#constantly contradict themselves and make absolutely no sense

[writer-at-the-table]

It's funny to me that The X- Files doesn't care about consistent continuity when it comes to things like the ongoing conspiracy plot on which the entire central premise centers, or the timelines of major figures like Mulder's father,

but when it comes to tiny details like the pencils Mulder threw into the ceiling of the X-Files office, the show is absolutely meticulous.

[mediapiays]

https://www.tumblr.com/mediapiays/761093636217864192/if-14-year-old-me-could-navigate-the-absolute?source=share

Oh, absolutely. I've seen a few of these stories of poors ex-taekookers who fell for all the lies and manipulations other taekookers create and they spent years in that fandom believing and agreeing with them, and worst of all, spent all those years hating Jimin. But now they finally saw the light and feel so very sorry for all the harm they caused Jimin.

Every time I see one of these stories all I can think is "What a fuking idiot". And that's exactly what I think of this person. And honestly? Fuck them. They were a full adult who fell for shit that's so obviously false you don't even need to be an adult to see through it. They purposefully avoided official content and let themselves be surrounded only by other taekookers and their lies. They put themselves in that situation. Call me mean but that person is an idiot, plain and simple. And you don't get to be an idiot who spent years hating an innocent person than expect me to feel sorry for you once you finally realize you were being stupid.

And taekookers aren't even as convincing as people give them credit for, the people who believe them are just stupid. Their videos are clearly edited and lacking context and most of it is just short slow-motion clips with on-screen text consisting of some wild interpretations of what is essentially two guys making simple eye contact with each other. Nothing they say makes any sense if you think about it for more that three seconds. They constantly contradict themselves and change what's true and what's a lie at the drop of a hat. To them Jungkook or Taehyung briefly mentioning the other in a livestream it's definitive proof they're not just dating, but are straight up married. (Taekookers even have a date for their marriage and the number of kids they've adopted. I wish I was making this up).

Like, for fucks sake, taekookers main narrative is that Hybe is forcing Jungkook to pretend to be in a fake gay relationship with Jimin (who apparently is on Hybe's side and is also evil) to hide his real gay relationship with Taehyung.

A gay relationship to hide another gay relationship.

Gay relationships that are between idols.

Idols, people who are often forbidden by their companies be in even straight relationships.

All this happening in South Korea.

Famously homophobic South Korea.

Hybe deciding that this is somehow a good idea.

Jungkook and Taehyung putting up with this for over a decade despite having had the chance to not resign or at very least change their contracts not once but TWICE.

Jimin, Jungkook and 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 Taehyung being good enough actors to convincingly and consistently pull off this extremely elaborate and long-running lie.

All this going so far it culminated in Jungkook being forced to enlist with Jimin in the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺.

All of this for what is not even the most popular ship within the fandom.

And the reason? The reason for all this convoluted mess? Who knows, definitely not taekookers.

I'm sorry, but you believe this you're a fucking idiot. Unless you're are a child, not even a teenager, I'm taking 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 a child, than you shouldn't be naive and stupid enough to believe this shit for literal years. And the fact that most of these people are actually middle aged woman with husbands and kids. Sincerely, what the fuck?

No, these ex-taekookers aren't some poor little naive babies who got tricked by the actually bad taekookers. No, anyone who believed this bullshit did it because they WANTED to believe it. Some part of them knew deep down it is all bullshit but they ignored that part because they liked believing it's true. They found pleasure and satisfaction in believing these things and they were selfish enough to let that be more important than showing basic human decency towards a man who's only crime is threatening their fantasies.

So no, I have no sympathy for taekookers of ANY kind. Not the 'nice ones' and not the 'reformed' ones. They can all go to hell for all I care.

i have nothing else really to say anon because you practically read my mind. it also emphasizes how people in stan spaces really don't think for themselves and is basically a hive mind.

[koraesrambles]

Thoughts on the conclusion of Gotham War

Alright, so I've made it absolutely no secret that I've been enjoying the crap out of Gotham War. Is it structurally sound with good pacing and clear stakes? HELL no. It's not an air tight story, there are so many holes in all of the characters logic, but it is also an extremely good time.

I don't mind loose storylines in comics like this. Mostly because the premise "full grown man dresses up as a bat and cannot stop himself from mass adopting every orphan that looks like him" is already so ridiculous that anything they posit as a solution in their "war on crime" I think, "Yeah, I can see that." None of the rules of this world make sense.

But I don't really read most things for their air tight plot. Slight detour (There's a point, I swear!), but some perfect examples of this are Puss in Boots and the Last Wish and The Super Mario Bro movie. The last wish is PHENOMENAL. A literal work of art. I've seen it so many times and just basked in it's beauty. Love everything about it, absolutely stellar. But do you know what movie made me look up fan content, read fics, and forced me to buy the digital copy of the movie before the DVD came out? Yep. Mario Bros.

Why? Because I like stories about brothers who love each other and the mario movie gave me exactly that. It's not an air tight, phenomonal story with gorgeous real world applications, but it gave me a fun time where two characters worried about each other incessantly and honestly? that is what I'm here for.

So back to Gotham War. If I'm not actually looking for a ground breaking story (which honestly, I know those happen in these big super hero comic books but I feel like they're usually the *exception* rather than the rule) and just want good character interactions, then Gotham War delivered phenomenally. Especially since my favorite character was the one constantly being wrung through the wringer.

It was a great time. I enjoyed reading it, the art is better than anything I could ever produce even when the characters made weird faces. It was great. But did they stick the ending?

Eh, endings are hard. I would love to see more consequences for Bruce. Him just going off at the end and getting away with the horrible things he did to Jason is annoying. I almost wanted Jason to actually die at the end there, just so that Bruce would feel stupid and sad. If Bruce never acknowledges what he did to Jason (which . . . he probably won't, given the track record) then I'll be pretty disappointed. That's some juicy angst right there that should absolutely be addressed.

And I appreciated that literally every character that interacted with Bruce that knew about what he'd done yelled at him for it. Even Dick's seeming about-face at the end with "I'm sure you had your reasons" came after two weeks of getting used to the idea AND him trying to actually get Bruce to make good choices for once. I mean, Bruce doesn't, but A for effort, Dick. Thanks for punching him in the face last time, that was cathartic.

I surprisingly really like the fact that it wasn't Zur who did this to Jason. It was Bruce. Horrible, wacked-out, messed up Bruce Wayne who is so desperate to control everything around him and so terrified of losing the people he loves that he constantly overrides them like they're his freaking pets. Bruce is in a BAD place, and I sure hope that there will be tons of fics exploring that even if canon never acknowledges it.

But that's how I deal with comic universes like this. Everyone jokes that "Canon? what canon!" and we all laugh but honestly . . .yeah. Like, seriously. Canon is whatever works for the writer's plot in the moment. They make stuff up and contradict themselves all the time. They're constantly retconning stuff. It doesn't take away from any of the stories I like, I can still read them. And at this point, legitimately, I approach every single comic I come up on as though it's an AU. There is no canon timeline for me, because it's too messy. DC is literally just an AO3 platform that's allowed to make money.

Because the people who originally created these characters are long gone. These guys (gender neutral) writing and drawing the comics now are just fans like we all are. It's all fake. None of it is real. So let's all just have a good time.

