#ill destroy it just to piss you off actually

[yellow-g0ache]

Someone's probably already said it but I'd rather rip and tear at my flesh and destroy my beautiful feminine image and be assured the reflection in the mirror is mine than see a pretty face I don't feel at home in

[marypsue]

Look, the reason why people get pissed off when you say shit like '"mental illness" doesn't exist, it's all a product of the capitalist social structures we're forced to live under' is because we have to live inside our fucking brains, and lemme tell you, no amount of the natural world not being destroyed and me not having to work for a living is going to make me magically be able to choose what I want to do and just do it without any pre-planning or effort, and I'm pretty sure it's not going to magically make anyone no longer experience paranoia or delusions, or make the sucking existential despair that needs no actual justification for itself vanish, or or or or or.

'well but in a better political system those would be considered neutral or even positive traits/you'd be cared for by a community that -' bro I literally do not know how to tell you that you are completely disregarding the experiences of people with mental illnesses and considering them only based on how their mental illness affects the people around them, which is the exact same capitalistic model that you're blaming for 'causing' mental illnesses in the first place.

[Obligatory disclaimer because how dare you say we piss on the poor: of course there are social determinants of what gets categorised as a 'mental illness', it's not neat, it's not simple. Which is part of why it's so fucking frustrating when people go all the way in the other direction and say that it's entirely socially determined and doesn't exist inside your brain at all.]

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 19th: Scifi/tech | Electric Eye - Judas Priest | Bewildered a/n: eddie pov, eddie & dustin friendship, dustin & steve friendship, and an excuse for me to weasel one of my favorite steve headcanons into something. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

After his release from the hospital and the unfortunate news that his trailer had been destroyed, Eddie goes from functionally homeless to having multiple spaces that feel like home. 

He’s been all but adopted by Claudia at this point, an offer extended immediately after hearing the version of the story everyone’s agreed upon— that the ground split open and Eddie nearly ate it pushing Dustin out of the way. It’s not quite the truth, but the theme is the same and anyone who’s willing to sacrifice themself for her son is welcome any time. 

Especially when he’s been called upon to help with Dustin’s science fair project. It’s out of Eddie’s league a bit, the actual science part, but he and his mechanical brain prove helpful. Kinda nice, actually, to use those hotwiring skills for good. 

Of course, it also helps that the government set him and Wayne up in a modest two bedroom house down the road, and that Eddie can practically smell Claudia's cooking when the windows are open. Like Garfield, he’s drawn to the Henderson house with the scent of a fresh lasagna. 

Bellies full and completed project sitting confidently on the kitchen table for tomorrow, they’re watching Star Wars movies in Dustin’s living room, one after another, and he feels just a touch like a traitor. Star Trek will always have his heart and Wayne can never know. 

“How’d you get into Star Wars anyways?” Eddie asks, sprawled across Dustin’s couch. 

“Can you believe Steve actually got me into them?” Dustin replies, curled up on the recliner. 

There’s an infinite number of ways a child might be introduced to the Star Wars franchise— a parent, a trailer before another movie, a carrier pigeon dropping a flier at their fucking feet— and they’re all more believable than Steve Harrington introducing Dustin Henderson to the sci-fi epic. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie turns with wide eyes and a crooked grin to face Dustin. “What?”

“I know, right? It was uh, okay this is a little embarrassing.” Dustin cuts himself off, justifying some secret Eddie somehow hasn’t been told yet. 

He knows about the Mind Flayer and the Russians, and all the other Dungeons and Dragons lore that’d lived beneath his feet for years. What could possibly be left to make Dustin cringe like that? 

“Oh, do tell.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and gestures with an arm towards the expanse of space between them. “Floor is yours, young Bard. Spin the tale.”

Dustin rolls his eyes and throws popcorn at him. He tries to catch it in his mouth but he’s never been that coordinated. 

“It’s not really a tale. A few years ago, there was this school dance, the Snow Ball. I got all amped up, Steve helped with my hair, and then the night was a total fucking dud. Nancy danced with me which was like, super awesome of her, but I felt like shit after anyways.”

Eddie listens with rapt attention, pissed off that Dustin had such a relatable middle school experience and intrigued at this new sliver of Steve lore. Not that he cares. Obviously. Why would he? The idea of Steve helping Dustin get ready for the Snow Ball doesn’t conjure up words like adorable at all. 

He nods him on. 

“And uh, I called Steve the next day. He came over and we had pizza and he brought some of his favorite movies he thought I’d like. Star Wars had spaceships so obviously, easy choice. And here we are now with Return of the Jedi.” 

Okay, yep, that’s gonna be hard to tamp down the next time he sees Steve. Stomping his ill-advised crush into the ground beneath his Rebooks has been hard enough but now? Motherfucker. 

It’s also not lost on him that Dustin chose these movies today. Eddie feels like he’s stepping into some tradition that doesn’t belong to him, but he can’t squash the kid’s enthusiasm with his own insecurity. 

Instead, Eddie goes for the low hanging fruit.  

“Wow. Gotta tell you man, that’s maybe weirder than finding out about the monsters and shit. Steve’s favorite movie is Return of the Jedi?” 

Dustin snorts and laughs, toothless and free. Happiness isn’t new for Dustin, not anymore, but it’s still nice to see after all they’ve been through. 

“Well, that’s one of them. He always calls it ‘the ones with the teddy bears’, so people assume he means Return of the Jedi. But I know the truth. That dork loves Caravan of Courage.”

Eddie flips through his mental catalog of sci-fi movies and lands on a VHS cover: a couple of humans, a few Ewoks, and something that looks like a machine gun. If he remembers correctly, it has something of a cult following but wasn’t touted as a high point in the series. 

… And it’s Steve’s favorite. The one with the teddy bears. 

“Wait… what?!”

[darligvane]

Gage headcanons

I have these all written down in a google doc (plus way more) so I figured I might as well throw some here now that I'm getting more comfortable using tumblr lol. I'm very open to discussion about these! I might post more in the future if someone finds it interesting.

CW for: Minor mentions of addiction and some general trauma stuff. Nothing too bad I don't think but don't hold me to that.

A lot of these mention The Harvester by the way, sorry. Lore makes my brain itch.

● While he is a part of a minority of raiders who can actually read and write‐ (as evidenced by him leaving messages to Colter on his terminal) -he is dyslexic. It takes him a while to write things out coherently, and reading anything more than a few short sentences is often frustrating.

● ^ because of this, he prefers / genuinely enjoys comic books. They're light on reading and he can usually tell whats going on even without dialogue. He had a small collection of comic books back when he lived with The Harvester, and still gets kind of pissed he never got those back.

• Regarding comics, his least favorite character is the Silver Shroud. He just pisses him off.

● His eyepatch being so large is actually functional! (Somewhat) I like to think he lost his eye by getting shot in the face with a plasma round, which corroded and destroyed a large area of skin around his eye and down his cheek. So the large metal plating on his eyepatch covers the large scar.

● He actually lost his eye when he first joined The Harvesters gang when he was younger. One of Harvests gang members pulled the trigger on him when he initially approached them, thinking he had ill intentions. It sucked- but hey, at least they let him in.

● He made his own cage armor and designed it particularly around his needs rather than protection. He uses the cage to hold tools, parts, a rag, etc. while he works on things like Colters power armor or other mechanical things he fiddled with. Definitely doesn't make him very bulletproof, but following the boss around keeps him away from most combat situations anyway.

● Colter had a tendency to use Gages armor like a big handle to drag him around a lot, which he didn't particularly enjoy.

● His favorite colour is yellow, which is why his cage armor is the colour it is. He painted it himself :')

● Has the most horrific trust issues in all of mankind. (Thanks for betraying him Harvest, he will absolutely not recover from that.) He won't eat anything he doesn't see prepared himself, won't set down his drink unless he's alone, he can't sleep around other people, etc. When Colter dies and the new Overboss takes over, he doesn't even tell them where he sleeps until he trusts them entirely. He'll just dissappear at night unless you call out for him.

● These trust issues leak into his behaviors during relationships also. Down to the more simple things. He prefers to hug his partner from behind or be big spoon, he prepares food for them both, takes the night guard when camping, etc. Anything that puts him in the more advantageous position, even if its subconscious.

● The Harvester haunts him. He still sees and hears him in the shadows or corners after however many years its been. Has nightmares of him coming back and finally finishing the job, killing him. Feels the cold metal of a scythe against his throat when it isn't there... its endless. Even something as common as the sounds of distant gunfire make him paranoid, since it reminds him of the betrayal. Absolutely ruined him.

● Has tattoos inspired by / centered around The Harvesters. Covers them with his armor though. Hes got some trauma to unpack man, idk. (Should I do a tattoo tour for him?)

● One of the reasons he hates chems is from a previous addiction. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he made a few of his worst life decisions on chems and it just put a bad taste in his mouth. He'd prefer it if his Overboss / partner was in a rational state of mind, thank you.

