#i really dont know if any of this makes sense

[amnxp]

Thinkin about you

Pairing: Jason todd x fem!reader

Summary:Jason just came home from a long mission and he just can‘t seem to fucking find you in your apartment.

Warning: panic attacks, kissing yk the usual

Wordcount: 2.1k

A/N: had to pump something out since ill see you in a minute is taking a little backseat also abril dont use Frank Ocean songs as your title challenge GO all aside guys i have 100 followers thats insane!!the other day i was just celebrating having 20??? Now100????TYSM:^^

Aight Toodles!

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Jason kicked the door shut behind him, the weight of two weeks undercover in Narrows scum clinging to his shoulders like a second skin.

He was still in his tactical gear, boots scuffed, knuckles split, lip blood red and rse from him biting it too much and helmet hanging from his fingertips. All he wanted was a goddamn shower and to find you curled up on the couch, half-asleep in one of his old shirts, perhaps waiting on him even when he clearly told you he didn‘t know when he would return, something playing low on the TV that you weren’t really watching.

But the apartment was silent. Still. Too still. He frowned.

“Babe?” he called, his voice hoarse. Nothing. Not even the sound of you rustling around in the tiny-ass kitchen that barely had space for both your bodies when he pressed you against the counter. “You here?”

No answer.

He dropped the helmet onto the couch with a dull thud, scanning the living room- small, lived-in, your touch on everything. Blanket thrown over the armrest. Mug on the coffee table. One of your socks under the edge of the couch. The place looked like you'd just stepped out for a second. But his gut told him otherwise.

Jason moved fast when he was worried. But now in your way too small apart he was bumping into the walls. Bootsteps heavy as he checked the bedroom, the bathroom, the closet you both swore you'd clean out last week. Nothing. No bag missing. No note. No message on his phone, not that he’d had service the last two days. "Goddammit..." he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. The apartment barely fit him on a good day — hell, it barely fit both of you, and that was half the charm. But now it just felt... empty. Wrong. Where the fuck were you? He felt his heart start to race and his breaths start to leave him in short, quick, strong breaths that hurt. Before he could start ripping the walls off of your apartment because maybe-just maybe-you were hiding underneath them as a prank a new thought entered his messed up brain. Maybe joker got to you. Maybe Joker got to….you. And he swore to whatever entity above if joker got his hands on you he would tear Gotham from limb to limb until there were ashes left in place of the godforsaken city. His shaking hands fiddled with his phone to try and call Dick. Dick was still on patrol sround the area maybe he could go out and search for you as Jason gets every weapon known and unknown to mankind to torture any of Joker‘s goons for information because any other explanation wouldn‘t make sense to him.

He has you. He has you. He has you.

And maybe you were already dead.

His phone fell from his trembling hands as he tried to pick it up again but his heart was beating too fast his hands were shaking too much snd they were too sweaty snd everything just fucking hurt and why the fuck weren‘t you here? On his knees now his hands found his hair as he digged into the strands.

„Jay?“

His head snapped over his shoulder towards the door and there you stood. Key in hand and your eyebrows furrowed and not a fucking worry in sight about maybe perhaps being captured by the Joker. If Jason couldn‘t breathe before right now he certainly couldn‘t.

His eyes glossed over and he parted his lips to speak but before he could even think of saying anything you quickly close the door behind you, mindful not to actually slam it shut, and rush towards him as you land on your knees before him. His face contores into a small grimace as your knees scrape against the rough hard wood floor you had. Your nimble hands cradle his face and he can see your mouth moving but he can’t hear anything. His ears are ringing and everything around him was going in and out of focus. All he could actually focus on was you. Your thumbs brushed over the stubble on his cheeks as you tried to get him to look at you- really look at you.

“Jay. Jay, baby? Baby, breathe. It‘s Okay.” Your voice cut through the white noise like a lifeline, soft but urgent and in a whisper, your fingers slipping into his hair replacing his rough ones that pulled at the strands just to ground him.

His lips trembled. You were warm. Solid. Alive. And he was going to throw up.

Jason surged forward, his arms wrapping around you so tight it knocked the air out of your lungs, but you didn’t care and you were quite sure that he didn‘t either. You held him just as tightly, if not more. He buried his face in your shoulder and breathed. In. Out. In again. It was messy, shaky, and uneven, but the scent of you — familiar, grounding — was enough to make the world tilt back into focus. Slowly.

