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idk i wanna stay active soo umm old souyo/yosuke scribbles ^_^
#persona 4#p4#p4g#yosuke hanamura#yu narukami#souyo#the version of yosuke i made up in my head is hilariously different from canon but is also real as hell. he can have 50 disorders#yosukes inferiority/dependency issues + rage in p4 being completely overshadowed by his own gooning kills me so bad#I HATE HIMIHATE HIM I HATE HIM#myart
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guys please watch romantic killer on netflix it’s the most bisexual show I’ve seen
#also there’s a canonically gender-fluid character btw.#romantic killer#also holy shit the last few episodes went so hard??? I don’t want to spoil but it had THE BEST take on feeling obligated to do romance and#consent#also the most socially intelligent MC?? Like the plot was not dependent on communication issues
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"Nobody could be that clever"
"You could"
#genuinely going to pull a sherlock and jump off a ten storey hospital building rn#idk why people think they're toxic because they're quite literally made for eachother#they both fall apart without eachother#sure they're very dependent on one another but that's just the typical Holmes and Watson dynamic#“johnlock is WRONG john HITS people and YELLS he has ANGER ISSUES!!!!”#meanwhile sherlock admitted to experimenting on john by drugging his food with a whole wednesday blanked out of john's memory lol#they cancel eachothers flaws out dw#let gay ppl be gay ppl#bbc sherlock#sherlock holmes#john watson#johnlock#the reichenbach fall
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Game-night in the batfamily has got to be crazy. You're putting a bunch of geniuses against each other and that's asking for chaos to happen.
#And when they play team up games they have to make a toss-up because they cannot decide on the teams#Nobody wants to play with Bruce except for Cass#Or Tim and Dick also if they feel bad enough#Jason wants to play with nobody#Damian thinks he could do best alone#but he would choose Grayson if he needs to#He can't tho because they make it random#Duke has no personal issues with anybody so he's a safe option for a team-up#Jason Tim and Damian however...#Steph enjoys those nights the most#Along with Dick#Except they enjoy it for very different reasons#Steph and Cass always want to be a team#That's why they need a toss-up#(Nobody likes the toss-up but Alfred started it for fairness in the game)#Tim has the worst luck so he's gotta be really smart with his moves#Or cheat without being noticed#Both work depending on who he's playing with/against#You would expect Jason to be the cheater but he's weirdly fair...#(He's a petty loser tho)#(Specially when Bruce wins)#Dick is just trying to avoid conflicts between siblings while also being the biggest asshole of a big brother whenever he can#Give Alfred a break#And somebody get Bruce out of there he's too old to play (Jason probably)#dick grayson#bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#batfamily
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The Curse Of Hope
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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.
The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.
“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”
That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.
Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.
“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.
The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.
“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”
Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.
The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”
Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.
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Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.
Luckily, Danny can provide that help.
But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.
#dpxdc#pondhead blurbs#Gotham is very lanky and tall and had dozens of necklaces around their neck#the necklaces are just cords filled with lost things the citizens have lost over the years#like bits of glass or wedding rings or hag stones made from a destroyed gargoyle#actually I have a weird picture of Gotham in my head I might draw it#it’s giving Bloodborne to me but idgaf#basically Danny meets Gotham and is trying to convince them to go with him for medical help because what the fuck#those curses are the equivalent of leaving hundreds of leeches stuck to your body for ten years#Danny is BEGGING Gotham to come with him#there’s potential for angst but if you want crack then Danny probably replaces Gotham#I think there’s already a similar fic where he becomes the new spirit of Gotham but I haven’t read all of that#anyways the Batfam are like#invasive animals that are actually helping the ecosystem recover from an even WORSE invasive species#but they aren’t supernatural heroes and they don’t understand that the issue is deeper#I’m calling this the Curse of Hope because Danny is offering hope to Gotham#but Gotham is just so tired and sick and hurt that they don’t want to risk it#they think Danny is another curse come to plague them#should he just straight up adopt the city at this point?#idk it probably depends on how it’s written#sad course is to let Gotham die. happy ending is where they are treated and returned#crack ending probably has Danny adopting the city and introducing them to his own city spirit Amity Park#oh shit is that a new ship#guys please I can’t keep doing this#Gotham City x Amity Park#how the fuck do you come up with a name for that#Burger Joints?#Wet Pavement?#bro idk I’m putting this down before I make something I might regret#low key wanna write this but like. I have so much to do
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maybe this is a stupid question but it's been on my mind and i want to know what other people think;
examples: the creator of my life as a teenage robot supporting the trans jenny headcanon, voice actors in general stating that the character they voice is a certain LGBT+ identity, etc. i really want to see people's views on this so reblogs are appreciated!
