#i feel so mean for making my boy sad

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[triglycercule]

horror being very specific with table manners and he berates people (dust and killer) for eating like fucking pigs

i think it'd be morbidly funny that because there was no food in horrortale but the cutlery and stuff was all there that maybe he would pretend to eat with no food on the plate. it was in a satirical way that he would joke maybe around horror paps or alone where he would pretend to eat and have really good table manners but then the satire joke became REAL and now horror is incredibly specific about how to eat food

you MUST hold the fork in the left and knife in right says horror. no killer you can't duel wield the fucking knives this is a table not a slaughterhouse. dust pick up your elbows off the table. actually how about you get your entire upper body off the table tf why are you SLEEPING ON THE FOOD??? killer's sitting fetal position in the chair because of course he wouldn't sit normally like the idiot he is. dust is forced to put his hood down and reveal his face no more mysterious shadow style because it puts horror at ease. they cannot have a single peaceful meal because once they get past the table manners phase it then becomes a completion to see who can eat the least (because they suck at everything including eating)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[pianapplez]

Hello there 👋👀,

So I just found your blog and had a lot of fun scrolling through all the pjo show crit😂 I couldn't help but notice that one tag you left on a post where you said you had some beef with Annabeth's portrayal in the books 👀 Would you mind elaborating on that if you're comfortable with it🙈? Because I absolutely share that sentiment, but it's sooo veeeery rare that I see other people express anything like it... I've found that trying to be a part of the fandom can be pretty alienating most of the time, if you're not exactly the biggest most devoted Percabeth shipper...😅 And often any criticism leveled at Annabeth just gets you a smack with the "internalized-misogyny" hammer... it's even worse in the tv show now due to... obvious reasons...

Again just if you're comfortable with answering of course🙈 There is a reason I stayed on anon after all...😅😂

Really glad you asked because i finally get to ramble about this heheheh (going forward, know that i skimmed over The Last Olympian to have a clearer sense of what I meant because that's the book where Rick fumbles her character more than the others)

i'm gonna try to make as much sense as possible but short answer would be, she's underdeveloped. Long answer:

She really got on my nerves in the last two books, with the whole Rachel debacle and then the Battle of New York. I can't really remember a single moment in those books where she and Percy aren't bickering or having heated discussions, which really made me question their friendship status. Of course, it's not like friends can't fight and it obviously builds up the (romantic) tension between them, but it got unbearable at one point.

I understand she's a teenager in an incredibly stressful situation that didn't even get to have a normal upbringing- she grew up way too fast (run away at 7, head counselor at 12) while also not really maturing, which is not a problem for a character, if it is handled properly. Given the fact that I am writing this, Riordan did not.

On the surface, my biggest beef is that Annabeth is not exactly held accountable for her actions (ie. treating Rachel a bit like shit and going off on Percy for a bunch of stuff.) I know Percy is to blame a bit here: as far as we know, in TLO he basically cuts the greek world out of his life as much as he can as a coping mechanism. And while yes, he never apologizes either, he doesn't give her nearly half the hard time she gives him: always either giving him the cold shoulder (there must be at least one example of this in the entire series but i cant be bothered to look it up sorry) or starting an argument only to then storm off (see the "you're a coward, Percy Jackson!" scene, which is not the fairest example since she was confronting Percy about ignoring camp but also was a bit too harsh about it) (especially after finally reading the prophecy and being under the impression that he was absolutely going to die when he turned 16 lmao) or just straight up storming off (see, Annabeth reacting when Rachel shows up for the first time during the battle of new york). While most of these feel, at least to some degree, fairly justified given how the entire situation does an absolute number on her emotions, she comes off a bit brattish and like she's trying to rile Percy up, especially when it comes to Rachel, which in the context of a battle that could mean the destruction of the world.... Well, it reads as a bit childish to me, and i wouldn't exactly have that much of a problem with it if it was dealt with in some way (a two-way apology would be nice).

After that first impression, i realized that Annabeth is barely ever anything else other than a plot device (when relating to Luke) or a love interest (when relating to Percy). This might be because the books are on Percy's POV. Hell, on the third book he's even conflicted when Annabeth is considering joining the Hunters of Artemis, aka, when making a choice for herself would mean he loses her (which is fine and dandy but it feels like Percy is more upset about her choosing her own path rather than being sad about not seeing her as often); we really only get a few glimpses of her, as in, actually her when she's on her own.

