dating in the first place along for their self-destructive ride vs a man who literally already sacrificed everything he was to become someone she could love without guilt, sacrificing everything he fought to become, for her and her beloved world she loves so much and fights so hard to protect.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO MEN WHO THREATEN DEATH VS THE MAN WHO ACTUALLY DIED AND THE VASTLY DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING THESE THREE EVENTS 😭😭😭
Spike dying BECAUSE he was worthy of Buffy’s love rather than because he wasn’t like the two who came before him
#SPIKE SUPREMACY#SPUFFY SUPREMACY#like I’m sorry but it’s genuinely no contest#spuffy#spike and buffy#spike x buffy#certified angel and riley hater for life#anti angel#anti bangel#anti riley finn#anti biley#spuffy meta
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GUYS WE’RE SO BACK
#vislor turlough reference? in the year of our lord 2025? it’s more likely then you think?.#???#not him being referenced in one of the campest looking episode though#Juno Dawson knows what she’s doing I’ll bet#I’m genuinely so excited#I didn’t care that much about the interstellar song contest before but now I’m HYPED#clearly it is being written by a woman of fine taste#vislor turlough#Doctor who#the interstellar song contest#fifth doctor#the people must know
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God those eurovision points were tense! Thank fuck Austria won😭
#eurovision song contest#eurovision#eurovision 2025#esc#i was genuinely shitting myself at the thought of Israel winning#i didn't even like Austria that much but im so haply he won
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dude i wanted to talk about this but when i wanted to the “mephone is a child” shit was still ongoing so before i start i wanna preface if i see any “he is just a child/baby:(“ i will kick every joint in your body halfway across the hemisphere
anyways. i did not get much insight into this beforehand because i joined quite literally a few days before ii16 dropped, but i realized that mephone before the Reveal was always seen as this mostly put together guy who has the whole gameshow thing figured out and just has some baggage on the way. not to say there were not hints to show he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing (gestures to season 3. “yeah! for photos and stuff.” “in my defense, i never thought they’d check.”) but other than his memories in episode 13 and glimpses and hints throughout the season it really seemed like he was the host to have it All Figured Out.
and OH WHAT A MASK THAT T’WAS!!!! perhaps this is my own dumbassery showing but any hint or glimpse of his naivety or dare i say childishness was smoothed over by that reality show host persona. i mean, in episode 15 that was shown in full force when he nearly went the whole episode Almost Successfully wearing the wacky host persona until cobs had to take that mask and shatter it.
and then shoot it 56 times and beat it with a baseball bat. like the fact that he didn’t realize that he created his own contestants until cobs told him himself really just tears down the whole act. like the whole interview with box just confirming yeah. this fucker tricked you all. bro had NO clue what he was doing.
anyways. this has been my essay
#worf opens their big mouth#like i absolutely feel like i could’ve explained myself better but you get me right.#also the fact that calling him just a baby sorta waters down the actual torture he inflicted on the contestants#AND also sorta numbs times when he’s had genuine emotional growth#to mepad: ‘so don’t lecture me about trust. i’ve tried trusting.’#(s3) to the finalists: ‘thanks for trusting i’d figure it out.’ (abbreviated)#anyways guys can you guess who my favorite character is#i made it REALLY difficult so no worries if it’s hard to guess ❤️#inanimate insanity#ii18 spoilers#ii mephone4#ii mephone#// long post#20#30#50
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