#in all manners of speaking

[peachdues]

peach when have you ever been respectful towards sanemi 😭😭😭 the things you do to that man

hey, hey now.

I respectfully want to ruin his life and ruin him OKAY

[driftbit]

"What will you do without new shows" I haven't watched a mainstream television show as it released in years. I'm catching up on shows my parents liked in the 90s. I'm listening to fiction podcasts with 5 fans. I'm playing a video game the creators want you to pirate. I'm watching a minecraft roleplay. I may not know what I'm gonna do but I'm sure as hell not gonna be a fuckin scab babygirl.

[dailymanners]

When entering any place of business, such as a store or restaurant, if a staff member greets you, then acknowledge them and greet them back.

Although for many jobs it's a required part of their job to greet you, especially retail workers, receptionists, and restaurant workers to name a few, that doesn't make it feel any less dehumanizing to say "Hello!" to another human being only for them to ignore you. Acknowledging staff members and greeting them back is important for acknowledging their humanity, they are, after all, a human being, and not an automated machine.

This is also important when going to check out at a store. If you approach the cash register, and the cashier greets you, you should acknowledge them and greet them back. Cashiers already have to deal with being dehumanized enough. The least you can do is help humanize them by acknowledging them when they greet you and speak to you.

[formulanni]

Franco Colapinto as the Page of Swords:

The page of swords represents someone embarking on a new idea and a mental adventure. Full of enthusiasm and good cheer, this person is eager to share and discuss their thoughts and plans for what can be.

The Page of Swords is someone who never seems to run out of ideas. They are curious, always asking questions, and gifted with a sharp tongue and quick wit to match. Their aptitude for language also makes them an incredible communicator, and with their love of ideas, you may find them always engaged in some passionate debate.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[bardsansa]

fire mother, blood mother.

[wickmitz]

I decided to start talking about Wick and Rocky's relationship because I like their dynamics too, I like seeing Wick scared of Rocky and Rocky being aggressive with him, which is unusual because Rocky is rarely aggressive with anyone, but of course Wick is an exception to rule

Also my mini opinion about their possible relationship, I think that if Rocky didn't have to fight for his place, then he and Wick could become friends, or at least tolerate each other a little, I also see some superficial similarities, their gentlemanly and romantic natures, and their common love for explosions (remembering the quarrymen chapter), but this is my assumption, I think that I don't understand the characters' personalities well, so I can be wrong in this assumption, something like that. So, what do you think about their relationship?

for starters, i cannot thank you enough for this ask! as i’ve said previously, i have many thoughts on these two, so it’s nice to finally be able to share some of them. although given the extent to which i think about them, i apologize in advance if this is sloppy and sort of everywhere … while i’ll try to structure things the best i can, i cannot promise i’ll succeed! but hopefully this is an enjoyable reply nonetheless.

one of my favorite things about rocky and wick’s relationship is absolutely how aggressive rocky is towards the aristocrat ; he is prone to glares and cruel jokes and borderline hissing whenever the man is within his line of sight, or can be brought to a wailing-fit over the mere mention of his name from miss m’s mouth. there is a childishness to it, but a very prominent threat as well in spite of rocky’s usual incompetence. so he goes out of his way to posture around wick, readily lying and adorning himself with the gangster drapes he so badly wants to wear, in the hopes that it intimidates … will even badmouth wick’s family and make fun of his name and rock related obsession to mitzi, and so on so forth! yet all of this is very reminiscent of schoolyard bullying rather than anything too severe, though we as the audience understand rather quickly that rocky would bash wick’s head in with a tire iron if he could. ( translation : if it wouldn’t earn the tears or hate of a certain beloved mitzi may ) and it’s all very intense despite the absence of actual violence! and i understand why many fans see this as unusual for rocky and believe that it’s only wick who makes him act so aggressively, but i’d argue it isn’t really wick at all that prompts such scary reactions from him … and that rocky is a deeply angry character who’s a.) been boiling quietly for a long, long time and b.) has turned wick into a punching bag of sorts for this inner world of resentment and hurt. basically, when he’s judging the well-to-do or poking fun, his eyes don’t look at wick and actually acknowledge him as sedgewick sable ; instead this is a being, something vague and metaphorical, who threatens to upseat rocky’s permanence in the lackadaisy and steal away his savior, and he’s had a hand in the violinist’s misfortune for a long time.

