#and claiming that shes in danger

[mooifyourecows]

I think it's pretty weird that there's an entire group of people on tiktok trying to make it seem like that dog Bunny who pushes all the buttons to communicate with her people is getting TOO self aware to the point of being depressed and filled with existential dread

Like, the way people are trying to spin it is completely different from what is being shown? She is clearly smart and she does occasionally ask some deep questions like wondering who is in the mirror and whether she's human or dog but they act like she's in need of rescue because she's TOO self aware.

Then you go to her page and it's like just a very smart dog pointing out that one of her people is in the bathroom pooping or she's pushing the 'walk' button or she's mad because it's raining and she's wet like lmao WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE GETTING THESE SUPPOSED RED FLAGS?

They say she's on antidepressants and they use that as evidence that she's too self aware and her owners are basically abusing her for giving her this consciousness and treating her distress as fun jokes for the internet but like.... do you think animals DONT have mental illness? It's not uncommon for animals to have anxiety or depression or ptsd. Theyre living beings who are not immune to the stress of being alive in the 21st century. So even if Bunny is on antidepressants, it's not necessarily proof that her supposed 'human like consciousness' is to blame.

It feels like random, potentially harmful rumors being spread around for no reason other than to stir up controversy.

If any of these people actually did watch her videos they would clearly see that she seems well taken care of. Yes, she's smart, and sometimes makes shocking observations (likely not always intentionally) but uhhhh dogs ARE smart. Give them the tools to show their intelligence and you will be amazed. She's a sheepadoodle no less. Which is a HIGHLY intelligent breed. But other than the 'self awareness' she doesn't show any signs of being unhappy or mistreated. She is healthy and well groomed and surrounded by love and enrichment. She gets plenty of interaction with other dogs and goes on frequent walks with her owners who shower her with love and affection.

I dunno it just feels like one of those situations where people need to like... touch grass and stop believing the tiktok fear mongers.

[monstermoviedean]

a better life is a myth. real is better than fake. now is better than then. accept your life. accept your life. accept your life. your problem is your anger. your anger is THE problem. it is your responsibility to stop being angry. that will allow you to accept your life. that's your problem. you're angry and can't accept it. that's on you.

play your role.

[axolotlclown]

I suppose I'm a little late to the party, but I needed time to collect my thoughts.

Here's the thing, everyone's caught up on Caiti's age and whether she consented. To me, that isn't anywhere near the point. Her being so young is certainly creepy and strange, but not the point.

Here's the first thing, though less important than the next. As an adult, it is blaringly clear how irresponsible these "adults" were. Two grown ass men supplying alcohol to underaged girls in a hotel room. They were up drinking until 6am. They were one noise complaint away from getting the cops called.

Second thing. While underage drinking in the US is fairly normal, 18 is still pretty young here. Also, publicly admitting to supplying alcohol to an 18 year old is crazy, but not the point.

18 year olds can't compete with grown adults when it comes to alcohol. They don't have the same tolerance. There never should have been any "one upping."

No one should have gotten that drunk. The fact that there was a girl leaving, vomiting in her hand is fucking ridiculous. When someone, regardless of their age, is drinking too much too quickly, you cut them off and give them water. This is how college parties are run. Once you start wobbling a little too much, your speech is slurred, and you stop being a person, someone gives you water and walks you home.

And nobody walked her back to her hotel room?? Two grown men. I don't give a shit how tired you are. You always walk a girl home. Who the fuck raised you??

I am an adult man in college. I have been around a lot of different men. I have hung around men that behave like this. Let me promise you this: they got those girls drunk like that on purpose. They both wanted something. When they didn't get it, they just let the girls go. They were never interested in their safety. They were never interested in who they were.

And let me promise you this: there's never just one girl. And any well brought up man would have cut them all off and sent them on their way. There is way more to this situation than lets on.

And of course George never asked for her consent. It was never a question. They brought those girls back to that hotel room with the thought that they'd get something out of it. To George, he heard 18 and thought, "oh cool, she's legal."

I see this happen all the time in college. Usually men don't grow out of all of it, but they usually grow out of begging like a shitty dog in some random girl's DMs. To hear a grown ass man, 26 years old, behave like a fucking 19 year old sophmore in college is pathetic. I'm not interested in giving pathetic men any more time.

