#because they will straight up destroy them

[mycartoonmonster]

Dipper was what Bill was to Fiddauthor in Wendy and Robbie's case. Regardless if it wasn't the best relationship and it was destined for disaster, Dipper had no business butting in on Wendy's personal life

Literally messed with time itself to prevent Robbie from asking his crush out which ruined Blendin's life and got them into trouble later on.

On the same episode, he was willing to sacrifice an innocent pig to either being food or suffering abuse from Pacifica.

He summoned a Game character to fight Robbie on his place which not only almost kills the teen but his sister and Stan as well.

He disliked his sister being taller so he made a device to grow bigger which glt them into trouble later

He got himself, his sister, her sister's friends and Soos into trouble with the Summerween monster.

Refused to help them save Stanley in DreamScappers because of a misunderstanding at first.

Almost gets his family into trouble with the goverment and put them all in danger by raising the dead.

Almost gets himself and Wendy killed cause he couldn't admit his feelings for her in the bunker

Refused to help Robbie after the break up with Wendy.

Literally him and Gideon are parallels to one another, taking Dipper's negative traits and behaviours to the max. Alex said this himself

Instead of telling Stan thrings straight or helping him he decided to mind control him via one of Ford´s experiments

Almost erases Ford´s mind but destroys the machine to protect their minds from Bill

Played with a lot of girls´s feelings

Faces Bill regardless of Ford´s warning to hide and it ends up with the journals getting destroyed

Dont get me wrong I love him but still hes not 100% flawless

Mabel haters do not prosper with me around!!!!! I think there's some slight issues with how she's handled on occasion, but Dipper does, like, almost an equal amount of selfish/impulsive things throughout the series. It's such an easy thing to imagine the beginning of the finale happening with him instead!!!

[questionable-sanity]

Xianle Quartet is a top tier polyship not only because of the metric ton of emotional baggage (and the sheer volume of sexual tension and awakening possible between 3 virgins and an effectively celibate fertility god), but also simply because they're all from a country renowned for beauty and pretentiousness, therefore treating impossible beauty standards as the norm.

Xie Lian's canon internal thoughts consist of not infrequently calling people ugly. Can we blame him? He was raised constantly surrounded by and continues to surround himself with devastatingly attractive people. Feng Xin, canonically olive-skinned and handsome, archer's figure. Mu Qing, canonically delicate-appearing and pretty. Hua Cheng, growing up to be tall and savagely beautiful.

Meanwhile, Hua Cheng is a literal fashionista, decked out in every possible silver accessory at any given moment, jingling like a Christmas elf and fabulous while doing it. He throws money around on luxury items just because he can, and his taste is impeccable. Mu Qing straight up destroys his own statues if they're ugly, literally described as wearing luxurious robes that he probably made himself because no one could do it better. They're the divas of this operation. They're judging you, hard, and they want you to know it, so you will.

Xie Lian is the equivalent of the naturally beautiful friend who doesn't wash their face with anything but a bar of soap and comes out looking flawless. He needs absolutely zero fashion sense because he could wear a trash bag and people would think it looks high fashion. Feng Xin is the himbo friend who washes with 10-in-1, yet his skin glistens in the sun like an oiled up ancient greek olympian. He does a normal amount of working out and comes out shaped like Captain America. They're simply God's Favorite, so they don't need to try.

Basically, I picture them as the blindingly hot polycule walking around like the Cullens entering their high-school cafeteria. Hair blowing in an invisible wind. Throwing incredible amounts of shade in the communication array.

They're hot. They're judgmental. They're literally the Mean Girls.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You wait at the door. You’re wearing winter clothes but you don’t mind. The stuff in your closet are the only untouched by berry juice. 

As you watch through the window, Jada scoffs and slurps loudly behind you. 

“What are you doing?” She asks. 

You know what she wants. She wants a reaction. Well, you might be sweating in this turtleneck but it’s not because of her. 

“Waiting.” 

“For?” She snips. 

“My ride.” 

“You have a car.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m saving my gas,” you argue. “Where’s Estelle?” 

“She went home,” she chimes in a taunting tone. Oh yes, she went home after they destroyed your wardrobe. “Those berries were good. Fresh.” 

You sigh and shake your head. A sleek dark green car rolls slowly along the curb and stops, idling as a dark figure leans over in the driver seat. That must be them. 

“Gotta go,” you say as you hook your quilted bag over your shoulder. 

“You are such a spoil sport,” she pouts. You open the door but she catches it before you can close it. She huffs as she sees the car, “oh, I see. Another day of fun with criminals.” 

