#but idk I feel like we can do better

[teaboot]

I’m sending this anonymously but this is NOT anon hate

You are such a good person, i think. Your latest post(as of 4:10pm Arizona, US time) spoke to me really hard. My father is a cop, in the united states, arizona, duh. And he used to be such a good person, he was a security guard and a damn good one too, and later in he became a prison guard because it paid better, and then he joined the police force.

I’d like to think that hes one of the good ones, and for the most part he is. A lot of my delinquent friends over the years who’ve had run-ins with him say that he gets them breaks, he takes care of them, hes a good cop. I’ve even seen body camera footage of him in the field and i’m proud to say that hes my dad. He calls out bad actors where he sees them, and he gets punished for it. He doesnt see the system or how his punishments are by design. And he continues turning in his cog, begrudgingly, and slightly out of time, but he thinks hes making a difference

Sorry for the ramble and essay, i just wanted to say that i really like your blog and i think you are a very nice human being. Thank you for sharing your perspective.

P.s. i’m totally basing an oc off of your outlook on security. You strike me as more of a superhero than a security guard.

-🦕 anon

Oh, that’s a super flattering take and a valuable perspective- so thank you! But I’m a gullible dumbass, and not even an incredibly smart or fit one- I just want people to be happy and safe. That’s all. And I don’t want to BE a cop, I’ve NEVER wanted to be a cop, but every time the request comes around I feel like I’m wearing down.

I keep wondering if I could help MORE in a position like that.

Probably like your dad did.

Here, people know they’re safe with me because I shut down the gunhappy jerks, but I don’t know how long it would take to truly make a difference in public security, or how many of my morals I’d have to compromise to get to that point

I feel objectively like a system so archaic and flawed can’t be changed from the inside, but another part of me says that you don’t need to change an entire system to make a difference where it counts

I believe that so many bad situations and life-changing moments can be diverted or changed by a single person in the right place at the right time- and I figure, if I trust myself to do the right thing and BE the right person, shouldn’t I do my best to put myself in those places?

But good intentions, roads to hell, you know? I don’t WANT to be a cop. But I want to be able to DO SOMETHING about the thinks I dislike seeing in conflicts. SOMEONE has to be willing to do that, right?

I’m not religious, you know? But the devil can be very convincing

[xxplastic-cubexx]

his fuckass loafers im losing it

[horrendousmustard]

Kaneki Goes On A Trip Part 7 - Kaneki at the gift shop! He buys a macaque plush and a new sweater with a mountain pattern!

[multiheadcanons]

JUST AN ODD THING INVOLVING THE MEDIC.

cw: blood, marginal gore. tasteful, almost.

blood on your hands was not a new experience.

the sensation this time was odd.

it dried so quickly. too fast, there was no opting for the dirtying of clothes, it was on your hands. dried there, and it almost felt like it was absorbing into your skin. you almost hoped it did. you wanted to blink and watch it go away, and have clean hands.

but they were bloodied.

and as the doctor turned to face you, his own hands bloodied; the excited smile dropped slightly as he met your eyes.

“you’re not having fun with this, are you?”

and words escaped you.

all you could do is hold your hands up.

“oh… oh! aw, poor baby.” he tutted, removing his hands from his own corpse, freshly wet, liquid garnet adorned. how does he do that. just repel blood. how does it always stay so slick on his hands. why did your hands dry so quickly. “that’s the worst. that’s why you stay in the body. they can’t dry if you’re submerged.”

“i don’t… know… what to do.” it’s hard to form the words as you stare at the palms of your hands. the blood was still there, and still so dry. “do— do i go back in?” the idea of sinking your hands, already sticky with dry blood, back into a liquid thicker than water made your stomach churn.

“is this a moral dilemma you’re having?”

“no— well… no. no.” you felt fairly confident in that answer. “i just want clean hands.”

“take one off the cadaver, they don’t need them.” he snickered at his own joke, but corrected when you didn’t laugh back, offering an apologetic smile instead. “we can give you clean hands.” he gently grabbed your hands in his own. “come with me. i hate when you’re like this.”

“like what?”

“sad. it makes me feel bad for you. it’s better when you laugh at my jokes.”

“so you pity me.”

“a little! only when you’re sad.” the honesty was comforting, really. it’s what you’ve come to expect from him as he leads you to the sink, turning the water on. “do you remember how to wash your hands or should i do it for you?” what a thoughtful question to ask.

“can you just— take them off? and put them back on? is that a thing you can do?”

“your hands?” you nod. “i can absolutely do that. it’s going to hurt.” you look at them again and feel bile rise in your throat.