I was talking to some friends about this and they pointed out, "It's difficult because people feel like when they're constantly screwing around with things like that why should they even care about the characters?" And they were absolutely right, that's extremely frustrating to deal with. I put a lot of emotional investment into characters, but every writer is going to approach the characters differently and with a universe like DC has, you just have to roll with it. There are no stakes. We all complain about it, but nothing is done to change it because we love these characters and we'll keep coming back for more, and so they keep having to make more content and that means messing with stuff they already have. It's a never ending cycle. These are living legends, mythology that's being written out in real time. Nothing about them are ever going to be cohesive.

Wow this is getting long, sorry about that. Things I loved about the Gotham War conclusion: Jason almost sacrificing himself and being a hero even though he was terrified. A+ content. Gorgeous, you go my boy! Tim telling everyone how to beat up all the rouges (Good job sweetheart, way to be a morally ambiguous little shit like you always are). Even if he claimed to be the second best robin at the end, those are fighting words my man. I also liked Jason's "Go 'save' another one of your sons." jab. That was great. I liked that everyone told Bruce he was wrong, even if it could have been stronger. The rest of the issue was plot stuff that I didn't really care too much about. I really like Bat/Cat, so I didn't mind those scenes too much even though Bruce is still the worst (affectionate AND derogatory).

I didn't really expect anything spectacular from the conclusion, and it really did end kind of like what I expected (nothing's changed except now Jason gets to deal with the Joker when he's sick with Super Anxiety -- which I actually am really excited for). But it wasn't as much fun as some of the previous issues.

That said, I would not mind owning an omnibus of all the gotham war issues, if just to re-read all of my favorite scenes. There were some truly unhinged crap in there, and that's just my cup of tea.

Story telling quality? eh, 6/10

enjoyment had? 9/10

[celestialsonata7]

I can buy Pat being the crooked man and the energy corrupting him, but I don’t like how they treated the actually development that led up to it, does that makes sense? He is entitled, has boundary and anger/ jealousy issues. I can buy that, but his arc I’m not sure if it needed more time or if it was because of how sudden his change was or because you grew to like his character through the series.

I didn’t like how they handled the whole “he is always been evil and is impossible for him to change and any attempts to change are useless or another form of manipulation” I think the series does a very good job at showing his perspective and making you feel sorry for him at tikes and even empathize with what he is going through to just be like “oh, he is just evil and has always been like that and when everyone thought he was dead nobody cared and resented him for still being alive”

(I acknowledge that what he did was 100% wrong, he did terrible things Nicole was in her right to hate him and be distrustful of him. He is a very scary person because guys like him actually exist in real life)

Is weird because I’ve seen other shows do similar arcs to this one where the villain that turned evil due to their own personal flaws, shortcomings and issues and somehow still being unredeemable and dying at the end, but still the narrative being able to show them some kind of sympathy or acknowledgement/understanding towards their issues and still having them be unredeemable and die in the end. Sadly I don’t think Pat’s character arc had rbis.

How do you feel about the way his character was handled? Am I the only one who feels this way?

Hello Anon! Thank you for asking this! I could launch into a whole essay about what I think about this. XD So I think I will. Strap in, folks!

For those confused, this is pertaining to the Netflix series, 'Raising Dion', and contains MAJOR spoilers, so be forwarned if you plan on watching it.

(I'd like to premise this by saying it's been a hot minute since I watched the show, so I'm sorry if my recollection of its events is a little fuzzy.

I would also like to state that I freaking looooove Jason Ritter, and his perfomance in this show is amazing as always, and the reason that the character arc of Pat vexes me so is that I felt they did Jason dirty.)

So, I absolutely agree that it felt like his whole reveal was definitely rushed through, which is really poor writing on their part considering they knew where they were gonna take the character from the beginning. They had all that time to work out how they wanted to present the character and he still didn’t feel fleshed out enough. They just wanted to make the twist so surprising for the audience for shock value that they made sure we would never suspect him until the reveal. I can buy that people lie about themselves, they hide certain traits and motivations, sure, but for him to do a complete 180 of his character was just too ridiculous, especially when you consider how irrevocably determined and devoted he was to his goals once the reveal happened. Either he’s a hurting and desperate man who’s only doing what he needs to survive, OR he’s an evil being bent on making others suffer, you can’t have it both ways.

I think the main reason Pat is so unbelieveable as a character is that they kept flip-flopping him. He would CONSTANTLY contradict himself; "Dion, always listen to your Mom, BUT also let's have pizza even though she said 'no'", "Dion, only use your powers for good, BUT also let’s cheat at this basketball game", "Dion, good guys are always true, BUT definitely lie about using your powers in public", "Dion, I'm happy you got superpowers and can fight evil, BUT it definitely should have been me instead because I was there and everyone else got powers so I should have too", "Nicole, I like you, however if you don't feel the same way, I'm okay with that, BUT how dare you kiss other guys when you should be with me", like, it's not even bipolar, it's just bad writing. His motivations and desires are constantly changing that it just feels random and disorganized and done on a whim. It felt rushed and random simply because you never know what he wants. He wants to be a good godfather and friend to Dion and Nicole but no actually he just wants to kill them, but no actually he'd never hurt them, but no actually he'd do anything for power. It just doesn't make any sense.

People can have major flaws and still be good people, and people can have good traits and still be bad people, but these traits usually line up with a person's motivations, i.e. "I need to survive but I'll try not to kill if I don't have to, and if I do have to it will upset me because I still value human life. If there was another way, I'd take it but there isn't and that sucks", or "I value YOUR life because I'm attached to you but everything and everyone else is meaningless to me and I have no qualms with ending them for my own gain". You can't have, "I wish I was a better person except just kidding no I don't", it doesn't work that way.

You can say that Pat's motivation from the beginning, to the very end, was power; all he wanted was power, that was his end goal, that was what he always strived for, but then his actions should back that up. If all he wanted was power, why did he waste his time raising Dion, teaching him how to use his powers, helping Nicole, being a good friend to her, working at his job, hoping for promotions? Why not just go out and collect all the powered people at once, keep absorbing people, keep gaining power? You'll say, "well he wanted to wait for Dion to get stronger so he could absorb more power, he needed to be close to Nicole to be close to Dion, he needed the resources of his company to find more powered people", okay, yes, that all makes sense. If that was what he was planning the whole time, then that shows that he's smart and conniving. So everything he did was in service to that main goal; he helps Dion become more powerful so he can take all that power for himself. But he inadvertently creates his downfall, he "dies", all his power is gone, over and done with. Then WHY come back to "warn" everyone of another rising threat? You could say, "he wanted to get his power back", okay, but how? He no longer had the power to absorb people and he didn't even know he COULD get it back, he just knew it was still out there killing, and if he DID know he could get it back, why not go to where the power is in the first place? Why bother with going back to the city and the job and the people that would never help him in a million years? He KNEW he would be shunned and arrested and locked up forever if he showed his face there, and without any power he had no way of escaping, so why go back? He also knew they didn't understand that power either anyways; a superpowered eight-year-old beat him, not the highly educated and technologically advanced company, so what did he think he could gain from going back there? We already know he's smarter than that, if the above is true. By all accounts it doesn't make sense.

You could say the desire for power solely came from the crooked energy, and season one was all just Crooked Man-Pat, and once that was gone the true Pat came back, and he really DID just want to help and redeem himself, fine. But then he should not have been capable of reverting back to Crooked!Pat at the end, before the energy was even back in him. If all he wanted to do was help, then the concept of being powerful would mean nothing to him. The desire for power, the deceitful nature, the entitlement and selfishness should not have been there while he was "trying to help". You can't be selfless and selfish at the same time. You can't be forthcoming and deceitful, you can't be humble and entitled. All those things contradict each other. Again, it doesn't make sense.