You slow as a figure emerges from the other side of the car. Loki squints over the roof with obvious disappointment. You give a sheepish wave as you approach. You don’t think he knew to expect you, just as much as you don’t expect him. 

“You’re such a loser,” Jada calls after you. “And you’re gonna get hurt.” 

You ignore her as Loki scowls. He doesn’t say a word as he drops back down into the driver’s seat. You open the passengers’ door, “may I?” 

“Hm, haven’t much of a choice in the matter,” he drones as his fingers tap on the ridge steering wheel. 

“Sorry, I... I could’ve driven but Thor--” 

“Yes, he does demand all things happen upon his whim,” he slithers. “Do use your seat belt and close the door. I should hate to think of his whining should you get hurt upon my watch.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you shut the door and fumble to do up your belt. He pulls out just as you snap it into place. 

“That was a rather pleasant woman,” he remarks as he drives. “What was it she called you?” 

“Ha, that’s just my sister,” you say. “You know, sister things.” 

“I do have one and she’s just as endearing,” he turns lazily with his thumb. 

“She just woke up. She’s grouchy,” you explain and look around the interior of the car, trying to distract yourself from the tension. You can feel how much he doesn’t want to be there. “This is nice.” 

You run your hand over the wood finish of the dashboard. 

“Authentic. Vintage,” he assures you. 

“Oh,” you retract your hand, “I wouldn’t want to... leave fingerprints. Sorry.” 

He grumbles but says nothing. You suppose that’s better than rebuke. You sit back and watch the streets through the window. The silence is strangling. 

You subtly glance over at him. He’s an intimidating figure. Tall, lithe, unreadable like a feline. You want to apologise again, just for the fact he’s been sent on this errand. 

“What?” He says, startling you. 

“What? Uh, what what?” You murmur and turn your head straight. 

“Why are you staring at me?” He asks. 

“I’m not, I just... looking through the windows,” you lie. 

He huffs and rests his hand on the shifter lazily. You turn your face away, stewing in your embarrassment. 

“The forecast is rather positive. You will be overheated,” he girds. 

You look down at the turtleneck with the ruffled collar and sleeves. He’s right. Another shock of heat blazes in your cheek. 

“I thought it was cute,” you shrug. 

He hums again. He clucks his tongue and speeds up. He peers over at you. 

“You’re not a very convincing liar.” 

“I’m not--” 

“I wonder,” he interrupts, “why you would lie about a shirt.” 

“I’m not lying, it is cute.” 

“It’s... not unsightly,” he allows. “But I’m certain you have something more weather appropriate.” 

“Maybe I do but why do you care?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. 

“Suppose I don’t,” he utters. “I am rather bored by this entire chore and thus I try to distract myself.” 

“Mm, well, I am sorry you have to do this,” you say. 

“Isn’t your fault, isn’t your apology to make,” he rebuffs. 

You frown. There's nothing you can say to him that’s right. You’re used to that and yet he isn’t so vicious as Jada or her friends. He is just blunt. A strangely respectable sort of honest. 

Loki drives up to a grand house. It’s like a fantasy or fairytale. A modern castle. You’ve never been anywhere so fancy. You gape up through the windshield as he rolls through the gates and along the stone drive. Wow. 

“The flies will get in,” he reproaches. 

You snap your mouth shut and sit back. You sniff and twiddle your fingers impatiently. He draws up next to another luxurious vehicle and you undo your belt. You’re out before him. He’s probably just as eager to part ways. 

“Come,” he beckons you as he gets out. 

You obediently follow him. He takes you up the front steps and you stop to admire the stone lion statue. He opens the door and tuts to get you to carry on. 

You enter and let out a ‘woah’ as you take in the spacious entryway. He is unaffected by it all. There’s hardly anything that does impact him deeply. 

“This way,” he utters. 

He takes you through a door and along a hallway. He points you through an open archway and you step inside. It’s a large kitchen that matches the sheer exuberance of the rest of the place. The basket of berries is on the counter as Queenie flutters through the pages of a book. 

“Uh, hi,” you step through as Loki lingers in the hall. “I’m here.” 

“Oh, hello,” she looks up with a smile, “I was just looking for a recipe—where are your berries?” 

You make a face. “You know, I forgot them.” 

She tilts her head in disappointment, “that’s okay. More than enough here.” 

“Sorry, I... rushed out. Must’ve left them right there in the fridge.” Your voice piques but she just goes back to turning pages. 

You near her and turn to face the counter. As you do, your eyes flick back to the door. Loki watches you through it, eyes narrowed, cheeks pinched with skepticism. He bows his chin. 