Also, love and light to Caiti, she looks like she's 16. "I didn't know she was 18!" First off, doesn't matter. Second off, I would've guessed she was a minor, so I know you checked first. Or else you're even dumber than the fucking college kids. Damn.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Love how because Madisyn Shipman had a good time on the set of Game Shakers, she's acting like that means Dan's a good person, even saying shit like, "If Dan was guilty of anything other then some anger moments which everyone has episodes of at given times then don't you think he would have been charged by now?!" John K basically admitted to doing all the shit he was accused of doing and he never had a day in a jail cell sadly, so don't fucking bring that excuse to the table, Madisyn, and if you were gonna just act like your good experience absolves what other actors and people who worked with Dan said about him, don't even bother trying to say you won't discrediting people's stories and trauma, because its clear you are doing exactly that. Oh and btw, using Drake Bell saying Dan was there for him during Brian Peck's trial as a way to say Dan's a good person? Fucking disgusting.

[batcavescolony]

So their is so sO SO much wrong with the Lightning thief movie But I think my two favorite things that don't make sense are

1) apparently Percy's name is just 'Percy' because he needed help to name a third demigod and he had to look at the Greek to get the name 'Perseus'

2) for some reason their are Thirteen thrones on Olympus. It's goes (right to left) Dionysus, Hephaestus, Hera (a decision to put her here of all places), Hermes, Aphrodite, Poseidon, Zeus (at the head), Athena, Ares, Demeter, Apollo, Artemis, EMPTY THRONE! Why 13? For Hestia? But she doesn't have a throne she gave it up. For Hades? He also doesn't have one on Olympus!

[sometipsygnostalgic]

Catra is a complicated character who does a lot of fucked up stuff and feels bad for it... trying to turn that around into, "Actually That Was Good Somehow And She Did Nothing Wrong", makes me think...

There's an enormous percentile of fans who only seem to care about or understand Catra, and maybe infact they don't understand her at all.

[spacepunksupreme]

I’ve been reading this Nick Fury Agent of SHIELD novel that I found sitting in someone’s trash (lol) on a walk a little while ago. And I’m like halfway through it but I still cannot stop thinking about this description of Fury from the second chapter

his surprisingly supple body ???

the writer was like damn, gotta remind my target audience of teenage boys how unexpectedly pliant and soft-to-the-touch Nick Fury’s body is while he straps himself into a fighter jet, that’s so integral to this scene where he’s just getting into a fighter jet, also of course his lucious hair

[dr-ralph]

I think the fact that she has a bachelor's degree at all is more of a condemnation of the current university system than a commendation of her abilities

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[lunaetis]

@furiaei asked :

" will you join me for a dance? " (Penacony arc Mya @ Eden. we realize we have not bothered her in a very long time)

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  the TRAILBLAZER felt as though the line between dream and reality was blurred ever since she stepped upon the planet of festivities. penacony had left her jaded in more ways than one. how easy one could manipulate others for their own selfish desire, or how one would sacrifice things that were important to others under the premise of it not being real. people were self-centered, they came here to have one, if not several, of their desires met. things they weren't able to accomplish in the real world, they would do it here.

                how she managed to come here, eden did not know. it had been made clear to her, however, that FOLLOWERS OF AHA had ways to get in and out of places they weren't supposed to. even without invitation, they would be able to warm their ways into the dreamscape and now, she was once again face to face with a mysterious woman whom she had the pleasure of meeting from time to time.

                her first instinct to her invitation was to pause, eyes narrowed suspiciously. really, had she ever regarded ANY masked fools with anything less than suspicion ? wasn't it WARRANTED ?

                " i should ask what are you doing here, but for some reasons, i have a feeling that i wouldn't get a proper answer unless i accept your hand first. " eden wasn't that knowledgeable when it comes to DANCING. something so intimate and elegant weren't in her nature, but anything could happen in the DREAMSCAPE, no ? even something she wasn't used to, or had done before, became something she felt as though it'd come naturally. and golden hues watched the woman with both caution and curiosity.

                the TRAILBLAZER couldn't understand her, and she could even feel the power she possessed right underneath her veins. she should be more than careful around this person whom had list of CRIMES following her like shadows. but at the same time, eden could somewhat relate to that free spirit of hers. in many ways, she envied the woman for being so utterly UNBOUND that she could drift about causing troubles any way and anywhere she wanted.

                such untamed spirit was so hard for her to refuse. thus, she heaved a sigh, stepping forward and extended her GLOVED DIGITS for the other. what harm could come from a single dance, right ?

                " lead the way, miss payne. "

[emsorcism]

Em doesn't let anyone see her last played because 8 times out of 10 it's all MCR.