obviously, rocky doesn’t think wick robbed him of his family twice over and made him homeless, but he is channeling the fear and anguish of those events into his loathing for wick, if that makes sense? it’s easier that way -- to finally have an outlet for everything bleeding inside of you, to be able to bite and claw at something without feeling conflicted or having to take personal accountability for your own mistakes … which is something that i think rocky does struggle with to a degree. he is sort of a finger pointer! his pain has to be worth something, it has to be for someone else ; spending years homeless and losing his last bit of family was for freckle, and the scrambling of his literal brain was for mitzi, and that means he can’t ever be angry with them! well, except that he is, somewhat, but he buries it deep down instead of feeling it. with freckle there is a sense of strain between them -- an air of ‘you owe me’ from rocky to freckle as he uses freckle to appease miss m, and he constantly pokes fun at his cousin too. it’s lighter than his jabs at wick, but there’s a constant pestering, a reminder of how good freckle has it : how he’s got the mom and the house and the job and the girl most notably. i don’t think rocky is intending to come across as mean, and to his credit he hardly does! but it’s rather clear to me that some part of him, some hidden and deeply hurt part, is rather indignant about taking the fall for freckle all those years ago. which he can’t understand, because how could he? he made that choice, he decided to take accountability for something he didn’t do because he loves freckle and knows it’d be so easy to believe this family tragedy was roark’s fault ; the devilish child he was, all troublesome and too broken to properly fit anywhere. so there is a disconnect born here, where rocky can’t comprehend that he’d be angry at freckle, so instead these not so great feelings are placed elsewhere and silently boil over time. and with mitzi … i don’t think he’s angry at her per se, but there is a frustrated and desperate chorus of : why him and why not me, when i’m the one out here dying for you? which is certainly unpleasant. of course, rather than allowing those feelings to be more aimed at miss m, whom he feels unloved by, he ( again! ) represses these emotions and allows them to fester into his greatest fears and fantastical complexes. i think there is a lot of other miscellaneous anger he could have towards others too … perhaps some part of him is sore upon seeing ivy’s normal lifestyle, watching her go to university and knowing that’s been taken from him. or an ache felt when hearing stories from zib and the band and how they used to travel successfully, living as nomads, and rocky is all too reminded of his similar lifestyle and how he couldn’t make it work as effortlessly. people with immense trauma are more prone to irrational anger and jealousy, to viewing everything around them as unfair and believing it’s even more unjust that so many people get to live comfortably while they’ve suffered. a situation that gets more messy when you’re someone like rocky, a man who’s willingly made choices that have harmed himself and wants to continue on with his smiling, bumbling fool of an act. he does not want to be angry, does not want to see it within himself, i think, which leads to an accidental increase of it.