Another thing that really really irked me while watching the series was that, from the very beginning, it seemed like Nicole never really liked Pat anyway. She was ALWAYS cold and distant with him, as if she already knew he was bad news even when he was "trying" to be kind and thoughtful. I don't know if that was a directorial problem or an acting choice but it felt so unfounded and random, and it made all the "nice" scenes feel forced. Not to mention Nicole was far too quick to just accept that Pat was evil all along, it just pulled away from their relationship so much so that it felt like they didn't even have one, like the only thing connecting them was Dion. Again, I don't know it that was intentional, or even if anyone else felt that way, but that's how it came across to me and it made it really hard to connect to either of them. Honestly, it felt like Pat had more chemistry with Dion than with her.

The only reason I fell in love with Pat at the beginning, and continued to route for his redemption until the end, was because, as stated at the top, I love Jason Ritter. I've seen many of his roles and applauded all his performances and so yes, I'm biased, but as I'm sure everyone else can agree, he has a kind face, and plays enduring really really well. He gets cast as kind people quite a lot, so anyone that has seen him before will already feel a sense of comfort when he's on screen. I think that is really only reason that Pat is so likeable at the start, and possibly feels redeemable at the beginning of season two; because people see this kind face and can see him being capable of kindness. But it's all for naught because of the way that the show and character is written; there's only so much you can do with what you're given. The script of 'Raising Dion' was basically a mess of tangled Christmas lights that are impossible to untangle, and the more they tried, the more tangled it got.

tl;dr Pat's character was really poorly handled from a writing standpoint; nothing he did made sense and his motivations were all over the place and his character was never consistent. All that is an absolute, crying shame because Jason Ritter was amazing in it anyways and I wish I could have enjoyed it more.

I hope that answered your question, and if not I'm sorry. I've never really written my thoughts on anything like this before and again, it's been so long since I saw the show so I may have gotten some things wrong or misremembered some things. But I had fun writing this, it's been a while since I've written ANYTHING and I really really appreciate you wanting to know my opinions, no one ever wants that. XD Hope you have a lovely day, Anon!

[sapphire-weapon]

Sorry to bring more discourse to your blog, but it's about the whole "problematic" shipling thing, because it's a part of older RE plot, that absolutely does my head in. It doesn't fucking make sense. We can talk ALL day about how Leon is canonically responsible for genocides. It's canon that these things have happened because he never has the backbone to finish the job or manage his feelings like a grown adult. It's an interesting talk, but it's NEVER (or very barely) addressed that way in the actual material. His whole "turn the other cheek, because he needs a vague romance" trope is really just one massive fucking plot hole and I don't know why people aren't completely pissed about it. His messy narrative is one of my least favourite things in the series. It almost turns me off of his games and movies entirely. I enjoyed REmake, 7 and 8 the most because at least the characters add up. Their motivations are clear. It's a fully formed story and we know who does what and why. They just haven't fucking done that with Leon. They can't decide on whether to flesh him out properly or to keep throwing him early naughts b-movie tropes that arguably, just make him less likeable (to me).

Sorry for the rant. But holy shit. Anything about his character outside of "I'm angry, let's shoot" has been fucking terrible, in my eyes. They have no idea what to do with him. His choices constantly fucking contradict themselves. He's like a nonstop, unstable "what to doooo?" asshole and I DON'T KNOW WHY ANYONE ELSE ISN'T MAD ABOUT THE CONSTANT PLOT HOLES AND SENSELESS BULLSHIT THIS CHARACTER DOES I HONESTLY DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HE BECAME MORE POPULAR THAN CHRIS, CLAIRE, WESKER, HUNNIGAN, ETHAN AND JILL OTHER THAN "HE HAS COOL BANGS AND TELLS JOKES SOMETIMES" LIKE WHAT?

I know I'll get roasted and shredded for saying it, but jesus christ man, it's such an enormous pet peeve of mine. I just want the remakes to finish their job of understanding that Leon hasn't been written well and he's gotta be fixed. That Ashley actually has a whole load of potential and Ada has only ever been an empty, racist and sexist stereotype that can't be fixed unless they bother to actually write any sort of story for her other than "sexy Asian is mean sometimes, but her terrorism is okay because the emo boy kissed her this one time and has known her for a combined 15 hours."

Phew. I am mad. I'm sorry for exposing you to this. I've only gotten into RE like less than a year ago and the stupidity and lack of literacy and analysis in this fucking fanbase is crazy to me. If I see one more "sibling coded toxic age gap, Leon is flawless omg ashley little girl so silly" post I'm going to shave my head. Even my phone is glitching because it can't keep up with my seemingly very unpopular rager.

homie i'mma need u to fuckin breathe and understand that this is the same series where the only reason that the main villain ever had to hate the main protagonist was the fact that the main protagonist laughed at his science project -- and then that detail was retconned out of the remake, and now there's no reason for wesker to hate chris at all, actually.

this is the same series that killed off its main villain way too prematurely, realized immediately that they fucked up by doing it, and, instead of just retconning it and bringing him back, they tried to "oops! all weskers!" it, then didn't know what to do with that, then just decided to write it so that he had a son, but then nobody liked him, either, and now they're just going FUCK IT LET'S JUST REMAKE THE WHOLE THING.

this is the same series that is so unabashedly and unrepentantly racist that it sends its white american protagonist into the heart of africa, whereabouts he encounters a village with actual mud huts in it, where the townspeople are dressed in actual tribal clothing, and they chuck actual literal spears at him.

this is the same series where the creators openly admitted to not allowing their main female protagonist to visibly age because they thought it'd hurt their bottom line.

this is the same series where the objectively best title in it has a story that's so fucking bad that the dude who wrote and directed it said that he'd only support a remake of it if the remake fixed his shitty fucking story and actually told a good one.

this is the same series where rachel fucking foley exists and is meant to be taken seriously.

this is the same series where a dude fucking a spider is, questionably and arguably, canon.

leon is not remotely the worst part of resident evil's storytelling, nor is ada the most offensively racist part of it. THE ENTIRE NARRATIVE OF RESIDENT EVIL IS NONSENSE DOG GARBAGE. leon and ada are just par for the course.

if you are not a raccoon and/or opossum who enjoys gorging yourself on garbage, perhaps resident evil is not the series for you.

that's why they called it raccoon city in the first place.

because the playerbase must inevitably be filled with raccoons, because only raccoons would enjoy the sheer amount of garbage that the story throws at them.

[milatibrahiim]

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

In shaa allah you are all in the best state of health and imaan. I am writing up this letter as naseeha for my beloved sisters, as I am noticing a trend nowadays where a new sisters owned dawah page will pop up at least once a week. Of course there is nothing wrong with wanting to spread dawah, it is of course one of the 4 principles of tawheed. However, the amount of compromising and lack of hayaa is very ironic. And concerning to say the least.

I trust that the intention of these sisters are pure and filled with motivation in wanting to convey the message. But remember dear sister, there are conditions and limitations one must follow. Did not Aaisha r. a give dawah behind a screen with her voice firm and her demenor strict? So why is it my dear sister you think it's "dawah" by constantly uploading personal images and captions onto your stories? Updating the world of your whereabouts? What you're having for dinner? Sharing memes and laughing with the world? My dear sister what is this?

Wallahi every sister who falls into this must be ashamed of themselves. A Muslimah is to be quiet, shy and reserved. When she is addressing those who aren't her mahaarim, she is firm in her voice and to the point. She understands that just because she may cover her entire

body, doesn't mean she still isn't vulnerable and susceptible to fitnah. Your hijab is also a concealment of your tongue and actions.

