#like it wasn't anything offensive just a dumb joke

[the-tenth-arcanum]

someone messaged me on my side blog asking me to delete a gifset of theirs I reblogged because I added a comment and they don't want people to add anything to their posts.??? is this a new trend I'm not aware of

[redeyye]

never going to forget the time i made a mildly stupid joke in a tumblr reply & the op reposted it and then someone in the notes was like "that person is 18 so don't be too mean to them guys" HUH? that's so unbelievably condescending. sometimes people say stupid shit how was it relevant that i was 18. and they were like early 20's too iirc ??

[slu7formen]

uhmmmmmm luke castellan "can I be the godfather?" but he is the actual father??? is that anything?

luke castellan x pregnant!reader

idk if this is what you asked for, but it’s what I understood 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ pls let me know if I’ve done it wrong (tw: high chances of that)

warnings: reader is pregnant (duh), swearing, fluff ig <3

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"I'm pregnant"

Luke stares at you, his expression stunned. You don't even know if he's happy, sad, scared, or has completely turned into a whole-ass statue.

"What?" he pushes out of his lips with inmerse difficulty.

You sigh. This boy knew damn well you hate having to repeat yourself. "I'm pregnant, Luke"

"I heard what you said" he clarifies, lifiting his hand. "I'm just... trying to process."

There's a weird silence, not tense and thick, but not a comfortable either. You cover your legs more with the blanket, lifiting it up to your tummy, as if trying to cover the ungrown belly that was very much already working on its own to bring to the world a new life.

"How long have you known?" he finally breaks the silence.

"I found out yesterday" you answer.

Luke's eyebrows raise, as if you had just said something far more surprising than ´I'm pregnant´. "And you didn't tell me?" he pushed.

"I'm telling you now!" you retort.

Luke covers his face. You still can't figure out his feelings; if he's mad, if he's excited, if he's freaking out. And that makes you feel a bit scared. You start feeling a bit desperate; you didn't plan what you would do if he didn't react the way you wanted him to react. You didn´t exactly know what reaction you were expecting from him either.

"How did this even happen?"

You give him a look. "Do you want me to explain it to you?"

"Gods-, not..." he smacks his own forehead in an act of dumbness. "I'm sorry"

You nod. At this point, there's nothing else to say or do. The bomb had already been thrown.

"Are you gonna keep it? I mean, do you want to?"

You knew he wasn't asking you to do exactly what you thought of doing the second you saw that test. He was asking you the same question you asked yourself for hours and hours, what were you gonna do now?

You sighed heavily. "You know I've been thinking about leaving camp" you say, forcing Luke to go back to that conversation you two had just a few weeks away, "My time has ended here. Maybe this is what I needed to realize I should leave"

"No, don't be ridiculous" he answers almost immediately.

You raise your eyebrows. "Don't call me ridiculous. You know I can't stay here forever, Luke"

"I'm very much aware of that" Luke seems to want to add something, but he doesn't.

If it were up to Luke, he would stay at camp until the day he died. What could he possibly want from the outside world? Studies? A family? A normal life? He forgot about those possibilities before he even turned twelve. Most demigods outgrew camp, like you wanted to do, but that was not on Luke's radar. You weren't surprised; he was a hero, the perfect son of Hermes. Of course he would stay at camp, and that would only be his first of many heroic achievements.

"I'll leave as soon as camp ends" you state, as if you had suddenly decided it all.

But now, Luke wanted to leave with you. He wanted to take care of you, the same care he's been taking for the last months since he got to know you better, maybe even treat you a lot better, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. You wanted to leave, and you weren't inviting him.

"Then, can I ask you something?" he asks.

You shrug with a small nod, "Anything"

"Can I be the godfather?"

He had a serious face, not the one when he was playing pranks or joking around, the one he wore when he was dead serious. Your stare at his face, ice cold. He seems like he had already come up with the idea, as if that was the first thing that he thought about when you gave him the news.

"Luke, are you fucking dumb?"

The poor guy widens his eyes, surprised by the sudden and very offensive answer. "What did I do?" he asks.

"Why are you asking me to be the godfather when you are the father!?"

His expression turns into an understanding, a sudden ´oh´ moment. "Are you serious?" he asks, almost as if he was asking you if you were totally fully a hundred percent sure.

You wanted to punch his nose.

