#but i think this fear of disappointing people

[multifandumbmeg]

Reblogging this again because I have so much to say. Firstly, Hwan in this fucking scene? Oml. A teenage boy who has never been shown genuine love or affection by his father either, but he's looking at this actual child, literal kid who has been given absolutely none and is standing both literally and metaphorically on the ledge. A kid without a father at all being abused and wholesale dismissed to the point that he will do literally anything to get any scrap of validation and he realizes that if he doesn't step up and show this kid that real love is unconditional, that it persists even in anger and disappointment, that he is in fact worthy, this child is going to die. Whether it's right now or next week or next year, it needs to be done now. So fucking kudos to Hwan for being so kind and wise as to see that when it should never have been his plight.

Also I just don't think we talk enough about how Jeha's entire character is underpinned by his primary weakness, which is his belief that love is entirely conditional and he will never be enough to earn it. Everything about him and his behavior, his anxiety, his running from expectations, even his attachment to the most seemingly detached member of the group, can be boiled down to that. It's either, "why try when I know I'll fail anyway?" or "I have something, even just for this moment, so I have to cling on so hard to make sure I earn my keep and don't lose it that I actually freak people out and get sent away." Still, because Hwan offered his hand and then his arms that night, Jeha was able to live longer and less miserably with his friends. Even if it gave him more to fear and more to lose, he felt love and stabilized for the first time in his life.

-Did you do it? Hey, Jeon Jeha!-Anyway, our dad has a lot of money. My mom remarried him for that too.-That's not the issue right now!-That is the issue. My dad doesn't like me, no matter what I do. BEGINS ≠ YOUTH | Episode 3

[jamethinks]

Here's the thing about Anya.

Her primary goal is to achieve world peace, a concept she has no understanding of but she is fervently dedicated. Some part it is due to her childish attitude and obsession with spies but there is another part.

Anya does not understand her own self-worth and self-identity outside of her role as a tool in achieving "world peace".

When Anya grew up her main purpose was always "for the sake of world peace". Everything she did was for that sake. It was almost as if her entire reason for existing was for world peace. But it also wasn't, because she was made by accident. This adds an extra dimension where she was seen as optional. This would obviously damage herself esteem and really force her to want to please the people around her because in their minds she was more of a hassle.

When Anya was finally adopted by Twilight she found out he had the same goal as the scientists that held her before. Also, more directly he is willing to discard of her if she is not up to the task. In a way, Twilight is no different than the scientists that had her before. Of course over time he eventually empathize with her and focus more on her comfort than functionality. He does not directly scold Anya to force her fulfill this role but her telepathy gives her that knowledge.

But you clearly see the impact of the scientist on Anya's sense of self and how Twilight does not do much to help (although to some extent it is not his fault).

Anya remains fairly optimistic about the whole thing and continues to aim to achieve her goal. But we also see where these ideas negatively effect her. It makes her clingy, desperate, it keeps her in a constant fear of rejection. even the most minor forms of rejection can completely shatter her because she for her any failure puts her one step closer back into the street.

This is one of the traits she actually shares with both Damian and Becky. I will focus on Damian to keep it short though. Damian is very preoccupied with being the best. He lives a very isolated life and has no relationship with his own family. For what ever reason, he accredits this to his father. Damian believes that the only to get his father's approval and therefore his (and the rest of his families') love is if he succeeds. There is also this additional pressure put on him because of his father's status which externalizes this pressure. The reason he likes Anya so much is because she does not apply that pressure. She does not expect to be great, she just wants to be his friend for her mission. There is also that transparency which makes him feel less tricked and hence safe.

The Prince kid also mirrors that same dilemma. He has a responsibility as the Prince to maintain a certain standard and reputation. His family needs him to be strong and noble but in the end he is just a kid. When he is confront by the Freddy he is scared out of his mind, worried that if he loses he will disappoint his family.

The problem with this however, is that it further surrounds Anya with people that think the same way she does. This only encourages this kind of thinking. Anya is constantly surrounded by people that echo the same negative sentiments she has about herself and self worth. For Damian (and Becky) it works because it gives her ground to relate to them and her seemingly carefree nature allows her to motivate them to let go of this attitude.