You're absolutely contradicting the purpose of your hijab when you cover yourself head to toe, black on black, no skin showing whatsoever, but you go ahead and expose yourself to your stories, giggling with strange brothers over nonsense, and sharing what kind of attar and abayas you love to wear.

Ya Allah, Allahu musta'aan. Have some humility dear sister. The Lord of all the Worlds is watching you and will hold you accountable. The next time you find yourself writing up a post about hayaa and hijab, look to yourself and ask, are you even applying the concept of that yourself? Have some sense dear sister.

Another common issue I'm also witnessing, is these arguments between brothers and sisters over a political issue pertaining to the deen. It's as if both parties have lost all sense of their dignity and hayaa. And you dear sister, are no better. Yes the man is responsible for himself, but you too are responsible. You dear sister, are responsible for entertaining such behaviour. As someone once stated, these men are not your mahaarim to care about your honour the way you value it.

And as for private messages, these sisters don't even realise it was them that opened that door to fitnah. You have no one to blame but yourself. Again, yes these brothers are responsible for themselves, but you are too. You made it known you were a woman and turned your so called dawah page into a funhouse, that invited all these men into your dms. Wake up to yourself seriously.

My biggest advice to every single sister who wishes to spread dawah, one, move to telegram as there is no communication whatsoever with anyone. You are able to completely turn off likes, comments which distract the heart and causes it to forget its intentions.

Two, do NOT make it known you are a sister. First of all, its not necessary and you're making the first mistake in sharing information that just isn't important to know. It is knowledge that does not benefit. And secondly, you become a hotspot for fitnah.

Enough with the attention seeking. You may not see it as that, but that's exactly what is happening. Basic fact and reality does not conceal your ignorance.

And thirdly, it's honestly better for you to remove yourself from these socials and start by seeking dawah yourself. Replace the time you'd put in to reply to messages and check who liked your posts with seeking knowledge. And not just seeking but implementing. In the long run, this is a far better option for you because at least you will have on your concious that you will enter your grave with absolutely nothing, but the knowledge that you prepared for it.

Please forgive me for my harsh bluntness, it is all out of frustration and concern for my dear sisters in Islam. I ask Allah to purify our intentions and forgive us for our shortcomings, may He increase us in knowledge, and may He not take our souls except when He is pleased with us.

  𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝

         -𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧

[least-sexy-man-competition]

Nonsexy info for Benrey hlvrai my beloved: horrendous low poly character model. Blows balls in people’s faces. Contradicts himself ALL the time and blames others for dumb shit (Gaslight girlboss). Is THE WORST flirt in existence. Is annoying as hell (affectionate). Has a foot fetish (no shaming but like. He’s a creep about it lmao). I love him so much he’s awful.

i love it when characters constantly contradict themselves like yes. make absolutely no sense

[tombeane-blog]

We're Talking (CENSORED) Here

(If you are insulted by scatological references, delete this.) (YOU'VE BEEN WARNED LADIES!!)

"Tom, you are full of you know what." "Whoa Vern. Is that because I'm going to start talking about you know what?" "No, that's not the reason you are full of you know what Tom. But it is one of the reasons." "Maybe you should crawl back into your safe space Vern and sit this one out."

One of the things that make America great is that absolutely everything in America is constantly in flux and ever changing. It's called Freedom.

And the ever changing meaning within the American language is confusing and scary and colorful and wonderful. It's called Freedom Of Speech.

That is one of the main reasons America influences all other cultures on the planet.

Gotta' love American slang.

Yes. We're gonna talk about that word. That horrible, vulgar, universally used and universally useful word - SHIT.

I read long ago that the is the most used word in the English language. Maybe. But the F word and the word shit are close.

And no matter how many different ways the word shit is used, we always know exactly what it means in context.

The following idioms make absolutely no literal sense. But even when the phrases contradict themselves, the meaning is crystal clear. That's the shit. (Arguably the best) Shit! (After losing on another scratch off ticket) Hot shit! (She really was and I always wanted to date her) Cool shit. (Why isn't there a phrase for room temperature shit?) That's some good shit. (Here, take a hit) That's some bad shit. (Here, take a hit) I don't give a shit. (Much less two) Don't blame me when the shit hits the fan. (Musta' been some shitkicker who done it) A load of Horseshit. (Misinformation) Don't Bullshit me. (Lie) He/she (or preferred pronoun) is Chickenshit. (Coward) Up shit creek. (Paddle not provided) Shitty luck. (If you are winning) Shit out of luck. (If you are losing) A worthless piece of shit. (Some shit has value? And why is one piece of shit worse than a whole pile of shit?)

Even if shit is worthless, we are still required to occasionally retrieve all past shits. "Get your shit together!" "I need to get my shit together." Where is it? Somewhere around town? If you traveled a lot during your life it must be scattered all over the place, right? Plus, I'm 81 years old. That's a lot for me to retrieve. Physically and mechanically how in the heck do you go about finding and stealing all your shit back if they won't give it back willingly? Once your shit is in the system, does the government own it? How do you recognize shit as yours even after you locate it? How does it improve your situation if you get it all back? What are you supposed to do with it after you've stacked it all in one ginormous mountain? Who do you report to? What do you say to them? "OK Bob, I found all my shit and stacked it up in one big mound. Now what?"

Recently I overheard two guys at the gym speaking fluent Shitzu. "That's bullshit!". "No Jim. It very much is not bullshit." "No shit?" "Shit yeah! You know as well as I do shit happens." "Really? Are you shitting me?" "Why would I shit you?" "Because you're a shithead." "I wouldn't shit you. You're my favorite turd." (Using a contextually acceptable substitute) "Well….. SHIT!" "Yep. Got that right."

What a weird, worthless, useful, contradictory word.

So if you decide to pass this along, and especially if you happen to be disgusted by my language…..

…… at least don't shit all over it.

"You can come out now Vern."

[heylittleriotact]

I was angrily rambling about this in my kitchen to myself while I made dinner last night. There was a lot of impassioned veggie slicing and profanity. The turkey burgers were delicious though.

I’m putting this under a cut because it’s a wanky vent sesh and not everyone needs to be subjected to that unless they want to be.

It happened with Astarion too and it pisses me off so fucking much. As a genderqueer, transmasc, pansexual human being I just really wish people would stop gatekeeping sexuality. It’s fucking ridiculous. Just stop. You’re not clever or insightful or witty. You’re a dick.

I think it was a Twitter post I saw that set me off that implied that there was no way that Emmrich could be anything but a bottom and it’s like… uhhhkay so you’ve arrived at that conclusion solely based on his mannerisms, speech, and the way he dresses. How absolutely fucking weird and creepy is it to look at someone and assume you know based on that what their sexual preferences are and think that assessment has any weight beyond a wildly grasping assumption that stands a good chance of being as accurate as if I walked into a room full of strangers, closed my eyes, and started pointing at people and declaring them gay, straight, or otherwise. That’s fucking insane to me. Who thinks like that? Also, why do you care so much? Let people be fruity and fuck whoever they want without implying they’re contradicting themselves.

“Oooh the soft effeminate kind man could only possibly be a gay bottom and wouldn’t be caught dead near a vagina” lol what? What the fuck is with this toxic correlation between traits typically considered as soft and feminine: compassion, kindness, vulnerability, patience, empathy etc. that equates to being gay? I get that stereotypes exist and Emmrich ticks the box of a lot of them, but it just feels so gross and cringe for people to box a character into a rigidly defined role because of that when it’s canonically not the case. So Emmrich isn’t talking shit about the local sports team and scratching his balls while he gnaws on a slim Jim and chews with his mouth open so he’s “gay-coded”? Is that the logic? It’s gaslighty and shitty. Fuck off with that.