● He is surprisingly good with animals for the most part. Particularly cats. Does the old man / dad thing where he says he doesn't like them or calls them mean names while secretly petting them or letting them hop in his lap when he's alone.

● Not usually a big fan of the more "exotic" wasteland animals though. Totally got jumpy one day and shot a Pack molerat on accident.

Thats probably enough for now. I'm happy to answer questions or expand on these more if asked, and I'll probably share more in the future. (Maybe some 18+ ones too? We'll see.)

[miscling]

🌻

something that's come up in the last few days for this thing is the balance between hard kink and soft contact.

like this thing likes it rough. it wants to get absolutely destroyed in mind and body. it wants bruises, cuts, and scars. it wants to be reduced to an incoherent mess. it wants degrading until it doesn't even remember how to behave like a human. it wants beating up, to be threatened, to be pissed on, and be left twitching in its arousal, completely denied any sort of release. it wants tying down, tortured, and kept from making its own decisions about its own existence. it wants to be treated like a slave and a toy, nothing more than an object for its owner's use.

but all that without any kind of care and affection sounds like misery. what's the point of its pain if it's not delivered with love? scars without affection are just injuries like stubbing your toe. if it's not cared for, then degredation is just putting it down and feels bad. without any kind of kindness, getting beaten up is just like pissing off assholes down the local pub. if it belongs to an owner who doesn't give it any kind of positive regard, what's the difference between that and any other job it could have?

so yeah, there's a balance, and this thing knows it needs both. it really loves being the victim of sadists and victimisers, but at the same time there has to be affection and care. it can play a little bit with someone but to get to the really fun and good stuff, there has to be both. it's not just about aftercare, it's about security.

even in its fantasies about being used and abused by someone who doesn't care about it, it still has a dedicated caretaker waiting in the wings to put it back together again. it imagines being given to someone else for a bit, or brainwashed to forget its victimiser cares about it, or brainwashed to think it doesn't want what it so obviously craves. whatever the scenario, this thing gets broken completely for the enjoyment of its partner, and it doesn't have to worry about holding itself back or protecting itself.

still, it would still enjoy a perfectly soft and affectionate kinky relationship. just because it wants to get wrecked, doesn't mean it has to be wrecked by every partner it has. it needs a balance.

thank you for the 🌻!

(when this thing tries to write a post about how it actually really enjoys softer kinks, it still spends 90% of the post talking about the hard kinks it enjoys...)

[bibibbon]

something that constantly pisses me off about lov bashers is that they don’t understand that an explanation is not an excuse.

they can’t wrap their head around the fact that yes toga is a murderer but that doesn’t negate the fact that she was driven to that point by society.

if her parents supported her and helped her with the symptoms and urges caused by her quirk i doubt she would’ve become a villain.

she was literally driven to insanity not because she’s always been that way, but because suppressing her urges for so long caused her to snap.

twice became a villain because he had no other choice. he had no family, no job, and he was just a child. he had no where to go and no one to help him.

it really hits home for me because i have autism and several other mental problems, so some of my behaviors are because of those issues. but whenever i say that people say i’m making excuses when i’m not. i understand that some of my behaviors aren’t okay. that my mental illnesses aren’t my fault, but they are my responsibility.

yes toga should go to jail/juvenile detention because she’s killed several people, but we should acknowledge that the reason she became a murderer is because of how she was treated. BUT that doesn’t mean her being a murderer is okay or justified.

this also relates to how i believe spinner was right about how placating to their oppressors will do nothing.

the civil rights movement wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. they had to *fight* for their rights. key word being fight.

yes peaceful protest are certainly effective but they won’t work 100% of the time. sometimes you just have to get your hands dirty.

for example, sit-ins and peaceful marches were extremely important to the movement. but sometimes you just need to throw a brick at a cop.

stonewall isn’t infamous because it was peaceful. it’s infamous because it showed the world that the lgbtq community wasn’t going to sit idly by and let themselves be brutalized.

but the thing is 100% of spinners ideology won’t work, and 100% of shoji’s ideology won’t work either. there needs to be a balance between the two.

tl;dr some of the mha community is allergic to nuance and it makes me wanna scream.

Tbh I wouldn't label myself a league of villains basher but Iam definitely anti against the lov fans that claim the league are completely innocent and haven't done any crimes whatsoever.

I have said this before and I will say it again all of the leauge of villain members are victims. They are victims!!! But they have also done bad things. They are victims and they are bad people. Two things can coexist at once.

One thing that I find interesting about some league members that I wish was explored more often was the hypocrisy they had. For example take toga who has stated that she doesn't want to go to jail for her crimes and has murdered but also simultaneously gets distraught over twices death. I love toga but that can definitely be described as hypocritical and it's something that I love about her and I wish horikoshi delved into this with the league a whole lot more.

Also one of my problems that I mentioned in another post is that the leauge don't actually have a viable goal. As of current their goal was to simply destroy and create carnage so they can somehow get a better world for themselves. Realistically that plan is incredibly flawed and would obviously backfire horribly so I wish that horikoshi could of made it so that they developed out of that plan and used the MVA to target groups like the HPSC and other parts of the government to prove their point without harming innocent kids and civilians.

Agreed shoji and spinners ideologies are both flawed but if combined there can be a common ground reached. Thinking about this I can't help but also wonder what if shigaraki properly used the MVA and their resources? What if there wasn't an outright war? What if there was more bonding between the villains and their heroes?

@mikeellee used to suggest that shigaraki would try and get izuku on board with the MVA and I can't help but think that's a great idea and would help the narrative while adding more nuance and development to izuku and other characters.

[dead8bit]

━ Collared .

Quackity x Reader - Chapter 1 : The Cartel

word count : 2.7k

a/n : this is gonna be an extensive series that will have a lot (i mean a lot) of chapters, cant promise ill actually finish it to the end but ill try. updates will be slow i think ? i get distracted and burnt out very easily BUT IM TRYING MY BEST!!!!! also if u prefer reading on ao3, u can read this from my ao3 account :] pls enjoy ! <3

small update: i removed the dialogue indents cus they would keep removing themselves and it was actually pissing me off...

A large shadow peered over you, larger than it was just the day before. The sound of shoes running up to where you were got closer until they stopped by you, accompanied by laughs.

“Holy fuck!” Tommy wheezed out loud. “The penis is back!”

“Yeah… Holy fuck?” You laughed.

Eret’s large stone tower stood high above the land, which was now lined with dark obsidian. Just the day before, right where the tower stood was a small little hut with a sign reading: ‘Size doesn’t matter’ that Fundy built as a prank (also revenge for building an insanely large tower the day before).

Tommy continued laughing, “Fundy is going to lose his shit when he sees this!”

“Have the others seen this?!” You asked.

As if they heard the both of you-

“OH MY GOD!”

You heard Tubbo yell out from behind. You spun around and saw Tubbo and Jack with their mouths hung open. They both ran up to you and Tommy, forming a horizontal line, just staring at Eret’s tower.

“Okay no- This is so stupid,” Tommy said, “Please, I need to discuss important business.”

Tommy walked off and made his way to his now destroyed Power Tower, climbing up to the top, you and the others following. You all looked out at the little shack built into the side of a hill with a small sign hung above that read: ‘TommyInnit Enterprise.’”   

“So… Here's the thing,” Tommy sighed. “What really hit me earlier- I’ve got a big war on my hands, right?”

You all looked at each other and nodded silently.

You never actually experienced the war between Tommy and Dream, you’d only come across the Dream SMP a few months after. You and Tommy instantly became friends despite the warnings from all the residents. Tommy told you about the war and the Disc Saga and how it all went down, in his own interpretation obviously.

 “Yeah... I think you three are gonna join me since, let’s be honest, there’s three, you know, the three T’s and... Y/N!” You playfully scoff at the last remark.

Tommy continues, “We’re really trying to solidify our dynamic! I would imagine you’re gonna join me, I know you fuckin’ will Tubbo and Y/N-

 “HEY!” Tubbo exclaimed while turning to you with a look on his face.

“...But I imagine you will also be Jack.”

Jack nods.

“Now listen to me.

“You all know I gave away the discs for the good of L’Manberg. All right, but I want to get them back and I was thinking right... What are Dream’s weaknesses?

“In every single war, Dream has destroyed the shit out of our bases, look at this!”

He flung his arms out to showcase the dirtied and scuffed terrain around his ‘Enterprise’, also referencing the destruction of Tubbo’s old house and the land surrounding L’Manberg.

He starts pointing all around the tower, “We’re standing on a half burnt down, destroyed Power Tower!”

We all looked around at each other and started cheering him on, “Right... Yeah, YEAH!”

“But what hit me was the one thing Dream does is he either wants, or he respects other people’s items...