“I will let my brother know all is in order,” he turns on his heel and struts off. 

“What do you think?” Queenie asks, unbothered by the man’s departure, “tarts or trifle?” 

[solar4seekstron]

Transformers One x Reader: Awakening Chapter Six

Chapter Six: I Am Optimus Prime

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Optimus Prime Ending, Megatrons Ending, Elita Ones Ending, B-127 Ending, Bonus+ Deadlocks Ending

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

TW/Tags: Death, the besties are fighting, this divorce is rough man, great ending omg they nailed it, mostly fighting, angst, I think that’s all?

(Oh boy, last chapter here we go. Here the alternate endings won't be until after this chapter. So tomorrow after this chapter comes out will be Optimus primes, Megatron, Elita, and then B. This ending is for if the reader ends up with no one. The alternate endings I will do my very best to put in action and dialogue that the characters will do. Drift yes will get his own ending too because I love him. If you don't want to read his ending you don't have to. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy crying like I have. And having a good morning. Evening. Or night.)

Orion now falling into the planet. Elita reaching for Orion and B held her back from falling in. Y/Ns face was full of shock as their optics were wide.

Staring at D with disbelief. D stands straight and looks back at sentinel who still try’s his best to crawl away.

You could only watch sentinel as you stay stood there, sentinel even reaching towards you as he struggled more. Some of his gaurds appearing to protect him from D.

D would then yell and start running. His optics now bright red. While Orion keeps falling, the spirit of primus lights grabbing him and taking him to the other primes. D continues to fight until he finally has sentinel in his grasp. D would then pick up senteniel over his head and pulls him apart splitting him in two. Elita and B watched. Your cervo over your intake in order to not scream at the horror. Dropping sentinel and opening his chest. Revealing Megatronus cog.

D grabbed and pulled it out with a rawr. Orion now in the presence of th spirits of the 13 primes

“The age of Primes has ended! No more false Profits! Follow me! And you’ll never again be deceived! RISE UP!”

“Orion Pax. Your noble sacrifice for the greater good has proven you worthy in the eyes of primus. He intrusts in you the future of Cybertron and The Matrix of Leadership!”

“I will lead us all into the future.” D roared to the crowd.

D would then open his cog. Removing the current one as he replaces it with Megatronuses which alters his appearance causing him to grow to be as big as a prime. At the same time the same thing happens to Orion as his body is altered after the Matrix is put in his chest and soon his life is is restored

“I. Am. Megaton!!!!”

“Arise……Optimus Prime.”

As the crowd cheered, Y/N has started walking a bit more towards D. He would turn around and see them as he watches them get closer. Y/N struggled

”D you won! We can rebuild Iacon. O-Orions death not in vain as we- you create an army to fight the Quintessons to protect our people-” Y/N has finally gotten close. Their words weren’t a lie although they were wary around him. Megatron was a bit intrigued.

They struggled a bit when coming close. He took note they’re still wounded. Their cervo still over their wound.

Keeping their distance since seeing him drop Orion. D would then take a few steps to them putting his cervos on the side of their shoulders to help them stand straight a bit more. He would stare down at them with farrowed optics and a frown as they catch their breath.

”Not….before destroying….sentinels..empire…” Y/N looks up at him confused. “What?….”

”Stay Down Y/N” He’d then punch them down before turning around to the crowd as Y/N looks at him confused. This making their wound worse.

“Burn it down! All of it!”

Megatron would then start shooting at many towers as thee high guard soon joins him. Elita and B still down there

“All Hail Megatron!!!”

“He’s going to kill everyone!”

“We have to stop him! Come on!”

The two would make their way to Megatron and Elita is the first to grab his canon

“Stop! It’s over!”

“It’s over when every one last of his followers is dead!”

“D stop please!”

He would then grab Elita pinning her down until B stops him fighting with her to stop Megatron. Y/N tries to make their ways round starting up their blaster.

Struggling to stand once more. Wanting to shoot D at the leg to weakin him. But is scared to hurt him more and the others. The three will continue to fight Megatron showing no mercy to them.

As Orion, now Optimus makes his way to the surface. Megatron would then have B pinned down and about to punch him before a large explosion causing Megatron and the others to fall back. It being Megatron and Optimus on the tower as B and Elita land back at their stop below.

Y/N flown back along side Elita and B. B helping them get back up as Elita sees them putting her cervo on their chest and helping them stand you too.

”Y/N!” B said.

”I’m fine” The three look up at the two watching

“Impossible…”

Megatron was surprised then fully standing up.

“Primus gave you the Matrix?”