But who is encouraging Anya to relax? Who is encouraging Anya to let go of these insecurities?

Anya's identity and motivation is still defined through her father and to a less extent the scientist. she is still motivated by the idea of world peace. However, Anya herself does not know what that means or why she should be aiming for it. It is more of a concept to her than a tangible goal. Her only true goal is to not be returned. For that reason she will never push back against Loid, she will follow his guidance and never develop a personal goal.

Now here is where i think Freddy or some delinquent of some sort will come in use.

For Anya to gain a sense of identity, she needs to push back against her father. She needs to start doing things that prioritizes her own happiness over her father's aim for world peace. She needs someone that will push into her more natural self. Anya is naturally a girl of chaos and mischief. She is not like the others who well behaved and properly trained, nor is she personally interested in being that girl. The only reason Anya is interested in achieving this is for the sake of father. She does not understand the purpose of a lot of these things she is just afraid of being sent back to the orphanage.

I feel like Anya having someone who can encourage her to lean more into the rebel side and allow to actually challenge the things she has been told. Children are curious by nature and one aspect of that is the question of "why?". Constantly provoking the people around them to explain and justify the things they tell them. Anya should also be able to decide what she agrees with and what she disagrees with. She also suffer from natural consequences of her actions. And you will never have that if never challenge your parents or teachers.

Anya is surrounded by goodie two shoes. Although she is still in touch with that curious and defiant side but if there is no one else around to encourage it she will continue to conform and eventually that curious side of her will disappear. If she never gets someone who can remind her to be young and curious she will lose that part of herself. She needs Freddy. Fuck you.

[one-green-frog]

Hi hi!! I saw your requests were open, this might be long I'm so sorry TvT

I was wondering if you could do a platonic male reader x batfam based on the song Bloody! bloody! By Junie & TheHutFriends ?? Like, were the reader has these bone deep compulsions to kill and eat people. (If you know about it then something like the hunt from tma) And after disappearing for a while and the batfam hearing about the "man in red" they find out it's the reader?? So they take him home????

If that makes sense??? I'm sorry it's so long 😞

The Man In Red

I really tried my best, but i realized that i don't do well with song fics 😫 i hope you still like it and thank you for requesting.

The first sighting was in Gotham’s East End. A man, drenched in crimson, standing over a body. Then another. And another. The news called him a serial killer, but whispers among the underworld painted a different picture. The victims weren’t innocent—they were monsters in their own right. Rapists, traffickers, killers. People the Bats had marked but never managed to remove. Someone else was doing the dirty work now, and they were doing it brutally.

You had always known something was wrong with you. The hunger had been there for as long as you could remember—an insatiable need clawing at your ribs, whispering in the back of your mind. It was torture for you, knowing that there was something ill, something sick inside of you, yet you had no way of escaping it's grasp. It wasn’t just the desire to kill, it was the need to consume, to tear flesh from bone and feel the warmth of the bloody flesh. You tried to burry the hunger, tried to hide it, doing everything to not let it escape, bur thoughts about the disappointed looks of your family plagued your mind. What would they think when they found about about these urges you had. They may be family but who could ever accept this monster?

And so you left.

It hadn’t been dramatic. There had been no grand argument, no moment of revelation. One day, you were there. The next, you were gone.

Gotham had a way of swallowing people whole, and your family had long since learned that not everyone could be saved. But they didn't stop looking, they never will. They hoped that some day you might appear in front of the manor, they would welcome you with open arms, and if you didn't want to talk about what happened, then so be it. At least they're family would be whole again. They dreamed about that day.

But you simply didn't want to be found.

The hunger was easier to manage alone. Without the constant judgment, without the fear of disappointing them. You tried to direct it, to channel it toward those who deserved it. The city was full of filth, full of sinners and you became the natural predator.

The first time had been messy. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself, hadn’t been able to hold back. You grabbed ahold of their neck, squeezing with all your might as you watched them helplessly squirm around. The way their pulse had quickened under your grip, the way their last breath had shuddered past their lips, it was all so intoxicating.

And the taste…

It was never about the flavor really, the act itself, the raw, primal satisfaction of claiming something so completely. You were the wolf among sheep, the thing lurking in the dark that even criminals feared. They whispered about you in hushed voices.