“The only thing he’s done is steal my discs because he puts value in them! He doesn’t destroy them at all! He got rid of my entire base, but he left the chests! He left the chests!”

He turns to Jack, “And the one time he wanted to burn the chests, he offered you a thousand dollars!”

“That’s true...” Jack agreed.

“So, what hit me was that Dream respects items but not the land or any buildings. If I’m going up against him, I know this sounds stupid, but I’m gonna need a safe room with a bunch of chests and valuables, like a full 360 room! If I lose items, he won't break in because he respects items.”

Tommy looks at the three of you with bright eyes, “Okay follow me.”

The four of you climbed down the tower and made your way over to Tommy’s base. You continue to follow him while Tommy grabs a nearby pickaxe and goes through his back door to the other room with small chairs and his jukebox. He begins to hack at the corner of the wall signalling where he wants the secret room to go. Both Jack and Tubbo grab their pickaxes and start helping out with the walls.

You lean against the other wall, “Why in your private quarters?”

“Y’know cause it’s private so it lessens the chance of Dream coming in here,” Tommy huffed.

You stifled a laugh, “Oh yeah, cause Dream respects signs.”

“Fuck off.”

The three dig out a room and start placing empty barrels and storage blocks lining the walls, floor, and ceiling. You decide to walk around and look for Fundy while the men (boys) banter in the back room.

“Look at that! Oh Christ- What are you doing?!”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’?”

“I’m trying to build this and you’re mining it!”

 “Isn’t this what you wanted?!”

“Tubbo, get out of here... Clearly you don’t deserve to be here.”

“Hey!”

Just outside the arch of Tommy’s little shack, you’re met with Fundy face to face with Eret’s new and improved tower. You could imagine the look on his face just from the way his ears perked up under his uniform and his tail swishing irritably.

You quietly chuckled to yourself as you walked up to Fundy, “So, Fundy, what’s your thoughts on the new building in town?”

“What the fuck... It’s too big!”

“I thought you said size doesn’t matter!?”

“I've changed my mind,” he hisses in response.

The trio caught up with the two of you and once again you all stood around looking at the tower.

Fundy rubbed his head, “Goddamn obsidian... No way.”

His ears perked up after he sifted through his thoughts for a second.

A large grin stretched across his face, “Did you know that pee is stored in the balls, Tommy.”

A roar of gasps emitted from everyone's mouths, followed by a string of confused chuckles.

“Wait, you're just going to put a pair of balls on it?” You questioned.

“I plan on flooding the entire thing.”

“Where are the balls?” Jack spoke up.

Fundy turned to Jack, “Last time you said it was the bottom layer?”

“Well, I- I didn’t actually say that but- Yeah, fair enough.”

Tommy started walking around the base of the great tower, looking up at the very top, “I think you should at least destroy the top bit because this is a monster.”

He continued, “Listen, I mean this in the most sincere and serious way possible... Eret’s great penis is a monster.”

You and Tubbo covered your mouths and laughed together.

“Alright so tell me what your idea was, other than shaving the top off?” Fundy asked Tommy.

“Shave? Why would you describe it as shaving, man?!”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a medical procedure for this,” Tubbo chimed in.

Tommy’s eyebrows perked up, “What’s it called for a building?”

“No, for a penis.”

You wiped your eyes from laughing at the absolute ridiculousness of the current conversation, “Oh my god- Oh my god...”

The boys kept scheming amongst themselves, but you decided to check on the secret room in Tommy's enterprise. You walk in and see a piece of paper sticking out of one of his chests. It didn’t look like a map, and it had a lot of writing on it. Your hand reaches for the top of the chest, and you push it up, opening it and seeing a letter with messy black ink scribbled over the page. You picked it up and your eyes scanned over the message.

Hey Tommy!

Listen here, you’re missing out on the big money! The big bucks! You know what I’m saying. There’s a lot of things you can do… Not drugs, I’m clean! I’m serious!

Anyway, you know… everyone has access to all of the resources around you, right? But what if YOU were the only one who had access to those resources? You would have so much power, power beyond belief. And that’s what you need Tommy! POWER!

Here’s the plan…

You need an infrastructure, so you build a minecart highway, make everyone use it and then eventually they’ll get used to it and use it as common transportation. Then before they know it… You pop up in the middle of the fucking highway with a diamond sword and you fucking hijack their shit and take EVERYTHING they fucking have! They won’t see that shit coming! I’m telling you that’s the way it’s gotta be!

And look! I even made blueprints for you. You can’t show anyone though… they’re kind of a secret where I come from…

Big Q :]

Who and what the hell? You peered back into the chest to see a folded-up piece of paper which you grabbed and opened. You stared at the page in disbelief as you saw a shitty and childish drawing of a singular road which was, what you could assume, the blueprint that ‘Big Q’ had sent over.

“Are you stealing my shit?”

You turn around to see Tommy, “Who is ‘Big Q’?”

Tommy takes the letter from your hand and awkwardly laughs, “You didn’t read this, did you?”

“I did.”

“Jesus… He’s a guy I know and he’s suggesting we start a cartel,” he says as he pinches his forehead.

“And his name is ‘Big Q’?” You put up your hands to make quotation marks in the air.

“Quackity is his name.”

You furrowed your brows and turned your body to fully face him, “His parents named him that? That’s his legal name?”

“It’s confidential…” Tommy sighed.

“…Right.”

Tommy throws the letter and ‘blueprint’ back into his chest and makes his way down the ladder, to the sewers.

You called out to him, “Why?”

To which he responded with a yell of determination, “POWER!”

Fucking hell.

The day goes on and on. Tommy spends half the day replacing the stone floors in the sewers with packed ice to slide boats across them to create an infrastructure that supposedly people are going to rely on (they won’t). He ends up using Tubbo as his test ‘mugging’ and you eventually find them in an Area 51 with Jack after an extensive period of chasing each other through the sewers.

Eventually the four of you make your way back into the sewers and Tommy begins to explain how you need to plan a heist, along with a lab.

The three of them dug out another room in the walls and you all migrated inside. Tommy proceeds to put up a sign on the side of the entrance and writes ‘Boss man’s hideout’ on it.

“‘Boss man’s hideout’? This is so stupid…” You laugh.

Tommy crosses his arms and scoffs in your face, “How dare you! Big Q is our boss!”

“Right… And where is he right now?”

He presses his lips into a line, “…Busy.”

“You’re so full of shit-”

“OKAY Y/N! OKAY GUYS!” Tommy cut you off. “Here’s what we’re going to do…

“In the coming days, not today, we’re going to do a heist… Because there’s an item that we can get for ourselves and no one else can get. Big Q said we can get a monopoly on every single item. I say we start small, we gotta start small.

“I say… we meet up in a day’s time and we can do the heist! Not today cause… I gotta go man, I-I’ve places to be and women to- I don’t have women to talk to…

“ALL RIGHT! We’ll meet up tomorrow and that’s what we’ll do. But until then… no mentions of boss man’s hideout, all right? No mentions to nobody. You hear me? Don’t even tell any of the others were allied with."

He finishes off his announcement, “The first rule of the cartel is that there is no cartel…

All four of you stood in the cramped hideout, arms crossed, serious eyes, dressed in the L’Manberg uniform. Tommy, the blond boy who bounces off the walls all the time, being a little shit to everyone and everything. Tubbo, the calmer and so-called ‘clingy’ boy who just wants to do his own thing. Tommy is actually the clingy one to Tubbo… Jack, the newest out of the four and honestly has to put up with the boys, they really do love Jack. And there you were… Y/N. Everyone looked around at each other, unknown to how this ‘Big Q’ would change the upcoming events of the land you and everyone else walked upon.

Your thoughts were cut off by Tommy's voice once again, “All right, everyone get out!”

The phantoms were gone. You’re not quite sure why or how that happened but that meant one thing… for the cartel. Since no one could find these phantoms in the sky at all, they couldn’t harvest anymore phantom membranes which were usually crafted to make slow fall potions. Obviously, Tommy had to use this to our (his) advantage.

“HEY GUYS!” You heard Tommy shout at you, Tubbo, and Jack from behind.

The three of you guys stopped walking and stared back at Tommy as he jogged up to you, a huge grin on his face. You were all making your way back into the sewers to meet up at ‘Boss man’s hideout’ so the heist could be resumed and reevaluated from the day prior.

You all gathered around in the hideout, Tommy swinging one arm over your shoulder and the other over Tubbo’s, “Okay so… Here's the thing, if we go around the server, we get all the phantom membranes, we bring them down here or even ender chest them.”

“Which then means we become the most powerful group in the land!” Tommy exclaimed, “You know this cause Dream fucking shits himself over items that he doesn’t have.”

You shuffle your feet with uncertainty at the mention of Dreams name, Tommy notices and starts blabbering out more words, “Holy shit, he’ll shit himself and that’s what we gotta do, we gotta head out with leather armour and look really unsuspicious.