"Luke. Who else am I having sex with if it isn't you!?" you can't help but yell at his face, his dumbness in a situation like this surprising you more than anything else.

"I was just making sure! What if it was from your ex? You slept with him a few months ago"

"I've been pregnant for less time than that, Luke!"

"I'm sorry! But I had to be sure!"

You take a deep breath, covering your face in frustration.

Luke stares at you for a second, almost as if trying to decipher your own emotions now. Then, he starts laughing, a real laughter. You lift your gaze, seeing his head tilt backwards.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's just-," Luke's laughs continue for a little longer, "it's so weird. It's so weird to think I'm a dad"

"The dumbest dad to step a toe on earth, yes" you bite back, still unable to believe you were having a whole conversation with a guy that thought he was not the father of your child. Like-, why would you say it first to someone who isn't the father? He ignores your comment, but his lips curling up in a tiny smile. His expression shows you he's happy, and the realization makes your heart jump.

"Can I ask you another question?" he asks again, biting back a little grin forming on his lips.

"Depends, are you gonna ask if we used protection?"

"Would you let me go with you?"

That caught you off guard. You stare at his eyes, dark and shiny in the summer night. He seems nervous, anxious for the answer. His hand is fidgeting, and his leg is jumping. You feel yourself getting a little dizzy, the adrenaline in your blood making you a little more lightheaded.

"Why would you go with me?" you ask, as if the answer would explain all the possible reasons.

"Well, now that I know that it's mine," he begins, trying to lighten the mood a little. The cold stare of your tired eyes makes him instantly stop though. He clears his throat before continuing, "I'd like to help and be by your side. If you let me"

The last words stung a bit, knowing that he knew that there was a chance you would deny his offer. You weren't with Luke, not explicitly, or oficially, yet you'd known him for so long, and so well, that it felt odd not having him in your life. He was like a constant, a stable, and a good friend. It would be difficult, but you knew the road wouldn't be impossible, not if he was the one walking the same path.

"I'd like to take responsability. I don't want this kid to grow the same way you and I and all of the other demigods did" he continues, as if the silence was hurting him.

You'd never met someone as hurt with this whole demigod situation as Luke, which was ironic judging by how perfectly skilled and behaved he was. A clearly absent father, a mother gone mad, living in the streets for years, alone, hungry, cold, sweaty, hurt. If it was you, you wouldn't have survived, yet he managed to put on that mask and walk out and not let anyone know how destroyed his heart was. Luke was strong, which led him to be heroic. Did he need it? No, but he knew when and who to use it with. You loved that about him.

Besides, he was good with kids.

"You know, you're not the worst choice of a father" you tease. You can see him smile, relieved, his shoulders relaxing.

"Really?" he asks, hopeful.

He smiles widely, and his smile is so contagious that you can't help but mirror him. He pushes himself off his seat in a flash, kneeling next to you. He puts his arms around your body and lifts you up. You laugh loudly, surprised by the sudden act. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him lift you off the bed.

He stops for a moment, gently putting you down on the floor again. He hugs you softly then, pressing his forehead to yours.

"We're suppossed to get married now, right?" he asks with a tilt of his head.

"What?"

[dez78]

I need you, darling

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Relationship: Spawn Astarion x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Blood (18+)

Additional Tags: Astarion being angry with you, Scared Astarion, Romanced Astarion, Boi is worried sick about you.

Summary: A battle goes to shit and Astarion is the first to notice.

(Not my gif)

As you were trekking the wilds with your companions, you stopped because something lurked ahead.

"Be careful, soldier." Karlach warned you. Your eyes were careful, tracing every shape in front you.

"Astarion, you smell anything?" Gale joked with a smirk, Astarion scoffed at him, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I'm not some type of blood hound!" He said offensively as he turned his nose up. Gale smirked as he waited patiently.

"The blood is average, so it's probably humans. Likely bandits or traders." Astarion replied after a silence.

You treaded carefully, watching the trees with your peripheral vision. Your companions at your back, watching every direction, weapons drawn.

Just then you heard the buzz of an arrow as it whizzed past your head, clipping your hair.

"Archers!" Gale cried, you and your companions took cover then.

"Bandits." Astarion scoffed.

You used your tactics to take out the archer, using your own crossbow. You pierced his throat with a bolt.

"Nice shot, soldier!" You heard Karlach complimenting you. You smirked cocky as you bolted out, a bandit surprised you and took a slash at you.