“take them off.”

that’s not something you have to tell the doctor twice. his disappearance was short, as he returns with his faithful bonesaw. he takes your hand, firmly this time, and holds it down on the counter. as you twitched your fingers, they almost feel stuck to the meat of his palm.

“i’ll make it quick. the worst part is the bone. but your wrists are so frail… i’m sure if i place it right i can do it in a single swing.” his confidence made you feel better about the risk you were taking. “take a deep breath. one—”

and did he deliver on his promise.

gone in one swift action; and you didn’t think about it until he pulled your hand away from your body and set it in the sink. and it wasn’t the worst pain in the world, really. is this adrenaline?

“what a wonderful reaction! one more time. keep a straight face again and i’ll give you a prize.” he took your other hand, holding it in the same place. “deep breath in.” he didn’t even bother to count this time, and you flinched. that swing hurt. he scoffed. “you can’t move. now i have to cut through the rest. breathe, please.” as you began your first breath, he began to saw through. and each pass hurt. to the point that your breaths were synchronized with the swift motion of the saw. even after it ended. “all done. i’ll clean them and return them shortly. here, you can even watch.”

you stared down at your now handless arms; throbbing with a pain you couldn’t quite feel yet. and joined his side at the sink.

he handled your removed hands gently, though your arms currently dripped blood on the floor. he paid it no mind for now as he reached for the soap. gently cradling your hand in his own, he began the process of scrubbing the blood from the skin. and as the water turned the color of rust, and more and more of what you knew to be your hand was exposed, he chuckled to himself.

“you know, it’s odd. i’ve never thought about it until just now. you have quite pretty hands.” he mused. “calloused. yet still so soft. they’re lovely.” he turned it over, running his fingers down your palm, opting to rub the soap into the skin in small circles with this thumb. you could swear you felt it as you watched. as he made his way to your fingers, taking care to get underneath your nails. it was a meticulous process he was focused on, and you could only watch in silence as he finished with one and grab the other. “would you mind grabbing a— right. nevermind.” he chuckled at his own folly, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile either.

it was pretty funny.

as he focused on the other, he moved quicker, but did not sacrifice the thoroughness of his work. his brows twitched occasionally as he scrubbed a little harder, but he looked so relaxed otherwise. he was almost playing with your hands in the water. intertwining his fingers with yours, examining your nails, going over and over the same spots he’d already done as he traced the lines of your palm. and you swear you could feel it. you could feel it all. he gently placed the second with the first and went for a towel, returning quickly once again.

“there. all done. look at how clean they are! do you feel better? do you feel better staring at your clean hands?” you thought about it for a moment as you stared at your clean, dry, severed hands on the counter, and back at your still dripping nubs. then back at your hands on the counter. honestly, yeah. you did feel better. at least you certainly didn’t feel how you did before witnessing this twisted act of care, and truthfully, anything was better than that. so you nodded. “perfect. let’s get these back on you, make sure they work, then let’s say we clean up in here and return tomorrow with a better mood and a pair of gloves for you, hm?”

you weren’t sure how to thank him. you honestly weren’t sure if you should.

but you could certainly try again tomorrow.

“i think we can manage that.”

[aroaceleovaldez]

i would like to say my ideal PJO adaptation (if i was being physically forced against my will to have to pick a live action adaptation over an animated one for some reason) would be a combo like writing of the musical + casting of the show + visuals of the movies

BUT the show actually does have the playwright for the musical as one of the major writers for like three episodes and that did nothing for it. so...

[biasomnia]

Just had a stupid dumb idea that I have to put into the world bc it’s too late and I don’t want to forget it.

What if Kuina (Zoro’s childhood friend) faked her death bc her father is a misogynistic shitbag that won’t teach her any more and she goes to sail to find a new mentor. And somewhere along the way runs into Dracule “Greatest Swordsman” Mihawk who decides to mentor this small girl with skill and spite (reasons unclear rn bc again it is late I’m spitballing quickly here). So when Zoro is paw-pawed away to goth island (I don’t remember it’s actual name) not only does he have his “wtf” we see but also eventually bumps into Kuina again and has to go “HUH??” They get to bicker & whatnot and after Mihawk agrees to train Zoro she will NOT stop holding it over his head that she met the greatest swordsman first and is learning his techniques. Kuina would also get along great with Perona.

Maybe will draw some silly comics of this idea tomorrow.

^pic of Kuina bc I can’t blame people for forgetting stuff one piece has a lot in it and is. long

[nabaath-areng]

Been impossible to take photos of these nails due to horrible weather lighting, but since it was specifically inspired by Ieeha I needed to figure out a way... thank you closet for having surprisingly decent lighting and dresses for being a surprisingly decent backdrop!!!