[fromtheseventhhell]

He damned them all: Littlefinger, Janos Slynt and his gold cloaks, the queen, the Kingslayer, Pycelle and Varys and Ser Barristan, even Lord Renly, Robert's own blood, who had run when he was needed most. Yet in the end he blamed himself. "Fool," he cried to the darkness, "thrice-damned blind fool." (Eddard XV, AGOT)

"Weese," she would whisper, first of all. "Dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Amory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei."...On the road Arya had felt like a sheep, but Harrenhal turned her into a mouse. She was grey as a mouse in her scratchy wool shift, and like a mouse she kept to the crannies and crevices and dark holes of the castle, scurrying out of the way of the mighty (Arya II, ACOK)

Valiant Ned's precious little girl

[area51-escapee]

Begging true crime armchair detectives to understand that you are not Sherlock Holmes you are not special you will not solve the next big case you are doing nothing but putting misinformation out there and spreading harmful rumors and stereotypes. Real life and real tragedies are not murder mystery games you are actively harming people with your insane theories you are centering yourselves rather than the victims you are speaking over survivors and families and friends you are making up batshit insane lies just because you have a “feeling” and it’s not okay it’s not harmless it’s legitimately dangerous and heartless and it’s fucking disgusting how you refuse to see that

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Narcissistic parents are so delicate and fragile that the simple act of turning the lock on your bedroom door from open to closed flips their world upside down and you can literally watch them completely lose their shit right before your eyes.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey big fan of your works! You have an amazing talent and your prompts are very well written! Keep up the good work and thank u so much for all of them <3

I am loving this mob rival bosses prompt, it is so sexy. So how about this idea in the tyrant king/ice queen AU where Thena is being ambushed/attacked by a group in a party and Gil is fighting to protect her and getting hurt so she is caring his wounds afterwards?

Would also be an amazing idea for the Zombie AU. Let Gil use his muscles! xD

The Tyrant King had barely left the Ice Queen's side. Not since she was first poisoned, and not since being released, either. Those in the business knew better than to ask. They knew what the Ice Queen had gone through, and some of them knew that the Tyrant King was - and maybe had always been - protective of her.

So, it wasn't so strange to see them with each other, even when not actively conducting business. She ate in Koreatown often, and he was often found in the office of the Ice Queen, seemingly just...waiting for her.

It made them very recognisable targets.

"Try this."

Thena kept her smile small as she leaned for a bite of his tteokbokki, holding her hair back as she did.

Gilgamesh chuckled, seeming not to have a care in the world as they strolled the open market. "Well?"

"Mm," Thena nodded as she chewed her modest bite.

"That's it?" he snorted, resuming their walk with her hand on his elbow. "This is the best tteokbokki in the city."

"I've had better," Thena countered, even as he offered her another bite.

"What?" Gil scoffed, finishing off the last two for himself. He raised a brow at her, delighted when she returned it with a flirty little brow raise of her own. "Whose?"

"Yours."

The Tyrant King leaned his head closer to her, his lips brushing against the diamond studded cuff on her ear. "If you want me to abide by this rule of yours, you can't say stuff like that."

The Ice Queen turned her head, her lips one small breath away from his. "As if you've obeyed it thus far."

"I haven't kissed you outside yet, have I?"

"Gil!"

He wrapped his arms around her as she pushed him, both of them tumbling out of the main alley of the market and into the nearest wall. But he could hear the shots hitting the next few stalls. He tightened his arms around her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she promised him, hand already on the knife at her thigh. But she had also only been released about three weeks ago. She wasn't in the condition to fend off a proper ambush. "Who is it this time?"

"I don't know," he whispered against her temple, pressing a kiss to her flawlessly blonde hair. "But I'm gonna find out."

"Gil!"

Gilgamesh picked up the nearest crate full of produce and hurled it into the fray. He cocked his fists, taking out the first two as nothing more than a warmup. He didn't know how many there were, but it didn't much matter to him at the moment.

They weren't coming anywhere near Thena.

The next three came out, lingering behind the cloud cover of all the destruction. Gil kept his fists up, dodging knives as needed and disarming as he went. He threw a few, only managing to knock a few firearms out of hands rather than making a clean hit.

Thena had only started teaching him to throw knives recently.

Gil grunted as three of them grabbed him by the back, one around each arm and one on his shoulders. "Fuck!"

"Don't move!"