#polls#this question is so dumb sorry#but i dont want to submit it to an anonymous poll blog and wait forever for it to come out#OH YA reason i asked this is because of pickles from metalocalypse lol#(for those who dont watch it : its a cartoon hes shown naked once with no dick so ppl hc him as a trans man#the creator said it was intentional and supported the headcanon but some still dont take it as 100% canon#so i thought “hmm what does it take for someone to consider a recognised headcanon as canon?” thats why i asked lol#also watch metalocalypse its funny#OH ALSO ALSO i personally think it depends on closeness to the project#like if the creator said it = semi-canon#like lets use nagito komeada as an example. implied to be gay and the creator has implied he wouldnt be into women in a tweet#but it's still not 100% confirmed so i wouldn't take issue to someone shipping him with a girl
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Why we don’t like it when children hit us back
To all the children who have ever been told to “respect” someone that hated them.
March 21, 2023
Even those of us that are disturbed by the thought of how widespread corporal punishment still is in all ranks of society are uncomfortable at the idea of a child defending themself using violence against their oppressors and abusers. A child who hits back proves that the adults “were right all along,” that their violence was justified. Even as they would cheer an adult victim for defending themself fiercely.
Even those “child rights advocates” imagine the right child victim as one who takes it without ever stopping to love “its” owners. Tear-stained and afraid, the child is too innocent to be hit in a guilt-free manner. No one likes to imagine the Brat as Victim—the child who does, according to adultist logic, deserve being hit, because they follow their desires, because they walk the world with their head high, because they talk back, because they are loud, because they are unapologetically here, and resistant to being cast in the role of guest of a world that is just not made for them.
If we are against corporal punishment, the brat is our gotcha, the proof that it is actually not that much of an injustice. The brat unsettles us, so much that the “bad seed” is a stock character in horror, a genre that is much permeated by the adult gaze (defined as “the way children are viewed, represented and portrayed by adults; and finally society’s conception of children and the way this is perpetuated within institutions, and inherent in all interactions with children”), where the adult fear for the subversion of the structures that keep children under control is very much represented.
It might be very well true that the Brat has something unnatural and sinister about them in this world, as they are at constant war with everything that has ever been created, since everything that has been created has been built with the purpose of subjugating them. This is why it feels unnatural to watch a child hitting back instead of cowering. We feel like it’s not right. We feel like history is staring back at us, and all the horror we felt at any rebel and wayward child who has ever lived, we are feeling right now for that reject of the construct of “childhood innocence.” The child who hits back is at such clash with our construction of childhood because we defined violence in all of its forms as the province of the adult, especially the adult in authority.
The adult has an explicit sanction by the state to do violence to the child, while the child has both a social and legal prohibition to even think of defending themself with their fists. Legislation such as “parent-child tort immunity” makes this clear. The adult’s designed place is as the one who hits, and has a right and even an encouragement to do so, the one who acts, as the person. The child’s designed place is as the one who gets hit, and has an obligation to accept that, as the one who suffers acts, as the object. When a child forcibly breaks out of their place, they are reversing the supposed “natural order” in a radical way.
