#crueler

[y72leraskblog]

Give a black gloves to you

- @crue-ler

Thanks buddy!! I won't forget this detail 😊😊😊

[hoaxghost]

Girl failed the med school exam like 8 times I dont think she'd do all too well when faced with the burnt crisp of her captain

[runningfromadream]

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueler than I've been to me.

Alanis Morissette

[majunju]

portraits

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Out of sight, out of - wait.

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[st-just]

Truly one of the most trenchant commentaries on current American politics.

[snortslaxatives]

Not to be really annoying and go ‘well actually’ to the joke about how silcos a twink who probably didn’t do shit in the mines and that miners all look like vander and are these big buff burly dudes is very much some propaganda in ur brain and not the reality of what conditions are like for miners from impoverished communities. You know they use children in mines bc they’re small right. If you’ve consumed any footage showing messed up mining communities that exists irl, like people who work in cobalt mines in Congo, they’re muscular, but at a glance, they’re not jacked and look pretty average. I think a lot of people are surprised seeing that they tend to be small and lanky for people doing hard manual labor all day, but that comes from not being able to afford enough quality food. You have to eat a ton of calories to get built, and that isn’t something many people who work in mines have.

[starry-bi-sky]

Love and hate can sometimes cross wires - DPXDC Ficlet

She props her up against the far wall, and kneels before her, fingers deceptively gentle against her cheek. Danyal is cold and trembling, her once bronze skin now dull. She meets her other half— self— sister— mother— predecessor’s eyes, and they are still wet. But now they are sharp, focused on Her face.

Danyal takes a shuddering breath, one that wracks itself down her spine. One that She can feel sinking into her — their? — shared soul. “You’re going to kill me.” She says, matter of fact, something like grief choking in her voice, making it shake.

She blinks at Her mother—sister—friend— predecessor, a feeling She knows is horror but thinks is hatred filling up Her lungs. Her cool palm trails kind down to her throat, Her talon fingers wrapping around the fragile skin. With very little effort, She could break her little neck. “Yes.” She murmurs, a sound only the two of them can hear. “I am.“

Her mother-sister-other half— predecessor shudders again, and yet makes no sound. Simply goes limp with acceptance in her arms. She doesn’t bother to even fight; she looks tired. Make it quick, it’s like she says.

I will. She promises, running the gentle padding of Her thumb along her jugular. It’s the only mercy She thinks She’ll ever give. But first…

“Give me a name?”

(Mother— sister— mine—) Danyal stares at Her, confusion parting her slowly paling lips. There’s silence between the two, thickening the air like the rise of an oncoming storm. Hurt and rage begins to toil beneath Her skin. Was the thought of naming Her so abhorrent, that she’d rather not say a thing at all? Her name is nothing?

Before She can take Her anger out, Danyal breathes in sharp. The sound is painful, jarring like jags of broken glass. She raises a hand, her palm — rough and calloused, proof of her fourteen years of life, of hardship — finds Her cheek too. It’s almost loving, the way Danyal swipes her thumb across Her skin, her clammy fingers tucking a strand of hair behind Her ear.

An emotion sweeps across her, boiling and toiling, burning hot and consuming her whole. Thick, bubbling in her throat, curling behind her teeth and under her tongue and tinging her peripherals with spots. An overwhelming emotion.

It must be hatred, she thinks. What other feeling can encompass one so much?

When Danyal breathes out, so with it comes a name; “Layal.”

Danyal always did love the nights.

(If you ask the Mother of Monsters why she killed Danyal al Ghul, she’ll tell you it was because she loved hated her.)

[retributory]

kind of irritates me a little bit when people act like it's weird or wrong or ooc for sy to have internalized homophobia as if that isn't probably the most realistic thing about the plot to begin with. he's a chinese man who grew up in the late 90s - early 00s and spent all his time online i would be frankly more surprised if he had ZERO hangups about being gay. this is explicitly presented as a character flaw so i'm not sure why people act like mxtx is homophobic for writing a guy with internalized homophobia. also he like gets over it in volume 4 anyways you gotta give him some time dude he died like 3 times and he keeps getting force-fed blood he's got a lot on his plate

[millenari]

West End 4-26-2002 vs West End Revival 12-27-2014

I know we like to complain abt modern Cats vs classic Cats but the older end of Griz's intro where they draw it out is so much better than the new one.

[ducksbeloved]

lol i wonder if lucy came up with the "high 5 heroes" party name

[queeringclassiclit]

Claudia de Pointe du Lac

from The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice (1976-2018)

submitted by anon

[runningfromadream]

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueler than I've been to me.

Alanis Morissette

[beepborpdoodledorp]

wait are people seriously turning on Jax after the last episode 💀

mfs will be like 'I love asshole characters' and then gasp like a scandalized evangelical after seeing a woman's exposed shoulder when that character ends up actually being an asshole

[yumaisbored]

Season 5 of TMA opening with Jon’s surprise birthday party warrants jail time and financial compensation.

[akkivee]

idk, ghost kuukou not really knowing who jyushi and hitoya are kinda makes me think that maybe ghost hifumi and doppo have manifested as versions who never meet each other, so ghost hifumi never found that resolve thru doppo to change himself and ghost doppo never had to stand up for hifumi and therefore found a lot of success at a job that never broke him down 🤔