Obviously it's impossible to talk about Annabeth without touching on percabeth, which also is, in my opinion, what hinders Annabeth's character the most. On paper they sound great. The guy whose fatal flaw is loyalty falls in love with a girl whose been let down by people over and over, and she decides to never give up on the boy whose always had people give up on him (can't find one of the million posts that talks about this right now but it always goes something like that) And yeah, the bickering is really well written! But that's literally as far as it ever goes: they don't ever seem to have fun together, because 8 times out of 10 the bickering ends up being passive aggressive, and mostly done by Annabeth. My biggest gripe about percabeth is that their friendship seems to be based off... shared trauma. Literally. Other than going on quests together we are given no examples of them hanging out, nor a reason why they would want to spend time together in the first place, not even a shared hobby. Yes, in the fourth book they had a movie "date" planned but of course they didn't even get to it, and surprise surprise, they had a minor discussion, and surprise surprise, Annabeth was passive aggressive again. It's hard to picture them having fun together when even the author doesn't write in any scenes in which they get along smoothly (and before you say anything, a scene in which they get along where neither of them is about to die, and they're not talking about previous adventures. Gets a bit hard then, doesn't it?) It's even harder to picture them as a couple when the moment she gets upset about something, she starts coming off as emotionally manipulative (see, again, literally any conversation with Rachel or about Rachel)

To be fair, the books are relatively short and don't allow many "filler" chapters, if you will; there's always something happening to keep the main plot or a minor plot point moving forward, but it's not like there is no room to develop the characters' relationships, especially when we're talking about the main char and what is essentially his endgame. As an example we have Percy and Clarisse, or Percy and Beckendorf. Their interactions are brief but still hold so much weight.

Worst of all, Annabeth could be one hell of a character; what's most interesting of all is how being a daughter of Athena she is still incredibly emotionally driven, which is displayed very clearly with her fatal flaw being pride: her telling the Sphynx that her questions were too easy was not smart nor strategic: it was completely impulsive. I seriously think she wasn't far from being the best character in the series had she been given more time.

I guess i have as much beef with Annabeth as i have with Rick for doing her dirty. I really could sum this up with: while her emotions are justified, she acts upon them quite poorly. And this is what i mean when i say she's underdeveloped, because it would've been nice to see her come to her senses a bit.

Would love to read anyone's opinions on her character though, feel free to comment, even (or especially) if you don't agree with me!

[princesshair]

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[your-local-hyperfixater]

There was something so heartbreaking about how scared of being alone Basim was when he realized he would never see Nehal again. She might not have been real, but she was real to him and to me 😔. There was terror in his voice when he asked if he would be alone. Nehal was his best friend, his past and present. She was his constant companion throughout his childhood, a time when he probably felt very alone. His father is dead and he has to find a way to survive. He is alone. No parents, no brothers, no one. Yet there was Nehal. The one who he could always find. The one who kept him company. The one who kept him grounded and focused on important things. It was her face he saw when he awoke from his nightmares. It was her who comforted him and tried to help him get rid of them. It was her who appeared when he felt alone or conflicted. She was there when he needed her the most. At Alamut, he was never really alone. He was surrounded by people who encouraged him and cared about him. But when he left, she was there for him. They may have drifted apart, but you can't deny that they still loved each other (platonically). They had differing opinions and motivations, but they would still find peace in each other's presence. Their friendship was one of devotion and care for one another. There was never any fear that Nehal would abandon Basim. She always told him that she would never leave him and stay by his side forever. No matter where he was, he knew Nehal was out there. He knew she would be back in Anbar. She was his home, everything familiar to him. The part of him he could never leave behind. The part of him that would haunt him if he had not gone searching.

Now, he will never see her again. He will never talk to her again. He will never joke with her again. He will never hug her again. He will never rest knowing she would be there to wake him if he had a nightmare again. He will never hear the words he so desperately needs again. He will never be able to return to Anbar and find the house inhabited by a familiar face again. She is gone, and he will be alone. Not even a mentor to guide him. With Nehal's "death," Basim also died. He is now Loki, with all of his rage.

While Nehal was the manifestation of Loki and her appearance was concurrent with Basim's nightmares and him getting closer to the truth, that isn't how he saw it !! He associated her with comfort and home !! He never pieced it together. Why would he? His feelings were real and genuine. They were the truest besties ever

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[thnksfrthmmrs]

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[rintoki]

i wish there was more femdom artists for my favourite characters it’s actually so sad how minuscule the demographic for femdom is

[dirtytransmasc]

TLK S5 SPOILERS:

just gonna drop this here real quick....

sorry not sorry.