This is why, for the youth liberationist, there should be nothing more beautiful to witness that the child who snaps. We have an unique horror for parricide, and a terrible indifference at the 450 children murdered every year by their parents in just the USA, without even mentioning all the indirect suicides caused by parental abuse. As a Psychology Today article about so-called “parricide” puts it:
Unlike adults who kill their parents, teenagers become parricide offenders when conditions in the home are intolerable but their alternatives are limited. Unlike adults, kids cannot simply leave. The law has made it a crime for young people to run away. Juveniles who commit parricide usually do consider running away, but many do not know any place where they can seek refuge. Those who do run are generally picked up and returned home, or go back on their own: Surviving on the streets is hardly a realistic alternative for youths with meager financial resources, limited education, and few skills.
By far, the severely abused child is the most frequently encountered type of offender. According to Paul Mones, a Los Angeles attorney who specializes in defending adolescent parricide offenders, more than 90 percent have been abused by their parents. In-depth portraits of such youths have frequently shown that they killed because they could no longer tolerate conditions at home. These children were psychologically abused by one or both parents and often suffered physical, sexual, and verbal abuse as well—and witnessed it given to others in the household. They did not typically have histories of severe mental illness or of serious and extensive delinquent behavior. They were not criminally sophisticated. For them, the killings represented an act of desperation—the only way out of a family situation they could no longer endure.
- Heide, Why Kids Kill Parents, 1992.
Despite these being the most frequent conditions of “parricide,” it still brings unique disgust to think about it for most people. The sympathy extended to murdering parents is never extended even to the most desperate child, who chose to kill to not be killed. They chose to stop enduring silently, and that was their greatest crime; that is the crime of the child who hits back. Hell, children aren’t even supposed to talk back. They are not supposed to be anything but grateful for the miserable pieces of space that adults carve out in a world hostile to children for them to live following adult rules. It isn’t rare for children to notice the adult monopoly on violence and force when they interact with figures like teachers, and the way they use words like “respect.” In fact, this social dynamic has been noticed quite often:
Sometimes people use “respect” to mean “treating someone like a person” and sometimes they use “respect” to mean “treating someone like an authority” and sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “if you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person” and they think they’re being fair but they aren’t, and it’s not okay.
(https://soycrates.tumblr.com/post/115633137923/stimmyabby-sometimes-people-use-respect-to-mean)
But it has received almost no condemnation in the public eye. No voices have raised to contrast the adult monopoly on violence towards child bodies and child minds. No voices have raised to praise the child who hits back. Because they do deserve praise. Because the child who sets their foot down and says this belongs to me, even when it’s something like their own body that they are claiming, is committing one of the most serious crimes against adult society, who wants them dispossessed.
Sources:
“The Adult Gaze: a tool of control and oppression,” https://livingwithoutschool.com/2021/07/29/the-adult-gaze-a-tool-of-control-and-oppression
“Filicide,” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filicide
#repost of someone else’s content#medium repost#Alba M.#purity culture#ageism#adultism#youth oppression#childism#child abuse#parental abuse#youth rights#youthlib#youth liberation#parricide#nuclear family abolition#anarchism#note: I would consider reevaluating the demonization of adults who kill their parents too#many victims remain entrapped well into adulthood#there are still a lot of issues of economic dependency and control especially for young adults#and I don’t think such a totalizing power imbalance engendered in childhood is so easily levelled#even if an adult does become financially independent#likewise for adult victims of intimate partner abuse: also structurally made difficult for them to leave#even if not criminalized to the same degree#anti-abuser aktion
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#this is a girlblog#girlblogging#just girly things#girlhood#this is what makes us girls#lana del rey#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#hell is a teenage girl#female manipulator#attachment issues#emotionally unstable#emotionally dependent#emotionally drained#block dont report#dont leave me#daddy's good girl#daddy’s bunny#dumb bunny#this is a cry for help#mommy issues#daddy issues
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did someone actually hate on your fave? or did they neutrally attribute a trait to them that you've unnecessarily negatively moralized and you hurt own feelings about it? or, perhaps, did you project too hard and now interpret even mild critique or simple acknowledgement of interesting character flaws as an ad hominem attack on yourself?