This isn’t a very well framed argument - it’s an emotionally driven rant that probably doesn’t make much sense, but it comes from a place of real hurt because it’s hard enough for people like me to feel like they fit in in the world without people constantly questioning my validity and experiences, and shit like this just blows my mind.

I just saw a post where someone said they were surprised so many people romanced Emmrich with a female Rook because he’s so “clearly gay-coded,” and…….. my verbose ass has thoughts

Let’s unpack this, because I’ve seen this type of thing before. I worked as a model for 11 years. I’ve been around the block: North America, Europe, East Asia, you name it. And let me tell you, I’ve met plenty of men like Emmrich in this industry. What do I mean by “men like Emmrich”? I mean the kind who are metrosexual, a little vain, a little fruity, a little petty, but at the end of the day, genuinely kind. You know, the ones who care about their hair but will also hold your purse without complaint.

So where exactly are we pulling this “gay-coded” thing from? Because he peppers his speech with dears and darlings? Because he’s got a certain lilt to his voice and wears enough jewelry to make a magpie jealous? Sure, those things could be seen as stereotypically “gay,” but let’s dig deeper here.

First of all, he canonically swings both ways, so let’s just celebrate the man living his bisexual best life. Secondly, and more importantly, can we stop acting like sexuality is a one-size-fits-all package of traits? It’s a spectrum. Emmrich being soft-spoken, stylish, and emotionally open doesn’t automatically place him in one category. Hyper-masculinity (or the lack thereof) is not the defining feature of someone’s sexuality, nor is it the sole determinant of how they’re “coded.”

Honestly, I feel like this says more about how we’ve been conditioned to interpret certain traits than it does about Emmrich himself. Maybe he just likes his damn jewelry. Maybe he just calls people dear because he’s polite and it makes him feel good. And maybe, just maybe, that has nothing to do with his attraction to men, women, or anyone else.

Let him have the best of both worlds, folks. He’s out here thriving. Let’s not box him in.

[womanfredvonkarma]

And it's difficult because, on the one hand, there is the way I think, i.e., how I process information, make connections between concepts, etc., and this has remained more or less the same for as long as I can remember. I think that is what makes me "me" in the essential sense: my thought processes, neuroses, and core ideals, and I wouldn't change those for the world. And yet, I can name very few "accessory personality traits", so to speak, that have remained consistent.

Off the top of my head, I can say that I have always loved cats, been fairly pedantic and very competitive, enjoyed various intellectual pursuits, found myself not fitting into large groups, liked bad jokes and a bit of whimsy, and been pretty curious about things. But aside from that, I feel like I contradict myself constantly. I prefer order and neatness, but my room right now is an absolute warzone. I've been a star student and also flunked a dozen subjects in a year. I favour high-end coffee brands and desserts until I get my hands on a plate of fries. I'm regarded as cold and calculating just as often as I'm seen as welcoming and open. And so on.

And, I mean, I'm aware that, in real life, people often contradict themselves and don't typically embody archetypes. But (1) that's hardly elegant, and (2) what I'm complaining about is that I want to be so many things that I can't settle into one outward personality. If I could wish for something, it would be to be able to jump between identities forever so I can experience every life ever.

[unnursvanablog]

The Boys / tv show review

This is just my opinions on the first three seasons of The Boys. Pretty much spoiler free.

Although I have been going through a certain superhero fatigue, The Boys is a show I've heard a lot of praise for for a bit, and it's a show I've been meaning to watch for a long time. So when I got a little sick, there was no reason other than just lie in bed and binge these episodes over the course of a few days.

This show goes heavy on themes of corruption and manipulation of the public in sake of power and satires about American (but also just western) society and current issues happening in the western world, giving us anti-heroes to sympathize with and hate while we cheer them on. It takes the superhero format that Marvel has sucked all the juice out of and does something slightly new (and goes deeper) with it, but still with certain comic book clichés and archetypes for the superhero fans to enjoy. The show plays with the form in its own way.

There is a lot of references to comics, but also just American pop culture references which is made satirical - after all, The Avengers have become a very large part of Western pop culture in the last decade. They also showed very early on in the first season that they were both playing with and taking advantage of the comic book format when they decided to fridge two female characters in order to further the male characters' story. There weren't many prominent female characters in the first season, and one of them never spoke a word. But they've gotten better at it over the course of the series.

There is a good pacing and tension in the show and the story never really stops that much so you don't have time to really know what's going to happen next. Although you think you have foreseen the next moves of the characters, more than once the show pulls the rug from under you and something entirely unexpected happens. But it is still realistic, it makes sense within the narrative and nothing feels like it's done just for the hell of it. It has a point to it.

The violence of the shows is not for everyone, and in some places it crosses the line a little too much in my opinion and becomes violent just for the sake of being a bit shocking. But at the same time this type of violence that is shown to us in the show is something that I think is very American, if that makes sense, which The Boys is constantly criticizing.

Although I enjoy how the shows manages to delve deeper into the very human and complex characters they have created despite the fast pace of the show themselves, I don't think some of them are that interesting despite all the character views you've had throughout the series. I do think the show spends a lot of time exploring why these characters are the way they are but I feel like a lot of them don't change that much. We understand them better, but they don't learn too much from what's happening, or that learning that they is shallow. Some of them do, but some of them feel very stagnant.

It could be because many of these characters are certain archetypes, or were originally created that way, and nd therefor should represent something special or be a contradiction or reflection of someone.  Which is where the format of the show and it's superhero clichés that it uses in their satire and all that, becomes a a bit of a hindrance.

Butcher and Homelander mirror each other in some wa, it's just so happens that one of them has superpowers and the other doesn't, which certainly is an interesting plot point. And it is mentioned several times by other characters in the story. But I actually find Homelander so much more an interesting character (he is not a poor misunderstood man but he is interesting) even though he is a miserable asshole and I hate him and am terrified of him. But not Butcher. Butcher is just boring and I hate him.

You can absolutely make an unlikable character the main character, and there are other characters in The Boys to balance him out, but those kinds of characters aren't really supposed to be boring. They must be interesting, but unlikeable. And that's where The Boys fails me a bit with Butcher.

Yes, all the characters in The Boys come from the comic book format in one way or another, and Butcher is a parody of characters like Batman with his grudge and desire for revenge that he makes right by 'righting the wrong of the world'. Butcher is so consumed with his own anger that he forgets all morality and even his friends. And I find these types of characters so boring and so stagnant and I wish the show would do more complex stuff with him. We are getting there at the end of season three. He may not be a bad character that way or poorly written because he does everything he's supposed to do as that type of character. I just find this type boring.

In fact, I think the superheroes, as miserable or downright scary as they often can be, are in many ways more interesting characters and have grown more throughout history than our anti-heroes have. They act a lot like famous people in our world who have too big egos and influence all that and I think it's a really good approach to the superhero format. Because this is how superheroes would definitely be if they existed in our world.

There is a certain masculinity quality going on within the narrative, which comes with a lot of this American stuff, and the show is quite male-centric in lots of ways. Lots of anger and violence going around. But that's also part of the satire. Without a doubt, The Boys is one of the most daring satire on TV today and is very powerful and smart with it's approach. The action is good and the episodes raise a lot of questions and lot's of cool twists which usually end with you having to watch the next episode. It's just really solid TV.

