#it is the worst injustice

[datamodel-of-disaster]

I think the reason I can't create anymore is because it feels pointless, on some level.

Deep down, my creative urge always was an urge to be loved. A desire to be redeemed, to be made palatable to others, to become worthy of love by grace of a thing I made being "good enough".

And... I guess I know now that won't happen.

I gave my all last year. I did probably the best work of my entire life.

And it wasn't good enough.

It wasn't enough to make someone care about me. It did not prevent being rejected and cast aside. It did not redeem me.

What could possibly motivate me to create anymore, in the face of that?

[originalartblog]

my tiny!skk brainrot rn is that they cling to their opposite big self and yowl and howl like they are being murdered when pried apart and its so special to me actually.

chuuya's vest is torn in like twelve separate places bc tiny!dazai sat on his shoulder once and regular dazai tried to get him down and was Unsuccessful™ (tiny!dazai sleeps on the rim of chuuyas hat change my mind). tiny!chuuya sits on the gem/button on dazai's bolo tie and hisses at him periodically whenever he says Something Stupid.

im holding them like a couple of grapes in my palm i love them sm op this is the best thing ive seen all day 😭😭

Dazai keeps forgetting Tiny Chuuya is with him today and keeps having to pretend not to jump every time Tiny decides Dazai deserves to be called out (not doing his work/making fun of someone) and starts yelling

[claitea]

i've had these scenarios written down since volo's debut in pokemon masters and i just really wanted to scribble them down and finally release them

[softbean]

everything she deserves 🌼

[bitchthefuck1]

Rewatching succession it really is wild to see Kendall and Shiv convince themselves over and over again that they can "fix ATN/Waystar from the inside" only to completely abandon their morals the minute it gives them a strategic advantage.

When they're on the outside it's an endless diatribe about how evil and rotten the company is to its core, but the second they get the slightest whiff of power they suddenly decide the problems are actually really manageable and that with the right leadership it could be a force for good, and like...the saddest part is that they genuinely seem to believe that.

[trolley-problem-memes]

you can stop the trolley at any time but doing so would DISTURB THE CAT

[spidergvven]

thinking about colin saying he doesnt want to be a spokesperson in contrast with sam embracing the opportunity to be a spokesperson, how even though being closeted in an extremely heterosexual and homophobic environment is a painful experience colin can blend in but thats never been an option for sam or any other black athlete. sam is obviously the type of person to speak up about injustice whether he's obligated to or not but in many ways he doesnt really have a choice, not in the way colin does as a white guy.

even within the queer community a cis masc white guy like colin is not going to experience the kind of bigotry a gender non conforming or trans queer person would. and thats not to say that being closeted is a privilege (it is so very very not) or that the homophobia people like colin face isnt awful and painful but it's just. different. and we see this all the time in real life, there are so many white queer celebrities who feel the same way as colin about being a "spokesperson" but really no one wants to be a spokesperson, no one wants to have to fight just for their right to exist but we're not exactly given a choice.

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

thinking about how Jason Todd is the anti-thesis to the bystander effect. No, I will not elaborate. < 3

[bonebabbles]

slash did disrespect the dead but at least he's not leaving the bodies out to rot like a spectacle for all to see. HORRENDOUSLY low bar, i know, but ... eugh

Like... he left Misty's corpse out there for at least a day, maybe longer. Wind Runner and Gorse HAPPENED to find it, and that lead to the Bumble death scene. Clear Sky disrespecting the dead was a relevant plot point.

But the team doesn't remember their own books so they've just totally forgotten that!

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Wen Ning came back wrong.

He was still gentle. He was still sweet and shy. Wen Qing’s soft-spoken little brother, with his big, dark eyes. Shy and awkward around people he didn’t know. Too shy and too awkward to get to know almost anybody. Ever-eager to help, ever-willing to offer kindness to anyone willing to take it. The same as he’d always been.

But Wen Ning came back wrong.