all of this is to reiterate that wick is a scapegoat for rocky and nothing more. it’s why he’s rather hypocritical whenever it concerns the man. for example, it was stated by tracy that he looks down upon wick for his excessive presence at the bar, yet he appears to enjoy hanging out with zib -- who drinks just as often! he makes fun of how all wick ever talks about is rocks, when he himself is prone to poetry rambles that people find irritating or boring, and etc etc. this is also just a human nature thing, to critique someone you heavily dislike and even going as far as to belittle things you love or do in your own day to day because you just hate them that bad! but given rocky’s willingness to befriend anyone, it more so reeks of a dehumanization element. wick is every obstacle in his way, every divine force that threatens to send him packing again, so he is equal parts unnerved by wick’s presence and angry about it. it is mostly a fear response we are seeing, an emotion that’s morphed into long held resentment and anger. so his actions are extremely defensive, with him trying to push wick far away and keep him and mitzi separate, like some sort of animal attempting to ward off a threat that’s come too close to their home. despite the loaded animosity there, this hate has hardly reached its peak … but it shall only grow more intense as things continue onward i’m afraid, since as it stands ( in the comic at least ) rocky is at an all time low … and is ten times more desperate. i’d honestly say wick has become so warped in his mind’s eye that he can only strive towards ‘winning’ over the other man, because that’s all he can see anymore. i think mitzi implying that wick willingly helped her out, the intense head injury, and rocky’s fragile emotional state is exactly what pushes him towards premeditated murder in look-see. i don’t know how people perceive that arc, but to me it’s very clear that rocky actively sought to see the deaths of wes and fish that night. going as far as to lament that he’d be, “very disappointed if ( he ) dreamed them,” and purposefully luring the marigold duo away to have freckle pick them off. while you could argue that this was a smart move, in a gangster sort of sense, there’s still no denying that rocky is oddly chipper about the whole thing and is now seeking death out ; whereas before his methods of vengeance were just, well, ruining people’s livelihood but ultimately leaving them alive. this isn’t to discredit the fact that rocky is going through something! he is in a very muddled and dark place, mentally and physically, but even tracy has said that the head injury hasn’t changed rocky’s personality -- it’s only brought things to the surface.

source : q&a with tracy .

which, yeah! makes sense! head trauma can cause a person to become a wreck emotionally ( think mood swings, irritability, etc ) but it doesn’t completely morph someone either. personality changes may occur, but it’s not like you’re being rewritten entirely, you know? and given tracy’s old statement, it’s clear that ‘personality changes’ aren’t a side effect he’s suffering from. something that adds to my beginning statement, which is that rocky is a deeply angry and troubled person, more so than fans give him any credit for.

however, to touch upon your mini opinion about these two, i actually wholeheartedly agree that rocky and wick could become friends if circumstances were different. they do in fact have many superficial similarities, but one of the more prominent things they deeply share is never really belonging in the groups they frequent. this is more overt with rocky’s character, yet wick faces it too in subtle ways. the well-to-do crowd, seen through the investors, find the gentleman to be lacking in about every place imaginable ; to them he is an obsessive freak who cares too deeply for meager rocks, something they constantly mock him for, while he’s also being noticeably set apart from the rest of them … he seems younger than the investors, more excitable, passionate, and a little less experienced, and doesn’t seem to care for money or reputation as much as them either. there is a constant rubbing between him and them, where what he enjoys is seen as wrong, such as his love for the lackadaisy and his choice in paramor, a grieving widow with extremely dangerous ties. we also know that wick doesn’t have many friends at all, with the only two he has being lacy and church ( church is listed as such on his character profile, in a sort of tongue-in-cheek way ), both of whom work for or with him. they are obliged to hang around, and while they care in varying ways, they are prone to judging him just as much. honestly, it’s not shocking that wick seeks refuge at his chosen speakeasy! but even there he is rather distant from everyone else. he doesn’t speak to zib ever in the comics, nor seems all too close with viktor, ivy, or horatio … it is merely mitzi he is close to, even if he knows of the other people who work there. and, once again, wick very obviously doesn’t fit in. he is not gangster material, could never be an atlas may replacement, much less someone who could get his paws dirty in such an active way. so he has his feet in two different worlds and doesn’t know how to fit into either of them, or which one he actually wants to fit into more. i think in many ways rocky could relate -- these are two very lonely people who wish to belong somewhere and be accepted by some group or another but go about it in all the wrong ways. wick, who is too hesitant to fully commit to what he wants and is worse off for it, and then rocky, who obsessively throws himself against what he wants until he breaks every bone in his body. they also have explosives to bond over, lol, and other miscellaneous things like their taste in women i suppose … but this potential bond adds to the tragedy of lackadaisy, where we see two people who on every level should get along but we’re burdened with the knowledge that it’s an impossibility anyway, because there’s no removing the circumstance of which they’re in.