"I thought-" His voice cracked. “I thought he had you.”

You felt it then — the wet heat of tears hitting your skin. He had cried in front of you before. Many nights where his nightmares were just too real for him to bear alone. He would softly wake you up snd you would hold him as he silently weot into you and you never judged him. Not him or his past. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his temple.

“I just went outside for a second,��� you whispered. “We were out of coffee. You always want coffee when you get back from a job. I wanted to get you some but i forgot my wallet. Kinda glad i did right now“ a soft chuckle escapes you.

Jason shook his head against you, still holding on like letting go might undo you, might unmake you and all the fragile peace you brought into his chaos. “Didn’t see a message. Nothing. Place was too quiet. I-I thought…”

“I know.” You combed your fingers through his hair again, slow and soothing, like you’d done on the nights the nightmares were too loud. “You’ve been out there too long. Everything feels wrong when you come back.” You place your chin ontop of his hand as you keep ranking through the back of his head.

“It wasn’t just that,” he choked out. “I felt it. That...in my chest. The panic. I couldn’t breathe. You weren’t here. I thought it was like that time. I thought-fuck, I don’t even know what I thought, just that it was happening again. I was there again with him..”

In that warehouse.

With death.

You tightened your grip around him.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jay,” you said. “You hear me? You could raze Gotham to the ground looking for me, and I’d still come home to you.” He laughed then, but it was hollow, cracked down the middle, his forehead pressing hard against the crook of your neck. “Don’t say that. You shouldn’t have to come home to this.”

You didn’t say anything for a beat. Just held him. Let him collapse without shame. Because you knew better than anyone that Jason Peter Todd was the strongest man known. But even steel buckles under enough pressure.

Eventually, you pulled back, hands moving to cup his face again. His eyes were bloodshot. His skin, pale. His lip, cracked. He looked wrecked. Destroyed. “C’mon,” you murmured gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He shook his head in a frenzy. “I don’t want to move.”

“We don’t have to go far,” you promised. “Just the bathroom. I’ll draw you a bath. And we can sit. That’s it. Just sit me and you.”

You guided him up slowly, carefully, mindful of how unsteady he was on his feet, when you realised you wouldn‘t get another answer out of him. His grip never left you — one hand tangled in the fabric of your hoodie, the other on your waist. Like if he let go, the floor might open up and swallow him whole and he would be back there.

In the bathroom, you flicked the lights on and turned the faucet. The water hissed into the tub, and the steam quickly filled the room. Jason stood behind you, leaning against the sink. You turned and reached for the hem of his suit. Only now did you realize that he still had it on.

He flinched.

“Hey.” Your voice was soft, coaxing. “It’s me.” Jason closed his eyes. Breathed in again.

Bruises, fresh and healing, littered his torso like a road map of violence. The jagged scar near his ribs — the one that never fully faded — was red around the edges. You didn’t ask if he’d reopened it. You already knew. He had this tendency when he got anxious that he would just sit and scratch away at all of his scars as if it would make them dissapear. He didn’t speak, not for a long while, until your fingers ghosted too gently over one of the deeper cuts.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured, eyes distant, fixed on the tile.

“You didn’t,” you said. “You won’t.”

“You say that like it’s a guarantee.”

You met his gaze. “You’re not the only one who fights to hold on, Jason. I may not be out there on rooftops or in back alleys, but I fight every day to be here. With you. You think I’d let some clown-faced asshole take that away from me? Take you away from me? I wasn‘t there the first time and i won‘t let it happen a second time.”

He let out a shaky breath, “I love you.”

The words didn’t tumble from him often. Not because he didn’t feel them, but because he felt them too much. Too deeply. Like they were fragile, and precious, and terrifying all at once.

You stepped closer and pressed your forehead to his.

“I love you too,” you whispered. “Now get in that tub before your muscles lock up like last time.” He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

You helped him in and sat nearby, cross-legged on the bathroom floor. The bathwater lapped gently at the porcelain as Jason let himself sink deeper, the tension in his shoulders finally starting to bleed away.

A long silence stretched between you.

