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I truly genuinely believe they would get along so well
#columbo#benoit blanc#knives out glass onion#just watched it tonight …. so good dude I loved it#unpopular opinion maybe but way better than the firsr#first movie !! idk I like that benoit got to show his personality a little more : )#columbo vc your partners a chef? well that’s just wonderful.. I could probably burn water if my wife ever let me in the kitchen#digital art#twizz scribs
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ITS JUST BETTER AND THE SCARS HIT DIFFERENT.
#idk man#self h@rm#self destruction#self destructive thoughts#sh cvt#self h4te#silly little guy#self h@te#silly#sillyposting#funny shit#hitting styro#tw styro#so happy i finally hit styro#styr0blr#styroblr#made of styro#beansblr#bladee#razor#thigh cvts#unpopular opinion#unpopular take#unpopular thoughts#i love it#i wanna cvt#cvtaddict#cvtt!ng#baby cvts#cvutting
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Soan Papdi doesn't deserve the humiliation it gets every year during Diwali
#like c'mon#it tastes heavenly especially when it's fresh#idk#desiblr#desi tumblr#desi#mine#desi side of tumblr#unpopular opinion#diwali#indian#desi delicacies#sweets#desi aesthetic
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🔥 video games
im completely sick of people blaming problems in games on, like, The Laziness Of The Devs. it's untrue 99% of the time if you're talking about anything other than, like, the most cynically-produced shovelware imaginable, & it reflects a total unwillingness to engage with the actual realities under which games are made. like, gamefreak or sonic team or ubisoft or whoever can truly work under horrific, soul-crushing crunch conditions for months because the publisher needs the game out for christmas... and when the result inevitably has cut corners, we're going to call them lazy for it?? all i can conclude is that some people are just unwilling to disentangle bad art from Personal Moral Deficiency in their minds lol
#ask meme#indigoing#is this even an unpopular opinion? idk it seems like it is whenever i glance at the online discussions lmao
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I don't know what to do. What's the end goal of all of this? Am I really just supposed to keep chasing and consuming power wherever I find it? To what end? And will it actually ever be enough?
Bonus:
#criticalroleedit#critteredit#critical role#laudna#delilah briarwood#imodna#(sort of. but yeah actually bc that's what this is all about)#cr spoilers#c3e86 3h21m57s on twitch#mgifs#delilah you sneaky manipulative undead bitch#also probably unpopular opinion idk but this is one of the best things that's happened to laudna's character arc lol#she's been SO stagnant for so long. this conversation is finally taking her (and us) somewhere#she's finally Making Choices that are gonna move her plot forward!!! you go girl time to start breaking shit!!!
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i miss his fluffy hair
#jayvik#arcane season 2#jayce talis#viktor arcane#arcane#idk if this is an unpopular opinion but i dont like long hair viktor :( but part of that is it looks so greasy in that poster#jayceeeee your newly ascended boyfriend needs to be scrubbed like a stray cat come get him
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okay i really loved that ep but did anyone else find the male-presenting comment kinda weird? “something a male-presenting time lord will never understand” like we literally just crucially established that the doctor doesn’t have a gender so why does it matter what they present as ?? it feels like an attempt at “men are stupid because girl power” but…. the doctor isn’t a… they’re not…
#perhaps an unpopular opinion idk#that didn’t sit right with me#doctor who#the star beast#doctor who spoilers
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Theory: If Messmer is Marika’s sword (spear), Godwyn is her shield.
Yes I made another doomed Mother & Son presentation slide: eldest sons edition 🙏😔
EDIT 1: adding a bit to this, the theme music of Godwyn's Death Knight is a rearrangement of Erdtree Knight OST (aka Tree Sentinels theme)
(Messmer’s timeline) (discussion of Radagon’s shady behavior)
#elden ring#queen marika the eternal#messmer the impaler#godwyn the golden#radagon of the golden order#er brainrot#golden doomed mother and son#ok now that I’ve got this off my chest I can go draw now jfc#the greatshield talisman description moved me so much I have to type all that out that’s crazy#this might be an unpopular opinion because I think it’s a fandom-wise interpretation that Godwyn’s friendship with Fortissax is wholeso#*wholesome…but idk every single Leyndell Knight & their mom using Lightning power and no one even bothered to put Granssax’s corpse away?#it doesn’t sit well with me I fear#also the dlc drawing 1000 parallels between the favour from Marika that messmer and godwyn’s knights received lol#dont even get me start in Godwyn has golden bracelets and Messmer has a golden ring
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personally am firmly in the "jeremy's mysterious sibling #3 killed himself and jeremy blames himself/is blamed by his family for it" boat. jeremy's defensiveness over any discussion of suicide/joking abt suicide is really what makes me lean toward that, in addition to the fact that jeremy's in therapy and it's implied that it's drastically changed him as a person. so it's either that or jeremy tried to kill himself
#throwing my hat in the ring#ik this isn't an unpopular opinion#idk man#i just got a feeling#tsc#the sunshine court#tsc spoilers#personal.txt
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Hiiii!!!! 😊👋 So I only just started Kaiju no. 8!!! New to the fandom and not a manga reader. Idk what’s going to happen in the next episode—all I know is that Hoshina better not d*e lol.
