#driven to fucking madness

[valtsv]

fumbling a man with long hair has felled even the mightiest warriors

[shadystranger]

dean was just about to beat this guy up after he suggested they abandon sam and only settled down with a dean from sam. It's like sam was calling off his guard dog

[frizzdotbizz]

feeling emo for the murder siblings

(don’t tag as ship/proshippers dni)

[marvel-lous-guy]

Steve: Why are you eating tofu?

Bucky: I'm trying to convince Sam I'm a vegan

Steve: Why?

Bucky: I've been stealing his chicken from the fridge and if I'm vegan, he can't accuse me of stealing it

Steve: Why not just buy your own chicken, Buck?

Bucky: this is much more fun, watch

Sam: Okay! I have had enough! WHO THE HELL! IS EATING MY GOD DAMN CHICKEN!?

[aq2003]

see normally i try to avoid and dislike using "they're ooc" as a criticism bc it's been historically used to flatten out a character's flaws. i want to use any possible in universe route to explain what's going on regardless of whether it aligns w authorial intent or not. anyway i think ten is ooc in girl in the fireplace

[electricabsolution]

ok i have some thoughts about cordelia and anya BOTH getting hurt by xander and their standing in their respective circles being shattered as a result. the popular crowd vs. vengeance demon circle. it defines them.

something about how those crowds are both being upheld/facilitated by men and the patriarchy:

cordelia being a paragon of popularity as a concept; a rich, desirable girl who also happens to be boy crazy.

and just the general idea that men act useless or abusive is so commonplace that it’s being capitalized on by vengeance demons which then becomes yet another way for men to shame women– for having the gall to get revenge on them. not to mention the leader of the famously female vengeance demon groups is a man. yeesh.

but xander of all people, fucking xander!? reaches through the veil and the women who were once untouchable and vicious become sweet on him, and in showing their hearts become real. but men, ie The Man (as proclaimed by joss fuckdon) don’t like real women because they’re messy unpredictable bitches.

and once the other leaders of their social circles see how her caricature has fallen away, cordy and anya get punished and shunned. doubly so, for having their heart broken by xander. triply so, because they know xander is a fucking loser. (i like xander this is not hate this is just facts)

final thing: it’s interesting how similar the idea of a ‘real’ woman is, to the popular girls and the vengeance demons. it’s about heartlessness i think. (i want to say that it stems from those groups being uncaring to men which joss cuntdon would deem as heartlessness, but it really isnt. they need the fucked-updeness of the patriarchy to even create these groups, but the fact that they’re groups of women at all is what forbids them from really winning. i guess it’s sort of a if-you-can’t-beat-em-join-em vibe. it just ends up putting down other women who fail to fit the bill.)

and it’s pretty funny that anya’s first introduction as a vengeance demon is for cordelia to get revenge on xander; there’s no way she would have thought she’d eventually fall for the same guy.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

guys I just had. A terrible idea.

what if all the angels that can speak all sound the same

[mifflebat]

an usagi design wip that i probably won’t finish

[giantkillerjack]

Betty is so relatable I would do the same shit for my wife

[juiceph]

Chainsaw man chapter 170 has me like this rn

[captainjonnitkessler]

"American individualism has a lot of problems and can lead to a loss of supportive community networks" - true, a problem worth talking about

"Individualism is a poison and anyone who wants to maintain a level of independence from their family, culture, or community is suspect" - BAD. WRONG AND BAD. THIS IS EXTREME CONSERVATISM DRESSED UP IN A PROGRESSIVE HAT

[vyvansecrashing]

can russia and north korea just nuke us already this is hopeless

[crimsons-whump-pile]

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[fromtheseventhhell]

It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Riverrun. She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with Lysa, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger, giggling, and he’d eaten so much mud he was sick for a week. How young they all had been. (Catelyn V, AGOT) None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. (Sansa I, AGOT)

--

“He did not know you,” Ser Rodrik said after, wondering. “He saw a pair of mud-spattered travelers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would never occur to him to suspect that one of them was the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safe enough at the inn, Ser Rodrik.” (Catelyn V, AGOT) “What were you doing to that cat, boy?” Myrcella asked again, sternly. To her brother she said, “He’s a ragged boy, isn’t he? Look at him.” She giggled. “A ragged dirty smelly boy,” Tommen agreed. They don’t know me, Arya realized. They don’t even know I’m a girl. Small wonder; she was barefoot and dirty, her hair tangled from the long run through the castle, clad in a jerkin ripped by cat claws and brown roughspun pants hacked off above her scabby knees. You don’t wear skirts and silks when you’re catching cats. (Arya III, AGOT)

--

Her two older brothers had both died in infancy, so she had been son as well as daughter to Lord Hoster until Edmure was born. Then her mother had died and her father had told her that she must be the lady of Riverrun now, and she had done that too. And when Lord Hoster promised her to Brandon Stark, she had thanked him for making her such a splendid match. (Catelyn VI, ACOK) “And Arya, well…Ned’s visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire. She had Ned’s long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it. I despaired of ever making a lady of her. She collected scabs as other girls collect dolls, and would say anything that came into her head. (Catelyn VII, ACOK)

--

He had forgotten Catelyn, until the iron brazier came crashing into the back of his head. Helmed as he was, the blow did no lasting harm, but it sent him to his knees. “Brienne, with me,” Catelyn commanded. The girl was not slow to see the chance. A slash, and the green silk parted. They stepped out into darkness and the chill of dawn. Loud voices came from the other side of the pavilion. “This way,” Catelyn urged, “and slowly. We must not run, or they will ask why. Walk easy, as if nothing were amiss.” (Catelyn IV, ACOK) It was the scariest thing she’d ever done. She wanted to run and hide, but she made herself walk across the yard, slowly, putting one foot in front of the other as if she had all the time in the world and no reason to be afraid of anyone. She thought she could feel their eyes, like bugs crawling on her skin under her clothes. Arya never looked up. If she saw them watching, all her courage would desert her, she knew, and she would drop the bundle of clothes and run and cry like a baby, and then they would have her. She kept her gaze on the ground. By the time she reached the shadow of the royal sept on the far side of the yard, Arya was cold with sweat, but no one had raised the hue and cry. (Arya IV, AGOT)

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“I’m almost a man grown, and a king—your king, ser. And I don’t fear Jaime Lannister. I defeated him once, I’ll defeat him again if I must, only …” He pushed a fall of hair out of his eyes and gave a shake of the head. “I might have been able to trade the Kingslayer for Father, but …” “… but not for the girls?” Her voice was icy quiet. “Girls are not important enough, are they?” (Catelyn I, ACOK) That much was true, Arya knew. Knights were captured and ransomed all the time, and sometimes women were too. But what if Robb won’t pay their price? She wasn’t a famous knight, and kings were supposed to put the realm before their sisters. And her lady mother, what would she say? Would she still want her back, after all the things she’d done? Arya chewed her lip and wondered. (Arya IV, ASOS)

Some parallels between Arya and Catelyn that I noticed during my re-read. It's interesting to see not only how similar they are, but also see how many moments they have that directly mirror each other.

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Platinum Wang YiBo

Because platinum Wang YiBo 😩

This bebeeee living forever in our hearts, contributed to the fever dream of speculation as to what WYB’s hair could possibly look like so I painted this AS HE WAS ON THE FLIGHT to Paris.

Get prints here

[starlightswordfight]

why are they always next to each other

I don't have any other pictures I get too invested to take any but they ALWAYS do this hear me out listen LISTEN