[wishchip106]

i’m getting pissed thinking about this one person i saw somewhere saying something about Charles loathing his disability so there’s no point in keeping him disabled in the comics

DUDE??? 😟

i feel like him being disabled is so important to his character and being able to show readers that having a disability doesn’t mean you can’t do anything

i wouldn’t say i’m fully educated in these areas and i don’t know how actual disabled people feel on the matter but representation is so important 😭

i get really upset seeing “Charles can magically walk again” “He’s fixed!” things like WHY??? GIVE HIM A CANE ATLEAST I BEG OF YOU

do these people do this because its inconvenient he cant walk??? that makes me so mad honestly

i need krakoa Charles with a cane idc about them having his rebirth set from before his accident i need him to show that you can partially corrupt a whole nation while still relying on an aid

or even better yet KEEP THE WHEELCHAIR (not the banana one get a better chair Charles pls)

added bonus give Charles Xavier a gun. An “excuse” to finally get him in the field as if he can’t use HIS EXTREMELY POWERFUL PHYSIC POWERS?? MINDWHAMMY THEM OR SOMETHING PLEASE DO SOMETHING STOP BEING A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

we need more disability rep please and thank you

gonna mind-whammy the ableists they don’t deserve their vital organs

me trying to defend pookiebear from the haters ^^^

[sizzymissed]

i get so frustrated bc like… the point of Smile 2 (bc i do understand this criticism of the first one) it’s not to just say like…. ‘oh and everyone who’s mentally ill is bad and evil and gross and hurts themselves and ppl around them and its hopeless the end’ like NOO you missed the point.

When you’re depressed or hallucinating or going through something insanely stressful, it can make you lash out, or make you impulsive and sad and scared, or push away the ppl who surround you. And it can make you feel like the world is laughing at you.

And it’s not Skye’s fault, it’s not happening to her because she’s a terrible person! And the movie isn’t trying to say that it is happening to her because she is a terrible person. But the ‘monster’ that lives in her head tries to tell her that, and tries to get her to believe it.

And the sad thing is that to a point, she does everything right! She reaches out, and she asks for help, and she tries to talk to someone about what’s happening. But there’s no one in her corner, and no support system she can rely on, and no one responds until it’s too late. And it’s sad. And it’s scary. And it’s a tragedy.

And that’s the point, I think. Does that make sense?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

after finally playing scarlet witch long enough to get this icon ive decided that you really have to love wanda to get this icon

anyway Bonus cause Heh....... Fam.....

[bisexualgenderfemme]

I think a lot of ppl correctly identify the problem of

'there is not enough resources for us'

& jump straight to the incorrect conclusion of

'so this other group of *fakers* must be stealing it'

so they have a tangible to blaim

rather than acknowledging the terrible truth that the purpose of the system is what it does & here the system is to pit disabled people against each other, pit abled ppl against all of us, & to keep ANY of us from accessing resources

[deus-ex-mona]

something something guys who think of the backs of the girls they love

and girls who pinch the cheeks of the guys they love

[itsays]

thank you to all of the people who wished me a happy birthday btw🫶

[yeonban]

I was thinking there aren't enough memes catered to third parties on this site (ex. two muses talking about a third) which imo make rp flow so much smoother sometimes bc it feels more realistic for interactions to not start & end at only the two people directly involved, but then I realized... blud, you have a meme sideblog. You can literally make your own dreams come true

[the-talon-ted-meem]

Tumblr might be a bad idea, but while I'm at it I'm posting my Kofi around asking for best wishes and blessings (Even tiny ones) to help save up for first time home emergency and essentials funds. https://ko-fi.com/talontedarts Both me and my fiancé barely have much to our name both in furnishings and financing but we're gonna manage paying off a house loan (Dread) for the next couple years. I would like to get some cleaning machines and a bigger bed than just a small twin size. (I'd rather just sleep on the floor) But I am also very willing to also accept wisdom and advice as a blessing too if there's nothing else to spare. I'd also like to have a small ceremony despite not having financial support from my family for our wedding. For now, only court papers. I'm both nervous and excited to step into this phase of adulthood after getting engaged. I'm a little over my mid 20s so this is kinda a big deal to me. (God that makes me cringe)

Thank you guys for sticking about and supporting my dumbassery. After I finish moving in late February this year I'mma definitely open up more of my shell and unleash more shit now that I'm feeling more motivated to do things again. There is sorta a light at the end of the tunnel afterall.