Your quick reflexes responded, you snapped your hips, the blade missing your most vital organs or so you thought. You were quick to cut his throat. He bled out, falling to the ground, grasping his throat.

Your companions charged out then, Astarion used his dual daggers to slice through the enemy, Karlach used her axe to crush her enemies, and Gale stood back blasting fire.

You used a dagger for the last bandit, throwing with precision and ending his life by getting him in the eye. You smiled victoriously.

Then you winced suddenly, you looked up just as Astarion turned around. The wind had shifted, and he picked up a sweet scent. Karlach and Gale approached.

You stumbled as you looked back down, despite being covered in bandit blood and the men on the ground, bleeding on the forest floor. Astarion knew your scent.

You looked down, your tunic starting to soak as fresh blood gushed from an open wound. You thought the blade missed, but it was apparent that in fact did not.

"Y/N!" Astarion rushed over to you.

"Oh shit, you're bleeding, soldier." Karlach noticed a few moments after Astarion.

"We need to get to camp." Gale suggested.

"I'm fine." You muttered, Astarion wasn't having it.

"You've done one dumb thing today already." He snarled as he picked you up. He carried you back to the camp. Gale and Karlach hot on his heels.

You faded in and out of consciousness, all you saw was Astarion. His face was washed with panic, dread, and concern.

"~Stay with me, my love.~" His voice sounded so far, yet he was right above you. Before it went black you heard the fear in Astarion's voice as he spoke,

"~Don't leave me. I need you, darling.~"

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When you came to, you were at camp.

"She's awake!" Gale cried; the companions rushed over to you. Astarion hadn't left your side.

"What happened?" You asked groggily as you sat up, rubbing your throbbing head.

"You stupid, girl!" Astarion suddenly snapped at you, your heart twinged as you looked up with sorrowful eyes.

"You could have died, you idiot!" He was livid as he fumed. You winced from his raised voice, looking like a kicked puppy.

Astarion relaxed and took a deep breath,

"I'm sorry. I was just worried sick about you, I-" He pursed his lips, you looked at him, still hurt.

"I thought I lost you." He breathed out in a shallow breath. He bowed his head, on the verge of tears.

"Everything we been through, and I thought that was the last of you. As soon as I smelled your blood, I was full of dread, fearing the worst." Astarion explained. He took your hands in his.

"That was a stupid thing to do, but you're not stupid or an idiot. I just couldn't imagine the pain if I had lost you. I-" Astarion explained, he stopped again.

"I care about."

"I love you."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, he had never said those words before without it being some kind of joke. You looked into his eyes and saw the concern and sincerity. He meant it. He loves you.

"Please, for the love of the gods. Please, be more careful next time. I don't think my fragile heart can take that kind of pain again." Astarion pleaded with you, his eyes were genuine, and his voice was shaky. You nodded your head slowly as a smile crossed your lips.

"That's a good girl, darling." Astarion said softly as he leaned in and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

[bandaidrights]

More Yuri ratiorine hcs :D?

MORE FEM? OFCOURSE!

I love women

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(1) pregnant aven, she gets hangry easily and js gets super annoyed. Like they went out shopping the whole day and she didn't really eat much. So when thry got home, she was annoyed and hungry and kinds blew up at Ratio over something dumb. Ratio didn't take offense or anything, she understood that her emotions and everything are out of wack. So Ratio quietly cooked avens favorite comfort food and brought it to her. After she ate and felt better she apologized and explained why she was upset and ratio just reassured her that it was alright

(2) ratios back hurts 24/7. Her chest causes her so much pain, she (tried) making a joke once about getting a reduction but aven gasped loudly and put a hand to her heart and just went "Don't be selfish" with like a fake pout. But baths help her pain, and so do avens massages. Aven massages her shoulders and back some nights after ratios baths. Especially if she knows ratios day wasn't the best. She uses ratios favorite lotion too.