“We could’ve built the future together.”

“I’ll build it myself. After I tear down everyone in my way!”

The two would then fight. The fight causing them to go almost all over the tower. Elita and B along with the other guards watching and waiting for someone to win.

“We were given the power to change our world and you chose to destroy it. Just like sentinel. You have betrayed Cybertron and its citizens and you betrayed…Me.”

“Go. Take the High Guard and Leave. You are banished from Iacon.”

The lights in Megatrons eyes dim and fades a little. Until returning as more anger shows in his face.

“It didn’t have to be this way…”

“This isn’t over…Prime.”

The two stare at eachother until Optimus stands to the side letting Megatron walk past him. D would look at Elita and B still holding Y/N up. Y/N stared at him but then groan their head going down as energon leaves their wound. Elita giving him an angry expression and B looking at them worried.

D lets out a sort of growl before starting to run

“High Guard! Follow me!”

He would then transform the others following him as they make their way to the surface once more

“A line between friend and enemy is not as clear as I once believed. Once it's crossed there’s no going back because some transformations are permanent.”

*Flashback-

“Hey, Megatronus Prime nice!”

“Oh yeah well he’s my hero-“

“The greatest prime to ever live.”

“I’m D-16.”

“Orion Pax.”

“You ever mine energon before.”

“No, have you?”

“No, I hear it’s dangerous.”

“Well I tell you what. You watch my back. I promise to watch yours.”

“All right. Thanks…Pax.”

*End of Flashback

“A new beginning for Cybertron.”

“And a new leader.”

The three walk up next to him as they watch Megatron and the others leave. Y/N having their arms around the two still before taking their arm off B and putting their hand over their wound. Y/N looking at Optimus with a small smile

“Yes about that. I could use some help from a bot who is better than me in every way.”

“Who me? Oh no no. I have a pretty sweet gig working in waste management.”

“Well Captain I do owe you a promotion. How’s Major Elita sound?”

“How about Commander?”

“Even better. And I’m sorry B but I cannot let you go back to sub level 50. I may be a prime now but I'm going to need you by my side.”

“Are you serious! This is the greatest day of my life! I get to work for the government.”

“And Y/N….how since Airachnid is out of…commission” he looks at Elita who chuckles along with B and Y/N.

“Why dont you become my personal bodyguard? I believe with the four of us. We can win our greatest foe.”

”Yes…Optimus I’ll…” they chuckled “Fight!” They give a sure smile but Optimus smiles non the less nodding to them. Then his chest starts to glow

“Ok so that’s new.”

“I’m sorry, what is happening.”

As the Matrix glowed energon starts to pour behind and around the three and past teh citezins and Optimus rises the Matrix in the air. The energon making its way to the surface causing many of the deers to go to the energon. Then cogs appear from the energon. Going to their destined holder causing them to form to their full form.

Soon the Autobots are running on the surface with determination. Optimus forward and behind him Elita, Y/N and B stay behind but next to his side. All full of determination

“And now we stand here together as One. Proving we all have the power to transform. To become who we were destined to be. To write wrongs. To make our world better because here freedom and autonomy are the rights of all sentient beings. Here all are truly Autobots. This message is a warning to all Quintessons. If you dare to return to Cybertron. The Autobots will be waiting. I will be waiting.”

“I am Optimus Prime”

…….dont look at me I’m trying to not cry rn. 😭😭😭

I hope you all enjoyed sorry this one is shorter but I hope you guys liked it! Tomorrow will be Optimus Prime ending. Hope you guys enjoy it! Have a good rest of your day!

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

To my limited knowledge they can't legally do a lot of this without passing new laws which would require the whole system to vote, and I'd hope there are still enough Democrats (or even Republicans who dislike Trump, because a surprising number of them do) to prevent them from going through.

I've seen a lot of nihilists (myself included) assuming that the MAGAs will try to straight-up destroy the US government as we know it and turn the country into a fascist dictatorship, but I think they're all self-aware enough to know trying that that would cause an all-out civil war.

There will be a lot of legal battles in DC in the near future. That much is for sure. But I think there will be a LOT of resistance, and with any luck the term will be up before they can do any irreversible damage.

I hope I don't eat my words.

FINAL LAST POST I BELIEVE FUCK YOU IDIOTS WHO VOTED HIM FUCK THAT MAN FUCK HIS RIGHT SUPPORTER FUCK FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!

[itstheval]

Telling the Truth

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Why would I?"

"What? We're your-"

"Friends, yes, I know, but think about it. Think, with me. First thing I could tell you is 'We're guaranteed to win'. Cool! Blinding great. Except you'd know that winning was costing me my life. Something that seems to have upset you, even AFTER the fact!"

