#i will NEVER get over that

[cheesecake-bich]

WOW BAYVERSE HUMANS FANART

[definesupposedtobe]

I’m having a fucking BREAKDOWN the nimona ending- when she said “it’s time to rewrite this story” CAUSE THEY DID SHE WAS THE HERO THEY GOT A HAPPY ENDING FUCKING HELL something something queer healing I can’t believe I get to see this story find it’s footing and it’s message just so BLATANTLY IM LOOSING IT

[kebriones]

Imagine being so cute they make a new political/military rank above everyone else just for you.

[anrisimps]

When they call you the imperial trooper instead of Baron Ail's husband

[ruidiancoffee]

drew myself with jon because i can

also how does anatomy work? i dont know and i also didnt use a reference cause i couldn’t find any

[amelia-mariee]

it's time to add "rocket, teefs, floor go now!!" to the unwritten list of the most heartbreaking guardians of the galaxy lines. because oh my gosh.

[jackhues]

someone please study sidney crosby. like a bug. his shot, going down on one knee, that was beautiful. it was "vintage sid". he's on pace for 56 goals, a career high, which is cool and all... but he's 36 years old. that's more than gretzky at that age.

[illusion-reality-steve]

In Steve Saga Origins, Rainbow Steve ended up feeling a lot of despair and guilt for all the Steves he failed to save. The only reason that didn't affect him mentally in Steve Saga was that his memories were wiped.

So, imagine a Steve Saga AU where Rainbow gets his memories back while he's alive during the Void Steve arc. He'll feel so much guilt and shame about his past.

And when Galaxy inevitably gets his memories back and feels shame and guilt too, Rainbow and Galaxy support each other. For the first time, they truly understand each other at a deeper level and realize they are more similar than different. It was silly to let small fights sour their friendship, so they apologize to each other, and become even better friends.

And then Sabre probably mentions that one time he murdered a Red Steve for YouTube. And then the trio is just bonding, forgiving each other, and promising to each other to be better heroes and AAAAAHHH, MY HEART

[epickiya722]

Can't believe some assassination attempt turned rescue is the start as to why a quirk evolved.

[antimonyandthyme]

i suddenly have a great NEED for a oscarmark fic (of ANY description) called "little legend, you're on fire". thats the most fic title-able tweet i've seen maybe ever

anon come back... i want to know... what you'd write in that fic...

[stardustinthesky]

will i ever get over deeks reminding kensi of that time when she bit his ear and called him a sex machine while they were having sex

[ratatatastic]

do you also think about pomo saying "so when you bring someone in youre always mindful of that. we spent a lot time talking about how [tarasenko] will fit in the room. hes got a close relationship with sergei he knows dmitry he played with niko...and then the other pieces: hes trained here over the summers so this is, in a lot of ways, home for him" just to feel something again or

[raddest-saddest]

boyfriend got a brain MRI and said he was daydreaming about me to pass the time, and he said that the tech (or whatever they’re called, i don’t know things) asked him what he was thinking about because he could tell it was all such happy thoughts.

I was trying to figure out from Wikipedia how the brain processes erogenous zones vs non-erogenous zones and I just read that apparently it's been shown on fMRIs which part of the brain corresponds to love.

So apparently it is within the realm of possibility that you could use an fMRI to determine if someone is in love with someone?

That's a weird idea, and one that begs some creative exploration. You've got a box you can use to tell if two people are in love. How does that change how relationships and society's relationship to them? How would famous stories of romance change if this technology was available?

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[isagaiia]

jayce is so greedy smh

[brian-kinney-apologist]

I had to do this guys