“Now you guys follow me…”

Eventually you all meet at Tommys enterprise, and he fishes in his chests for four stacks of black, leather armour, poorly made. You all looked at each other quizzically and hesitantly took the clothes and you all headed off into your own rooms to get changed out of your uniforms. When you returned, Tommy threw two sticks at you and two more pairs at Tubbo and Jack.

Jack picked up the sticks and asked, “What on earth are these for?”

“We’re plumbers!” Tommy responded.

This heist was so stupid, genuinely. You end up breaking into almost, if not, everyone’s homes and bases to steal phantom membranes. Jack even killed Purpled’s pet chicken, by accident obviously… You all ran across the Dream SMP, in both fear and laughter, you really appreciated these moments with the only people you could trust.

By the end of it, Purpled, Punz, and Ponk had chased you down the sewers with Tubbo holding them off whilst Tommy, Jack and you were trying not to drop any of the membranes. You all end up in Tommy's enterprise, slamming the lid of his ender chest down after we obtained all the membranes. That marks the end of the heist, officially.

After changing back into your L’Manberg uniform and discarding your previous armour somewhere else, you walk past Tommy who was writing something.

You come up behind him and peer over his shoulder, “Whatcha’ writing?”

“I’m disbanding the cartel.” He mumbled.

His hand scribbles words down onto the page, slightly smudging the ink as he moves to a new line, your eyes are able to see who it’s being sent to: ‘Bossman’.

“Oh… well, I had fun, you know.” You spoke up.

He chuckles, “I did too, but I need to focus on other things, plus I get that you feel iffy about Quackity.”

“Hey, do whatever you want to do, and yeah he seemed a bit odd…?” You crossed your arms.

You wouldn’t expect to hear or see that man in the near future.

[possessionisamyth]

Let's talk about Jill! I love her. You love her. She has ProblemsTM, and no one talks about her enough.

Jill is the most skilled S.T.A.R.S member, and the most adept at dealing with bioweapons post RE3. Sure, Chris got his ass beat by Wesker and killed Alexia in Code Veronica(a kill Claire should've gotten), but they still don't compare to all the various fucked up forms of Nemesis who Jill had to kill again, and again, and again mostly by herself.

From that point on it's Chris and Jill working together if you want to count the manga segments, but let's touch on her character beats. Like her insomnia. Or her untreated PTSD. Or her depression. Actually, I'm going to tackle the most fun thing about Jill when it comes to handling her various brain problems and that's how she deals with them.

She gets really mad.

Why is this fun? Why is this different? Why is this valuable? Well, the simple answer is a lot of women characters aren't allowed to show ugly, visceral anger when they're given mental illnesses. If they do, it's to the villainize them. The same way goes for men not being allowed to cry more than a single tear down the cheek when they're depicted as sad. If they do more than this, they're considered weak and feminine which is also a way to villainize anything deemed feminine, but we are staying on topic.

Jill gets pissed off when she's challenged, and it's great and refreshing because tools in the narrative justify her anger. She slaps Carlos in the face when he implies they should kill themselves instead of getting eaten by zombies or blown up by the bomb because how dare he suggest giving up after all the effort they put into surviving? It's on sight whenever she so much as sees Nicholai in the novelization. She's snippy, and annoyed, and cussing in RE3 Remake and none of it is framed as cutesy. She's fucking tired, and she's mad about all this shit blowing up in her face all the fucking time! That's why people were calling her mean in the remake, and it's like! Good! I'm glad she's angry and "mean" in one of the worst times of her life!

It's a little sad to see some of that frustration drop in Revelations I, but god Wesker capitalized on her blinding rage when he put her under mind control. Still an extremely stupid arc to give her. Will never forgive them for it. But my girl was so fucking mad, and you know what they didn't do when Chris saved her? She wasn't crying or sobbing or weeping. The anger was still there, but as much as the mind was willing, the body was too weak to employ it. She pushed Chris away to yell at him to save the world. If she was just a modicum stronger it might've been a harder shove or a slap, but that's all she could do.

And we get a mere snippet of this anger in Death Island when she's in the shooting range talking to Chris. The truth is she's not handling being back on the field well at all, but she built her entire life up to S.T.A.R.S and past that proving that she's not weak to other people. It's too hard of a habit to break because it's a defense mechanism. To Jill, being viewed as weak even for a moment will lead to being taken advantage of, and she never wants to be taken advantage of. She needs to have control over her life and herself, doubly so after surviving Wesker. So she's going to keep that control even if it means accidentally biting the hands that reach out to her to help. This kind of depiction is usually only given to men, and Jill gets it. She gets it! And she's not evil for it! And it's so so so soo good when it's employed well! (Unfortunately this is also why in newer iterations they keep trying to tone this down by making her appear sexier, because she's too intimidating otherwise. Yes, it's just as bullshit as it sounds!)

Unlike Claire, Rebecca, and even Ada who can't show more than two emotions, Jill can shoot and kill and stab and tear and destroy with all the anger she wants, and she can still get a nice date if she wanted before the rest of the RE cast! This anger is allowed to be hers without it being framed as masculine with that "one of the boys/i have three brothers" nonsense and without vilifying her womanhood for daring to express her anger as ugly as anger can be! And that's why she's great, and I love her, and someone for the love of god please get her into some decent hands for whatever she's in next.

[y2kbugs-moved]

When you’ve had a limp since early childhood and you lived in the slums of the lowest part of the undercity and have been poor all your life and your condition only got worse as you grew older and even though you finally got accepted as the professor’s assistant in piltover the professor in question is a dog elf thing and now this young scientist your age just blew up his room and you have to arrest him then you find out hey he has cool ideas and prevent him from jumping off a ledge and partner with him but as the years go by your health worsens and he just keeps taking the spotlight and its fine you dont like the spotlight you’ve always preferred being lonely no you don’t and you eventually go from a cane to a crutch and you begin getting weaker while he gets stronger its fine youre still partners working together it’s cool then you start coughing up blood and don’t know how to explain it to him or the professor and then the dog elf professor says maybe it should take 10 years for hextech to be fully stabilized but you know full fucking well you can’t live that long and as you wait for your bestie to make his awesome speech about how smart and cool he is (because he is!) you start coughing up blood and eventually you do it right in front of him and you just excuse yourself and go back to your lab to do work on the cool hexcore because you just had a sickness induced vision of it changing color based on your blood but then you begin coughing up blood again and eventually wake up in a hospital bed and your bestie is there trying not to burst into tears as he explains your condition is terminal even though you’ve always kinda known because of the horrible pollution you had to live with in the undercity and while you’re ruminating in your steel oasis the fucking dog elf pops up again and says sorry but then says some stuff about the brightest burning away the fastest as if his weird species doesn’t live like a thousand years and as you experiment further with the hexcore you start to lose yourself and eventually you go back to an “old friend” in the undercity who’s been making illegal drugs and you agree to take the drugs if you think it will cure you but you have to take them in private oh and your bestie just said something classist while you were trying to return back to piltover and he didn’t even apologize not even when a motolov cocktail was thrown at your feet and later your bestie brings his girlfriend over and they start talking about making hextech weapons while you’re trying to defuse a fucking bomb and you nearly set it off in front of them because the concept of you and your bestie’s inventions being used to kill people pisses you off but you don’t do it and then you start injecting the illegal drug in your leg (which by the way is carved with runes you just cut into yourself great job) and it hurts so bad but it fucking works and your leg is now weird and purple but it works yet you want a little more so you make a big cut on your hand and show it to the hexcore which absorbs it and fucks you up but you’re ok and your leg and hand are now a weird purple mess but guess what you can finally run after so long you can finally outrun those boats and it feels so good and you just scream but of course that isn’t enough for you you have to cure your illness somehow so you get even more desperate and eventually you just run out of the illegal drug and don’t want to go back to get more and get in trouble so what do you do you carve runes all over your goddamn body and let the hexcore accept your sacrifice and so it does start sucking out all your blood then your assistant you’ve known since you were a child catches you in the act and tries to save you from being destroyed by the hexcore’s power but in the process she actually gets disintegrated right in front of you as she yells your name and all that’s left of her is ash and you find her diary where she wrote about how much you inspired her and everything and you have a complete mental breakdown over it and want to destroy the hexcore but you just cant meanwhile your health gets worse and you seriously consider jumping off a ledge but your bestie stops you

[alpydk]