(3) another pregnancy one, aven found out she was pregnant before ratio found out. Ratio was at work when aven took the test. Then she wanted to make it a whole suprise for ratio bc they both have been wanting a baby. Ratio gets home a few hours later, the house is clean, dinner is cooking, aven is oddly smiley. She grabs ratios hand and tells her to sit down. Then ratio closes her eyes and holds her hand out like she's told to, aven places the test in her hand and ratio opens her eyes and gasps. Ratios eyes flick back and forth between avens smile and avens stomach, then she reaches towards her and hugs her close. Then they kiss and snuggle for the rest of the night

(4) after the baby is born, ratios students are very interested, one time aven couldn't watch them bc she had an assignment, and ratio didn't trust some 16 year old babysitter. So she brought the baby to her lecture. The students were not listening whatsoever, too busy oohing and awhing over the baby. Ratio held the baby on her hip and used her other hand to write on the board. Her students usually had silent work time towards the end of class where they could ask for help if they needed. But Ratio was too busy. The baby started crying when it wasn't in its mama's arms so she couldn't get much work done. But it's okay, she doesn't mind it at all.

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Sorry most of these are preg aus..I rlly like them

I need to draw them again it's been so long

[mcflymemes]

CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the television show, season 1

we look at each case objectively, without presupposition.

i'm sorry. what are you saying?

it didn't have to be that way.

people make assumptions. that's the problem.

there were bodies.

you know, i'm not even gonna ask.

i want to be just like you.

how dumb are we?

i think we'd better head over to the police station.

that's a cop-out.

i'm not good with kids.

if that's your stance, how could it have been prevented?

they should have protected me.

where are you going?

i mean that as a friend.

i think you scared him. all his hairs are standing up.

fine suit.

get your finger out of my face.

you're kidding me, right?

hey, i'm just doing my job.

blood's like my grandfather. never lies.

oh. i barely heard you.

i can't answer that question.

i didn't know this was a competition.

that's a career killer.

i have no idea how it got there.

by law, you've got to disclose everything.

pin me up against a wall and lay one on me like you mean it.

you assholes.

if it involves the protection of my child, i fight to the death.

hey, give me a little credit.

look, forget the formalities.

what's that smell?

you can joke all you want. it's your ass on the line.

i didn't say i couldn't do it.

did i just do that?

normal would be nice.

my spider sense says it wasn't.

you didn't even hesitate.

half of them couldn't find their own ass with a map.

i love my work.

so who's winning?

do yourself a favor. think for yourself.

maybe i saw you perform.

i would never doubt your word.

keep thinking. that's what you're good at.

i never screw up one of my cases with personal stuff.

these things will only confuse you.

concentrate on what cannot lie.

whose blood is that?

somebody left a message. i need to see the rest of it.

you would've remembered.

i need to see their shoes.

we restore peace of mind.

you can pick up your gun tomorrow.

now tell me, why are we here?

it's our job to know how.

is there anything in there with alcohol?

if you stay with it, my hand to god, you will never regret it.

what do you think?

how about a gun?

stop flirting with me.

what an imagination you have.

actually, it's just an audio book.

are my observations distracting you?

i come here for calamari.

that's why i took this job.

what's the status?

high altitude enhances the entire sexual experience.

like i said, it's all about results. if you don't get them, i will.

you're right, you know.

would you mind taking off your jacket and rolling up your sleeve?

you can do that?

that's what's so sad. you see this as a career.

i saw some bruises.

it's not going to be easy.

would you hand me a swab please?

there's no smoking in here.

well, that's good news.

no offense, but i don't think i want to eat anything that's been in this office.

someone chased this kid to death.

i just thought it'd be something different.

what makes you think you belong here?

you're avoiding the question.

one life imposed itself on another.

you want to sleep with me?

it'll be back to normal in 24 hours.

how would the night end?

that is correct... according to this book.

i have a crime scene to process, so you'll have to excuse me.

i might have to do some field research to find out.

good thing i have a healthy ego.

i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say they're hiding something.

how do you talk to a dead body?

i should be just like you.

sometimes i have a beer with it.

how do you figure?

got anything for me?

so you slept through the whole thing and woke up next to a dead body.

we don't impose our will. we don't impose our hopes on the evidence.

what's the matter with your guys?

do you think we're dressed for a wedding?

i wish i had been married to you.

i hardly know that woman.

look, could we have a truce?

[coffee-writesthings]

Merc Headcanons: Escape room edition

I've had these hc's in my head for a hot minute and thought I would share since I finally got around to transcribing them

Offense

Soldier - would not be all that good. Would try to brute force locks and can understand a lot of basic hints but struggles with the more elaborate stuff.