Then,

“You really went for coffee?”

You smiled. “Yeah. And those snacks you like.”

He blinked. “The spicy cheese ones?” You nodded. Jason tilted his head back and let out something between a sigh and a laugh. “I really do love you.” “You better. I’m the one who’s gonna be dealing with the tub drain full of your blood and war grime.”

He huffed. “Romantic.”

“Always.”

Afterward, wrapped in a towel and wearing the old hoodie of his you’d swiped years ago, Jason slumped onto the bed. You curled up beside him, throwing the blanket over both your legs.

Your head rested on his shoulder, and his arm wound around your waist, hand brushing against your side absently, like he still needed to reassure himself you were real. That you were there.

“I hate what this city does to me,” he said quietly.

You looked up. Jason frowned.

“How it makes you feel, Jay. How it makes you scared. That’s not weakness. That’s love. That’s being human.”

He was quiet again for a moment. “I couldn‘t stand living without you here. I think i would have gone mad.“ You shifted in his hold.

His eyes met yours.

“You don‘t have to worry about that.,” you said. “You came home, Jay. To me. Snd i will always be there for you..”

He leaned down and kissed you then. Soft. Barely there. But it lingered.

“Don’t ever disappear on me again,” he said against your lips. You pulled back just enough to smirk. “Only if you promise not to assume I’ve been Joker-napped every time I step out.”

Jason exhaled slowly, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Can’t promise that.”

“I’ll settle for a text next time you’re off-grid.” “I’ll try,” he said. And for Jason Todd, try meant more than most people’s swear.

You both layed there for a long while, tangled in each other and the quiet aftermath of panic. And while the city outside still breathed with crime and chaos, in this tiny, too-small apartment, with your heartbeat steady against his side, Jason felt maybe for the first time in weeks that he wasn’t losing everything.

That maybe, just maybe, he was allowed to have something.

Someone. You.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

✩ Friends With Bedefits ✩

✩ Fandom: Date Everything! ✩

✩ Pairing: Betty x F!Reader ✩

✩ Rating: Explicit ✩

✩ Word Count: 1.4k ✩

✩ Summary: You've come to realise that Betty has seen more of you then you originally thought. Included all the failed attempts to make yourself cum. You're too embarrassed to look her in the eye, meanwhile she's trying to get you to let her help with your problem.✩

✩ A/N: im not immune to the sexy bed. dont judge me.

Betty loves when you spend time with her. You're a good listener and are more than happy to talk her ear off when she asks to just hear your voice. Albeit you start to stumble over yourself when she compliments what a lovely voice you have. Although she's noticed that you've suddenly turned shy. That even though you'll still address her with the usual candour, the second your eyes meet, suddenly you're looking straight to the floor.

Not to mention the way you rub your palms together and sway back and forth on your feet, hurriedly rushing through the conversation to attempt to hide away elsewhere throughout the house before eventually coming straight back to her. She can't recall doing anything of late that would have you quite so flustered, the latest was when she complimented how good a pair of jeans fit around your ass and gave it a playful pinch. To which you have yet to put them back on much to her disappointment, but you seemed to stop keeping your backside out of her reach at least a week ago now, so it can't be that.

"As much as I find it so cute how shy you get, I've gotta know what's brought this on?" She questions you when you come to see her later on. Your eyes search around the room again, settling anywhere but on her. You seem to squirm in place at the question, she can feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off your body like a warm blanket.

"Ah well, I just had a thought about... well..." she waits for you to finish finding the words, "how much you've seen given that you're my bed and all."

"I get it. It's super vulnerable right? But I'm not going to judge you considering you didn't know." You've unintetionally shared some of the most intimate moments a person can with her, so the sudden shift makes sense. "Is there something specific?" However, the way you fall silent when she asks makes her realise exactly what you were so flustered about. "I see. If it makes you feel better, I liked seeing that." You practically squeak at her words.

"Umm..." not even being able to find exactly what to say to her in that moment. Only spluttered words of what could make a sentence fly out of your mouth and she seizes the opportunity to press you further.