[tokyocyborg]

[love-songs-for-emma]

i was on zillow today, fantasizing about being able to live somewhere, when i came across the listing for my childhood home. it wasn't active/being sold, but it was on there with some pics of the interior. and my GOD. THEY MADE HER UGLY. THEY TOOK HER RUSTIC PUSSY OUT. WHAT THE FUCK

[hoperenae]

Turning Heads (a Haikyuu fanfic by hoperenae)

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PART 26- Sorry

The third set was a steady uphill battle. We each took the lead several times, and everyone was truly at the top of their game. I had never felt sharper, more in tune with my body’s movements. About halfway through, we were leading 17-16. It was our longest rally yet, but we refused to let the ball drop. I jumped up for the spike and sliced my cleanest cross shot yet. Iwaizumi stretched to try to pick it up but was half a second too late. 

Once again, Aoba Johsai was the first to reach 20 points, but we were only one point behind this time. With Daichi’s encouraging words, we tied it up. Before we knew it, we were back at deuce, 24-24. With Kageyama’s brilliant setter dump, we made it to match point. In another never-ending rally, Oikawa chased the ball out of the court, pointed to Iwaizumi, and set the ball toward him from insanely far away. I was so distracted by Oikawa crashing into the courtside chairs that I almost didn’t notice Daichi receiving Iwa’s spike. Tanaka dove for the ball and Asahi spiked it, but they received it. 

After we traded the ball a couple more times, we finally had a clear chance to score. Hinata got a good running approach and spiked the ball right into the blockers fingertips. Oikawa was poised to receive it, but he was too late. The ball hit the floor and dramatically bounced several times before coming to a stop at the back wall. The room was silent, and then…we erupted.

I clapped my hand over my mouth and my vision blurred as tears flooded my eyes. Just like last time, I collapsed to the ground in disbelief. But unlike last time, I couldn’t stop the massive grin from spreading across my face. I felt invincible.

I saw everyone else run to Hinata and Kageyama, so I did the same. I jumped on Kageyama’s back and ruffled his hair with my fist. 

“You brilliant bastard!” I cried as the others joined in and did the same to Hinata. We all hugged and cried and laughed and smiled like we never had before. When it was time to line up, coach practically had to pull us all apart. When we approached the other team at the net, I finally locked eyes with Oikawa. 

His eyes were dark and intense, and his gaze was fixated on Kageyama. A seemingly permanent scowl was pasted on his face. When he shook my hand, he looked at me and his face softened for a half a second before he quickly looked away.

We said our thank yous to the crowd and huddled back up as a team, slapping each other’s backs and shedding a few tears of joy. After a quick post-game chat, coach told us to load up and we would talk more back at the school.

Just as I was about to walk out the front doors, I spotted the Seijoh boys toward the end of the hallway, gathering their things to begin their solemn ride home. Oikawa and Iwa were talking with their heads bowed low, like they were too heavy to keep upright. A few pieces of my heart broke off. I approached them cautiously. When I was near enough, they lifted their heads and saw me. Iwa nodded at me and gave Oikawa a slap on the shoulder before walking away to give us privacy.

“Hey,” I said, barely above a whisper. Oikawa said nothing. I cleared my throat. “Listen, I—”

“Please, don’t,” Oikawa said. His gaze was on his shoes beneath him, and when he lifted his head, I saw his nose twitch like it did when he was about to cry.

“Just listen to me, okay?” I paused, and when he didn’t say anything, I took it as my cue to continue.

“I’m not gonna tell you that I feel bad for winning because I don’t. We deserved that win. We worked our asses off for that win. But I am gonna say that I’m sorry this was your last shot at nationals. I’m sorry that we took that away from you. I’m sorry you won’t get to play volleyball with your friends anymore, Toruu.”

And with that last line, I knew I had hit a sore spot. But instead of yelling at me, instead of telling me to screw off and leave him alone, Oikawa Toruu burst into tears and crumpled into me, his head resting on my shoulder and arms at his side.

I wrapped my arms around his midsection and let him stay like that for a bit until eventually, his sobs subsided, and he lifted his head from me.

“You have to win,” he sniffed, wiping his nose on his shirtsleeve. “Win, and then win some more. Defeat them all.” He furrowed his brow sternly.

“We will,” I declared, sticking out my fist. Oikawa nodded, and his lips curved up in the slightest attempt of a smile.

TAGLIST: @bokuroibi @lemurzsquad

[imgonnagetyoubacktv]

my best friend's MOTHER called me to scold me about being depressed and self isolating lol what has life even come to

[charonte-simi]

goddamn it

[orcelito]

Took a few months but the situation at work is finally truly blowing up

I may or may not join in a workplace abuse claim against my old boss using old blog posts and discord messages of me venting as proof ☺️

It'd be me burning the bridge of having him as a reference later down the line, but honestly I think I can get by without him.