Prepare for the incoming wall of text. I've woken with the need to share overshare about myself. Throughout my life, I've always been what people would describe as odd, a little too much at times. The common words I heard growing up were “Calm down” or the more soul-destroying ones “You have the potential but…” – I’m a UK child of the ’90s (A time when mental illness and neurodiversity did not exist). To be depressed was to be told to get over it, autism was just bad parenting. You get the picture. Either way, all of this led to a conditioning of always holding myself back. I monitor and question my behaviour like crazy, I share very little of myself with people, and I’m emotionally very distant, even now I write this believing it to be incredibly self-centred because is this the way a person should speak? Is this the normal way to act? My partner calls me cold and difficult to read, mostly because everything has been turned down to satisfy others. I took up kendo but struggled with any of it simply because of the fear of being too much. It didn’t last, mostly because I struggled to fit into the confined rules of the sport after I began to gain the confidence to break out. It made little sense to finally be myself but then conform to the rules and traditions of staying in line. I have very few friends due to this self-imposed isolation, I hold with people; Gale’s loneliness reflects my own considerably. Was I the gifted prodigy? Fuck no. But I was the one who could always do better. Even as an adult I really only have one friend I trust, and I still hold back with them because I know I become too much. In 2021/2022 I had a major breakdown (work, life, exhaustion, self-destruction etc); she saw the cracks online during our DnD games and was supportive, but even then, I only ever turned to her once for help. On the day I realised my father died, over a year after the actual event had happened… (A father who contributed to so many moments in Lissa’s story.) – I also hid that weak moment from my partner, conditioning telling me I could not be a burden to him. I guess why I’m writing all this long, winding, waffling, piece of cringe is as a thank you to you guys who have been so accepting of all the shit I post, you guys who interact with me and take the time to comment on the shit I write, who humour my piss poor excellent poetry, and make me feel like it’s ok to not hold back even if it’s so off the fucking wall at times. It’s nice to just feel like it’s not too much… To finally feel like me. Shit now I’m making myself cry… Here's the contributing music to Lissa's story.

A soul in tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

[firecrackerhh]

I don’t think sending people death threats is right or whatever, but I’m not gonna pretend like the people crying about our very fucking existence haven’t done the same exact shit.

But of course, antis don’t have shit to say when WE get fucking harassed, fuck us right? Maybe we would be kinder to them if they showed any respect for us! But noooooo, fuck that, god forbid they don’t virtue signal every wretched hour about how every little aspect of the show, fandom and creator included, pisses them the fuck off at all times and how awful we are and how dangerous to society we are or whatever the fuck you mentally ill weirdos believe.

But the second we give them back that energy they wanna play victim? Spare me. Play in fucking traffic or something.

“But that’s-“ what? Is it mean? Am I hurting your wittle fee fees? 🥺 oh you poor fucking babies. Cry to someone who gives a fuck.

It’s not like any fan who tells these people to off themselves is gonna actually do it, antis live off of spite and hatred and frankly anyone with such rancid opinions as them tunes us the fuck out anyway. It’s the ones who don’t y’all should be worried about.

I just wish these people could stop being such fucking hypocrites. Like you can’t bitch and moan about death threats when you’re in a group of people who routinely say that others should die over fictional fucking bullshit.

May I remind you all that this fandom wasn’t half as bad before these miserable fucks came in and started their whining and crying over their bad faith takes on everything involving the show? If anything, these people love the drama, they love the attention, it’s probably the only reason why some of these bastards wake up in the fucking morning! But sure, cry like our negative attention isn’t what you want.

Sure, it’s the hazbin fans that routinely send death threats, say racist shit, act homophobic, whatever, yeah, it’s always the fans right? Never antis, no, not them, pure cinnamon rolls they are./sarcasm

Clean up your own fucking house before you judge other people’s dumbfuck.

And yeah sure, Squidiot apologized for whatever bad shit she’s said and done in the past, but to be honest with you folks, I don’t believe this bitch for a second.

Lmao the same bitch who claimed that Viv was going to destroy society with her fucking cartoons thinks sending death threats is bad when by her own ‘logic’ (if you could even call it that) the only way Viv’s “society ending” cartoons would stop being created is if she died.

I can’t imagine being such a fucking tool to where I don’t fucking realize “hey…maybe this group of people routinely sending death threats to people over fictional bullshit isn’t the group I belong in” but then have the balls to say to the world “Vivziepop’s cartoon empire should fall!!!” Or whatever wacko shit without realizing the consequences of such a statement.

And just for the sake of clarity, yeah, clearly I’m not the pinnacle of kindness myself, I’m beyond aware, but Christ, at least I don’t directly send people death threats or whatever, like yeah, I’ve said bad shit before, I’m not denying that, but at least I don’t send it to the people I’m mad at.

If an anti sees my posts and that makes them angry that’s their own fault for looking at my shit to begin with.

Honestly the fact that most of those pictures of “harassment” the anti showed of non-Hazbin fans is at most fans telling the person “can you shut the fuck up” is kinda evidence to me these people are babies.

Like statistically I know there’s gotta be some subsection of fans who do send death threats on the regular and that shit isn’t ok, but shitty people are in every fandom my dude, it’s kinda inevitable, maybe stop whining that the hazbin fandom doesn’t do enough to remove people from the fandom and focus on your fucking behavior.

As if removing people from any fandom is even really possible, definitely for a fandom the size of Hazbin. It isn’t like we vote in leaders or something, it isn’t like Viv is Zeus and the big Hazbin accounts are Olympians, at most you can warn people of a person’s behavior, ostracize them even, but that doesn’t guarantee they’ll stop watching the show or engaging in fandom in other ways or with a different group of people or something.

People are awful, so most fandoms are toxic waste dumps, the hazbin fandom isn’t special, neither are antis, we’re all varying degrees of awful, it’s just a matter of what degree you are, and I think being an anti is significantly worse than any fan of a stupid fucking cartoon.

Giving off some real “I have the right to free speech!” Energy tbh. Like we all have an opinion my dude, doesn’t mean we’re obligated to endure your horseshit.

But on the bright side, that free speech bullshit applies to us as much as them, truly nothing is more American than telling a bitch to shut the fuck up over their bullshit-ass opinion. God bless America.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🔥🧨

[cloudman070]

I’ve had another idea right so Enid has five brothers and because of this she can shut down any argument Enid is indeed the youngest but all that means is she needed to work harder to intimidate her brothers (it’s the only way she’ll keep things in order her father is basically a mime and her mom sees it as boys being boys she needs to keep everyone from destroying the house or at least her things) right so one day Pubert Wednesday and Pugsley are all fighting like actually fighting what caused this fight? pugs said that Wednesday was going soft because she now has a girlfriend which is basically a declaration of war Enid decides there will be no torture or murder on this day and goes to break up the fight she tries to get their attention by simply calling their names when that doesn’t work she uses her usual tactic the best way to get someones attention is to yell “αρκετά!” That pulls everyone’s attention. She walks up to the three she looks at Wednesday and says “τι στο διάολο νομίζεις ότι κάνεις?” Wednesday is trying to muster up some kind of response she stumbles on her words a bit most of it is because she doesn’t know what Enid is saying the rest of it is her experiencing a gay panic this seems to just piss Enid off further she huffs then shifts her gaze to Pugsley “τι με εσυ εχεις μια απαντηση για μενα?” She doesn’t get an answer out of him either he’s too busy looking at his parents in the background like a silent plea for help Gomez and Morticia are just watching like ‘nope no way in hell are we about to step into that’ she takes a quick glance at Pubert she says nothing to him then she’s back to yelling “Οπότε κανείς δεν έχει απάντηση για μένα τότε!” She shakes her head grabs pubert and Pugsley by their shirts she’s practically carrying them as she heads upstairs Wednesday assumes she’s supposed to stay she’s already in deep shit no point in upsetting Enid more (aka weds and her Gomez genes) Enid drops off the boys in their rooms shuts the doors then she goes to grab the remaining girl Wednesday is then placed in her room like her brothers with the door closed then Enid heads back down stairs and goes to get a drink maybe 20 minutes later she goes to get the siblings again she brings them back down and says “I don’t care what you were arguing about high-five and make up there will be no ill intentioned torture in this house” they look at each other and awkwardly high-five “see now that wasn’t so hard was It” then she skips away to do who knows what the kids are shell-shocked meanwhile their parents have never been more entertained they will never never let their kids live this down. ( αρκετά! = enough!) (τι στο διάολο νομίζεις ότι κάνεις? = what the hell do you think you're doing?) ( “τι με εσυ εχεις μια απαντηση για μενα? = What about you, do you have an answer for me?) (Οπότε κανείς δεν έχει απάντηση για μένα τότε! = So no one has an answer for me then!)

[jlrai]

also she's downright delusional because she's claiming she's trying to recovery from her mental illness a??? fuck off denying help, not taking your meds (which btw she was not forced into or anything and they are wanting to keep adjusting until she's happy with it she just cba), drinking daily when she's been explicitly told not to drink and also lied to everyone about her alcohol consumption because "fuck you i can drink im an adult" !!! actually piss off idk if you have no interest in recovery i get it but ffs do t fucking lie about it when you have literally guilted me and my sister into it (literally threatening suicide, calling us names, threatening to destroy our belongings etc)

[egg-emperor]

I love when people make shit up like "in Frontiers Eggman seemed morally gray/like a villain with standards/on his way to redemption/bettering of himself" and I'm like WHERE‽‽‽ where.

