#enjoy suffering

[pinkrangerv]

Power Rangers Whump: Ryan and Dana time!

Author's note: takes place when Ryan stole the morpher, during the first fight.

The Rangers were pathetic fighters.

Ryan wasn't incredibly surprised by this. His research had found that most of the Rangers were recruited from civilian backgrounds, with a bare handful of applicable skills. They hadn't gone through the human's warrior apprenticeship—Ryan had found the name 'boot camp' but that didn't make any sense as a term in English, it had to be a nickname—and they barely knew enough about their weapons to use them.

Except one Ranger.

Dana wore Pink. It was not the color or rank of a leader, in Lightspeed's team structure, despite her having not just a medical degree and license, but having completed a true apprenticeship. She was the most qualified of them, the strongest fighter, the best trained...

And he was fighting her, alone, while the other Rangers were on the ground half-unconcious.

"Why aren't you Red, my sister?" Ryan asked, catching her arm as she struck.

"What?" Dana twisted free of his grip, striking again; Ryan countered and grasped her upper arm, twisting her. Dana twisted free, then spoke again. "What kind of demon are you? They never ask that."

...What?

Ryan's mind raced, and very suddenly there was something he remembered from his research:

Family members weren't allowed to serve on the same assignment, in the American military.

Well. Clearly alternate tactics were needed.

Ryan reached out, but this time he shifted his center of gravity, triggering a teleport as he did. Dana fell with him, and they both rolled out of the teleport together. Ryan had always been skilled with those.

Dana leapt up, only to realize she was demorphed. She glanced around and saw the open, empty space he'd built, a vast plain of grass and the odd tree, and discarded the information as useless, then set herself to attack Ryan anyway.

Ryan waited.

It only took a second, and then Dana's features shifted. She remembered him. Ryan smiled and offered a hand, palm-up. "I don't know how you forgot me, Dana." He said. "You were old enough to remember."

Dana looked oddly...blank, Ryan realized. She was looking at him as if she didn't want to remember.

Ryan felt his disgust and anger growing. He went to his sister, carefully—slowly--wrapping his arms around her. She didn't reject him or push him away; Dana rested her head against Ryan's shoulder instead, and then she clung to him.

"Didn't you ever wonder why he picked civilians over you?" Ryan asked gently. "Why you were allowed to serve under him? You're all such good weapons...but you're the only one who knows what he's not allowed to do."

Dana said nothing, but Ryan knew she heard him.

"No one in America's government even believes demons are real, do they?" Ryan said, stroking Dana's hair. His sister was shivering now, and he kept hold of her. "Our father built a Ranger team just to take his revenge on us."

"Us?" Dana whispered.

Ryan winced. Of course their father hadn't said... "Our mother. Vypra. And us."

Dana burst into tears.

Ryan held her, pressing his face into her hair. He had his sister now. His sister, his mother, his purpose. He let the illusion he'd built fade into the quiet caves adjacent to Hell, where the demons nearest Earth lived.

They were a family now. And they would take their revenge.

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[catabasis]

every day i think of the light progressively abandoning the doctor's eyes in season four

[zaana]

Rampart is not having a good time

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[sehaniine]

the queen of hearts, fated with the burden of carrying the pain inflicted by the goddess

find the totk link card here!

[emiruu-u]

This based off of the headcanon that when Cole 'activated' Lilly's statue in shintaro it shed tears at the sight of her son once again <3

[wolvesandshine]

Sirius hadn’t thought it would be a problem. He didn’t think it was something he even had to be worried about.

Really, he should have expected it.

James had a specific type after all - in other words anyone who would insult him.

And listen Sirius knew. In an abstract sort of way.

Regulus was known for his sharp tongue. But he never really made the connection. After all, Sirius was there when Regulus was still young, still unaware of everything and was the sweetest boy with the biggest heart.

And well, Sirius knew no matter what he said Regulus was still that boy inside.

So it might have slipped his mind that Regulus was, well -

“If you’re planning on killing me with that hairdo, consider it a valiant attempt.”

Sirius is about to save James’s honour when -

“If it gets you looking at me I’d say it’s doing a great job.” James said, already breathless, eyes wide as he stared at Regulus.

Regulus simply raises an eyebrow, quirking his lips.

Sirius feels a mounting sense of horror as he glances at both of them - who were fully ignoring him at the moment.

Fuck.

He had gone through all the possible outcome of their first meet up - from a duel to cold indifference.

Clearly, he’d forgotten another option.

[biruesque]

dead end.

[justaz]

lol arthur realizes with the other knights after watching merlin flirt and being hit with a wave of deja vu: holy shit you asked me out

merlin and the rest of the knights around a campfire after leaving a village bc lancelot and leon somehow started a brawl in the tavern: ???

arthur points at merlin: after valiant! you asked me to buy you a drink! you were asking me out!

merlin is busy cooking dinner and confused out of his fucking mind: what???…..valiant….oh the knight with the snakes.

gwaine who was slightly tipsy now stone cold sober and sitting up straight against a tree: wait. explain. what do you mean merlin asked you out??

arthur snaps his fingers as he recalls the memory: i apologized for sacking you and you said that if i bought you a drink we’d be even.

merlin now remembering how he had stumbled into camelot, picked a fight with a pigheaded bully which quickly turned homoerotic and flirtatious, and continued their teasing-flirting for days before merlin shot his shot and asked the prince out only to be rejected: oh yeah, i forgot i did that…..wait, you mean you didnt realize what i was asking?

arthur: no?? we argued everyday, how was i supposed to realize you were asking me out??

merlin now abandoning the dinner and staring across the camp at arthur while the rest of the knights watch their back and forth like a game of tennis: to you we were arguing, to me that was very much flirting. i thought you were flirting back so i decided to ask you. then you rejected me

arthur, mentally beating his past self up for fucking up their chance: i didn’t reject you!!! i just didn’t realize what you were asking me. how was i meant to? we fought every chance we got

leon, nudging elyan, glee and excitement riling through him: its happening!!! its finally happening!!! seven long, grueling years is finally paying off!!!

merlin, realizing the misunderstanding and acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t rejected, his flirtations just weren’t noticed - realizing he still has a chance: oh…oh i see. arthur, my dear, our fights were extremely flirtatious. need i remind you of what you said? “do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to teach you?” or “i could take you apart with one blow”

arthur, mental capabilities at an all time low: m…my dear….?????????

merlin grinning devilishly as he realizes that his flirtatious persona he had hidden away after falling head over heels for arthur can make a come back: that is what i called you. should i call you something else? say…mine?

percival gags in elyan’s ear: cheesy

elyan hides a laugh: at least they’re finally getting somewhere. better than the hopeless pining

arthur, flushed from head to toe: ah uh no um im uh

merlin thoroughly enjoying himself: oh come now, your majesty. use your words.

[koszmarnybudyn]

I finally did the trend

[yooboobies]

being obsessed is not enough i have to make this my whole personality

{cr. 0613data}

[dragonmouth]

“I lost my best friend. They killed my best friend.”

Angsty AziCrow fanart in which Aziraphale dies in Crowley’s arms in the second war between Heaven and Hell. Am I okay, you ask? No, no I am not. That’s why I draw.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

sweet child, you didn't even stand a chance

[north-noire]

you don't remember what she looks like?