The Man in Red.

You lost yourself in it for a while. Days blurred together, marked only by the gnawing hunger and the momentary satisfaction of sating it. But the Batfamily had always been good at uncovering Gotham’s mysteries. It was only a matter of time before they found you.

It started with Jason. He knew the language of violence better than anyone, could read the pattern in your work. The others followed—Tim, always analyzing; Damian, already preparing for confrontation; Dick, trying to convince himself this was a misunderstanding. Bruce, silent, waiting.

Then, they found you.

You had been mid-hunt, the scent of fear thick in the air, muscles coiled to strike. But then they were there—shadows against the neon glow of Gotham’s skyline, familiar in ways that made something deep inside you recoil.

They saw the blood.

They saw what you had become.

And yet, they didn’t fight. They didn't look at you with hatred or fear, like so many others had.

Jason was the first to move, stepping forward with a slow, measured gait. His voice, rough and quiet, reached you through the haze. "Come home."

You should have run. Should have fought. But something inside you cracked. The hunger had ruled you for so long, guiding your every move, but for the first time in months, it was quiet.

Then Dick was there, his hand on your shoulder, gripping tightly as if you might disappear again, desperately clinging on. Tim and Damian flanked you, not as enemies, but as something else. As family.

Bruce said nothing, but his gaze was steady. Unshaken. Not afraid.

And so, you went home.

It wasn’t easy.

The hunger didn’t fade just because they took you in. It clawed at you, restless and impatient, curling around your ribs like a living thing. It wanted to escape, to roam the streets again and claim victims. You really tried your hardest to keep it locked up, now that your back with your family, you didn't want to disappoint them and disappear again.

Jason understood best. The way blood called to him, the way anger sat just beneath the surface, waiting to be set free. He didn’t judge when your hands shook, when your breathing turned shallow with restraint. He sat with you in silence, grounding you in the weight of his presence.

Tim found ways to help. Chemical suppressants, neurological blockers—nothing perfect, but enough to give you moments of peace. He worked tirelessly, sifting through research, determined to find an answer, always working to find a way to help you.

Dick didn’t flinch. He smiled, he talked, he touched—a hand on your back, a ruffle of your hair, small reminders that you weren’t something to be feared. That you were still you. Still his brother, part of the family and someone he held deeply in his heart.

Damian trained with you. Pushed you to exhaustion, forced you to focus, to control. There was no pity in his eyes, only expectation. "You will master this", he said, "because you are my brother."

Duke stayed close. Light in the dark. A reminder that there was still something human in you, still something worth saving. He alway spoke words of encouragement.

Bruce watched. Always watching. But not with fear. Not with disappointment.

With patience.

With understanding.

He grounded you like no other, a calming presence, always ready to catch you if you should fall.

They built safeguards. Created plans. And when the hunger grew stronger and you felt like you would break, they were there, ready to put you back together.

That was all you could ever ask for.

Everything you needed.

Your family

[itsaintmebabe]

pure as snow

summary: in the quiet safety of jackson, joel miller fights his fear of hope and love as his growing feelings for y/n threaten the walls he’s built around his heart.

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

notes: trying to write more fluff cause i feel like i’m always writing angst

The first snow of the season dusted Jackson like a quiet promise, soft and fragile, covering the rough edges of a world that had seen too much. The sound of boots crunching against it was the only thing breaking the hush as Joel made his way through the streets.

He saw her before she saw him.

Y/N stood by the paddock, arms wrapped around herself against the cold. The wind tugged at her hair, and the early morning light cast her in shades of pale gold and soft blue. She looked untouchable, a thing of quiet beauty in a world that had no business being gentle.

But Joel knew better. She wasn’t untouchable.

“Y/N.” His voice came rough, scraping against the cold air.

She turned, and the fragile stillness cracked. Her eyes landed on him, guarded and cautious, and Joel felt that familiar ache settle deeper into his chest. It had been there since the day they arrived in Jackson, since the day she smiled at him like he was worth something and made him remember things he thought he’d buried long ago.