His evil ass doesn't change at all, he spends the memos learning about the ancients and their tech and goes "hmmm how can I use this to MY benefit", keeps thinking of possible evil schemes and then being bummed out like "oh wait I can't because I'm trapped in this stupid cyber space", he shows his lack of empathy towards a terminally ill child and is like "why couldn't I get all the attention instead" like an entitled attention whore, he values and praises Sage for her efficiency to serve him and for him to take pride in an impressive creation as her genius creator which is shallow and selfish, he still laughs at Sonic's suffering to the robots and his death when he's fully cyber corrupted and says he wishes he could've had the pleasure of finishing him off, is pissed about working with Sonic and had to induct him into the empire to feel like he was getting his way in some degree by making it feel more in control like it's his command, and obviously like always he wants The End to be destroyed because he wants to rule the world and needs it to exist to conquer it. That man is still rotten to the core

I'm sorry but it's just such a bold statement to make when the game shows all the exact opposite of what you're saying and it's not even hard to see and hear for yourself. It's been bothering me as much as those insisting against Ian Flynn's own word on the Maria memo not implying neglect towards Eggman, and the Eggman and Sage dynamic not being as wholesome and pure as people are saying it is. Which mind you, at the end of Flynn talking about that second part, he also went out of his way to assert that Eggman is still a BAD PERSON, and speculated that Sage could also just make him worse in ways another time.

I really need to make my bigger post appreciating things I like about Frontiers Eggman portrayal, where I talk about things that actually happened using actual screenshots of scenes and memos lol. That's definitely coming up alongside some analysis I'm forming now

[cosmermaid]

I watched Beauty and the Beast Enchanted Christmas with my friends last night and my absolute disdain for this movie came flooding back in full force so I need to rant about it.

Let me just start off by saying when I was a kid, I was not critical of any media I consumed. Either I liked all of it and thought it was good, or I just wasn't into it, thought it was boring, and stopped watching it.

Enchanted Christmas was the first and only movie I ever watched while I was still a kid that I decided was bad, and I felt gross after seeing it all the way through. I was six years old, and did not rewatch it again until now.

Because the Beast is an actual domestic abuser throughout this entire movie.

The whole premise is that the Beast was apparently cursed and transformed on Christmas day, so Christmas is a huge trigger for him and he wants to ban it entirely from the castle so he doesn't forget. Even though Belle and the rest of the castle staff want Christmas. Even though the rest of the castle staff were also cursed on Christmas, the Beast's pain is apparently the only pain that matters.

In fact he's so triggered by Christmas that he had his castle decorator, who was cursed to become a Christmas tree angel topper locked away in a box in the fucking attic this entire time? Belle, Chip and Lumiere had to sneak up there to go see her? Angelique did nothing wrong, but she basically got sealed away because of what she was cursed to turn into. And the whole experience left her feeling bitter and hopeless, and the movie just frames it like she's being needlessly pessimistic and needs to get over it.

And honestly, like, the movie doesn't even try to hide the fact that the Beast is a blatant abuser. Everyone's lines about it are just so realistic when it comes to regularly dealing with somebody who is prone to taking their rage out on others.

Belle: "I don't know why I bother. Now he's worse than ever." Belle: "Why is the Beast such a grump? Chip: "I dunno. He's always like that."

Beast: Yes, and I’m hideous. Lumiere: (softly) Not to mention ill-tempered.

Angelique: "Hmph! I refuse to hope for it any more. I will not be disappointed again."

Like, all of the dialogue about him is about how he's a miserable ass, how he forbids shit left and right, and how they all have to avoid pissing him off. The entire conflict is fueled by the Beast, and how he might react if any of the other characters try to find some joy in their situation.

And my god does he take all of his anger out on Belle. He's a bit snappy with his staff, but Belle is the shiny new resident punching bag. She tried teaching him about the Yule Log tradition, and his response was to get in her face and scream at her.

"You made a Christmas wish last year! Is this what you wished for!?"

My guy. Her current situation is entirely your fault. The Beast snatches things out of her hands, gets in her face and screams at her in retaliation for his own fucking actions.

Does anyone else recognize this? Have you ever had somebody try to rip you to shreds for trying to find light and joy in your situation, or daring to wish for better? Maybe some of you haven't, but a lot of people probably do.

This isn't even touching on the scene where the Beast throws Belle into the dungeon after she falls into an icy river. This is the part where the Beast crosses the line from being an asshole to being completely unforgivable.

Belle ends up going out into the woods to find a Christmas Tree because even though the Beast is being an absolute ass about Christmas, the rest of the staff including Chip, a literal child, are excited about it.

The Beast in response to all this destroys all of the decorations the castle staff had set up together (while Angelique is still on the table, but at no point during this movie does the Beast even acknowledge she exists) and chases after Belle. He finds her just after an accident where she fell into a frozen river, and while she is still fading in and out of consciousness, he just... locks her in the dungeon.

Beast: You said you'd never leave. Belle: I wasn't trying to leave. I just wanted to make you happy. Beast: You broke your word. And for that you will rot in this dungeon forever.

This part permanently soured the Beast for me as a character from childhood. Like... the movie explicitly shows Belle in a bad state after nearly drowning in icy water, and struggling to stay awake. They go as far as to animate that she is struggling to even SEE him.

His actions at this point could have killed her. Also, Chip, Cogsworth, Lumiere, and Fife were all out in the wilderness with her. Why is BELLE the only one he's punishing? Why is the only one capable of dying of hypothermia being locked in the dungeon!? Where's her coat that she had in the last scene? Why isn't she being kept warm!?

I see people defending this too, like "This is still early in his character arc!" No, this is scorched earth. This completely ruins their relationship. There isn't a fucking library on the planet that makes up for this.

This entire movie has been Belle trying to reach the Beast and show him kindness, and this is what she gets in return. The Beast does absolutely nothing for her in this movie to reciprocate the effort, only going as far as to let her out of the dungeon and apologize when he remembers she made a Christmas present for him. He doesn't return the favor, and instead outsources her gift to the movie's villain, Forte.

I think this is the only movie that absolutely disgusted me from an early age to this degree. I remember the entire time feeling sad and hopeless for Belle, that the movie just wants me to accept that the Beast can do this to her with no repercussions. Even the ending when they supposedly made up had me feeling sour, because it never acknowledged that the Beast did anything wrong. It just zooms in on his eyes while he asks "Can you forgive me?" and gives them a sparkle effect and that's that. He's going to love bomb her with "the best Christmas she's always wanted" and the whole leaving her to rot thing is never addressed again.

Anyways, Beauty and the Beast content outside of the original film always manages to just waste any potential the characters have, and reduce the main romance to an abusive dynamic. This movie COULD have been the Beast putting in effort to win Belle over, or make up for the fact that this is a Christmas she'll spend away from her father because of him. But instead the burden is put on Belle and she gets brutalized for her efforts.

Thanks.

I hate it.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 70

Thursday Night on WEDNESDAY Night this time ... crazy ... with a bit of luck we should be back to NORMAL schedule for next session. In the meantime ...

Matt: "What are you putting on your head, Sam?" Me: "Oh gods ..."

Yeah, this is gonna be so bad. Are we looking at a recipe for motion sickness this time? Marisha: "You're so close to me, stop!" Sam: "The hood is saying I should battle Travis!" Travis: "I will destroy you." Yeah ... Sam: "Laura, maybe you should --" Laura: "Stay away from me, Riegel!" Also yeah ...

Ooh, delicious pastries ... damn you, now I'm hungry again ...

Ah yes, the end of Shithead ... Sam: "That was the first main character death in a long while." XD

Back in Bassuras, then ... okay, what's going on here, then? Oh lovely, more god police, that's lovely, that is. Apparently Vasselheim has come ...

A skyship just BLEW UP? What? I'm sorry, what the actual?

Hmmmm ... is there some casual insurgency going on here right now, perhaps? Interesting.

Ashton: "It looks like we might have walked in in the middle of someone else's issue here." Yeah ...

Issues? Hmmm ... so ARE THERE problems with the skyships or IS THIS some kind of uprising?

Oh yeah, Kimothee Chalamet, of course ...

Kiki bird! Awwwwwww ...

FCG; "When a dead lady's worried about your health you should listen."

AAAHH!!! Fucking crawler! Watch it!

Keyleth going solo ... yeah, I am NOT too confident about that ...

Wait ... is Travis rolling an insight check on the TRESHI BALL? Like a Magic 8 Ball?

Off to Joe's, then ... ah, yeah, still early ...