[puraiuddo]

Cybertronian Units of Time: a Guide

...concocted by me, via:

Canon Definitions

Most Common Terms Used in Fandom (that I have seen)

Most Common Interpretations of Aforementioned Terms

Math That Makes Those Terms Make Sense Together

Filling in the Blanks With What Sounded Good (to me)

So essentially I began with Cybertronian units with explicit definitions in canon that are also widely used in fandom (ie. Vorn = 83 years, Joor = 6 hours, Groon = 1 hour). I then worked my way out from those and tried to keep to rough factors of 6/8/10.

Some terms that did have explicit canon definitions had to be slightly skewed from their value (ie. Breem: 8 → 6 minutes, Klik: 8 → 6 seconds) if their definition contradicted another definition that made more sense/fit better. 

At any rate, obviously no one is obligated to use this standard, but canon Transformers content has been unfortunately... awful at establishing any universal units of time, their relationship to each other, or their equivalents to human units of time.

So this occasionally makes fanfiction an absolute nightmare for people like me with a crap memory who don’t want to constantly have to scroll through a thousand pages of the wiki to remind themselves what the hell a groon is.

So, naturally, I simply spent far too long whipping up this at-a-glance guide to keep track of it & on the off chance that the fandom might adopt it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

(PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU LIKE IT SO THAT MORE FANS CAN SEE IT!)

[jonnywaistcoat]

On this most Star Wars of days, I feel compelled to disgorge my Jedi Thoughts, which have been building inside of me for a couple of years now, ever since I rewatched the whole series.

Now, all this is, I believe, explicitly anti-canonical. From what I understand, the history of the Jedi is pretty thoroughly explored and explained in various bits of current canon, and none of it looks like this, but this is my an extrapolation based on back-engineering what is presented in the core films, which I find very compelling. So:

THE FORCE: First up, my idea of the force. I personally see it as a flow of energy, constantly in motion. A river made up from billions interconnected currents of change and destiny. This flow is about both life and death, pain and joy, and too much of one without the other will cause the flow to stagnate. It has no actual moral core, and resists both the shackles of an oppressive dystopia, but also the crystalline stillness of a utopia. It is strongest in places like Endor or Tatooine, where life is hard and somewhat lawless, and is, in many ways, an anarchistic force that resists rigid order.

LIGHT SIDE/DARK SIDE: I see the light/dark side dichotomy as one that rests on how one uses the force. The light side is about moving with the force, following and channelling its flow, while the dark side is about harnessing it and making the force bend to your will. While there is technically nothing inherently evil about the dark side, violently making the very essence of life bend to your will is addictive, and obviously makes you far more comfortable with doing similar things to people. The light side is also more subtle, as in my interpretation of the Jedi mind trick, for instance, it is about guiding the force in someone towards a conclusion that they were already considering. The force choke, however, is always going to be dark side (even though it's actually no more harmful than chopping someone with a lightsaber) because the force is never naturally going to harm someone directly, so you are always wrenching it into a shape you want it.

EARLY JEDI: So, I don't see the force as having a conscious will, but it has a shape and a direction, and part of that is creating people to regulate itself. To deal with blockages or stagnation, and keep the force flowing. Like a massive magic pipe system instinctively birthing its own plumbers. This is what the early Jedi were. They almost certainly had basically no formal idea of their purpose, but would be guided by visions and the flow of the force, trusting that their path would lead them where they needed to be and surrendering themselves to it. I imagine a proto-Jedi as a vagabond figure of both hope and terror. If your planet is under a brutal fascist regime, one might turn up and fight their leader to the death, but a continent might burn in the process and they would do nothing to help rebuild in the ensuing chaos that followed. The flow of the Force, of life and death, was restored, and they were drifting onwards.

ATTACHMENTS: Now, a key part of fully surrendering yourself to the Force as the early Jedi would do is accepting death, including your own and that of those you care for. When the force moves towards your end you can have no hesitation in accepting it. Because of this, early Jedi avoided attachments as a natural extension of their actions and philosophy. A leaf cannot blow in the wind if it is still attached to the branch. Unfortunately in the later, more formal, Jedi order, this became codified into a forceable rejection of any feelings at all, as well as a contradiction, since you were meant to be part of the galactic community as (let’s be real) space cops, but also have no connection to it.

PADAWANS: One of the things about the Jedi order of the Republic that strikes me as a real holdover from the old ways is the padawan system. The one-on-one apprenticeship doesn't make much sense with the centralised temple and training school, but it makes absolute sense as part of the drifter Jedi way. You blow with the force, and when it guides a force-sensitive youth in your path, you take them with you. They leave their family (likely dead because the force be like that) and travel with you, learning the ways of a Jedi and eventually setting out on their own. Maybe when you die. And the cycle continues.

THE JEDI ORDER: Now, if you've been following my logic thus far, you can probably immediately see the original sin of the Jedi order that has an official role within the Galactic Republic. Not only do they ally themselves with a bureaucratic mega-government, but they begin to calcify and become static and stagnant. By the time of the prequels, they are actively gathering all the force-sensitive children in the galaxy to them as a matter of course. Now the rich, flowing tapestry of the force is all being deliberately directed through a single temple on Coruscant. The Jedi, who once worked to maintain the flow of the force and destroy what blocked it, have now become the biggest blockage there has ever been. And eventually the force does the only thing it can - it destroys them.

QUI-GON JINN: To my mind, Qui-Gon Jinn is the one Jedi from the Republic Era that is closest to the old ways. In fact, given that the council sees him as something of a radical, we might extrapolate he is one of the last proponents of it as a proper school of thought within the order. Watch how he interacts with people on Tatooine - he rarely pushes anything, always gently pressing to find out what direction the force wants him to go (I can't buy the hyperdrive? Ok, so what instead? Something to do with the boy? A pod race? Alright then.) Dude is constantly "Yes, and"ing the eternal flow of life energy. I guess my point is that he, like all the old Jedi, is basically an RPG PROTAGONIST!

Boom! That's my secret thesis! That the old Jedi operated like a fucking Fallout PC: constantly exploring dialogue trees and their locations, looking for the critical path the force (writer) has laid out for them. The force is, conveniently, also the flow of narrative.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on the force and the old Jedi. Thanks for reading this whole damn essay. I just really needed to get them out of my head.

BONUS THOUGHTS - DJ: Hey, remember Benicio Del Toro's character in The Last Jedi? I bet you didn't know his name was actually "DJ". Anyway, he is to my mind the closest we ever see to what an old Jedi might have looked like, which makes absolute sense in the Empire, where a powerful force sensitive might have grown up with no training or knowledge of what they were - just an instinctive sense of things working out when they "go with the flow". He wanders breezily through the world, always turning up at just the right time, holding no allegiance to anything or anyone, betraying his new friends when it seemed necessary in such a way that it (accidentally) leads to the resolution of several major storylines.

"They blow you up today, you blow them up tomorrow." (Finn) "You're wrong." "Maybe."

To me, this is such astounding force energy. I firmly believe DJ to be the most powerful Jedi that ever wasn't.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids,

Here is a hug for everyone who ever got a whiff of garbage, booze, mold, or cat urine... and immediately thought "Oh, it smells like my childhood in here".

A hug for those who ever wanted to tell a funny childhood story and had to stop themselves because they remembered that "climbing over garbage piles to reach your room" or "a kitchen full of mice and cockroaches" is actually not a relatable experience for most people and may just get you horrified or pitiful stares and concerned questions.

