#You can fix the character but not the damage

[tossawary]

Watching "The Clone Wars" show now and look, I know, I KNOW it's a kids' show and that's why there's a 14yo(?) girl acting as not only a child soldier but a military commander. (I'm developing a headcanon / interpretation that legal adulthood in the Republic starts at 13. Ex: Padmé being a queen at 14, Obi-Wan nearly aging out of the Order at 13, Boba is apparently going to be sent to maximum security prison at 12??? Haven't gotten there yet.) I honestly kind of enjoy the fact that "Star Wars" depicts a Jedi Order that kind of sucks sometimes and keeps having these incredibly deadly kids who are a little fucked-up.

Nevertheless, I AM low-key judging these characters a little bit for the fact that 14yo Ahsoka has apparently also been sent to act as (21yo?) Anakin's impulse control and emotional management. Or has herself taken on that role a little bit regardless of initial intentions. (I already don't love that Padmé's key role (as the only major female character) in the prequel trilogy films is to deal with Anakin's big feelings. This threatens to become a repeat of that.) It's reminding me of Yoda throwing Obi-Wan at Qui-Gon in the "Jedi Apprentice" series; and also Obi-Wan taking Anakin on immediately after Qui-Gon's death instead of maybe claiming him but putting him in the crèche to cook for a few years first.

Like, guys, you can't just keep throwing padawans at these problems. It's giving "having a baby will fix our marriage" vibes, a little bit. It's kind of fun to see this cycle play out again and again in these stories, I am generally loving the flawed mentors and generational damage here, but I do pause every once and a while just so I can also say, "Yikes, dude. There's patterns here."

[evaiskindaweird]

Me: Since we're all going to die, there's something I have to confess....I do not care for Tobecky and Dadbrains aus

Tumblr: what?

Me: Do not care for Tobecky or Dadbrains

Discord: How could you say that?

[certainstarfishsandwich]

Looking at the stats it's kinda becoming clearer how their downfalls and/or bad ends will play out—Vere's scheming being a 2 and craving for wanton violence will lead him to a bloody end (and he'll take you with him if you don't play your cards right).

Mhin's self loathing and lack of wisdom leading to rash decisions and/or biting off more than they can chew and dying as a result.

At first their stats didn't make sense because Mhin and Vere both seem the type to kill first ask questions later but then I realized, this is them at their worst. Like, one shimmy away from pludging off a cliff

[jadelemonadee]

What r ur thoughts on people who twinkify samuel seabury…like when his only personality is being soft uwu boy who gets bullied by hamilton and king george is his protector!!1!1!1!

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS I HATE IT SO MUCH

okay first of all I’ve said this before but i feel like the only reason people see him like this is because of “chaos and bloodshed is not a solution” which caused people to be like “omg he doesn’t like violence such innocent baby protect him 🥺🥺” WHEN HES A GROWN ASS MAN (45 - 47) AT THE TIME OF FARMER REFUTED ☹️ also about the king george thing there’s lots more to his character than just being a loyalist he was a priest / bishop fcs 😞 how about jesus being his protector!!!!! /j another thing about him is that i feel like people tried babying him to make him seem less of an antagonist maybe…??? like ive seen people say “poor sammy he was trying to express his opinion🥺” ok well we’re not rooting for his opinion in this musical ARE WE?? like idk maybe we should let antagonists be antagonists and be in the wrong 🤗 personally i dont agree with samuel’s opinions AT ALL but that doesn’t make him any less kissable in my eyes!!! can we let characters be pathetic without infantilizing them PLEASE i just see him as this annoying snooty man who sees the revolutionists as childish and immature / sees him + other loyalists as above these “barbaric patriots”. also i recall thayne sayinf something on the hamilcast podcast about seabury trying to “save everyone from the king” (i pray the king shows you his mercy) before its too late and i dont know how this aligns with what im saying but i think it tells us a bit more about him (at least thayne’s version) and i just find it a silly detail 😁 btw you guys im only talking about all this from the musical perspective and this has barely anything to do with actual history or the characters’ historical counterparts 🤗🤗🤗🌈🌈🌈🌸🌸🌸

[martyrbat]

habeas corpus – detective comics #1086

(ID in alt!)

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 181 - Supernatural

If Kevin doesn’t look at it, it isn’t happening.

His body isn’t betraying him. The weeks and weeks stumbling, starving, painfully around translation aren’t changing him. He can barely breathe, so binding is out of the question. His hands shake too much for injections, anyway.

If he finishes this, he can be himself again.

He hates living in a body whose breaking can be witnessed. Hates that the Winchesters’s eyes skimmed over him once, but now Sam’s says him with a hard note, like he has to remind himself, and Dean rolls his eyes, complies to get what he wants.