"I just wished I could have done more." She means it, if you weren't so skittish when it came to physical affection, she really would have pounced on you before now. "I mean it was really hard having to hear you get right where you need to and end up frustrated. I wanted to help you out so badly." Many a night she heard as your fingers failed to quite scratch the itch. You'd huff and roll over into bed, wet and wanting, deciding to simply go to sleep instead. Poor thing. She would have gladly helped, reach with her fingers the places yours couldn't. Taste you in a way that would have you crumbling into her.

"So you saw every time?" You manage to ask eventually. It's exactly as you feared. That she's seen you in more compromising positions then any other being that walked the Earth. You can't even think about how she's not the only one, you might pass out if you think too hard.

"I saw enough to know a sweet girl like you needs someone to help take care of your needs." Your breath hitches at her words. "And I'm more than willing." You seem to go through several internal monologues while standing in front of her before finally meeting her gaze.

"You don't have to do anything." You're starting to rub your palms together, only for your hands to end up encased in hers.

"Oh but I want to." Want is burning behind her eyes and the sight of it makes you quiver. "I'd rile myself just imagining getting the chance to show you a good time. And now the chance is here." She drops her voice nice and low. "Just say the word and I'll make it happen."

"Please," it sounds so pleasant coming from you, the little plea. Especially combined with that heated look you give her, mind racing at the thought of what she might do to you.

"What nice manners." She can't wait to hear more of them. "Lets get you out of those clothes and nice and comfy." She steps back to let you undress but her eyes don't leave your form. You feel ever so hesitant at first but eventually start peeling back the layers of clothes on your body. "You can leave those on, I'm more than happy to take them off you when you're nice and ready." She calls out when you're down to just your bra and panties. She closes the gap between you, pressing her lips to yours, when she pulls away you feel her look you up and down. "You're gorgeous, you know? I can't believe a pretty thing like you is alone in her bed all the time."

"I can't believe someone as pretty as you is my bed." Your reply makes her smile. She kisses you again.

"You're so sweet, it's making me want to eat you up." She leads you to bed, having you lie back into the nestle of pillows at the top, having your knees upright. "But we'll get to that part," she slots herself between your legs, littering kisses from your lips, down your jaw and then to the side of your neck. Her hands slide up your back to unclasp your bra with ease, giving her free access to continue her journey down to your chest. Her tongue slides against your left nipple, when you gasp at the sensation, she continues before sucking the nub just enough to make you whine. She moves onto the right to do the same thing, before going further down your body.

She ends up hovering above your naval. She gazes up at you, a pair of fingers pressing against your clothed entrance where a wet patch was starting to form against the fabric. The friction makes you moan. "So worked up and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet. Don't worry baby I've got you." She presses a kiss to your covered clit, making you squirm in place but she doesn't linger for long. Hands reaching to pull the fabric down, getting you to position your legs so she can pull them off and throw them somewhere else in the room.

She doesn't waste anymore time, before you know it her tongue drags along your folds, reaching up to the sensitive nub and circling around it. You cry her name out from the feeling, she continues to tease you on her tongue in slow motions until she hears your pleas for more. She latches her lips around your clit, causing you to cry out at the sudden suction. She follows up with a finger sliding itself inside your dripping entrance, shortly after she adds another.

She wonders what you were thinking about on those nights where you tried your best to chase a fraction of what you were feeling now. Was there someone who had caught your eye? Or were you simply worked up and needing release? The fact that you still tried even with the inevitable disappointment that left you needy and thighs absentmindedly rubbing together to create any friction was enough to have her imagining being your savior.

But experincing it now, hearing the moans fall from your lips as your body arches into her, while your walls clench against her fingers with each thrust and movement of her tongue, it was better than she dreamed. "Betty, I'm so close!" Especially the way her name sounds coming from your mouth, need clinging to every word. Will you think about her from now on in your fantasies? The thought of her racing in your thoughts the same way you do hers makes her all too aware of how wet she is.

"Let go for me gorgeous," she pulls back just voice the words to you. Before wrapping her mouth back around your clit. She curls her fingers to reach your sweet spot, something that makes your thighs shake and makes your body jerk. It isn't too long after that you're seeing stars and letting out a whimper as your orgasm washes over you. She pistons her fingers and gives you a few last licks, letting you ride out your high. She moves away to look up at your dazed expression. "Are you still with me up there?" You nod. "Glad to hear it." She waits for you to eventually come down. And when you do, offers to give you a demonstration of how she manages to cum against her own fingers. Delighted with how nicely you ask her to show you.