A hug for the ones who feel like they spent all those supposedly carefree childhood days making up excuses, trying to hide the filth they lived in (No, you can't come over, we are renovating. No, I can't let you inside, we are still renovating. No, I am not hiding anything, we are just renovating. Huh, no, I don't know where that weird skin rash is coming from. It has nothing to do with this. I am fine.), constantly worrying that someone may see right through your lies, that someone may find out what's really going on in your home.

A hug for those who still find themselves living by survival rules they had to follow as kids (Hide food in your room. Hide your arms, so people don't see the flea bites. Always wear shoes inside, so you don't step into dog poop. Never tell anyone the real number of cats and dogs in your home.), even if the rules don't make sense anymore.

A hug for those who had to teach themselves to regularly brush their teeth, comb their hair, take a shower or change their clothes (and may still struggle to remember to do all these things) because your parents never taught you.

A hug for those who have a complicated relationship with their siblings now because they needed to be their parent and their sibling and their bodyguard all in one, and don't know how to be just a sibling now. For those who still wake up in a cold sweat some nights because they thought they heard their siblings scream. For those who didn't eat so their siblings could. For those who came home from school and immediately went to change their sibling's diaper because they knew it hasn't been changed since they left.

Growing up in filthy conditions can go hand-in-hand with physical abuse - but it doesn't need to. It is a kind of childhood neglect and that is a traumatizing experience, even if "nothing else happened". We sometimes think that there needs to be a history of abuse for trauma to be valid but that's not true. Neglect and unsafe living conditions absolutely "count" as well.

Apart from the obvious physical health risks of living in a dirty home, it also leads to kids growing up too fast. People who didn't know the truth about your home life may have even praised you for being "mature beyond your years" - but the reality is that you just learned to disconnect yourself from your own needs as a kid. You were (directly or indirectly) told to protect your parents from embarrassment, from having to shoulder the shame of not being able or willing to provide their kids with a safe, clean living environment themselves. Instead, YOU carried that shame. You had to learn to value their needs over yours.

These internalized beliefs can leave you with a deep sense of shame and guilt. The feeling of having a (literal) dirty secret often stays with you, even when your living environment changes - but it wasn't your fault. You were a kid and they were adults. You deserved to be protected, it wasn't your job to be the protector.

All the feelings you may have about your parents and your childhood now - both the positive and the negative ones - are valid. They are allowed to be contradicting. You may be angry at and feel sorry for your parents, hate them and love them, feel like they were victims of their circumstances and traumatized you, all at the same time. That's okay and actually pretty common for people who grew up neglected.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

[iturbide]

There is a grown dude on twitter who is constantly sharing your takes through screenshots on twitter with his group of friends out in the open like nearly every day. He has also name droped you and linked your tumblr more than one time through twitter despite saying that they don't want people to harass you, the contradiction. Just saying because the some of the asks you received had the same arguments they wrote on twitter.

Apparently this is getting uncomfortable enough for people to actually come warn me about it, which I really do appreciate, because it explains why random blogs I've never interacted with have started replying/reblogging and accusing me of pretty heinous shit.

I can't adequately express just how fucking creepy it is that someone is this level of obsessed with my opinions. I am -- and I cannot stress this enough -- a small-scale fandom blog and niche fanfiction writer, and to the best of my knowledge my only crime is...having a different read of a character and not liking them the same way someone else does. And the last time I checked, every person who interacts with a piece of media will have their own unique read of it.

I have never intended to portray my opinions as facts, because I know full well they're not: they're opinions, based on my personal understanding of the facts I have available to me. Heck, I'd already been backing off of posting in the fandom tags because I know that my takes can be super niche and appeal first and foremost to me, because...this is my blog. It's my space. I like interacting and sharing with people who come here, but at the end of the day, this is where I post about things I like and sort through my personal opinions about them. I'm not trying to sway anyone or make it seem like they're wrong -- other people are entitled to their own opinions! I'm really happy that there are other people with different reads of the same material, because I do feel that makes fandom richer! But I don't appreciate people coming into my space and telling me that I'm wrong and therefore a bad person simply because I don't have the same read of the characters or the situations being discussed.

Again, I find it incredibly creepy that someone is consistently tweeting about my opinions and, intentionally or otherwise, getting people to accuse me of reprehensible things just because I have a different opinion from them. And at least some of the people who are coming from Twitter don't actually bother to read any deeper -- they take what they've been told by a stalker as The Whole Truth, even though some of their accusations make absolutely no sense and are actively contradicted by things I've discussed. The lack of thought or care for the fact that they're making these accusations against a real, living, breathing, feeling human being because of a difference in opinion about a fictional character from a fantasy game is frankly appalling.

Do I sometimes find things in fandom uncomfortable? Sure. Do I find some things in fandom upsetting? Yeah. But that's what the block button and filters are for. I would prefer to use those and let other people do things they enjoy with fictional characters and settings, because at the end of the day, what makes them happy isn't my business. I'll curate my own experience, make things that bring me joy, and enjoy myself regardless whether it goes with the flow of the larger fandom scene. If anyone dislikes that, they can block my tags (I tag thoroughly in part for later searching, but also so that people can block stuff they don't want to see) or just block me: my stuff gets no spread on Tumblr.

And for the people who apparently seek out reasons to make themselves mad, please take care of yourself. I highly recommend disengaging from things that make you upset, especially to this degree: it's really not good for anyone's mental health. Take a break. Do something that brings you actual joy. Play a game you love. Pick up an old hobby, or try out one you've always been curious about. Read a new book. That's what I'm going to do.

But I'm not going to let a stalker prevent me from doing things I enjoy. They don't deserve to have any control over my life, let alone that level of influence.

[kurimiaki]

T, R, N and P with Diluc please?

the uncrowned king of mondstadt, diluc ragnvindr.

yandere alphabet via dear-yandere! revisions i made are flaky so. my bad wwwww

cw: dark content, physical abuse, kidnapping, confinement, claustrophobia, extremely unhealthy relationship.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Just because Diluc may be attending to business elsewhere, does not mean you are free from his heady grasp. Distant yet coddling; his attentiveness is a curse just as much as it can be a blessing. You’re never without security, that much is true. Dawn Winery is his eyes and ears, every single servant wrapped around his finger, wrapping around and constricting you. Self isolation could never be a possibility, not when Adelinde ushers you out of bed without a minute left to spare, always in such a hurry, as if wallowing in utter boredom for days on end is anything of importance. From the very beginning, Diluc had made it a point to ensure your physical health was a top priority to those surrounding you; strict itineraries have maids silently mourning over their packed workload. A plethora of duties— take you on brief walks outside the winery, never longer than 15 minutes, feed and serve meals delicately planned and catered to your health, eyes and ears constantly watching, watching, watching. They keep you like a dog on a leash, no matter how pampered. They do so dutifully. They must. Who could possibly decline such a hefty pay at the expense of silence?