It had started slowly. Joel and Ellie arriving in Jackson, trying to adjust to a life that felt almost too good to be true. Y/N had been there from the start, patient and kind, but never pushy. She helped Ellie settle in first, showing her around, introducing her to the kids, and making Jackson feel like a home. And maybe that’s why Ellie had taken to her so fast.

She was there when Ellie had nightmares, calm and steady when Joel didn’t know what to say. She taught Ellie how to ride better, helped her learn to shoot straighter, and sometimes just sat with her when the weight of the world got too heavy. Joel watched it happen, watched his girl find a kind of peace he didn’t think was possible anymore and it was because of Y/N.

“She likes you, you know,” Joel had said one night after patrol, the two of them tending to the horses in the stable.

Y/N had smiled, brushing a hand over the mare’s flank. “She’s easy to like.”

“Not always.”

That made her laugh, really laugh, and Joel remembered thinking how good it sounded, how rare it felt.

“Guess I just know how to handle stubborn people.” She’d shot him a look then, teasing and warm.

“Think you’re funny, huh?”

“A little.”

Ellie had noticed too. It didn’t take long.

“You like her,” Ellie teased one afternoon, flopping onto the couch with a smirk. “You get all weird when she’s around.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Drop it, Ellie.”

But she hadn’t. Not really. And maybe the kid was right, maybe Joel did get a little weird around Y/N. Because she made him feel things he hadn’t let himself feel in years, warmth, safety, hope. And that scared the hell out of him.

“Morning,” she said softly.

He nodded, coming to stand next to her at the fence. “Cold one.”

“Yeah.”

The silence stretched out, thick with words neither of them knew how to say. Joel wanted to reach out, to touch her hand, her cheek, but he kept his fingers curled into his gloves.

“You gonna be on patrol today?” he asked after a while.

She shook her head. “Tommy gave me a break.”

He felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. “Good. You… you should rest.”

Y/N’s lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You always say that.”

“Because you never listen.”

That earned him a quiet laugh, but it faded too quickly. The wind shifted, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and frost, and Joel found himself watching her from the corner of his eye.

“You don’t have to keep looking out for me, Joel.”

The words were soft, but they hit hard.

“Somebody’s gotta,” he said quietly.

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know.”

She turned to face him fully then, eyes searching his face. “Then why do you always act like you’re waiting for me to break?”

He didn’t have an answer for that or maybe he had too many. Because the world broke things. It broke people. And the more you cared about something, the more it hurt when it got taken away.

“I just…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t want anything happenin’ to you.”

The air between them felt heavier, filled with the weight of things unsaid. And then Y/N reached out, her gloved fingers brushing against his arm.

“I’m right here, Joel.” Her voice was soft. Steady. “You don’t have to keep waiting for the worst.”

But he did. He always did.

Before he could stop himself, his hand covered hers. The warmth of her touch bled through the cold, and Joel let himself hold on, just for a moment.

“You’re too good for this world,” he murmured.

“I’m not,” she whispered back. “I’ve just… managed to keep some pieces of myself together.”

He wanted to tell her she was wrong, that she was the purest thing he’d found in a world gone bitter and dark. But Joel had never been good with words, and he was even worse when it came to hope.

So he held her hand a little tighter, and when she didn’t pull away, it felt like the first real warmth he’d known in years.

[delulustateofmind]

how would yan!jjk react if readers anger never goes away🤔? since it seems that reader is sorta "used" to it

I think this applies to any Yandere situation - there’s only so much punishment a person can endure before that initial anger starts to simmer down.

TW: Yandere behaviors, cruel and unjust punishments.

At some point, it’s less about staying angry and more about survival. No matter how much rage someone has, if they’re constantly subjected to brutal punishments, that fire starts to dim. It’s not necessarily acceptance, but more like a learned response - resisting only brings more suffering, and the body/mind can only take so much before breaking.

Like, I don’t know about you, but if someone ripped my nail off or broke one of my bones? My temper wouldn’t just fade - it’d be replaced with something worse. Fear. Numbness. A deep, exhausted kind of defeat. And that’s exactly what some Yanderes want - not just submission but the complete erasure of any fight left in their darling.