[kosmicdream]

do you have any opinions on go nagai? having read devilman + devilman lady i think you have a lot in common with him as an artist

Oh. I have OPINIONS.. My hot take is that i actually kinda hate Go Nagai LMAO.. i know, i think most would assume otherwise but.. Well. Every time i have read or engaged with an adaptation of his work, I’m left feeling underwhelmed in a way that’s.. pretty frustrating. I wanna like it! but I’m usually left with feeling “.. that’s it??” and i struggle to feel an actual connection with anything made, it feels more like seeing something for the sake of having a broader appreciation for manga.Like, of course, you cannot deny his legacy/influence on manga/anime. But personally i need more than that to connect with an artist and so far, I haven’t felt it. I don’t want it to be forced, but it doesn’t keep me pursuing more of his stories to see if it clicks for me. 

I could also feel this way because I’m such a huge Tezuka fan (he’s one of my favorite artists ever who massively changed my storytelling when I started reading him as a teenager) that I almost have a harder time looking at Go Nagai’s stories and wondering what new things he brings to the table that Tezuka hasn’t.. Done already but better. Possibly a hundred times even. This also could just be a trend with western online circles, but i get kinda offended?? That Go nagai is brought up SO often when i feel like Shotaro Ishinomori was like. Way more interesting as an artist (while also being another well known mangaka Tezuka directly mentored) To me. And i dont see his name brought up quite as often. This is of course just a very petty reason but I CANT LIE.. it will still annoy me.. I see the appeal of Go Nagai’s artwork, but it kinda always gives the vibe of like. Traced Tezuka drawings to me. My favorite thing about his work has to be maybe Sirene’s design. And some of the devil designs are cool. But man, that's kind of like grasping at straws to say something nice. I think his cover art/illustrations are stronger than his actual manga pages, which i feel often look very stiff or unintentionally awkward. His stories too feel a bit rushed. Like “i dont know what im doing! Who gives a fuck!!! heh” kind of writing. Which I think can be appealing and fun but idk.. 

I think because Berserk is such a huge influence on my work, it makes sense that Devilman would be a given too, since Devilman was essentially the blueprint for a lot of Berserk. But I really just think what Miura saw and took from Devilman was vastly more interesting than devilman itself for me. I also somewhat enjoyed the Devilman crybaby anime that was made several years ago but.. Once again.. That was because of Masaaki Yuasa, who is one of my favorite anime directors.. And.. also.. Devilman Crybaby kind of just felt like Kemonozume (an older anime by Yuasa) but worse. It was still fun! but Kemonozume was truly unique and incredible to me. All those qualities that i liked about crybaby were in Kemonozume but stronger, with an original plot/characters and felt less restrained narratively to a pre-existing story. (and one with such a big legacy)

IDK.. hopefully not too disappointing to hear but that’s my honest opinion… So far everything of Go Nagai seems more interesting when done by other people for me, including fanart. I’ve seen SO much fanart that makes it look like a story I want to check out!!!!!! and then the story I check out is just not anything like what i thought lmao. NOW i know what to expect. and so far its just been the same meh feeling.

Anyway.. That’s kinda about it! Yup..

[notahorseindisguise]

kind of dont like the whole "good luck, babe!" idea in the sense of i dont think lesbian relationships are any more inherently beautiful than heterosexual relationships. except for i will absolutely say that i do for a joke. and tbh if it was me she was singing it to id kinda be like hey shut up about my funky little boyfriend like i like him. it kinda wouldnt make me wanna come back at all

but then the other thing to keep in mind is good luck babe is not a situation that like ever fucking happens in real life so i dont really care + there are also situations where lesbian women go into het relationships they dont wanna be in and that sucks + its just a really fucking good song. so overall i literally dont care about it but ive been thinking about it recently and you guys know i was cursed by an evil witch to post all of my thoughts ever so i made this post

[riemanifests]

Who gives a fuck about the 3d?