Anyways!!! Obviously I am a huge Hoshina fan/simp!!! I really like your blog and I have enjoyed your Hoshina fics!!!!!! 🥹 And since your requests are open, I wanted to know if I could perhaps make one??? 👉👈
If so, I was wondering if you could do something sort of related to your “say it!” fic??? Like where Hoshina (+ reader) somehow bumps into the ex from operations you mentioned in the fic??? And reader gets SUPERRRRR jealous (lord knows I would be especially if said ex was really beautiful and smart) and insecure. Maybe reader acts a bit distant/moody after the encounter but once Hoshina realizes what’s up he immediately reassures reader and let’s them know how much he loves/cares for them???
Sorry if this request is weird or doesn’t make sense to you, I’ve honestly just been thinking about a similar scenario ever since reading that fic of yours 😭😭 anyways thank you so much for your time 🫶❤️ and please never stop writing, your fics are beautiful 💖💕
notes: hihi; thank you so much for your request; i hope that this is okay; you sent this in before the most recent episode but hoshina's a fairly important character to the story of kaiju no 8 overall so he'll be alright... i combined this with a slightly different ask which also surrounded jealousy but with okonogi; it's very briefly mentioned though.
jealousy as the crux
soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no warnings should apply, i think. wc: 837
hoshina always maintained rather easy conversation with a lot of people—friendly conversation that sometimes got the better of your self esteem when he teasingly doted on okonogi or otherwise.
you’d tried not to bring it up, to not bother him—because envy and jealousy like that was an ugly emotion, of course. it wouldn’t be right to burden hoshina with them–mostly because you weren’t even sure how he’d react. he was plenty envious on his own, you think–key point on think. but it might have been for more reasonable things, surely. like the envious desire to become stronger, or something noble like that.
nothing quite like yours.
but stumbling on hoshina’s ex was never on your list of priorities at all.
so the fact that she was here—was her name amaya?—only made you more uncomfortable. you barely knew anything about her other than the fact that okonogi spoke her name with strained reverence, cautious to never bring it up around hoshina. hoshina seemed to be uncaring of it all, even so–as if he couldn’t be bothered to remember.
she was smoking indoors, her eyes tired and weary.
hoshina didn’t seem to tense up when talking to her, which strangely irked you more.
“hoshina,” amaya says, approaching hoshina with a raised eyebrow. she pats his shoulder, and he chuckles.
“you look well,” hoshina murmurs.
“hm. well as i’ll ever be.” her eyes flit to you, her eyes narrowing. you felt uncomfortable under her gaze, as if you were some unique kind of insect to be pinned up in a collection. “this your new partner? they’re cute.”
“hm?” hoshina laughs. “aren’t they?”
the compliment doesn’t feel good, somehow, as it usually does.
“thought you said you wouldn’t date again,” amaya says, dusting off some ash off the tip of her cigarette, taking another breath before blowing it away from the two of you. “not that we really were.” she snorts. “you were too much of a coward last time.”
“hey,” hoshina says, sounding mock-hurt. “i figured we were better off as friends.”
“hm.” amaya exhales. “whatever you say.”
“i wish you’d sound more enthusiastic about this,” hoshina retorts, laughing again. it’s the same laugh he has when he talks to okonogi, that same doting laughter–but it also wasn’t anything special. it was the same kind of laughter he had when he talked to you, though perhaps it was tinged with more fondness when he spoke to you.
if there was anything hoshina was, it might’ve just been annoyingly consistent.
"it's hard to be enthusiastic surrounding you. your sarcastic energy exhausts me," amaya drawls.
you turn away from the conversation at this point–and yet you can feel amaya staring daggers into the back of your head.