though i like to believe that despite wick’s fear of rocky, he maintains a kindness towards him regardless. i think his worries about rocky are rather surface level … he doesn’t know the boy at all, really, and thus can’t make heads or tails of him, hence him believing the lie in balderdash. so when i’m feeling particularly self indulgent, i like imagining a world where they’re forced together and sort of ‘stuck’ together ; to which rocky finally breaks and exposes his wounds to wick, in every sense of the word, and wick finally gets him. the aggression, the possessiveness of mitzi … it is all fear and desperation and a profound sadness, things he’d sympathize with. if rocky was able to explain that he loathes wick because if he saves the lackadaisy then mitzi won’t need him anymore and that it’s not fair that wick gets to so easily fix things when rocky would give his soul for his home, for her, and how wick could render every sacrifice he’s already made for naught by smoothing things over with some greenbacks and he can’t lose this, he just can’t --! … which, well, wick is too kind of a man to be able to do anything except feel awful, even though it’s not his fault at all. here we have two people who could coexist! and they should, since rocky logically can’t do every speakeasy job ( band member, rumrunner, mitzi’s shadow, also the guy who gets the money for the hooch ) by himself, just like how wick can’t save the lackadaisy with only his cash and limited booze stash. it’d be a joint cooperation, a collaboration between them, both equally important in the grand scheme of crime’s every turning wheel … but rocky’s rage and fear won’t let him see that, and likely never will. still, in scenarios where everything ends up alright for the lackadaisy and the people involved in it ( which is not how canon will go, by the way ), i fancy wick and rocky getting better within their relationship. rocky will always be prickly and quick to upset around the other man sadly, but perhaps he could see wick in a softer kind of light. or at least understand vaguely enough that he isn’t out to get rocky, so to speak. and then maybe wick learns that pancakes soothe rocky’s ire and poorly makes them anytime he wishes to talk to the man, and other fun things like that! but you should have more confidence in your character analysis skills, because you were spot on ( at least in my eyes ) about them potentially getting along if things were different. it’s certainly a fun aspect to play around with, and is important to note when discussing their relationship so you can fully understand just how warped rocky’s perspective on things are. and how unstable and traumatized he is too, of course </3 sidenote, but i also hope that throughout everything i’ve said here, or anything i’ve said before on my blog, that my love for rocky and my own sympathy for him comes across well enough. while he’s deeply flawed and i have no qualms discussing said flaws in depth, i also don’t think of him as some insane freak who’s evil at his core or anything like that. honestly, i adore analyzing him so much as a character because of how far down his issues go! he’s very well written, i’ll say, as is wick and many of the other characters, but i digress.

once more, thank you for the ask! i’ll end this here because i fear if i don’t i’ll start going in circles, since their relationship is so vast and very important for rocky in a character sense. hopefully i shed some more light on it though! i love these two to bits and pieces and i wouldn’t be half as invested in lackadaisy if their dynamic wasn’t so monumental -- at least to me.

[spaciebabie]

AUTISM POG

[cobra-wives]

ngl i dont like complaining but i’m a bit upset about how quickly we jumped over from tory’s mom dying to… keenry relationship drama. im seriously peeved about how many people are boiling tory and robby’s characters down to being romantic partners, and i don’t think the writers understand how leaning so heavily on keenry weakens both the individual journeys robby and tory go on — robby with his father/role as miyagi do’s captain/brotherhood with miguel/running in 2nd place, and tory with her mother/role as ck’s captain/relationship with kreese/betrayal of her friends. they CANNOT AND SHOULD NOT be each other’s personal saviors; they HAVE TO SAVE THEMSELVES.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Isn't that loner guy looking over here? He wants some friends, I guess. Does he think we'll come over if he keeps glancing at us? That's impossible."

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023). Episode 6.

[19871997]

“How would you feel about centering Nate and I?”