maybe right now in the 3d your sp doesn't like you, maybe you have no money and you really want tickets to a concert, or maybe you want to pass a class and your teacher has told you that you're failing. okay and? i don't give a fuck. i don't care what your circumstances are your circumstances don't mean shit. you need to get it ingrained in your brain that the past does not mean shit you are in the now right now you are not experiencing the past so why the fuck are you still holding onto it especially when it's something you don't want? why the fuck are you letting something that ALREADY happened define the present moment, and even worse you're letting it define your future which hasn't happened yet. you need to let go of the fucking past because it's not helping you, right? it's not a past you want to keep identifying with right? you clearly don't want that story anymore so let. it. go. seriously, your circumstances don't mean shit at all. the 3d doesn't mean shit. so what if your circumstances are terrible? so what if you have plenty? so what if everyone is telling you shit? i dont care because YOU are the god of your reality, meaning you can change it. you need to get some fucking audacity and start seeing yourself as the one running this show, because you are. right now i'm an actor in your movie watching you ( the director ) run around crying, not knowing what tf they're doing, and complaining about how the script sucks and the scenes suck... yet you can change the plot.. and we're all watching you like wtf are you doing? because wtf are YOU doing? you RUN this show, start acting like it omg! 1. The 3d is not permanent your circumstances are not permanent. but you're making a big deal out of them, you're constantly reaffirming them by worrying about them, and you're acting like oh shit the world is over now it's going to be this way forever. that is just so ignorant first off life changes and moves all of the damn time, nothing is permanent, each moment passes and everything is temporary. this isnt to say you cant make certain things "permanent" in a sense like a long-term relationship or a job but again you can wake up one day and say yk what i dont want this anymore, and boom it would be gone. you have a choice. 2. Wake the fuck up and realize you control the image the 3d doesn't move or work on its own. it conforms to you. all of the sudden because you're seeing something you don't like the 3d has free will? it has more power than you? nope, stop it! you are in control of your reality. get the FUCK up, wake up, and stop acting like a little victim crying about your life. take matters into your own hands! 3. Have some audacity have the audacity to be like yk what fuck this, this isnt the way it's gonna be. i have what i want now and it's done, period. you need to start being stubborn because why are you hesitating? why are you conforming to reality when it's supposed to be the other way around? why are you fucking changing your story every 2 seconds JUST because of the 3d? again you need to see yourself as above the 3d and start taking control. 4. Literally everything is possible you choose the outcome for any situation. like EVERY damn reality, version of you and others, and possibility exist, oh but no because the 3d showed you one you think it's done now and now you're stuck to that one little possibility. um i'm sorry what would God say? god would be like the fuck i dont want this, nope i have this outcome instead and that's it. decide you have the outcome you want and stick to that decision, reality must change to reflect that new decision. you are not tied to any one possibility because all of them exist within you. stop deluding yourself by thinking the 3d is the end of it all, every single thing and possibility exist within you so get tf up and see that. anyways tumblr is being a bitch and character limiting me so bye.

[fy0lin]

i saw some mizi hate in the alnst tags and im??

the main gist of it was that she was selfish for exploding the stage and that she was a bad person for not acknowledging suas plans to lose, along with saying she was a bad person for beating up luka,,.

and like?? no shit she was being selfish?? we are shown starting in ruler of my heart that she isnt doing well mentally, and it's extremely obvious that she was struggling with suas death and that she wasnt coping very well. how did they want her to react? should she have been acting cheerful, and told the other resistance members "oh well, we'll get em next time guys!!"??

her last living friend from anakt 'died', and then hyuna died immediately after by an avoidable accident caused by luka's selfishness in wanting to see hyuna. she was already extremely shaken to the point of being unresponsive by till 'dying' just as she reached him, and then hyuna died by a misfire almost immediately after.

she has gotten the hope that she could save one of her friends, and then he 'died' in front of her and so did hyuna. there is no scenario where she does not react negatively to this, of course she acted drastically and severely.

and then, saying she was a bad person for not acknowledging suas plans, what was she meant to do there?? she had planned with sua to tie, so she was probably already aware sua didnt find it likely it would happen. even if she didnt already know that much, what would her saying something have achieved?

sua already had the idea in her head, mizi was sure her plan would work. even if it didnt, its not like they could back out of alien stage. one of the patreon comics shows that she went to anakt planning on entering alien stage, and there was no way she could convince the caretakers to pull sua out anyways, and she still wanted to compete and tie with sua.