Trap check? Oh boy ... please don't pull a drunk Nott, Chetney ...

Chetney unlocks the door, then Imogen uses her Mage Hand to open it ... before Laudna has a crack at just SCARING THE FUCK out of Joe ...

Wait ... has something HAPPENED to Joe? Oh fuck ...

Wait ... NINE PEOPLE in here? Crazy ... oh shit, what's THAT?!!! Fuck, emergency dex rolls! Crap!

Awwww ... Chetney protecting Imogen ... which has NO effect on what happens at all ...

Lightning damage? Crap ...

Meanwhile Fearne and Ashton are round the back ... did they just do that to keep from suffering ill effects? Bit sneaky, guys ...

Laudna Spiderclimb! Yay! Always fun ...

Ashton turns his hammer into a platform for Orym to climb over the fence. Cute ...

Ah, an ambush ... of course ... oh, is Joe alive, then? Hmmm ... oh no, more bad guys ... oh no, THERE'S Joe! Phew ...

Stealth good, Orym ...

Back door? Okay, somebody coming ...

Layout? OH YAY!!! Battlemap!

Oh sweet ... Nice place, Joe! And Sam TOTALLY ballses up the plug ... XD

Shield of Help? Nice ... additional AC to Dancer, that's sweet, Letters.

Interpretive dance? Imogen: "Are you confused?"

Yeah, not sure SUMMONING THE BEES is a good idea, Laudna ...

Every time Marisha starts PERCHING I know we're proper in the shit ...

Balls ... here we go all too soon ...

Wait, WHAT?!!! Fuck AND it's a sneak attack? Fuck ... Laudna, NO!!!

Roll for Initiative! YEAH, NO SHIT!!!

Wow, these are some HIGH initiative scores, guys! Is that good? Oh, except for Imogen ... 5? Ouch ...

Dancer rolled a NAT1? Oof ...

Laudna up FIRST? Oh fuck ... yeah, Form of Dread IMMEDIATELY. She is PISSED, clearly ... a FIREBALL?!!! You're sure about that play?

Boom! Crap ... black powder? Oh shit ...

NOW we roll damage? 25 points of Fire damage? Oof ... and ROLL FOR FEAR!!! Yup ...

Yup ... scuttling Laudna for the maximum creep factor ...

Oh, that was almost hairy ...

Whoa, full on MONK SHIT?!!! Great ... that's not good at all ...

Save the mini, Matthew!

Bird skull? DUSKMAVEN!!!

Shield! Nice save, Laudna!

Fucking Paragon's Call! Damn it ...

Fearne does a Mirthful Leap and Travis does a goat bleat ... XD Oh, hello Mister! Oh, she DOES have Sneak Attacks? Hmmm ... but she's already moved ... crap, now she has POPPED HER KNEE!!! Great ...

Okay, flaming monkey shit! Here we go ...

Dragonborn? Okay, then ...

Shit! Sneaky monk ninja shit! Oh fuck ... TWO attacks hit? No, Fearne! Aaaaaargh ...

Here we go, invidible Chetney on the attack! Go, wee man! Blood Curse of Bloated Agony? Here we go ... but NOT invisible now ... balls, znd now he's using the sword for the first time? Hmmmmm ...

The talking sword DISTRACTS Chetney enough to full on MISS the first hit ... but at least the SECOND one hits ... wait, he's CHARMED now? How the fuck ... Chetney, you spawny bastard ...

General Ratanish? Oh fuck ... and HE'S RAGING!!! Shit ...

Fuck, Chetney gets hit BAD ... ouch ...

FCG: "Dancer, hide, use your Pussy for protection if you have to!" Oh my gods ...

Banishment? Fuck, Sam ... Holy shit, Ratanish rolls a ONE for Charisma? Fuck ... yeah, HE GONE ... For a minute. Use it wisely, guys!

Wait ... did they MISS? Oh no, now Chetney's BAKING inside his armour ... 12 points of Fire damage? CRAP!!!

Yes ... get the dick monk, Ashton! CHARGE!!! Advantage since he's Raging ... here we go! Beat that monk ass WHOLESALE, Ashton! Boom! Yeah ... 20 points of damage AND a strength save? Okay ... and he SHOVES her! Okay ... Chaos Burst? Reckless ... whoosh ... POW!!! What's THIS gonna do? 23 points of damage in the back of the head? Ouch ...

Orym is GTAing a crawler? Crazy ... yeah, that didn't work ... and now it's just a fucking TIME BOMB ... rescuing Fearne instead, then ... crap, no hit ... TWICE? Bollocks ...

Scared guy attacks Chetney and HITS?!!! Crap ... strange confusion ensues as the Charmed one PROTESTS ... oh, interesting save ...

Dragonborn attacking Fearne ... oof .. thanks to Orym at least, only SIX points of slashing damage ...

Imogen just PUNTED the monk off the roof? Sweet ... heading in, then ... help Chetney, girl! 4th Level Lightning Bolt? BOOM!!! Not great damage, though ... 10 points only ... nuts ...

Dancer is JOINING the fight? Okay ... oh, SHE'S helping Chetney? Okay then ... Cure Wounds through Pussy 2? Yeah, that causes a lot of unnecessary jokes ... and she's peacing out again ...

Spell Sniper? Oh that's cool ... whatcha gonna do, Dead Girl? She hits one ... but at least it's the one she WANTS ... 12 and 9 damage ... and that's it for the Charmed condition, then ...

Step of the Wind ... AND Flurry of Blows? Crap ... except it MISSES FCG on the first ... but the second hits! Crap ... punted! Ouch ... oh no, the Banishment? Oh thank gods that held ...

Scorching Ray in Melee? Hmmm ... okay, Charm Person instead? Okay ... it works! Nice ... and she STEALS HIS CROSSBOW?!!! Cute ...

Laura thanks Keyleth for leaving just before they REALLY NEED HER ...

Mister's TAKING DAMAGE?!!! My gods, that NEVER happens!

Taliesin: "I have a dumb plan that may or may not work." Travis: "I love those."

A miss on the knife throw ... but it HITS the core? Crap ... and NOW Matt finally crit-fails ... oh my gods that couldn't have happened at a better time ...

"Chetney Tatum"? Yes, that IS terrifying ...

Laura: "God, I hate him! I never thought I'd MISS Craven Edge!"

Chetney gets the HDYWTDT!!! Nice ...

Is there an ON switch? Yeah, dunno if THAT'S a good idea ...

Meanwhile they're all comparing him to a border collie obsessed with the sword ... XD

13 points restored from a Healing Word on Chetney? Nice save, FCG! Then he goes to attack the monk with thesaw blade ... AND HITS!!! Nice ... Divine Smite? Sweet ... 14 damage! Sweet ...

Shit, Chetney's STILL burning? Crap ...

4th Level Erupting Earth? What? Oh dear gods ... oh, that's NOT NICE!!! THREE of our group take hits? Crap ...

Oh balls ... goodbye Banishment ... oh no, scratch that, it succeeds after all? DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT, Matthew!

Turns out the monk is a SMEAR now ... Nice ...

Ashton going crazy to rescue Fearne ... yay! Batter him, mate! Nat20! Sweet ... Crusher? Oooooh ... a BRUTAL Critical? Nice ... I love when he has to math it up, means it's gonna be SO HIGH ... 33 damage? Fuck ... AND he rolls ANOTHER Nat20 on the second attack! 28 AND pushes them back ... oh yeah, that REALLY fucking hurt, clearly ... Ashton, you scary sometimes and I love it ...

Orym is ONCE AGAIN gonnatry and steal the crawler? Hmmmm ... okay, yanks the guy out instead ... ties him to the crawler? Hmmm ... what ARE YOU doing, Orym? He keeps CRITTING the bike ... and a TRIPPING attack? Marisha: "Can you also steal the bike's lunch money?" LOL

Oh fuck, that worked ... and that guy just gets BLOWN THE FUCK UP!!! Nice ...

Oh I love that ... he gets out but then the second one FALLS ON HIM?!!! Oh yeah, Dragonborn is SO DEAD now ...

Oof ... that's 15 slashing damage against Imogen? How dare you, sir?

Laura asks how high the ceiling is? Hmmmm ... oh, okay, yeah ... "That's telekinesis, Kyle!" XD She just SLAMS the guy into the wall AND dumps him into the fire ... 22 damage! Nice ...

Pussy 2 and Shocking Grasp? Oof ... miss? Crap ... anticlimax!

Spell Sniper again, this time on the caster ... Eldritch Blast and A NAT20! NICE!!! And another hit! POW! And again, BOTH hit again ... yeah she is just POURING hits down on this fucker!

Armour of Agathis! Sweet ... and now she BOOTS the door open! Okay, then ... looking for Joe? That won't work ... so she sends Mister to Joe instead, but not enough movement to make it ... do he just chucks some more flaming shit instead. 12 fire damage AND MISTER GETS THE HDYWTDT?!!! Nice ...