"Well, yes, that's because it's your LIFE! We didn't…we don't want you to die for us, Siffrin!"

"Even if it meant saving all of Vaugarde?"

"…"

"We did NOT save Vaugarde without that wish. I can tell you that with a straight face. In whatever magic realm of make believe where I don't wish, we're all standing still as statues right now. I knew that as SOON as I knew that I'd made a wish. You don't need that choice in your mind. Especially not when I'm the one who's dying…If I'm the one feeling it, it should be my choice, shouldn't it?"

"Siffrin…"

"You said first thing you could tell us. Implying there were more things." Odile's voice was stern. Cold. Steel. Good, she was the one person who could understand without her heart weeping. Maybe, just maybe, she could convince the others.

"Oh, there were plenty more things to tell you! Like how the end of the King wasn't the end of the loops? How we were trapped here, by whatever this was? Would you want to know that? That every time we won, it was just washed away like a kayak too far at sea?! Or how about everything I'd failed to do, would you want the list of that?"

"Yes."

The word cut through everything else. Her stare was impassive. Almost empty. Somehow, colder than before.

"Well, I didn't want to tell you about it. It was over a dozen loops before I found that out, and can you imagine having…having THIS conversation a dozen times? Two dozen? Watching your heart break every single time? Watching Mirabelle sob, watching Isabeau practically shut down? Just so I could have a scrap of comfort?! Any Siffrin that would do that to you is a Siffrin that wouldn't have wished at all. Any person who would destroy all of you, who would break all of your hearts, just to have two days of understanding, that person's on the path to being the next King."

"Siffrin. This was…" Odile, of all people, having to choose her words carefully. She was close to understanding. She was close to breaking. It was in her pose, her words, her face. "Not a matter of emotions, beyond a certain point. While I believe you, and your kind heart does you credit…You clearly, fundamentally, could only follow one path at a time. If you had shared your knowledge, you could have been done many loops before…We could have helped you."

"No. You couldn't."

"Oh?"

"The books that told the truth? The books that explained how bad I'd blinded myself? Written in a language only I could read! And that was AFTER I killed myself trying to speak it! The wish, to make the Head Housemaiden tell us what happened? None of you could've believed hard enough! Yeah, I could've asked you about staying together…If I'd had any reason, at all, to think that's why I was looping. NOTHING said that! That wasn't the wish I made, I wished to stay with Mirabelle. I could do that even if you all split up. It would've blinding HURT, but I could have! Nothing. Nothing at all you could have done would save me. Not until the end. Not until you DID."

"You have some proof of this?"

A thud. A book, borrowed from the House…stolen, truly, but no one there could read it, and what good was a book no one could read? A book, laying on the ground between them, the sound of it having shocked the other two from their emotional stupors.

"If you can read this…If you can tell me the title of this…I'll admit I was wrong."

Odile's hands were shaking. Odile's hands never shook. Not with the tremors of age, not with exhaustion, but now…With her fingers outstretched to the book, she was trembling. Cautious. Like it would bite her. She picked it up, turned it around, and stared at it.

Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. Flicking across the title. Opening the book, and her eyes darting back and forth. Looking for something, for anything, as even the steel in her soul bent under the weight. Her back hunched, her brow furrowed, and the signs of a headache were obvious.

A flip of the page.

Another.

Then, a scream of rage, as she tossed the book into the campfire, and fell to the ground, clutching her knees. She sobbed. The Madame, the great Odile, unflappable, steel-spined and sharp-eyed, sobbed like a lost child. It felt like the most damning victory imaginable.

"That's why I didn't tell you. How you're feeling right now. I'd do that to you, every time, for NOTHING." They had to understand, by now. Looking around, at the shattered wrecks of the three, hearing sobs and seeing blank-eyed stares, they did.

Now, only now, could the healing actually start. Now that they believed. Now that they knew. Now that they understood what hat happened, and what impossible choices there were to make. Now that it wasn't 'Silly Siffrin got mixed up in emotions, isn't it cute?', now that it wasn't 'We can talk about whatever happened, Feelings Buddy!', now that it wasn't 'Oh, your fee-fees, your ling-lings'.

Loop said to tell them the truth. They knew how much it would hurt when they said it.

Well, let's see how that works.