then they say she is a bad person for beating up luka for 'no reason' and like?? what do you mean, no reason? hyuna died because of his hasty actions. sure, he didnt shoot the gun, but the gun wouldn't've been shot if he hadnt gone to her. hyuna made the decision to jump in front of the bullet, and someone else made the decision to shoot the gun, but that doesn't change that hyuna died.

mizi was already in an extremely bad mental state, and for hyuna to die to someone who had already caused her to black out and beat up once before, was it really all that surprising that she went to beat him up? im not saying it was okay, but it didnt come from nowhere and it makes sense when you look at mizi's actions so far anyways.

on top of all of that, mizi didnt do any of these things and then claim she was a good person from it. in the patreon comic and in the beginning of KARMA itself, she shows that she feels that she is a bad person. you dont need to read the patreon comic to know how she feels about it, it's the first thing said in KARMA.

specifically in KARMA, she says "stop pretending to be righteous, neither you nor i deserve to be saved." she was clearly projecting onto him her feelings about herself, she knows what she is doing is wrong, and says it out loud even. i cant even imagine how you could watch KARMA and think she did all that feeling like she was a good person.

she likely bombed the stadium and all the beings inside it because of that belief that none of them deserved to be saved or continue living after all that happened. all the aliens and human pets that watched, the person that shot hyuna, luka for causing the bullet to be shot, mizi herself for being too late to save till, none of them are in the right. none of them are righteous.

it doesnt take a lot of analysis to see that mizi wasnt acting in her right mind or that she did those things knowing that it wasnt right. as far as i see it, its even clearly stated (if not in exact words) and shown to us viewers that she isnt righteous or stable, her deterioration starting from the end of my clematis, even.

unrelated to mizi, the poster also said that it didnt make sense that there was so much media coverage over the explosion and that it was called a tragedy by the aliens when the human deaths were half the point of alien stage, and im just?? the stadium blew up?? we had 3 slow-mo shots of aliens being pelted in the head by falling debris and dying?? it obviously wasnt called a tragedy because of the human deaths??

im gonna finish this by going back to the beginning where mizi was called selfish, and im just gonna say that in alien stage, it is shown over snd over again that the characters are acting selfishly, and hating on mizi for her actions makes no sense (esp when ops favorite is luka??)

sua is selfish for deciding shed rather die than participate honestly and risk mizis death (and then for hiding this from mizi, even tho she found out lol), ivan is selfish for sacrificing himself for till, for barely giving his first opponent time to sing, and for admonishing suas similar decision, till is selfish for his sabotage against his opponent in r2, luka is selfish for his manipulation of the other contestants and his want for monopolization of hyuna, and hyuna is selfish for her decision to die and haunt luka.

tldr: alien stage shows us characters being selfish over and over again, mizi isnt some big bad evil mistress for being selfish, her actions weren't made with her feeling that she was a saint, and she even said herself that she wasnt righteous.

[pigswithwings]

to care for you i must take you apart

[fruitpunchjollyrancher]

this moment in the game made me oddly really emotional because it's like, you were loved unconditionally once. you had a mother, you might still have a mother, and you can't deny that she loved you at least once and wanted to keep you safe. it's your name. and there's nothing you can do about it, you can't refuse this name once you know it.

[baejax-the-great]

If I were a writer at a big game company working on a sequel to a beloved series and the higher ups kept telling me to make the game shittier and kept sending my work back to me to be dumbed down even further somehow, and then once most of the writing was done they laid me and my coworkers off illegally without severance, I'd probably gleefully watch as people trashed the shitty game that shipped.

[waterfallofspace]

is anyone else with this kink not into nose blowing, either actively turns you off or just kinda neutral on it, willing to put up with it in situations where you have to (like a wav or someone inducing for you, it's gonna happen so it's whatever)—

but if it's outside of wavs/active inducing, just naturally in the wild, from someone you find attractive (in whatever way, platonic, romantic, fully just snz-focused) you can kinda find yourself getting a bit 👀👀 about it, just purely because oh? your nose is bothering you, is it?

even though the noise itself still does nothing, or even makes you uncomfortable, the connotations... 🔥

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[certifiedducky]

curious: there's a REALLY high volume of batman x mlb crossovers. can anyone tell me why? it just seems really random lmao

bc like, i guess i could understand mcu(that's actually the only crossover i've read) just because ladybug is inspired by spiderman, but i don't really see a connection that justifies the sheer number of batman crossover fics

(btw the mcu fanfic is what the cat dragged in and it's SO good i've read it multiple times)

[blue-slates]

I think what's getting me about the ending, more than how bittersweet they are is just that (endgame spoilers lool)

There's just no trust. Whoever the player sides with (and you HAVE to side with one of the them, no way out for you) just illustrates that Verso and Maelle don't trust that the other will follow through if they decide to listen.