Of course, some yanderes might actually miss that anger once it’s gone. If they thrived off your fire, if they loved having a reason to punish you, then seeing you go quiet might unsettle them. Maybe they start being “gentler,” coaxing reactions out of you again. Or maybe they take it as a victory, fully believing they’ve “fixed” you. Either way, once the anger is gone, there’s no going back - it changes everything.

How I think the various JJK members would react:

Gojo: At first, he’d find your anger adorable, a little firecracker constantly snapping at him. Though, deep down, this man just wants to be loved. The longer your rage lingers, the more desperate he becomes. If he can’t make you love him naturally, then he’ll just have to create the illusion of love. Keeping you drugged and happy is a small price to pay. At least when you’re loopy, when your body relaxes and you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, he can pretend. Pretend that you actually want to be there. Pretend that it’s real.

Sukuna: I rarely write him, but I feel like he’d thrive off a darling who never stops being angry. Your snarling, your spitting curses, the way you glare daggers at him- it excites him. He doesn’t want a docile little pet; he wants you feral, clawing at him like a wild animal. Don’t mistake his amusement for mercy. He owns you, and if he ever feels like your anger is stepping out of line, he’ll remind you who’s in charge. He’ll break every bone in your body, heal you, and do it again. He might even take your eyes - after all, you can’t glare at him if you can’t see. If you don’t watch your tongue? You might lose that too.

Geto: A very patient man, but patience has its limits. If you can endure his punishments, timeouts, drugs, forcing you to break your own bones, then he’ll just escalate. He’ll shift the pain elsewhere. First, your loved ones. Then, maybe innocent people - just to make sure you truly understand the stakes. He’ll take his time, making sure you watch, making sure you hear every scream. And right before he brands them with the cult’s insignia, he’ll glance over at you, mock disappointment in his eyes.

"You’re really making me do this, love."

A bad man through and through. Isn’t it easier to just give in?

Nanami: I’ve touched on this before, but Nanami is the type to treat you like a stray dog until you break. He doesn’t need to hurt you, not in the conventional sense; he has better methods. Starvation. Sleep deprivation. Isolation. He’ll strip away your comforts one by one until you’re soft like putty in his arms. If that doesn’t work? Then, like Gojo, he’ll simply keep you drugged. There’s no reason to make this harder than it needs to be. You’ll learn eventually.

[youdontknowhowtodiequietly]

@aurisartblog (it won't let me tag you??? for some reason???) i saw you asking for elaboration in the comments but idk how long my response would be and i despise typing under comments (it's just so squished - don't ask) so here ya go!

TW! Spoilers for TGR (I will only be talking about things I picked up in this book because I did not annotate TSC), mentions of SA, because, of course there is, it's these two.

To start off with: Jean is so aggressively loyal.

BUT

His aggression and violence is controlled. Idk if you saw the post someone made about Andrew never being out of control, even when others think he is, and I 100% stand by that and it's the same thing with Jean. We all saw how controlled he has been with everything - the game, practices, when ppl piss him off in general - but when it comes time where that aggression is needed to protect his people, it comes out in a measured dose that doesn't intend to seriously harm, but to get someone to back down. Like how a dog will give you a nip, or a cat will swat at you, to get you to back off? Yeah, like that.

Which leads me onto the dog thing.

Now, we're all aware of how Andrew is referred to as Kevin's guard dog, or something of the likes, with the leash and other metaphors. Well, Jean's is not so outwardly named, but he does display dog-like behaviours - especially an obedient one, even if that obedience has been abused into him.

For example, on page 13/14 (Kindle): "As usual, Jean finished first and went to wait on the bench near Jeremy’s locker." Tell me that is not a dog waiting obediently for its "owner" (not saying at all that Jeremy owns him, he does not, but Kevin did not own Andrew, so...) And going back to the whole control thing? If Jeremy said "bite", Jean would. It is Jeremy (and Rhemann, and his contract, but mainly Jeremy and Jean's fear of disappointing him) that keeps Jean at bay (most of the time - technically with Bryson Jeremy didn't say "go" but he also didn't put up much of a protest. I'm sure if Jeremy had been more confident and less afraid of his brother, he could have stopped Jean. But also, sometimes a guard dog will bite even if it isn't told to if it's owner(s) are in danger, and Jeremy and Laila were).