[noxlysium]

Why Jean is so important to me

Welcome to my insane ramblings, enjoy your stay (or don't). Most of this is also very self-indulgent, by the way. Warning: Mentions of abuse, alcoholism, mental illness, self-destructive thoughts I'd also like to remind you that this isn't me justifying Jean's behavior in any way, he's a fucking asshole and doesn't know how to handle Harry, or himself. They're both flawed individuals and that's okay. This is just me talking about my own experiences. Now that we got that out of the way, let's get to the actual thing.

I'm not even sure where to start. When I first found out Jean had clinical depression, I immediately felt a connection. It's relatable. Very relatable, in fact. I myself have been depressed for years. It all started at a young age, I was about 13, but due to trauma it could be very much earlier than that. I don't remember much from my childhood because most of it are bad memories. I'm 21 now and still going through a lot of shit, so it's been about 8 years. Jean strikes me as a guy who has been fucked over his entire life, no matter where he goes or what he does. It always comes back to him. After I have finished DE for the first time and looked more into the lore of Jean and Harry, I started to notice the similarities between the relationship with him and Harry, and the relationship with me and my own parents.

I know what alcohol does to people, I've seen it all. And it's not great for either parties. I'm stuck in a repetitive cycle of wanting to help someone to get better, only to realize that they don't want to get better and then I start building hope again. Rinse and repeat. I know I cannot change them. But I keep hoping for a change anyway, and get upset when it never comes. Of course it doesn't. No matter what I've tried. I have tried so many times. I'm a fucking hypocrite because I sometimes drink as well. I don't want to become like them. I drink for fun every once in a while and try to not over-do it, because every time I touch alcohol, something in the back of my mind tells me I'm becoming like my father. I thought about smoking a few times, but I don't want to destroy myself like my mother does. I'm really fucking scared of smoking and its consequences. Which is funny, because I should be as scared when it comes to alcohol, but I'm not. They both drink every day at 3 pm, after work. Every single day.

And it has been like this for years. Nothing has ever changed. A few months ago I had an actual discussion with my parents. We usually never have these sort of conversations (That's the issue, by the way. A very big lack of communication. Does that ring any bells?) and I was actually surprised when they told me they wanted to lay off the alcohol. I tried to approach the topic carefully and even offered them help (therapy etc.) but.. they also didn't want that. They straight up told me they don't need help. Which is really fucking frustrating because I want them to understand that they do, but they don't care.

I know change is really fucking hard and I've been there, but my parents had so many opportunities to change and never took them. Nothing has changed for so many years and I'm tired of it. I'm waiting for a change to happen but I know it's never coming anyway. I'm tired, mad, disappointed. That's how Jean feels about Harry, he just doesn't know how to help him and is an ass about it. And I'm just letting it happen, because there's nothing else I can do. I'm watching them destroy themselves every day and it fucking hurts. Something in me still feels a tiny flame of hope, when in reality that flame is already extinguished. I want people to understand, my father really fucking reminds me of Harry. The emotional abusive, the physical abuse, the alcoholism, the sexist remarks.. It just screams Harry. Especially given with how he had been around people Pre-Martinaise, which I have read in the game inside the damaged ledger. The fact that I love Harry to a certain degree says a lot of things.

The marriage between my parents is like if Dora never left Harry, and it's fucking awful.

-

That is mostly why I can relate to Jean so much. There's also some smaller things and I'll get to those now.

He fucking sucks at feelings. You can see it with the way he's trying to handle Harry, and it's not working.. Which, yeah. I suck at those too.

He likes to hide his sadness underneath a layer of cynicism and sarcasm as a coping method.. I do this all the fucking time.

Let's face it, this man is a fucking nervous wreck. He picks at his facial hair and displays a lot more habits like that, like him fixing his clothes (even though they look clean, according to one of the skills in the game), running his hand through his hair.. I do this without even realizing it.

He's depressed and fucking empty on the inside. He most likely hasn't felt real love from anyone or for himself in years. He needs therapy (lots of it), anti-depressants and a hug.. And I know what that feels like. I know it too well.

Lastly, he's a fucking mess. Like in every single way imaginable.. Again, very relatable.

Jean is such an amazing character for me to project on, to relate to and to find comfort in. I'm glad they made him fucked up, because that's what I love about him. He has so many flaws and I love every single one of them. He's in the game for like 15 minutes or less, but the impact he's had on me is insane. I've had a fair share of characters I would obsess over, but Jean hits different.

I'm so glad Jean-Heron Vicquemare exists, because I wouldn't know where I would be if I never met him. I want to thank my lovely friend (who is not on here, but I'm still saying it because I care about him a lot) for gifting me this amazing game.

And I want to thank you for reading this mess of a post.

If you have made it this far, I want to show you one last thing.