“You’re better at faceoffs, better defensively,” and you’re Sidney Crosby, but Connor’s meant to be well and away from his hero worship phase by now. The way he’s standing – close enough that he has to look down a little to catch his eye, flushed a little from the heat of the room, from the drinks – makes Connor feel like he’s all of fifteen again, pretending like highlights aren’t playing against the backs of his eyelids when he jerks off.

“Connor,” Nate’s behind him, fingertips just grazing his waist. When Connor turns to look at him he can smell the shampoo in his hair, practically count his eyelashes, “he’s not talking about the powerplay.”

Pincer movement is the first thing his mind supplies him with. Sid’s hand curled against his ribcage, Nate’s fingers millimeters away from slipping under his shirt, Sid impossibly broad in front of him, Nate’s shoulders eclipsing his own from behind. He feels a little insane with it all, heart hammering in his chest, skin too tight for his body, too hot, and they haven’t even done anything yet. Fuck, is the second.

“Connor?”

“Um,” his voice cracks a little but he’s too turned on, already, fuck, to be all too embarrassed by it, “yeah?” He clears his throat and tries for a more definitive, “Yes.”

It’s anticipation, like being in the corridor before a game 7, before a home opener, that’s running through his bones when Sid’s hand tightens, and he can feel his chest press against it when he breathes, and Sid grins, the skin around his eyes crinkling.

When Nate pushes his hand up under the hem of his shirt, rough palm on the soft, bare plane of his stomach, says, low, “Told you he’d say yes,” and Sid’s pupils darken; it’s the shrill of a whistle, and puck drop.

[fazedlight]

Death (agathario backstory ficlet)

It started with a feeling. Like she was being watched.

Her bodycount was in the hundreds, and this coven was no different from the others - wrinkled and drained, four dead witches lay collapsed around her, and Agatha could still feel the tingle of their power in her veins. Enough magic to keep her alive and make her near-invincible for years to come.

But hairs stood up on the back of her neck, and she found herself glancing around the woods - for once, not feeling like the all-powerful being who should command respect…

But like a deer, who couldn’t find the predator that stalked her.

---

Then there were the flickers of black.

It never became rote, the dance that she had down to a science - the teasing and the taunting until a frustrated witch took an impulsive shot. Sometimes Agatha attacked first, but only if she were truly starving. It was simply more fun to lead a coven into a trap.

But with each new body, she started to see… cloth. Lace. A shift out of the corner of her eye, accompanying the nagging sense that someone or something was watching her.

Once, in the dead of night, with nothing but three deceased witches and a flickering fire, Agatha thought she heard a laugh.

---

She was being followed.

It didn’t occur to her until after she had taken eight more lives - a veritable feast for her soul - that she realized the wake of silence that had surrounded her in that stretch of woods. The birds in the path behind her had ceased to sing, the squirrels and lizards ceasing to rustle. And then she saw the flash of that damn cloak

She turned, her eyes landing on a smirking brunette. “Who the hell are you?” she startled.

“An old friend,” the woman replied.

---

Death didn’t hide anymore.

Death couldn’t hide anymore. Agatha had killed so many, had slowly become so attuned to her presence, that Death began to follow her out in the open as she hunted more covens. “They will hear you if you’re not quiet,” Agatha growled.

“Only you can see me, love.”

“Love?” Agatha smirked. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Why?” Death said simply, “I’m in love with you.”

“Bad decision,” Agatha said, “I destroyed everyone I ever loved.”

“You cannot destroy me,” Death mulled, “My powers would kill you. So much as kiss me, and you will die.”

Agatha threw her a curious glance. “Charming.”

---

The thirst for power seemed to grow insatiable - worsening, blossoming, in a way she couldn’t understand. Somehow, four moons had already passed when she finally realized she had not bled. How?!

“The child is hungry,” Death observed.

“Fuck off,” Agatha said back.

Death smirked, her eyes practically glowing, and after a moment it drew a laugh from Agatha. “I guess you’re excited by the prospect,” Agatha said, “More souls for you.”