“i’ll let the two of you finish this up,” you say, and your voice sounds far more obviously strained than you’d like for it to be.
hoshina was allowed to talk to other people. but why did amaya irk you so much? was it just the irreverent way she spoke, the way she seemed to be watching you so intently for no reason? what the hell was her problem? as you stormed off, your footsteps grew angrier as you continued to mull over it. no, seriously! what was her problem?
but what was yours, being jealous in the first place? you were being irrational–worried because you wanted hoshina’s attention for yourself but of course it wasn’t right to worry this badly about it to the point that envy would turn your stomach like this, create the brittling sensation in your heart. it wasn’t right, and the fact that you knew it wasn’t right made the whirling sense of bad in you feel worse.
you rub your face roughly, trying to shock yourself into trying to just be fucking normal.
“hey.”
hoshina’s voice is quiet when you turn around, and his face is contemplative, brows furrowed in worry.
“are you done? talking to amaya?” you ask.
“for now,” he says. his eyes focus on your face, concerned now. “are you okay?”
“i’m…”
the words die in your throat.
“i don’t want to be jealous,” you say weakly. “of whatever’s going on. but, i–”
hoshina’s hands are on your face before you can even finish your sentence, squishing your cheeks together.
“mm, i see.” hoshina blinks, humming. “why didn’t you just say so earlier?”
you blink.
“you’re not… mad?” you ask.
“mad?” hoshina raises an eyebrow, cocking his head. it looks cute. “should i be?”
“no,” you say. “i–or, i don’t know. maybe? yes?”
“which is it?” hoshina asks, a teasing smile on his face before his brow furrows a bit. “if you would have just told me earlier i could have easily just told you that there’s nothing going on between me and anyone else but you. i chose you. don’t forget that, okay?”
you blink.
“and i love you,” hoshina says, completely straightforwardly, with sure honesty. “don’t forget that.”
you nod, and he squeezes your face, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.
#kaiju no 8#soshiro hoshina#soshiro hoshina x reader#hoshina soshiro x reader#kaiju no 8 x reader#x reader#kn8 x reader#unpopular opinion: i personally am not a fan of jealousy-based plots so i hope that this is alright#it might be the aroace in me but i just think like. talking it out is the best way to go and early; of course for other drama things#you want to like. amplify it. and as someone who was in a couple relationships before it was always hard to be cognizant of envy#but... idk. diatribe over. just talk it out; whats the point of your mouth if you don't talk out how you feel...?
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shitpost number I have 2927829272 of these saved and need to free up space
#the second one made tears come to my eyes from laughing so hard#basically I miss being here but#Unpopular opinion Topper is my fav#(the topper I created in my mindpalace)#I actually hope he's worse !! he deserves to be evil just bc#gotten to a point where idk if I'm repeating these because there's so many#y'all will take what I give you and enjoy it tho#anyways 😊#barry x rafe#rafe cameron#rafe x barry#rafebarry#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#outerbanks rafe#barry obx#really covering all my bases#ward cameron#topper thornton
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chose not to speak on this at the time but actually i truly despise the bbc ghosts ending. im sorry it was so dumb and made the entire previous episode feel absolutely pointless. alison CHOSE to STAY because that’s her FAMILY!!! there is no reason they couldn’t have continued to live in the haunted manor pls
#bbc ghosts#ive never seen a finale do the same ending plotline twice and then retcon everything it established in the previous episode#also. imagine being a baby and having awesome ghost friends.#idk if she could see them as she grew up but it would be so sick if she could ok…#sorry if this is an unpopular opinion i truly have no clue. i watched the finale like months late#ghosts#mossy posts
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also let me know in the tags why!!
#apparently people think gojo and yuuji have more common parallels & this is the first time i'm hearing about it so#for me it has always been geto & yuuji // gojo & megumi because of their similarities but that could be an unpopular opinion idk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru#geto suguru#yuuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#satosugu#itafushi#stsg#jjk megumi#jjk yuuji#jjk meta
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Desi parents would do a whole ritual to remove that 'buri nazar' but never take you to a therapist for your depression and anxiety
#kyu bhaii?#idk#desiblr#desi tumblr#desi#desi side of tumblr#mine#unpopular opinion#desi shit posting#desi teen#just desi things#whatever
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Thank you for writing my request, I loved it!! I have another idea but it's a deeper subject so I understand not everyone is comfortable with writing about it. Could you write about a younger reader and the team see self harm wounds and scars while they were injured or while they were changing? (Something along those lines) and what they would do/ react? Xx
what is most precious to you?