[beeseverywhen]

It infuriates me how cheap chickens are

Like eggs are so expensive. Chickens lay too many. If I had chickens I'd have TOO many eggs. Obviously you've got to feed the chickens but I mean. I could grow them food (you aren't allowed to give chickens food scraps here. I'm not sure why that is)

There is a cost to keeping chickens no matter how you do it but omg I don't think people realise how cheap they are.

I have nowhere to keep chickens. I'm not allowed. But you bet if I had a garden I'd want chickens in it.

[hisui555]

Ah ! THANK YOU !!

-someone who's not a guy, has no religion, is not straight (even if part of the community throws us in the same bag because they need someone to hate), has not a high income, is not fully able-bodied, is not neurotypical, is not from just one country.

Assholes will always be a majority in a group of [insert characteristic(s) here]. But if decent, kind, tolerant, comprehensive, open-minded people exist in the same group, then maybe it's not because of the characteristic(s), but because of behaving like assholes.

What makes an asshole ? Behaving like one. Often their main tool is hatred, and the secondary tools deriving from that are fear, violence, rejection, generalization and oppression to crush and isolate others.

If you use those tools, and moreover in that way, you're an asshole. Your [specific characteristic(s) here] doesn't exempt you from that nor makes you harmless, and same way in reverse : having a [specific characteristic(s) here] doesn't make people automatically harmful.

If you absolutely want to seek an enemy, seek a concept, seek an idea, seek moral values : xenophobia, genocide, sexism, racism, fanatism, segregation, bans on human rights...

Or else it's just about having someone to hate, and in that you won't be any different from those you hate.

I'm not saying you can't clap back : do fight back. But don't use the same tools, or at least not in the same way, and don't use them on the wrong people. Don't reject, don't generalize, don't oppress, don't isolate. Or else you're just gonna loose allies that want the world to be better, one step at a time, just like you, on the ground that "they're not like you."

Sounds familiar ?

Yeah. Let's not do that. And if we really do have to use those tools, let's not play their game.

-Sincerely, someone who lived through racism (on both sides of my two countries), abuse, bullying (to the point of some scars) partially for religious reasons, a bit of sexism, a bit of ableism, orientation-related phobia, someone who has hurt and as a result started to hurt people in turn, didn't aimed right, hurt the ones I didn't wanna hurt, and contributed to fucking things up further in that regard, only to turn back around and see that I had destroyed things with the exact same tools in the exact same way as those who are responsible of my pain in the first place : ergo, being an asshole.

Nobody's entitled to suffering. Take it from me.

But we can make goddamn sure it never happens the fuck again.

In these trying times it’s incredibly important to remember:

Men are not the enemy. Misogynists are.

Christians are not the enemy. Christian nationalism is.

Cishet people are not the enemy. Homophobes and transphobes are.

White people are not the enemy. Racist people are.

People who have a high income are not the enemy. Billionaires are.

We cannot let the right divide us. That has been one of their most damning tactics for decades. They want us to be divided. One of the most important things we can do right now is form communities, trust each other, and unite as one even though some of us may have differences.

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: Two panels from Dungeon Meshi. The first scows Senshi clutching his face as tears start to spill out of his eyes, saying, "I've always... always wanted to have this soup one more time." He's not wearing his helmet in this panel, so his face is unusually visible, detailed and vulnerable. The second panel shows himself as a youngster, surrounded by his old mining team, all smiling at each other, one of them rubbing Senshi's head. Modern-day Senshi continues, "Thank you. All of you. Thank you." End ID.]

Holy shit. I anticipated some tragic backstory from the "I must feed the young ones" panels, but what I'd guessed was that Senshi might have become so devoted to cooking and eating literally whatever because he'd previously survived a famine and had seen children starve to death. I did not expect him to have been the child who was the sole survivor of a doomed travel party, one of whom was determined to feed Senshi first because he was the youngest, and that Senshi has lived with the fear of having inadvertently committed cannibalism by eating stew that he'd never quite known the contents of. I'm happy for him that Laios deduced and confirmed for him that it was griffin meat, that he was able to taste the meal that saved his life once more and remember the friends he lost. Seriously, I'm crying, and also earnestly relieved that while his backstory is pretty dark, it's not the type of fucked up I'd been preparing myself mentally for.

[princesstarfire1234]

God reminded of the fact that Earthspark season 2 is kind of mid compared to one, especially in the themes department :((

Elaboration in pic since this person explained it better than I could:

But then brain was like... man, yknow what could've possibly helped solved both of these problems? Scavengers...