Death quirked her brow in admittance. Agatha bit at her lip. “Truth is, I do not know how this happened.”

“Death is simple,” Death said, “But life is mysterious.”

Agatha tilted her head. “Is Death really your name?”

“Death is who I am,” she responded. “But my name is Rio.”

---

It became a game, and it was much more fun when it was two.

They gambled on which witch would attack first, on how long it would take to provoke such a reaction. They would laugh as they recalled the blazing light, the final look of shock in a victim’s eyes before the spark faded for the last time. Stories that would warm the heart of any psychopath who stumbled upon the couple.

Lust for power shifted into a relationship beyond. Agatha would never allow Rio to be bored - sinking the occasional whaling vessel became par for course in those months. She once set fire to all of Salem, just so Rio could watch the glow.

Though they could not kiss, there were other ways to touch - and sometimes, it almost felt like enough.

But as the ninth moon passed, and Agatha felt the first ripple within her womb, she saw the furrowed look of concern on Rio’s face. “No,” Agatha said, stumbling backwards into the woods, desperate to escape before Rio could answer, “I can’t let you do this-”

---

It wasn’t going to be the end. She wouldn’t let it be the end.

But Rio caught up to her. “It cannot be,” Agatha gasped. “You do this, and I will hate you forever.”

But Rio only watched on, expression drawn for the first time in Agatha’s memory. “Please, let him live!” Agatha begged, “Please, my love-”

Another contraction struck as she wept, as she screamed, and it seemed the green witch took pity. “I can offer only time,” Rio finally replied.

She disappeared, and soon after Agatha held an infant boy in her arms, praying that she would never see Death again. “I spoke no spell, I said no incantation,” Agatha murmured, cradling the babbling babe. The trees rustled with the breeze, and bright eyes stared back at her.

“You…” Agatha whispered, “You were made from scratch.”

[driftbit]

"What will you do without new shows" I haven't watched a mainstream television show as it released in years. I'm catching up on shows my parents liked in the 90s. I'm listening to fiction podcasts with 5 fans. I'm playing a video game the creators want you to pirate. I'm watching a minecraft roleplay. I may not know what I'm gonna do but I'm sure as hell not gonna be a fuckin scab babygirl.

[dailymanners]

Don't make fun of any accents, ever, for any reason.

The person on the receiving end will most likely fall in at least one of three categories:

Second language

Regional accent

Speech impediment

1. Second language

This person is probably speaking in this language to you because either you don't speak their mother tongue or you speak it worse than they speak the language you are speaking. They are making an effort for you. An accent doesn't make you dumb.

Making fun of someone for attempting to communicate in another language is the height of assholery.

2. Regional accent

Half the time you make fun of regional accents, you make fun of historically disenfranchised accents.

Southern accents? Congrats you're making fun of the way rural, usually poor, people speak. Their speech was highly influenced by black people.

Don't even get me started on making fun of AAE.

Again, an accent doesn't make you any less intelligent.

3. Speech impediment

They know they have a speech impediment. They are probably trying very hard not to sound like that. It is literally not their fault. They have had to deal with people making fun of it their whole life.

A speech impediment doesn't make you less intelligent either.

[ken-katayanagi]

My big issue with H4zbin H0tel is that it is so focused on these scenes, so focused on these beats it wants to hit that it sacrifices more interesting ideas. And I know part of that is its length and how much time it actually has in eight episodes, but it feels like while it leans on biblical myth it doesn’t want to do anything with that!!

This story didn’t have to take place in Hell. It could be any group of morally flawed but disenfranchised people working against people who present themselves as morally perfect while possessing immense power. It doesn’t not utilize its setting either.

[wheucto]

anyways. the "hell" in BFDI is not actually hell but rather an afterlife which resembles hell in looks. the only people who went there were people who died in trash compactors in the charades challenge, and nickel suggets that because they died in a similar manner they were sent to this afterlife. that implies that afterlives seem to be based on how you die, and this is the "crushed in a trash compactor in the charades challenge" afterlife.