#like I'm sorry but. as an essek stan. skill issue.#ngl I'm more inclined to block someone going 'essek is baby who has never done anything wrong in his life and he should be exonerated'#than someone going 'essek is a horrible criminal and he should die'#the first is like 'incorrect. even his partner does not hold this opinion.'#the second is like 'depending on your tone it's possible you have a point. let's talk it out and see if you do'#I myself have also had my fave formally executed on occasion. for kicks and angst. 😌#actually laughing this reminded me of a one-shot post live show that I never finished where caleb and essek basically have this conversatio#I should actually finish and post that#anyway this is not that serious it's just constantly on my mind on this hellsite
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Legends tell about a tiefling knight born during a two moons eclipse, his face eaten by horns and his two eyes like raising suns. (Meet Echo, my character from our dnd campaign Mauntmagor)
#dungeons and dragons#dnd#tiefling#knight#ttrpg art#my art#His horns' growth follows the phases of the two moons and can grow or crumble depending on it#It doesn't show on this portrait but he has time related powers#and big daddy issues#I'm working on a big project with him and his lover Galahad! I'll tell you more about this later!
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Nicky: what are you guys doing?
Neil, with a face mask and cucumbers on his eyes: having a 'self care' date
Nicky: oh can I join?
Andrew, matching Neil: what part of date do you not understand?
Nicky: but Kevin is here *points at a sleeping but matching Kevin*
Andrew: so?
Neil: we can't leave him out, he'll get lonely
Andrew: he's like our mascot.
Nicky:..........
#kevin is their permant 3rd wheel#he has too since he has no friends#and co dependency issues#aftg#neil josten#andrew minyard#all for the game#andreil#kevin day#aftg kevin#nicky hemmick#all for the gay
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Wild to me that photo-shoots like this exist and no one has yet written the AU where Charles has many outfits for Edwin to lose his mind over. But it’s about more than just the outfits, of course. It always is.
So... if I were to do it it'd be like this:
Charles’ history and childhood are the same, and he’s chock-full of confidence issues, anger, a profound need for validation. When he’s in front of a camera he can make that all disappear for a bit, and just be pretty.
But what is he worth when what he is isn’t pretty? When he’s full of spitting, incandescent rage so strong it scares him; when all he wants is to fight back against the people who hurt him?
He thinks it’s ugly how much he can’t stand his dad. How jagged he is inside. How much he wants to be loved and held safe. How deep he carries the shame for wanting to simply be admired, and for daring to think he could deserve it.
He learns his way around a cricket pitch because he has to. Because it’s the thing to do. The thing that’s going to get him the least hurt, at home and at school. But it’s not foolproof: He’s never quite one of the lads. Never quite the right sort of son, either.
Charles who saves up for ages for drapey, pretty things; lovely things; things that feel too nice and look too nice on him, and secrets them away because if his father or his friends find them he’ll be dead. Charles who finds a secondhand camera in a charity shop. Charles who takes secret photos in the middle of the night of himself wearing his secret clothes, photos in which he could maybe be the kind of person he wishes he could be all the time. Confident. Cool. Not just pretty but beautiful. Unbroken.
He stashes the photos even though it would be safer not to keep them at all. And maybe it should be enough just to know he took them. But some selfish and needy part of him wants the evidence, the physical proof. So he’s got this shoebox of photographs stashed under a loose floorboard in his dormitory room at St. Hilarion’s, and after he dies, he retrieves it before he and Edwin leave the school together forever.
He won’t let Edwin look inside the box, at first.
Charles doesn’t show up on film anymore, or in mirrors. He tries to keep it a secret from Edwin—that this might be the bit that hurts the worst about dying, the being invisible. But it’s harder to keep this a secret than other things about his past.
He doesn’t have to really actually say it. It’s the wistful glances that do him in, probably, the ones he fails to hide well enough. One day, with no preamble, Edwin presents him with a full-length mirror in an ornate frame. “We going somewhere, mate?” Charles asks. Edwin tells him no, this mirror is different. He’s enchanted it. “Look again, Charles,” he says gently. And Charles looks again, and realizes he can see himself.
And who the fuck is going to stop him choosing what he likes now, when he’s picking out his outfits for the afterlife? His cunt of a dad? The ignorant tossers who drowned him to death? Charles’d like to see any of them try.