Summary: The 141 discover a part of you that you’d wanted to bury.
Tags: TW s/elf harm scars + sui/cide and talk of it, please read carefully/don't read if this topic triggers you, platonic!141 x medic!fem!reader, reader implied to be mentally ill, younger!reader, descriptions of blood and injury, canon typical violence, soap + ghost focused, unedited
Word count: 1.5k
Notes: im glad u enjoyed the previous req anon! i hope I'm able to do this req justice too 🫡
You’d been a part of the 141 long enough for the others to know and trust you.
An esteemed medic that knew medicine and all things fixing like the back of her hand, despite your age—it was a natural skill, it seemed. Your hands were always so damn fast with a gauze—hell, even a dirty rag you’d make use of in an instant.
You were just good. Reliable. Consistent. Seemingly just a normal young lady whose only eccentricity was the job she chose to be: a medic for a merc group.
Soap often liked to joke about that normalcy that clung onto you.
“Bet when you’re on leave you work a 9 to 5 and sleep right at 8. I’m right, aren’t I?”
You snorted. “No, I’d sleep at 9.”
“Ohhhhh, daring! Don’t be too crazy! Ya might just lose a leg!”
Even Ghost would sometimes jump in, adding his own joke occasionally.
“Should I get you a planner for your birthday? A nice, minimalist one with neutral stickers to match.”
You’d scoff and jab back, whether it be at Ghost’s mask or Soap’s current and past hair-styles.
But they never gave you a tough time about it—they were glad that one of them was able to blend back to civvy life with ease.
Price even said it was his favorite trait—”sometimes, you need the practicality and mindset of a normal lady to get shit done.”
“Thanks?”
The guys all had a similar image of what your childhood was like: middle-class, parents all stiff-like and old-timey, your favorite hobbies probably were things like football or reading, things like that.
However, that image shattered during a post-mission intermission.
Things went wrong, completely askew—the enemies were clearly prepared for the attack, because landmines were everywhere and the area was crawling with hostiles.
It was a resounding loss—many casualties, wounded, etc.
You could hardly keep up, trying to patch up as many as possible, even when the sky rained of bullets and the air tasted thickly of gunpowder and death. It was like a place between purgatory and hell, a constant flow of shouts, screams, explosions.
It was too late for you to noticed a bullet grazed your arm; it was deep enough to be visible, but luckily it wasn’t aimed low enough for it to shoot into your arm.
You had ignored the wound—in your mind, it only made sense to focus on the soldiers who were fighting for their lives and riddled with bullet wounds.
So you just did that: focus on them.
But, due to the constant movement and strain, the graze only worsened, almost tearing. The adrenaline numbed the pain, but you knew it was gonna hurt like a bitch soon enough.
Luckily though, Ghost shouted in your ear through the comms.
“Bravo-1, retreat!—fuckin’ hell—everyone, retreat!”
You did just that—retreat.
Huffing and puffing, you were quick to run to the distant chopper you recognized as the 141′s. A haze of sand was the only saving grace as it covered you from the enemies direct line of sight.
Soap pulled you into the helicopter with a quick grab of your wrist, completely unaware of the graze that arm sustained. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, feeling the skin tear just a little more.
The entrance of the helicopter shut, and with both of you heaving, the plane finally shot back into the air, rocking back and forth the slightest bit. The sound of bullets slowly melted away into harsh whirring and mechanical buzz.
You took a moment to collect yourself, inhaling sharply before you got up, arm still bleeding.
But, strangely, you felt it drip along your arm and into your hand, running along your finger—ah, it should’ve been obvious, the sleeve of your wounded arm had completely torn.
You lifted the arm, examining the wound.
Scars of varying sizes, textures, and freshness—some having strange bubbly dots, others consisting of messy lines. Some of the fresher scars had torn a little, causing thin lines or red to rise.
Your blood ran cold. You glance up, hoping—praying—that Soap didn’t see, or even understand the implications.
But you could see he was staring, the cogs in his mind slowly snapping together.
You put your arm away to your side, hiding it from his view.
“Lass—“
“I need a medkit. We have one on the plane?”
You loathed the look of sadness, of pity that shone in his eyes, pulled at the muscles of his face.