Maelle can't trust Verso to not destroy the painting while she's gone to recuperate (and she's right). Verso can't trust Maelle to actually leave the painting after ostensibly fixing things up. (and how long would that even take? A day? A week? A year? Real world time or canvas time?)

And it makes me think back to their final relationship conversation, where Verso can either lie or be truthful about whether he let Gustave die. I was bothered by how subdued Maelle's reaction was, and eventually chalked it up to her putting it behind them. For context I chose to tell her the truth.

But I think whatever you chose, Maelle had already made up her mind about what Verso was capable of, and what she was planning to do with her life. She had already figured out that she can't trust him - he had already left everyone Lumiere to die instead of giving her Alicia's letter, telling her that shes' Alicia. (Maybe at first she still wanted to trust him. She understood why he did what he did, but by that point she asks about Gustave, she's made up her mind) And she'd already proven that, when push comes to shove, she's not going to listen to what Verso has to say, even about him not wanting to be alive anymore. Killing Alicia was a kindness to her, but she didn't let Verso even say goodbye. Yeah, it was her (Alicia/Maelle) decision, but to Verso it must've felt like he didn't matter.

He was just another portrait of her brother she couldn't lose.

And it kills me that they couldn't trust each other enough to reach a compromise, but they'd already made their decision long before their fight.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[cowboycannibalism]

Bullet with Butterfly Wings, Smashing Pumpkins// Saw 2004// Caged Rat, Soul Asylum// The Jig Is Up, Ice Nine Kills// Rats!Rats!Rats!, Deftones// Hatchet, Movements

I know there's heavy association of Adam with the dog motif (which I love) but I swear I've heard Bullet with Butterfly Wings on the radio way too many times during the last month while thinking about Saw for it to be a coincidence

Rats symbolize impoverishment, disease, the lowest of low.

"He's not a cop. He's a bottom feeder, just like you."

Jigsaw calls him angry and apathetic, and we'll be honest here, he is on the surface. He calls his apartment a shithole, he knows his job is shitty but it keeps him fed, and he's just dragging himself through life because he's pretty much already convinced himself this is as good as its going to get.

But here's the other thing about rats: they will do anything to try to survive. Sometimes, that means just doing what they've been conditioned to do by the world around them.

Have you ever seen a rat backed into a corner? or stuck in a trap? they will scream and thrash violently to try and free themselves.

From the moment he wakes up in the tub, Adam is moving. Throughout the movie, he has a hard time staying still, trying to escape, trying to survive. He is loud and frantic. Even though he is pessimistic about life, he wants to live.

also, to swing back around to the Smashing Pumpkins lyrics in particular, I thought a lot about how Adam mentions his ex, thinking he was "too angry." If you've dug into that song a little, it's interpreted in a lot of ways but a common one is oppression and being stuck in a situation/world where you're aware of escape but incapable of it. Adam knows he should appreciate life more, but what's the point when he lives the way that he does and nothing seems to ever get better? Anger feels like the only option and honestly sometimes it is.

(not to get too political or whatever, but if we never get angry enough to do anything, nothing will ever change. Don't let anyone tell you that emotions don't belong in politics/social issues because that's a fucking stupid take.)

[ganondoodle]

the closer we get to arcanes finale the more worried i am bc so often .. if not always .. things i like end in a way that i dislike so much it ruins everything else for me

and im so worried they pull a 'this is a multiverse' thing bc then they can say every skin is somehow canon bc its all different universes you seeeeee and jayce went mad bc he lived through all of them or something, or force it to end in a way that makes the champions end up like they are in game- Vi is a shitty cop, Jinx is just heehoo craycray bc xyz etc