#i cant complain...

[aropride]

i love cishets and their somewhat ugly pride merch that lets us know they're at least fairly safe to be around i'm serious. like genuinely being like 13 and seeing random adults at the store in black "love is love" shirts where every letter is a different pride flag and the whole thing clashes horribly was the most comforting thing.

[damianito]

Collective meow

[buggachat]

legitimate question ....... why do people like to tell me all the reasons they don't like miraculous ladybug? i know i complain about the fact a lot, and i find myself on the defensive a lot, and i keep telling myself i'll stop and let it go, but it really is hard when people are always coming onto my posts, in my replies, in my comments, on my art and my fics and my text posts and anything i make, and telling me blatantly all the ways that they don't like the thing that i so blatantly find enjoyment in. "the show is bad". okay? good for you? why are you on my post about it? why don't you make your own? why are you telling me, specifically, this, on the art/fic/analysis i made that i assume you found by searching through the tag?

it's kind of a behavior that i legitimately don't understand. I'm a human being and I hate a lot of things, too. there are things i've loved at first and been disappointed by and have strong opinions about. there are things i like to complain about. so i'll complain about them to my friends or my family or my cat. but i have never, once, not even for a single moment, thought, "oh let me go into the tags of this media, find a positive post about it written by someone who's having fun with it, and make it that random stranger's problem". never once.

i just don't get it. i really don't get it. i sometimes worry that i come across like i'm heavily critical of people who just personally don't like the show, when really i'm just trying to defend my interests to the droves of strangers who are always coming specifically to me to tell me all the ways they hate the thing that makes me happy.

just.......... why? where does the urge come from? what do you get out of this?

[spaciebabie]

im so tired of begging my legislators ta not take my rights away bro. like yes please mr republican senator do not pass this dumbass law. yes sir i will tell you everything you want to hear so you'll listen 2 me. queer people are the devil you're right and joe biden is the worst menace this country has seen yeah you're right. can you not take my rights away now. you fucking bitch.

[diamondzart]

I get why people may insist that Fear and Anxiety have sibling vibes and not romantic ones but in that case THERE WOULDN’T BE A LITERAL “I CAN FIX HER” JOKE right in the movie, come on guys 😆

Look at the faces this mf makes while mentioning her?

I mean would they expect people to NOT ship it? I am dead sure they saw this coming. Too many hints, too many. They had test screenings with teenage girls of all people. They are real experts in stuff like this!

[hauntedorpheum]

Wicked (2024) // The Wizard of Oz (1939)

[theriverbeyond]

born to be the group slacker forced to project manage

[hinamie]

i loved the colours in this scene too much not to do a redraw

[idiotsonlyevent]

slavic chilchuck moodboard

[dykedvonte]

Curly's little blurb on his steam trading card just keeps reminding me he is a much more miserable person than people realize.

We don't get a lot of his thoughts, inner confliction that aren't bogged down by what Jimmy says or does. Even in the The Last One and Then Another, his dialogue is reflective, not the Curly before the crash but the result of everything. Parts of the him he was are there of course, but also disfigured and warped beyond recognition just like he is physically.

Curly really doesn't think much of himself and desires. He clearly chases fleeting moments of happiness. He doesn't really have prospects for himself, assumes in a similar way to Swansea, that if it should make it happy then he is happy. Though, he hasn't reached the point Swansea did to admit it doesn't. He neither sees the glass half full or empty, it's just water, something he needs and he'll take it from any perspective.

He wasn't running from anything but he's never really been going towards something either. He's listless. I've been using the term complacent to describe how he feels about his life and the closest people (really just Jimmy) in it, but now that word feels too neutral, too nice. Happier than Curly really was. There isn't just one word for it, he's unfulfilled, uncertain, uninspired. There are no active problems he faces and that's the issue, why should he be upset?

I believe he really is a person who doesn't know who he is or wants to be. He follows a structure. I don't think he's suicidal, but he clearly doesn't think about what makes him happy. He's numb. I suppose that is a better word than complacent, used to the feeling even if he hates it. It doesn't hurt so why stop it?

[saturnvs]

come a little bit closer hear what i have to say just like children sleepin' we could dream this night away but there's a full moon risin' let's go dancin' in the light

[wolfythewitch]

Taps mic

My inbox is not your venting ground

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

manthings have various diets

if u want more of this specific dynamic check the tag, miss D and her manthing

[samzier]

yeag…

[kingofattolia]

Honestly I cannot overstate how much seeing Hayden as TCW Anakin changed EVERYTHING. Matt Lanter's Anakin is a frat dude. He wears a backwards baseball hat and says vaguely offensive things without realizing, while being a fundamentally chill and outgoing guy at heart. Hayden's Anakin is... not that. His voice. His expressions. His physical presence. It's off somehow. It's just left of normal. It's completely unremarkable and yet deeply uncanny for reasons you can't quite describe. TCW Anakin was always a flatter, blander portrayal, but I don't think I realized until now what exactly was missing: the serial killer energy. The inarticulable conviction that SOMETHING unhinged is going on behind those eyes.

[loonyloopylupin96]

Theme: Prank | @moonwater-microfic | Words: 421

"Tell me you didn't have anything to do with this." Regulus' fury was clear from way down the aisle of books where Remus was sitting comfortably. He glances up, face blank. Regulus' hair is as green as his tie.

"I had nothing to do with this," he responds plainly, setting his book aside.

"Don't fucking lie to me," Regulus grumbles, but the gentleness in his eyes gives him away.

Remus shrugs, a coy smile playing at his lips. "Pick one; I can either not lie to you, or I can tell you I had nothing to do with it... But I can't do both."

Regulus huffs, dropping down beside him.

"Or," Remus continues, turning his fingers through Regulus' hair and catching bits of silvery glitter as he does, "I can just tell you it really brings out your eyes - no, really. It suits you."

Regulus rolls his eyes, sitting back.

"How long will it last?" he asks after a moment of silence passes between them.

"Ah…"

Something about the way Remus hesitates causes Regulus to fix him with a sharp look. "How long, Lupin?"

Remus releases a short chuckle, unfazed by Regulus' persistent frustration. "Well, that depends-"

"On?"

"How soon you're kissed."

"What the-"

"It'll resolve itself in a month, or when you're kissed. Whichever comes first. They were going after Snape, originally," he adds, by means of an explanation.

Regulus' lips narrow, and he glances down the aisle of the library.

"Go on then. Let's get it over with."

"Always so romantic," Remus mumbles as Regulus turns back, eyes wrinkling in pleasant anticipation, and caresses Remus' lips with his own.

They remain like that for a moment, neither taking it further, or withdrawing. Both boys' eyes had flickered closed.

It was only as a he felt a tongue dart out to brush his lip, that Remus pulled back in surprise.

"So," Regulus begins, his cheeks an unusual shade of pink. "Am I back to normal?"

Remus holds back on the obvious retort. "Hmm…" he eyes flicker to Regulus' head. "Maybe once wasn't enough-"

He hadn't finished speaking before Regulus' lips were back on his.

This time, when they part, Regulus' hair is a standard shade of black.

He looks suspiciously at Remus, lips puffed and eyes shining under the warm glow of the library lights. There was something else there, too. Something conspiratorial. At last, Regulus understands. "The spell didn't need a kiss, did it?"

His cheeks turning a shade redder, Remus shakes his head. "No, but… I did."