It seems like it won’t be Edwin who stops him either—Edwin, who goes a little glazed round the eyes every time Charles draws up short to stare at a silk shirt in a highstreet window. Nah, Edwin Payne’s a bloody first-rate enabler of all of Charles’ base needs to feel worth it. Charles has got the best best mate in the world. He doesn’t say anything as Charles’ wardrobe slowly grows. Just smiles his little enigmatic smile, the one that's just for Charles with its tantalizing flash of teeth, and drags his gaze over Charles like he approves of Charles’ daring every time Charles wears something new.
So one day he shows Edwin the box. The photos. A month later Edwin brings him a vintage camera and a roll of spelled film. Offers to photograph him.
And Charles could cry. Could shake apart into tiny little pieces. He wants to be seen so fucking bad. By Edwin in specific. By Edwin, who wraps himself all up in tweed and pinstripes and flushes regularly at the sight of Charles’ collarbone. By prim and proper Edwin, who puts his hand on the small of Charles’ back and tells him to buy the silk shirt; that is why they get paid for taking on cases, isn’t it, after all? Port Townsend has changed him. Changed them both.
“We all have our pleasures,” Edwin says, and there’s that smile again, that raised eyebrow—and what does it mean? Charles wants to know Edwin’s pleasures. Wants to be one of them.
Can he be one of them?
There’s a tiny little thrift store in this little seaside town, crammed full of clothes Charles loves almost viscerally and just has to have - but he doesn’t try any of them on until they’re back home in London, in the familiar comfort of their cluttered, dimly-lit office. He digs the camera out of the bag of tricks backpack then, puts in the film; checks and rechecks that he’s put it in right.
One evening he sets the camera on the desk in front of Edwin, who is reading. Waits patiently for his attention to catch on it and for his curious eyes to lift to Charles’ face.
“Right,” Charles says. Past the lump of nerves in his throat and the phantom heat in his cheeks and the impending thrill of being looked at. “About those photographs. You asked if I’d...”
“Be amenable,” Edwin finishes for him, like he’s remembering their conversation precisely.
Charles wants to shrivel up. And he also wants to stand taller, prouder. Angle himself just right. Because Edwin’s watching him now, appraising, and the idea that he might like what he sees makes something unbearably good fizzle down Charles' spine. “Well, I'm. I'm a bit more than amenable, mate,” he says. His voice is a rasp in his throat.
“Are you indeed,” Edwin says evenly. He steeples his fingers. Like Charles is a case and he’s already solved him. Like Charles is one of his cherished first-edition detective magazines with a fraying binding and Edwin is going to fix him right up.
Maybe it'll be easy. Done in a flash. Or if not, maybe Edwin will be up for the challenge. Charles wants to find out which, more than he's ever wanted something in his entire short life and in his afterlife combined.
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#payneland#charles rowland#in the wise words of manicpixiedreamedwins these two are so freak4freak#and unfortunately (or depending on your perspective fortunately) for all of you i actually cannot desist until i've made them be kinky#cw child abuse#cw self worth issues#cw slight internalized homophobia/biphobia#seventeen going under playing in the background of this entire premise tbh#GOD THE KID LOOKS SO TIRED
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SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS,
BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY,
IT TAKES TWO TO TOXIC!
FINALLY!!! Finished these pics of jinx I’ve been working on!!!!! HOLY SHIT, these took so long…. But finally… they’re done… pls enjoy this art of my beautiful princess w a disorder. Featuring alternate colors for the big pic and also a closeup! Cuz I rlly like how both the lines and coloring on her face turned out… like the pink gradients w her eye… her deer in headlights expression,, like uve just startled a raccoon digging thru ur trashcan and r two seconds away from getting mauled.. m proud of it!