I AM insane yes but ALSO CONSIDER ONCE MORE TF FANDOM:

Earthspark Scavengers being well-meaning Decepticons that AREN'T actively trying to kill literal children and INSTEAD find/create a Chaos Terran by accident, grow very attached to them, and end up taking care of them... (affectionately dubbed Connie maybe, idk, could be any kid but I do like Connie, she's silly)

(PS: read tags idk i think I rambled too much in there and now I'm too lazy to move all of it up on the actual text post)

[vexwerewolf]

Okay, /dev/random and /dev/urandom are special files in Linux that act as a pseudorandom number generators. Linux usually uses them for generating cryptographically secure random numbers. It does this by cultivating an "entropy pool" using inputs from stuff like electrical noise on your computer's device drivers, which is sufficiently random and impossible to monitor unless you already have access to the parts of the machine that would render cryptographic security moot in any case. The entropy pool is finite and can be exhausted if a lot of random numbers are requested very quickly.

/dev/urandom is distinct from /dev/random in that /dev/random is "blocked" - that is, if the entropy pool is empty, it will stop generating random numbers until the entropy pool fills up again. /dev/urandom is "unblocked" - begin generating numbers by either reusing existing bits of entropy or via algorithmic means. This is less cryptographically secure in theory, but there's no practical way to exploit it. For our purposes, /dev/urandom is important because there is no reason it will stop producing random numbers. It will not ever return End Of File, because it can always create new ones.

cat is a standard POSIX terminal command that reads a file and then writes its contents to somewhere - if no destination is specified, it writes it straight into the terminal. For example, cat readme will display the entire contents of the readme file. This is useful, for example, when you have a reasonably small file that you don't want to open a separate text editor to check.

The important thing about cat is that it reads an entire file, and won't stop until it reaches the end of a file. Keep that in mind.

/dev/null is a device file on Linux and other POSIX systems that will immediately destroy any data written to it, then report that the write operation was successful. Attempting to cat /dev/null will immediately read End Of File because it contains (and can contain) no data. There are all sorts of useful reasons why it exists but I won't get into them here.

When you cat /dev/urandom > dev/null, something very funny happens: cat attempts to read the entirety of /dev/urandom. But /dev/urandom, because it's unblocked, doesn't have an "entirety" - it can just make new numbers to satisfy demand, and the demand is "all of them!" There will never be an End Of File to tell cat to stop reading. Now, in any other circumstances, this would eventually terminate due to storage limitations - it would either fill up the computer's memory and run out, or if it's writing straight to a file, run out of hard drive space.

... but we're writing all the data we read to /dev/null, which immediately destroys it. The data isn't being stored. It's just being fed directly into the digital equivalent of an industrial shredder. This means that the limitations of our machine's memory and hard drive no longer matter.

The process that /dev/urandom uses to convert its entropy pool into random numbers requires CPU cycles to execute, as does the process of cat reading numbers from it and feeding them into /dev/null. Both of these processes are not in equilibrium - cat will ask for more numbers to read, and /dev/urandom will have to generate them. Eventually, they'll occupy 100% of the CPU's resources, which will put it under full load and generate a lot of heat, causing the BIOS to spin up the cooling fans. Unless some sort of safeguard has been implemented, this process will not terminate on its own - outside action from the user (or, say, a power cut) will be necessary.

You are now consuming electricity to dump the raw electromagnetic chaos of the universe straight into a black hole, and as a side product of the various mechanical inefficiencies inherent in computing equipment, generating a whole lot of waste heat.

You could, of course, just get a space heater. But that's not very HORUS, is it?

HORUS nerds be heating their house with cat /dev/urandom > /dev/null

[sasukeless]

for a side that says to be so pro sasuke its hilarous when they start fuming when you mention canon stuff about his characterization

[a-gay-bloodmage]

One of my favorite hobbies to engage in is ignoring the canon course of video game romances

[bigothteddies]

oh my god re: your recent post... the 'girl dinner' shit. omfg. idc if it's 'not that deep' you're still reinforcing terrible shit!!! and also the like 'boys when they see a stick/cool rock' and 'girls when they time travel vs boys when they time travel' wojaks. the gender-fication of barbie vs. oppenheimer. why the fuck is the recent internet zeitgeist hyper stereotypical cisnormativity. like. i thought we had collectively outgrown this.

exactly. And that’s all just some parts of it too. People pretend they’re so on top of things but it’s just because they don’t want to seem out of touch and offensive. It’s wild watching people barf out gender binaries with new terms and new ways to categorize trans people as not their gender and new ways to reinforce the same gender roles on ourselves but in “good” ways now. It’s just….really frustrating and pretty terrifying at the same time