Another quote, which kind of made me really think "hmm, this guy is kind of a parallel to Andrew!" is one quote on page 335: "It makes you more interesting" after Jeremy insults the Bobcats. And quote on page 226 "Stop looking at me like that." (though I didn't realise how Andrew-like it was until I started writing this) are both almost exact copies of what Andrew has said - I think Andrew says "Interesting" to Neil once in the first trilogy? But I haven't read the books in yonks.

Also, just, the poker faces (though Jean's is less "I'm bored" and more, "I could not care less about anything going on"), how they're both so accepting yet filled with rage at what has happened to them (e.g., page 350 "I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. Then why did he want to scream until his throat bled?").

The fact that they are both victims of rape, yet believe that they would never get a true prosecution for their abusers (I'm sure that's why Andrew never spoke out, not just because he was trying to move on, but he knows how low the rates are of rapists getting prosecuted for women, and he no doubt made the connection that it would be even less between two men, even if it was CSA), and Jean doesn't really express this but I'm sure it's a thought.

And I don't doubt Andrew struggled to come to terms with his sexuality after everything that happened to him, and though it isn't the same as what happened to Jean, his struggle with his own attraction is similar.

If we were to get a POV of Andrew, and I were to read TSC again, I would probably be able to make more comparisons.

I hope you enjoyed anyways, and feel free to add to this if you wanna (anyone, btw, not just the person I tagged and am replying to) and sorry if it's a little incoherent, most of my posts usually are lmao.

everyone talks about the parallels between jean and neil, the misplaced forever partners, but no one talks about the parallels between jean and andrew

[andorerso]

rant/self-pity

I know that comparing yourself to others is never a good idea but I feel like all the stuff I've written lately kinda flopped and I thought okay, maybe the fandom just got smaller, that's expected, but no, I see other stories consistently get twice and thrice as many comments on every chapter so maybe the problem is just me, and then I think well you still get comments so don't be ungrateful, it's not that bad, and logically I know, but it's kinda hard not to compare yourself to others in this case

[k2ulhu]

hulu was doing live coverage of the election until 2:00am, at which point my power randomly went out and when I reopened the hulu app on my tv the election coverage was replaced with

[lulu2992]

Happy 10th Anniversary, Far Cry 4 (2/3)

One day, I wondered how many ways to finish Far Cry 4 there were depending on who you choose to follow and how you deal with the antagonists.

I did the math and found that the answer was… 1,729! Don’t take my word for it because I don’t even remember my calculations now, but I made diagrams to illustrate all the paths.

What did your adventure(s) look like? :)

If you’re curious, I included my three playthroughs (and the reasoning behind my choices) under the cut:

First playthrough:

I chose Amita the first time because there was no one else to retrieve the intel she wanted while Sabal already had a group of fighters defending the camp. When I came back, I didn’t like his reaction and thought it was unfair to blame Ajay.

I did take his side in the next two missions, though, because I wanted to get rid of the drugs.

At the end, I still chose Amita because Sabal just kept getting more and more obnoxious, I didn’t want Bhadra to be forced to become Tarun Matara (and potentially marry him) and, since I had burned the fields and destroyed the factory, I thought nobody would be able to grow or sell opium anymore. Amita would melt the artifacts, sell the gold, and that’s how she would make money.

I was very happy with my choice until I read there was a post-credits scene involving the new leader of the Golden Path and went to Tirtha to watch it. Seeing what Amita had become really hurt, and it looked like me destroying everything opium-related didn’t matter after all, which was very disappointing...

As much as I hate Sabal’s behavior, in my opinion, he’s a better-written character compared to her because you can see him become more and more despotic as the story progresses, and it happens in a believable way, but while she’s a flawed person as well, it really feels like Amita just turns evil after the credits.

Honestly, I felt betrayed.

Second “playthrough”:

I just wanted to see the secret ending. I believe I waited a little over 13 minutes for Pagan to come back.

Third playthrough:

Basically, I sided with Amita when I had previously followed Sabal, and vice versa, so I could play all the missions. I also decided to kill Noore this time because shooting her in the back without telling her anything seemed like a less painful way for her to die since she doesn’t survive anyway... However, I let everyone else live because, when given the option, I always choose not to kill.