#arcane#league of legends#jinx#jinx arcane#arcane jinx#doodles#hate and love how hardcore I relate to jinx…#little sisters w dependency issues.. + a whole lot of other issues#anyway the ‘he’ in the ‘crazy girl’ lyrics is in my mind referring to both vi and silco lol#I’m sORRY! I keep seeing ppl hardcore pitting these 2 bad bitches against each other#and it’s like… silco is objectively. morally worse than vi.. vi is not like. a ruthless crime lord#vi IS 100% trying her best and loves her sister. but she still screwed up w jinx#and silco ALSO truly loves jinx. but also screwed up by fucking. trauma bonding w her ghgh-#like.. silco is too close. he’s like. yes go apeshit jinx I support and love you and understand u no matter what fucked up shit u do.#were the same. and that’s beautiful!!! I love how supportive he is…#but its like.. silcos too close. he just became a new person for jinx to glomp onto and base her self esteem around after vi left#and he doesn’t manipulate that on purpose but. he DOES effect that girls mental state. cuz he needs her too#meanwhile vi is too far away… she thinks she knows who jinx is. but jinx has changed… time marches forward. she’s not that little girl#anymore#and nOW! after the finale jinx has NOBODY TO BE CODEPENDENT W..#her mental state has always been so tied up in how the ppl she puts on pedestals view her#and now there’s no pedestal anymore. she knocked down the statues. she’s alone…#it’s interesting….#anyway I’m not trying to say vi is as bad as silco at ALL. just that she’s an equally important building block in jinx’s mind#that has made her into the fucked up lil person she is today. and I think that’s neat.#lol anyway! I’m hyped for season 2….#aLSO GOD DAMN THIS GIRLS OUTFIT IS COMPLICATED. WHY DO U GOT SO MANY BITS N BOBS JINX??? I mean I get it accessories rock.#but u take so much time to draw ghfhg- require so much brainpower#aLSO ADDENDUM. while silco is objectively morally worse than vi his relationship w jinx is genuinely. like. makes me emotional ghgh-#its not perfect. or healthy. but… it’s. the both of them. being seen. and accepted. and loved and understood.. and I love that shit.
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Basically a in-depth look of how Project 2025 will deeply FUCKED Over black people and will seriously harm black Americans. By making America " White " again and into a White only Christian Fundamentalist government controlled theocratic nation.
This shit isn't a joke and is terrifying as hell.
Literally, this plan is every white supremacist and Neo-Nazis dream come true.
FUCKING VOTE!
#project 2025#us politics#black community#politics#2024 presidential election#election 2024#political#fuck conservatives#fuck trump#white supremism#vote 2024#2024 elections#voting#vote dammit#racial issues#get out the vote#america#trump is a threat to democracy#vote for democracy#racism#fuck maga#fuck the gop#vote like your life depends on it
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One of my favorite hcs/fic tropes is a good majority of the Enterprise crew being attracted to Kirk, and that it’s intentional/encouraged by him
Like yea he’s an incredibly competent captain and that instills enough trust on its own. Being approachable and friendly helps a lot too- but, as a captain, you want to ensure your crew is as devoted to you as possible, you know? and if flaunting your… assets around the ship helps to further that, then might as well.
there’s a secret ship newsletter that just features “this week’s Shirtless Captain pics!” Because he has a habit of strolling the halls glistening and topless after hitting the gym, or after completing a physical in medbay, or- any time really.
#theres a distinct divide in the crew of people who are attracted to him and people who view him as a mentor/father figure#depends on how many parental issues you have#star trek#james t kirk#jim kirk#james kirk
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mahiru tsuyuzaki has a Type
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#revue starlight#tsuyuzaki mahiru#aijou karen#kagura hikari#minase suzu#mahiru tsuyuzaki#karen aijou#hikari kagura#suzu minase#doodles#mine#the mahikaren dynamic of “the girl with the dependency issues and inferiority complex holds the braincell” is so funny to me#she went from chasing her crush with a mace while swing blared from the cartoonishly drawn speakers to herding said crush and the object of#her jealousy around like a pair of unruly puppies#the switch flip for hikamahi always gets me. the moment mahiru was fine with her hikari instantly made her her mom#mahikaren#hikamahi#mahisuzu#I FORGOR THE SHIP TAGS
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