Gil obeyed, freezing with his captors draped over him. He heard the distinct sound of metal and bone and soon his burden dropped to the ground. She had killer aim, his Ice Queen. He turned to her, still leaning against the wall, "thanks, Naekkeo!"

"Gil, behind you!"

Shit. Gil hissed as the knife sliced through his side. He turned, gripping his attacker's head and twisting with all the torque he had in his arms. "Shit."

"Three more!"

Gil chuckled, raising his fists again. He was lucky she was on his side. Three more men did come at him, but they were empty handed. Whomever had sent them didn't really intend on doing much if any real damage, it seemed. Or they didn't really have the resources for it. Nor the experience not to send them in the middle of the damn day.

The last one went down, a knife flying at him from the side and lodging in his thigh.

Gilgamesh looked around him in the remains of the alley market. The citizens had long ago fled, and the assailants were all taken care of in some form or another. He huffed, tugging at his shirt and jacket. He would have to have some of his boys clean the place up before any real police started sniffing around.

"Gil," Thena reached for him, grasping the lapel of his jacket. She pulled it, examining the blood on his shirt. "You're hurt."

"Ah, it's-" he paused, catching the look on his Ice Queen's face. He cleared his throat, shutting up rather than argue with her. He tugged at his sleeves. "Come on, let's get you somewhere safe."

"Let's get you sewn up, you mean," she growled at him, pulling him to her own driving escort parked just down the street. Close enough for an escape but not so close for their 'meeting' to be spied on. She opened her own door and practically threw him into the back of the limo.

"Geez," he grumbled as he sat himself up and she climbed in next to him. "Y'know, baby, I think your bedside manner might be a little lacking."

"Shut up," she glared at him as she closed the door behind her. "They'll take us back to my office. In the meantime, let me see."

Gilgamesh obeyed, wincing as he pulled his shirt up. "Thena, really, I don't think it's that bad."

"You'll have to call up the little heiress," Thena mumbled back as she examined the depth and length of the cut in question.

"You think this was her?"

"I think it was for me, and they didn't think we would be there...together."

"Oh," he blinked as she started pawing over him for signs of other injuries. "Oh!"

"Yeah, Gil, oh," Thena sighed, sitting back in the seat as they drove back to her end of town. She bit into her lip, shaking her head at him. "I can't say I blame her. I might even be impressed of her being so bold."

He also hadn't thought the little heiress would have it in her to call out someone as powerful and established as Thena. He didn't think this was really a hit, but certainly it was meant to intimidate her. As if his Ice Queen were the type to scare.

"It's not funny," Thena rolled her eyes at his chuckling, slapping his chest lightly.

"Well," Gil began, letting Thena continue prodding at his bruises and scrapes, "since this date got cut short-"

"It was not," Thena gave him a pointed look as she reached to the door and pulled out a mini bottle of vodka. She pointed a finger at him, "a date."

He moved forward to kiss the tip of her finger, but she moved it out of his reach and pressed him back into the seat by the chest again. He sighed, "fine. But either way, I think you owe me another...meeting."

"Oh, do I?" she flicked her eyes up to him only briefly before liberally pouring the ounce of premium vodka over his cut.

Gil hissed at the sting of it.

"Does this not prove how dangerous having our," Thena ran her tongue over her bottom lip in a flash, "meetings out in public is?"

Gil watched her as she applied a balm to his skin. It was just as much of an irritant as the liquor, maybe burned even more. But he kept his eyes on her, putting all her care into patching him up as best she could in the back of a car. He trailed his fingers down her wrist to her hand. "I still want to, though."

Thena sighed, leaning back again. She tilted her head at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder as she did. "We both know what this life means, Gilgamesh. This won't be easy."

"I don't want easy," he was quick to argue, pulling her to him, no matter the burn in his side and the soreness in his muscles. He pulled her in, smiling against her lips as her hand slipped under the collar of his shirt.

Thena moaned, their tongues meeting gently. Her fingers travelled over the tattoos creeping up to his neck. His hand left her hair to rest on her hip.

"I want you."

[theforesteldritch]

‘People with CAIS are men not women because XY blah blah and I equate sex with gender even though CAIS is an intersex condition so literally not a binary sex’ ‘People with CAIS are always women never men because phenotype socialization blah blah’ anyone who agrees with either of these needs to shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up we can be women we can be men we can be neither or both or something else we can define our sex for ourselves we can define our gender for ourselves.

Trans people with CAIS I love you cis people with CAIS I love you people with CAIS I love you we as intersex people deserve better than this.