[valewritessss]

The amount of criticism and hate the wottg book is getting makes me scared to like it bc it feels like if I do then I’m doing something wrong😅

[thatscarletflycatcher]

The advisor is reading N&S. Everybody stay calm.

[dragonofpandora]

come on guys we cannot STILL be having inaccurate Na'vi translations on official Avatar media. we've got dictionaries right there.

[casketears]

sorry for having the best ideas in the entire world but i'm still a little disappointed by the route taken re: sadness infiltrating hq in inside out 2. like yes i know the movie was going in a different direction and too much emphasis on sadness would have likely risked recycling material from the first one, but the visual of her having more screen time with anxiety... potentially even being convinced into a collaboration, rather than just being shoved into a bucket and ignored...

like. i'm just thinking about how anxiety already approaches sadness in canon– with this (semi condescending but shh) understanding, clambering next to her and acknowledging that 'i know riley sneaking around feels wrong' before gently extracting ennui's tablet from her grasp– and now i'm just envisioning an anxiety who stays a little truer to this faux 'understanding' technique, who keeps a little closer to her manipulative roots (which we already know she has, thanks to her whole apology scene with val). who maybe notes the fraught relationship between joy and sadness, and what does sadness mean how does she know that? when anxiety said she was such a big fan of joy sadness didn't think she only meant joy, right? no, anxiety has been watching them all for a while now. and joy– yes, okay, joy had to go. joy is outdated, joy is working on an obsolete blueprint for riley's success. but sadness? anxiety always thought she had more... long-term potential. what potential? well, can't sadness tell? by seeing the worst of the world, all the things riley has to be upset about, riley can also be inspired to rise above it, and work even harder so it doesn't happen to her! and sadness also provides catharsis breaks, moments where riley can reflect on where she can do and be better than before. with anxiety and envy's help sadness can finally have a true seat at the console. doesn't she want that? and joy– sure, the two of them might be doing better lately. but she still only indulges sadness, she still sent her on this scapegoated mission in the first place. she's still only approaching sadness either when she has to or when she can get something out of her, isn't she? well, it wouldn't be like that, with anxiety. or with any of them! embarrassment already likes her, see? he's already sticking up for her, and he barely even knows her. they could all be that, for sadness. she could finally belong.

i'm just envisioning a sadness who doesn't get the tablet taken away from her, but rather ends up slowly handing it over. after all, negative emotions have to stick together, right?

[tea-and-secrets]

Johnanon here, asking that all further asks from me be tagged with "#🛻"

It'd make for easier tracking on my behalf down the line is all. Thank you. I'll put reminders to tag before my asks.

- ASPDanon/Johnanon/🛻

hi! I know i've done this for a few people in the past, but I can't guarantee I can ID-tag asks like this! (the reason being that I would have to keep track of special tags, which gets complicated as more and more people give me ID tagging requests)

I will tag the next ask you submit, ASPDanon, but none after that, regardless of who is sending them! thank you for understanding :]

[waspgrave]

Nothing quite cements the ‘oh this hurts but I’m glad I did it’ moment than when someone mass reblogs a ‘how you can fall for antisemitic lies’ post after you tell them that being a Zionist is awful actually and you can’t be their friend any longer. Like yeah no, I think and have ALWAYS thought genocide is bad and it’s frankly super insulting to have a friend sit there like you’re secretly a super villain if you have sympathy and anger for people who are going through it.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Something real to me immediately post-Voyager is that both Tuvok and Janeway are looking around at their crew like “God...these poor folks are not dealing with this transition well...” in an earnest but also slightly condescending way (as they are prone towards thinking of themselves as examples to be followed and somewhat superior to others, even if that isn’t the language they’d use/how they’d understand themselves) but in reality they are also dealing with it extremely and visibly poorly and are thus unable to help literally anyone and everyone who sees them is like “You guys don’t seem to be doing well” but this flies over their heads or they think to themselves, shaking their heads sadly, ‘this poor bastard...trying to say that I need help when they’re obviously the ones suffering...thank God I don’t have any problems.’