[13oddballbooks]

Not sure if anyone has written or posted this idea yet... (Miraculous Ladybug x DC)

Its a common trope for Alya to look up to Lois Lane. I've seen a few fics where those two actually interact, but... I don't think I've seen a fic or post were Marinette is the one to reach out to Lois. With how much shes done for the class, why wouldn't she reach out to Alya's personal hero? But what if... Marinette reached out to Lois for help? With Alya so caught up in Lila's lies, she lost sight of journalistic integrity, and despite the stress of the situation, Marinette truly does want to help her friend... Alya getting a cold wake up call from her personal hero would be just the thing to make her sit back and realize that she truly was becoming a tabloid journalist instead of one that sought the truly like Lois. Idk i think that it would have great potential for Alya to do some serious, long-term character growth, and have her start thinking more and reacting less. She'd backtrack and start fact-checking before posting whatever was said to her. Of course this wouldn't be an overnight fix it, and it not a salt fic either. Just the slow, dawning realization that just because someone who is nice to her and makes promises (that she also realizes always end up falling through or passed onto another to fill) says things, doesn't mean that they're true. That people aren't always who they say they are, and adult aren't the only ones who create damaging lies.

[oscconfessions]

With my comic I balance being worried about being cancelled and not realizing that stuff could get me cancelled-

Prime example: I’m worried about making one of my objects Jewish cause I don’t want to be accused of supporting something I don’t!

Yet, my co-writer had to remind me that while a joke about one of my objects being profiled as autistic (a puzzle piece) is kinda ironic, it’s not that funny and kinda offensive (even though I myself am autistic)

Does it make me a bad person? I hope not! But I don’t know what to do! I want to be funny but really don’t want to get whomped by the osc by accident-

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[painterofhorizons]

Reda Shepard & James Vega

[cinnamon-bunni]

NOT okay right now im thinking abt pokemon leaving scars on their trainers + everyday, domestic problems.....

[moe-broey]

Like a whole other thing is when I have put Mani/Moe in situations where suicide as a topic is part of the punchline, I am so cautious about it, and there's always a greater intention behind it. Biggest thing is the characterization -- this is a part of its history. Moe's experiences inform a lot of its feelings, choices, even core personality. It's also a distinct characterization of Mani. A reflection of the past. Mani is more prone to becoming volatile and destructive. I have so much lore in my head I can never elaborate on LMFAOOO (SCRAMBLED. EGG). But that is the point/idea behind it, and I am always So Careful. I don't do anything without intent.

[paintingformike]

it would be a cold day in hell before i, a lesbian, start becoming a staunch defender of a hetship on twitter dot com

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[ent-is-indecisive]

Adaine is so painful to watch like when she talks with jawbone

[mira0000000-blog]

It's kinda funny that I have fankids in the brain but they have almost 0 dynamic (or zero GOOD dynamic) with their parents they just go on silly shenanigans

[kisakis-boyfriend]

might i request reader fucking boothill after they take off his arms and legs? he's got mechanical limbs, so it won't really hurt and they can be put back on again, but like. the brainrot. he'd look so cute fr fr ♦️

Author's Note: You must also be a mind reader, because I have been plagued with all sorts of scenarios like this. Either with a robot/android character having their innards played with, or robot/android reader. — All of that to say; I went with a mechanic reader doing some maintenance on Boothill, and things get a lil spicy 👀 (ended up making the reader a bit southern too??)

Pairings: Boothill x male reader

Warnings: Male mechanic!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Boothill, robo sex, robo genital functions, Boothill's goofy swearing, fingering, grinding, mild objectification

“What seems to be the problem?” You ask. The man on the other side of the desk rolls his shoulder back a few times, complaining of some joint issues.

“Alrighty, follow me. I'll take a look at'cha”

The cowboy follows you into an examination room. Various posters are taped to the walls — cheesy motivational posters and diagrams of machinery, mostly. He comments on them, saying that he appreciates a place like this, as opposed to the squeaky clean shops he'd been referred to previously. You chuckle and thank him for the compliment.

Some tools are pulled out and placed on a workbench next to the table. As you're prepping things, you tell your customer to remove any articles of clothing and have a seat on the table.

“Well shoot, at least take me to dinner first, darlin'!” He teases, smirking at you when you slowly turn your head around and playfully squint your eyes at his remark. Still, he does as he's told, and removes his cropped top, pants, hat. Literally everything is off, and he takes his seat, waiting patiently for you to begin.

“Lift this arm for me. Ok good. Now the other one.” You instruct him through a simple visual check. All four of his limbs seem to stutter through their movements, acting worse when he tries to rotate his legs.

“Ok... Um, I think this'll be an easy fix, but uh...”

“But what?”