Don’t. Stop.
I’m not weak. Don’t—I’m not weak!
A chorus of words, feelings, of palpable dark was what filled your mind now. Insecurity, self-hatred, all of it—you’d been working on it, trying to regulate, to reason with the miasma that had taken ahold of your consciousness.
But, fuck, you’ve revealed it to Soap of all people—he felt bad, didn’t he? Disgusted? Worried? He was gonna tell Price, wasn’t he? That your unfit for the 141, that—
A hand rested on the top of your shoulder.
“Can I patch you up?” Soap asked softly.
You grit your teeth. Moving away from his hand, you shook your head, glaring at the floor. A small splatter of blood was there. “I can fix it myself.”
You expected—wanted—him to berate you.
But he didn’t. He was kind.
“Sure, kid. I’ll just get ya the med kit—stay put.”
Another wave of shame rocked you. You sat on one of the small seats connected to the walls of the heli, rubbing away the small bits of dried blood.
Consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t hear Soap murmuring to Ghost.
“The kid—she, ah...” He ran a finger along his wrist. “Catch my drift?”
“Cutting herself?” Ghost said bluntly.
“Sometimes I wish you had a little more tact, L.T.”
Ghost ignored him. “They fresh or old?”
“Both,” he sighed, grabbing a med kit from one of the plane’s various compartments. “What’re we supposed to do? Don’t wanna scare off the kid, but don’t wanna leave her on her own devices hacking away at ‘erself!”
Ghost grabbed the kit from his hands. “I’ll handle this. You sit down—go near the Captain. Try to leave us some privacy.”
Hesitantly, Soap nodded. “Work your magic, sir.”
Ghost made his way to the other end of the helicopter where you were. You were hunched over your wound, a deep frown on your face. It’s uncharacteristic, but he knew it was a part of yourself you’d prefer to be shrouded in dark. Suffering wasn’t a nice look, was it?
But it was human. Denying your own right to feel it—it made Ghost frown too.
He sat beside you, kit in his hand. You had finally looked up then, alarmed.
“Gimme your arm, kid.”
You opened your mouth.
“Not leavin’ till I patch your arm up, so don’t even try.”
Shamefully, you lifted your arm slowly.
He took it with gentle but firm hands, a thumb running along a faint scar.
Ghost opened the kit haphazardly with another hand.
“When I was your age—maybe a little younger—couldn’t find much meaning in everything.”
He lifted his hand from your arm and grabbed alcohol and a small cotton rag. Dampening the rag with alcohol, he drew it to your arm, rubbing away the excess blood and cleaning the wounds. You didn’t make any noise, only breathing raggedly.
“The suffering was pointless, in my eyes; thought, ‘this isn’t bloody fair’. Born in a shitty house with a shitter father, food hardly ever on the table, my mind deteriorating, and the world cast in deep gray.”
You nodded.
Ghost grabbed a bandage gauze, unravelling it and wrapping it gently around the graze and the scars. It was calming, watching him work away, even if the wrapping was a little clumsy.
“The harsh reality came a little while later, and it’s that people like me—us—we gotta work hard for shit to change. That this weight forced upon us, it’s only we that can shed it off. It’s still not fair—frankly, suicide is easier. Thought of doing it for the longest time... But...”
He shook his head. “In my eyes, it’s a coward’s way out. We should never die by our own hands—there’s always something to live for.”
“What are you living for?”
“Mmmm.... For tomorrow’s pint.”
You laughed.
He grabbed a safety pin and pinned the end of the gauze. “...now, I know it’s ‘silly’ to say, but you know we’re here for you?—the 141′s got your back, kid—how about this, let’s make a deal.”
“Yeah?”
“You ever have the urge to cut yer arm, you come straight to me, or the others. They’ll listen. They care.”
They care.
It’s weird, but hearing the words said out loud, it hit you.
They really care.
You took in a shaky breath. “Thank... you.”
“It’s no problem at all, kid. Stay strong.”
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Ohhhhh my god you hate tyrion? Should we tell everyone? Should we throw a party? Should we invite tywin lannister
#.txt#idc if you hate him but people are so annoying about it#'omg guys i have a stunning and brave opinion to share >_<...i don't like tyrion' girl that is not an unpopular opinion#I feel like I've seen more tyrion haters than tyrion enjoyers idk#they're so like. performative about it too like they gotta make a big show of how much they hate him
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