It would be a blatant lie to say your physical health had declined any whilst under his... care, however, the same cannot be said for your mental well being. He can’t, despite how much he hates his inability to do so, prevent your tears. And by the archons, do you cry. Diluc is unable to approach you some days, those days when the illusion of normalcy and domestic living he works so hard to put up simply melts away, when you can do little more than curl in on yourself and wretch into your silk sheets with a litany of tears flush in your eyes. He wills himself to allow you the mercy of a few hours alone, albeit with check ups and that blatant discomfort of his when you wail at the slightest touch to your shoulder. Of course, it’s a different case entirely when such cries are symptom of punishment— whereas Diluc will weakly attempt to comfort you with softened eyes when you work yourself up, flaky and visibly uncomfortable, his resolution is unflinching and unwavering should you choose to act out of turn. Wail, sob, beg and beg for mercy, for forgiveness, his mask of nonchalance will stay firm.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Diluc is understanding that the situation he has thrust you into may not be ideal, he anticipates a lack of reciprocation and overall resistance, but he feels absolutely no guilt. In his eyes, this is for the best, the world is much too cruel— who better than him to make that judgement for you? Even if you do prove yourself to be capable of taking care of yourself, (with Diluc himself to measure up to) this Darknight Hero will find every minute, minuscule little thing to prove you otherwise. Just about every one of your shortcomings Diluc will try and use to his advantage, to put himself in a better light. Who else is as capable as he is, who else can prove themselves worthy of your companionship, your devotion, in the ways that he has? The longer you stay in his grasp, not that the possibility of leaving will come otherwise, the more difficult it becomes to prove him wrong. He feeds you with the utmost care, keeps you healthy, entertains you should you need conversation or otherwise, and provides, provides, provides. There may be a lack of freedom on your end, but really, do you have much room to complain? Without him, you may very well be dead. He ensures that point is driven straight to your heart, however many times is necessary until you grow compliant.

His will and rationality is fully reasonable, in his mind, hence why his wishes to keep you by his side shall forever remain solid. Perhaps it is the idea of you keeping close to him that entraptures Diluc so entirely, for he is a distant admirer. He would be contented growing old and without your touch, merely sharing your company for as long as life allows. All the same, he wishes to swallow you whole, skin, blood, guts and tears, if only to keep you with him. It is selfish, but he tells himself that is something of which he is deserving. He must.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Diluc is nothing if not dedicated to his goals, a driven man in everything he sets his mind to. In order to maintain the position he thrives in, he is forever alert, forever adapting, prepared for any strenuous situation thrown his way. Should you push past a line you are never meant to cross, jab at him a tad too harshly, well... it’s not as if he gives no thought as to how to keep you in line. Rarely are you knowing enough of his inner workings to be able to push him past the point of no return, a point where even you, his dearest, are not spared from his wrath. Emphasis on rare, for he is wholly tolerant and gentle with you, to an extent. Any person has a breaking point, and Diluc, despite his detached disposition and stoic attitude, can only withstand so much. He bottles up so much to remain composed, after all. When he snaps, he is unable to hold himself back any longer.

He is not one to take pleasure from the suffering of others. Lest they truly deserve it, is what he’ll tell himself, to at the very least maintain the illusion of normalcy. Sway not from the path of righteousness, forget not the splendor of dawn. His mind is able to concoct the most horrific scenarios he could possibly put you through, for he does the same with his enemies. In a way, when you act out of turn, an instinctual part of him, cultivated after years spent at the whims of the dangerous and unknown, sees you as just that— an enemy. He doesn’t often choose the more unsavory methods to keeping you in line, ie: beating or threatening you with his vision, further keeping true to said threats should you continue. Diluc is wholly capable of restraining the urge to simply slap the snark off of your face (he had done so regardless, once or twice), and much prefers isolating you on his own terms, away from everyone and everything, even himself. It’s a small room, not even on par with that of your shared bedroom, much more similar to a closet or crawlspace.

A room, but a cage all the same. Splintered wood floors, dank cobblestone surrounds you and few cracks in the stone leaves room for bugs of all nature to crawl through, allows the elements to rain hell upon you should you end up locked up during the harsher months. A lone maid, not even Adelinde, the head, attends to you, sparing meek glances should you call out when she gently places a meal of one roll, a piece of meat, and a few shoddily cut slabs of potato. No begging and weeping and screaming you may do will soften Diluc into coming back for you- again, his resolve is akin to that of steel, his will forever unyielding. He decides when you are thoroughly broken in, and when it is time to hold you in kind, he shines through like that of The Darknight Hero the people proclaim him to be. In the end, what is necessary is that he shows you how much better off you are when with him. He’s much too possessive and to a point, coddling, to ever consider discarding you into the wild and at the whims of hilichurl camps and abyss mages alike.

His hold is firm and grounding. Had he always been able to hold you with such ease? Had he ever truly held you in kind, as he does now? He’s warm. A familiar, comforting scent of smoke and acidic wine fills your senses and him, oh, him. He had left you, left you alone, all alone, in that room, not even a room, all alone, and yet you can do little more than gag and writhe and latch onto him with pleas of his name whispered hoarsely— ‘Diluc, Diluc, Diluc’. A cry of your savior.

He can’t look at you, won’t look at you. Won’t give you the mercy, but he couldn’t be angry. Not anymore. He holds you tighter and so flush to himself, with a ferocity narly shown to anyone but you, not in kind, not with this passion. You smell of dust, a husk of yourself. Faintly of his sheets, faintly of iron, of vomit, of filth.

Fresh memories of your betrayal burn hot in his mind. He’s contradicting himself. He cannot relent. It comes out as a whisper, barely even heard to himself, and he curses his very soul the moment it passes his lips.

“Strive to do better. Lest you want your time there to increase tenfold.”

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can bear with defiance and unwillingness on your part, to an extent. He can anticipate as much, for he is not delusional enough to fool himself into thinking your relationship is even somewhat typical to that of a normal couple, no matter how much he wishes that to be the case. No, for the initial few weeks of your captivity (he’s always gotten so mad when you refer to him as such, a captor) Diluc allows you to lash and sob and attempt to reason with him, attempt to soften him, attempt to hurt him. He’ll allow you to do so, but he himself remains impenetrable, unblinking, almost uncaring. He is prepared for about anything and everything, always expecting the worse possibilities as to save himself from further harm. For you, as well, he is constantly anticipating and observing. In hidden, minute little ways. It may even come as a shame to him if the fact that he enforces the maids to note down your every little move ever reaches your ears.

All in all, Diluc’s complete preparation for anything and everything you may throw his way makes him extremely patient, for better or for worse. Difficult to crack, impenetrable, almost— on one hand, the distance he keeps from you to accommodate for your lack of reciprocation may come as a blessing, but it makes it all too difficult to try and pester him into letting you go, to try and understand his goals and motivations in keeping you locked right away. Your complacency is inevitable, sooner or later, Diluc will begin approaching and weaseling his way into your routine in the smallest of ways, gradually and unconsciously causing you to grow fonder of his presence. It’s a slow process, one he had planned from the very moment his wishes of a domestic life with you grew much too much to handle. He loves you completely, yearns for your love, and for it, he will wait as long as necessary.

Blazing red eyes leer down upon you, your shame increasing tenfold for each second that passes subjected to that gaze of his. A fit of expaseration, you will admit, had sent the cutlery dear Hillie had so delicately prepared flying off of the white tablecloth and onto the hardwood floors, further staining the expensive rugs with wines and crumbs and oils from his favorite meal, a concoction of pasta and steak and cheese. He had prepared yours alongside with it, striking tonight as a tad more special than the rest. You didn’t blame yourself for what you did, not when he had proposed something as outlandish as marriage.

He keeps silent, leaning back in his seat, his throne, as if he were a king observing a mere peasant begging for mercy— quite frankly, you should be. But perhaps tonight he will be more lenient, you ponder, averting your gaze to the flickering embers sparking from the fireplace beside you.

He sighs, suddenly, worn and thoroughly put out by your antics, further embarrassing you by his facade of nonchalance. No, you could tell from the way his leather gloves creaked from gripping himself too hard, he was barely concealing his own anger.

“You hardly let me finish my scentence. Come, we’ll continue this conversation upstairs.”