#i'm not telling what it was

[pouletpourri]

giving myself pomni/gangle interactions since idk when we'll have more of that again

[littlegirlywithtendancies]

Hero x Villain

In the city of Garnet, there lived the loveliest of Heroes and the Terrifying of Villains.

The Hero was named Sapphira, for she shone like the beautiful gemstones, she had a lovely smile that never left her face and a strong resolve to protect the people, she was kind, always took care of them to the young to the old like a mother, and never hesitate to be their guiding star.

On the other hand, Obsidian, the Villain and the foe of the Hero was Terrible, he never hesitated to hold people hostage, and always gleed to see their fear, especially the lovely hero, destroying buildings and the lives of the people, without an ounce of mercy in his cold gaze.

So like oil and water this two would never be friends, their goals, priorities and station will never let them be any form of allies.

But deep in the night, where the clock has struck 3rd in a lovely building living in a pent house is two couple, A lovely woman, who's sapphire eyes held deep affection to whom it was observing and before her is a man, who's suite still on, dirty and bloodied, but it was unmistakably the villain, Obsidian, the man smiled a gentle smile, and walked to her with giddy movement, they hold each other with such warmth and affection, and kiss like the other hanged the star.

It was love, deep love.

"Hello my Obsidian." The woman smiled, her face mirror that of the lovely hero, Obsidian looked shy as he says "Hello my Sapphire."

"You scared me half to death when you vanished like that my dark knight." Sapphira whispers, pouting as her hands deftly pick off the dirt and grime accumulated in his excursion, "I'm sorry my love, but I was alerted that the Villain a city over was getting too comfortable in his britches after killing his Hero, I was just getting rid of some bug before it became a problem." Something dark gleamed in his eyes.

"Mmhhh.." Sapphira hums in acknowledgment, as the blood on his suite starts to float off, Her hands elegantly guiding it to the sink where it will never be found.

"So was there any problem with the Mayor my love?" Obsidian strikes, "I've heard his been trying to push you off the heroics ever since you became more popular, anything I can do to help? I can give the Mafia a friendly tip if you want?" Sapphire smiles, grateful for her lovely husband's gesture.

"No need, all this protesting is making better cover, all eyes are now between me and that stuck up old man, the news too. " Sapphira says, taking off the mask, beholding her like a goddess was Ruby red eyes, it makes Sapphira's heart flutter everytime. "And besides, we can always replace him later." He hums, "True, if that's what you want dear, it doesn't mean he can't have something bad happen to him after." Sapphira laughs, "You're such a protective doggy my dark knight." Obsidian humms in affirmation, blushing like a virgin boy getting complimented by his crush.

A click of the door interrupts them, and with a flash Obsidian turns into a normal man, opening the door was a teen, 16 years of age, who looks giddy and excited for unknown reasons.

"MOM!, DAD! I GOT IN!" The boy screamed, excitement shone in his amethyst eyes, he strongly ignores whatever prior engagement his parents had, he didn't want that in his consciousness.

The two broke apart, excited for their child, they know their baby has wanted to be a hero, and now he was finally ready to join their mother in the agency.

They celebrated, together baking a cake and excited for the new future awaiting them.

Their baby will be alright they both have prepared the boy for everything the boy desired to achieve and they weren't afraid the boy would be in danger, the city was their territory, no one would hurt their boy in their city.

Inspired by @Brittanycoates on YouTube while I was doomscrolling shorts.

[inkskinned]

the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.

when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."

but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.

now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.

the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.

but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."

the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.

but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?

because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!

and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[satturn]

star by mitski 🌠

[fandomestuff]

So we all know this terrible, heartbreaking, beautiful spot right?

Well it looked familiar

Powder took Ekko to a place that was important to Vi. After she lost her, it became a place of remembrance for her sister.

Now for Ekko it's a place of remembrance for Powder that he met, for Jinx that he learned to love and for what could have been.

It's just beautiful how much memory this place holds and how special it is to all three of them.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy stays ready to clock the minotaur. this man would pause his lunch break to give this bull it's horn a third time. this man would dehydrate for two days if it meant he could murk this bull at the end of it. this man's beef with this walking beef is so grandeur. it was the first monster he killed the moment the battle of mamhattan began. this is one of percy's consistent bloodlust moments and no one will ever fault him for it.

[pangur-and-grim]

[skltart]

siri, play animal by aurora

[bixels]

She hates robots. She fucking hates robots and she's coming to kill you.

[okidraw]

i wanted to show them the stars.

[juney-blues]

when you're part of a group with structural power over another goup, you really do gotta just learn to say "i am not exempt from 'fuck 'em' when relevant" whenever someone expresses frustration with you or people like you.

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[an-established-butt-dent]

Solas x Lavellan

Dragon age the Veilguard

Tel banal, ara'ma

It won’t be terrible if you’re with me.

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