“I... am going to need to detach all of your limbs to fix you–”

—

While your customer was clearly not used to a procedure like this one, he did a wonderful job of following your instructions so as not to damage anything while you're removing his appendages. All four of them detach smoothly, and you set them aside on a spare table until you'll need them again. With the heavy lifting out of the way, you're ready to go in for the delicate work of recalibrating his connecting joints.

“You know, you're probably one of my best customers.” you say as your fingers tug on one of the small wires buried deep within his hip socket, “Most people aren't too keen on doing it all at once. And even when it's two at a time, they squirm and babble anxiously.”

Boothill inhales sharply as the sensation of your hands literally inside of him stirs something within his belly. His lower lip is scored with the marks from his sharp teeth.

You tighten a few of the mechanisms in there, and he prays that you keep your eyes on your work, otherwise you'd see how stupid he must look as his eyelids droop and his mouth opens in a silent moan. It's taking all of his willpower to hold those sounds in.

“Geez, this one is crazy loose… do you uh, have regular maintenance done? Because you really sh-”

As you grip another wire and pull it, a compartment on Boothill's crotch suddenly opens up, revealing a fleshy, dripping hole.

If the cowboy still had legs at the moment, he'd be trying to close them and hide his arousal from you. Already, his breathing has become ragged and heavy, on the verge of making other, lewder sounds…

“Ah! O-oh I am so sorry–”

“Naw, s'okay…” Boothill slurs before the beginning of a moan, futilely attempting to hold composure that is clearly long gone by this point. He can't really buck his hips, but you can tell that that's what he's trying to do. You take the hint, and curiously move between his legs- or, what would be the area between his legs, anyway. He gives you permission immediately, almost begging to have this spot touched.

It's… strangely soft… humanlike in both appearance and touch. It's unclear whether this is human flesh or synthetic, but realistic flesh. Whatever it is, it has nerve endings of some variety, because Boothill whimpers as you prod around the edges of the opening. More liquid oozes out as you toy with him, gasping ooh's and aah's with a curious grin on your face. It's so much that you need to grab a couple towels and place them under his hips so it doesn't drip everywhere or seep into his open sockets. Seriously, it's like a waterfall after a couple minutes…

“You're sure this is ok? I'd hate to make you uncomfortable…”

The hole between his hips pulsates, opening up just slightly, as if it's inviting you inside.

“Darlin', please– you already had yer fingers inside of me today, just… put 'em back in.” The cowboy whines. And if a customer needs a little extra service, who are you to ignore them? Especially one as gorgeous as Boothill.

A rush of the sticky liquid comes pouring out when you push two fingers inside of his pretty hole.

“Fuck, not that I get around much, but I've never seen someone get so damn wet just from my fingers before. Is it always like this?”

A quiet 'mm-mm' is his response. His head flies to either side as your fingers sink in up to the knuckle, effortlessly, thanks to his built-in lube. His hair is hanging off the other end of the table, swooshing around every time Boothill flings his head around. It's so pretty, you really wish it was between your fingers right now…

For now, your focus comes back to the multitude of wet noises coming from Boothill's hole. The towels under him have long since soaked up everything spilling from his entrance.

“M-more… gimme more–!!” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut.

Removing your fingers, his hole squirts out a bit of liquid, and he resembles a sad puppy until he notices you removing your clothes. When your hard-on is more visible, Boothill drools at the sight.

You free your cock and give it a few pumps, licking your lips as your eyes flick between the cowboy's fleshy entrance and his sweaty face. He returns your gaze with his own obvious lust, lolling his tongue out once you touch him again.

It's incredibly soft and wet on your dick. You rub your length against the opening a few times, grinding against him and imagining how it will feel once you're inside–

“Shi- fuck! Mm that's tight, cowboy. Holy shit.” You exclaim, almost going cross-eyed from pleasure as his hole squeezes you so good. It doesn't take long for you to grab his hips and thrust like your life depends on it.

“Goddamn, yer like some hi-tech fleshlight! Oh yeah, take that dick! Take it, slut.” Mechanical wheezing is the only sound coming from Boothill now, unable to speak as you pound his hole mercilessly. In a moment of animalistic lust, you crawl up on the table and fuck him like a sex doll, curling over his body with your own and pistoning your hips, drilling into his gushing entrance as he squirts heavily.

You groan right into his ear, “M'gonna cum in you now- is that ok?” Boothill rapidly shakes his head, shivering at the way your breath hits his earlobe. Within seconds you're fucking your seed further into his squishy hole, ramming in so deep you make the cowboy's eyes roll completely back, and he exhales a shaky “Fork yeah~”. It's hard not to chuckle at the ridiculousness of what he said, but coming down from your high takes most of your energy — including the energy to realize that this man did just say "fork yeah" when you came inside of him……

His hole is still greedily sucking your juices in, and you can already feel yourself humping the glorified fleshlight that is your customer. Needless to say, this repair will take longer than you planned…