He’d been frail and fragile when he was younger, and timid and spineless when he’d grown. He’d needed Wen Qing to protect him, helpless and weak as he was. She’d tried to bully him into standing up for himself, but mostly she’d tried to shield him from the harshness of the world. He was so naive, so idealistic, so oblivious to the darkness in other people. Her brother, always so afraid. Her brother, who did as he was told, who trusted her to make decisions for him. Her brother, who never ever talked back.

His defiance started with Wei Wuxian, but it didn’t stop with him. Wen Ning had been apologetic and guilty before, when he went against her orders. He’d at least had the shame to wait until she turned her head before he broke her rules. Since his resurrection she hasn’t been able to get him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. He doesn’t even pretend to listen to her. He refuses her, now, quietly but unquestionably, and no amount of arguing will convince him to stay where she can see him, where she can take care of him, where she can keep him safe. He goes where he pleases, and she cannot hold him.

Which means Wen Ning came back wrong.

He used to waste so much time with his bow, hours and hours shooting targets when he should have been helping her brew medicine. Now he spends his time testing his new and terrible strength. He tears ancient trees from the ground root and all. Shreds the training dummies Wei Wuxian builds for him into kindling, and when Wei Wuxian makes them sturdier Wen Ning hits them harder. She stands on the edge of the wards surrounding the Burial Mounds and watches Wei Wuxian layer talismans around the boulder they’re using as the target’s head, chattering about the strength of helmets and the density of the human skull, how much pressure it takes to deal lethal amounts of damage through armor. Wen Ning reaches out and, almost casual, crushes the boulder into so many chunks of debris. Wei Wuxian sputters and laughs. Her frail little brother flexes his pale, clawed, deadly fingers, looking oh so very pleased with himself.

He hunts. He patrols their settlement with a lethal kind of control in his movements, coiled-tight and waiting. He rips resentful creatures apart with his hands. Wei Wuxian asks if he’s ever killed a human before, during the war or the camps, before his death. Wen Qing wants to say of course not, because Wen Ning is her brother and her brother was not a killer, could not be. Only Wen Ning had tilted his head to the side, bird-like. Kneaded his fingers against the edge of the table like he was finding his grip on a weapon. Asked why Wei-Gongzi wanted to know, and nodded earnestly when Wei Wuxian mentioned needing a bodyguard for his trip to Lanling.

Wen Ning came back wrong.

Wen Qing can’t figure out how. Can’t describe it, exactly. No one else seems to notice or care. Their sweet a-Ning, their gentle, kind, soft-spoken a-Ning. He’s still here. He’s still right here.

But Wen Ning came back wrong.

He came back wrong.

He had to have come back wrong.

Because if he didn’t… then Wen Qing never really knew her brother at all, did she?

[throughpatchesofviolet]

All my prints are now up!! Very happy with how my walls look ~

[florbelles]

finished hera & started lady macbeth and we have got to start blaming women for shit again for real

[danidoesathing]

idk whats a better situation for lord huron existing as a band in their own universe:

being some mysterious cosmic force/spirits that both metaphorically and literally haunt the Whispering Pines studio playing all these songs as a way of capturing/reliving the stories that created them for a reason we will never fully understand

Literally just being some random cover band

[brionysea]

me when sokka is the only thing holding team avatar together

[fipindustries]

i think the hardest thing to learn that happens only in stories and not in real life is that you will never actually blow the fuck up someone in an argument.

you will never give that final powerful, unimpeachable argument that leaves your opponent unable to speak.

you will never have that "and then everyone clapped" moment when debating someone. people will never act like the easily defeated strawman in a political comic. they will just keep arguing, unabashed, undetterred, will keep insisting that your arguments are bad or dont make sense or you are a bad person for arguing them.

you will never shut someone up by sheer rethorical skill, you will never demonstrate that you are right in a way they'll have no choice but to hand it to you. they'll keep arguing until the thing peters out and will walk out of it convinced they blew YOU the fuck out

[a-demonic-duck-of-some-sort]

This is the worst article in the Atlantic I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot of bad articles in the Atlantic