Oh that's just ... he shoots the flaming shit IN THE GUY'S MOUTH ... fuck ... exploding head ... charming ...

Chetney bursts in ... "Hi!" Yeah, that WOULD be terrifying ... and bang ... oh yeah, this guy just gets SPLATTERED!!! Nice ...

Blood Curse of Bloated Agony on the caster? No they're too far away ... crap ...

Mass Healing Word at FIFTH Level! Okay ... everybody gets 10 points back ... Nice one, Letters!

And the Bolt Thrower at the caster ... DOUBLE crit-fails? FUCK!!! It just misfires entirely ...

The caster POLYMORPHS into a big fucking bird and grabs Joe and the other guy? Not fair! Attack of Opportunity! Turn this around! Come on Fearne ...

Moon sickle ... okay WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THAT RIGHT NOW? ONE POINT OF DAMAGE? SERIOUSLY?

At least it's now STUCK IN THE DOORWAY!!! Try again, people? Go, Ashton! Oh, BOOM!!! 23 points of damage! And yet it STILL keeps flying ...

Reckless, and he jumps, WORMHOLE STRIKE?!!! 22 points of damage? The bird pops and ... now EVERYBODY IS FALLING ONTO THE BROKEN FENCE!!! Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna go to break!"

And we're back! With Joe Bout to DIE!!! Do something, Ashton! Violent Gateway? Oh fuck ... and he has NO CHOICE in this ... SHIT!!!

Yeah, again this is just CHAOS ... Ashton catches Joe, now Orym's trying to do the same with the other guy ... but he's just a little guy! Is this even gonna work?

15? Hmmm ... 60 feet up ... oh boy ... Bait and Switch ... oh shit, so now ORYM is falling on the fence instead! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Imogen trying to grab them both with her telekinesis ... CAN SHE grab both since Orym has hold of them? Fuck ... wow, oh ... no, instead she's just SHOVING THE FENCE AWAY instead ... so they just crumple and roll instead ...

And now the caster is KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!! Okay ...

So 40 seconds before Ratanish reappears ... TIME TO RUN!!! GO NOW!!!

The other one's a Lagamore? Bunny guy! Okay ...

Oh, they're gonna fight after all? Okay ...

FCG heels Joe a little. It's appreciated ...

FCG: "Dancer, you wanna come smash this guy with your Pussy?" Wow ... Samuel ...

Chetney is holding Inflict Wounds, Imogen's prepping Psychic Lance ... here we go ...

So we're ready?

Oh, so Laudna's summoning her Hound as well. It just DROPS from the ceiling and splats before reforming ...

Ratanish reappears ... and they all go OFF!!!

Chetney unleashes, Laudna casts Blight, FCG casts Scramble the Dead(with modem noises?), Fearne casts Scorching Ray for 3 hits but only ONE actually hits ... plus Mister chucks more flaming shit! Imogen looses her Lance, so he is INCAPACITATED as well as hurt! Orym just slashes at his weapon arm, which he fails so he drops his axe, then stabs him in the leg ... znd THAT'S IT!!! That's the HDYWTDT!!!

Wow, he DROPS Ratsnish so he falls at Ashton's feet ... who just delivers the coup de grace upon him in beautiful style! Nice ...

Well that's that on Ratanish, then ... oh, and the druid failed all his death saves too ... charming ...

Okay, here come Joe's neighbours to check on him ... oh yeah, nice save there, Joe! Way to cover for us ...

Oh, the lagamore is a woman? Okay. Who's this then? Verna the Viper? Interesting ...

So Ashton already knows of her? Okay ... specialises is strange esoteric explosives? Intriguing ...

Don't forget to loot the bodies! Laura is INSISTING!!! Ms Bailey, your Vex is showing again! :3

Oh, spoils! Goody!

Yay! Laudna gets some new bones! XD

They show Joe the harness and Verna is intrigued too ... oh, so they've been put to work by Ratanish after the Solstice? Hmmmm ...

A Brumestone nullifier? Gods ...

TRAVIS GETS A WHISPER!!! What is he learning?

They have a Whisper Sponsor now? Beard Sorcerer? What the hell, Sam?

Wow, cool go-bag, Joe! Yup, time to go! Need to go!

Oh yeah, need to meet Keyleth! What now, then? Need to move ...

Verna know the All Minds Burn? Intriguing ...

Fearne is STEALING SHIT on the way out just like you'd expect her too ... meanwhile Laudna creates a nightmare fuel booby-trap for whoever's coming ...

So where to? Hondir's place? Might be smart ...

Group Stealth Check ... with Pass Without A Trace ... HOT TABLE!!!

Wait, so is Hondir not here either? Hmmmmm ... yeah, he's gone, clearly. Just squatters ... crap ...

So they're staying anyway? Okay ... just resting then while Joe and Verna continue their inspection of the harness ...

Oh, so this would likely NOT be safe to use? Hmmm ... so it's gonna be a question of supplies and equipment ... where to go, then?

More Timothee Chalamet jokes ... XD

Calloway ... oh, so Verna knows Fearne's folks? Interesting ... but perhaps not surprising.

Short rest! Yay!

Residuum? Do they have any left? Hmmm ...

Two weeks ... sounds fair for such a specific job ... OH YEAH!!! Send them to Whitestone! Yes! Percy! Are we poking fun again?

Reverse the Funnel to siphon the power OUT of Ludinus? That's really smart ... would that work?

Is Laudna flirting with Verna a little bit?

"Suck in moon power?" That's a ... worrying idea ...

Ashton and Imogen sneak out to look for Pocket. Asking around ... Persuasion check? With gold for advantage ... nuts, they've gone underground. That complicates things ...

Weird shit? Oh ... yeah, I thought that would be it ... yeah, off to the All Minds Burn ...

Ashton: "Try not to read anybody's mind." Yeah, that is REALLY sound advice here ...

Oh, is this a goliath? Shady Sally? Oh boy ... apparently THIS is a name from Ashton's past ...

Debts to settle? Oh, that doesn't sound good ...

I see ... so she's one of Ashton's old crew, who abandoned him near death ... and he hits her! Okay ... and she catches it. Okay ...

Here we go ... and she FUMBLES completely! Oh boy ... Ashton just flips her on her arse.

Justi! Hey! I love this creepy bitch so much ...

So Ashton is proposing they clear their debt to him by getting the Nobodys back together to help fight against the Ruidus shit ...

Yeah, clearly NONE OF THEM are up to fucking with what Ashton has in HIS mind ...

Ashton's never been this deep in here? Oh, that's worrying ... and masks? Great ... not a scary sign at all ...

Oh yeah, this place is ALL KINDS of wrong ...

She lowers her defences a tiny bit ... a Wisdom save? FUCK ... oh yeah, this is some SCARY ARSE LOVECRAFT SHIT right here ...

"Pus coloured"? For fuck's sake, Matthew ...

A mass of organic matter ... oh boy ...

Yeah, I'm just watching Travis this whole time and he is NOT ENJOYING THIS AT ALL ...

THIS is the All Minds Burn? Oh my gods ...

Fuck ... Imogen, are you SERIOUSLY actually trying to COMMUNICATE with this nightmare fuel?

Ashton admits that his mind would hurt them without him meaning to ... that is interesting in a really worrying way ...

Imogen's memory lane ... sweet experiences intermixed with her most awful moments ... fuck ...

Whoa ... it wants to see the moon? Intriguing ...

The Brood Pit? Dear fucking gods ... "It wants to be seeded." Okay ...

So the idea is, if they go to Ruidus, they take this with them and leave it up there ... riiiiiiiiiight ...

Justi: "It means no harm, it's just ... lonely." Okay then ...

Imogen: "Well, that is NOT what I expected it to be." You don't say, luv ... yeah, Imogen, you really do make some very strange friends sometimes ...

Ashton: "I've spent my entire life taking up space and being ignored, and I've learnt that it's the things you ignore that get you in the end."

Laudna: "It's happened! Ashton's finally abducted Imogen!"

I love how much Imogen is geeking out telling Laudna about what she's just experienced, it's absolutely adorable ...

Stealth check with Pass Without A Trace ... and Marisha still completely TANKS her roll ... blimey ...

SQUIRREL KIKI!!! It's got antlers and everything! Adorable!

The Bloody Bridge? Yeah, that fits ...

So it's chaos, then? Sounds like business as usual in Exandria again.

Yes. Whitestone is the smart move here. Do that.

Introducing Keyleth proper to Joe, Verna and Dancer. Okay ...

Jirana the Shore Shrew ... "Shoo shoo shoo" .. Matt: "I will murder you all." XD

Cool! Tree portal! Always fun ...

Yes! Get in there quick! Go! Stop with the advice Kiki! They go through ... and THAT'S IT for tonight!