Pyro would be great at anything that requires seeing through something or other visual distortions (i know they canonically can't read but I'm ignoring that)

Scout - If it were just offense doing a room together he'd be pulling the major weight. If not and it's just the whole of red or blu, he's chill, making jokes and pointing out the things that should be obvious

Defense

Demo - He's more sober than usual for this, since escape rooms generally aren't his strong suit. He probably would help Soldier with what he struggles with and is a generalized support for the rest of the team (emotionally speaking at least)

Heavy - Logic puzzles are his jam aside from struggles with language barriers. Keeps others focused on the actual objectives though

Engineer - Frankly i think he'd be kinda useless. Those 11 PHD's are good for a lot, sure, but a lot of escape rooms work on the assumption that you haven't got that high of a knowledge base. He'd try his best to keep track of the clues (maybe writing them down). Though he would also be the most likely to get sucked into a red herring imo (because i think he would think too much about it, yknow?)

Support

Sniper - Being taller than most of the team means he can reach clues put high up, as well as other hidden items. He can also read which helps a lot considering half of them can't read canonically

Medic - Fucking fascinated with the clues. He comes to a lot of conclusions which are largely wrong. maybe he also gets a bit too engrossed in the red herrings. Like I think if he and engineer are in a room together their intelligence levels cancel out entirely and they become functionally dumb as fuck.

Spy - wasn't sure he even wanted to go but his team had to drag him out of the base. Eventually he'd find himself more into the experience. He finds the most fun in it, arguably. It also fits as a nice bit of bonding time with Scout

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

Got quite bugged by the lack of a more nuanced take on Astarion intelligence. This ended up quite long so I'm putting it under line

Won't get medical into the "less wrinkled brain" narrative comment, which can be offensive, I've seen some complain about it, I don’t have the medical expertise and it's not necessary because, while maybe not an excuse, it was used figuratively. Astarion is not the smartest person in the room but also not the dumbest, which makes sense and I'll get to that in a moment. I've seen the jokes though, and there is a big difference between being less wrinkled and having the brain as smooth as a chicken breast. I have not laughed.

About the stats, I think it reflects his current state but not the limits of his intellectual capacities. If anyone more knowledgeable in dnd inner workings can correct me in this, feel free to do so.

What I can say is that intelligence is the ability to solve complex problems, to learn and adapt and make better decisions, and there is nothing to suggest Astarion doesn't possess this ability, quite the contrary, he learns and adapts relatively fast when allowed to do so. The brain is like a muscle that needs to be trained, and unfortunately, he couldn't do that much in the last 200 years. Trauma also messes with the brain and many of its abilities. It can physically change the brain and the mechanisms used for learning and survival [x]. Not to dig into details as it's beside the point here but "trauma significantly impacts our ability to learn, to form memories, to regulate emotions, it can affect our ability to be calm, to learn, to think, to reflect and to respond flexibly and in a planned way" [x]. It should be no surprise that Astarion has difficulties in doing a number of these, if not all.

Before jumping at me like I'm trying to use the trauma in defense of his intelligence, I am not saying he was some brilliant mind before. He was probably a bit above average, with a privileged access to higher education. We can't know anything for sure because we were never given anything on the magistrate elf (not to assess intelligence anyway), but whatever his starting point was, it got affected under Cazador. We only have the current Astarion and some observations during our game travels.

So, while I don't think he was ever the brightest, he is far from being dumb. The lower intelligence stats in the game make perfect sense for someone like him, as he is now. He was killed as a young adult, he was controlled body and mind for 2 centuries, stuck following orders, and in survival mode. He didn't get, and wasn't allowed to think for himself, to grow, to learn, to develop his skills to their potential! Including thinking skills! Moreover, he was told and made to feel incapable, worthless. Cazador likes to remind that quite often. Of course he isn't adept at thinking things through, making complex plans, figure out things that would be more obvious to others, and so on... like when it comes to relationship experience, because he didn't had to think or do anything more complex than seduce someone for a night and carry them to Cazador, for a very very long time. The routine and ingrained mindset, the "chains" so strong, he kept doing them out of inertia for a while even after the tadpole-gained-freedom. It took him a while to even realize he can just stop doing it now, like slowly waking up and regaining senses, and control over his body. It's great writing there, sensitive, thoughtful, realistic writing. It would be quite weird if he knew any better, and that would have to reflect into higher stats. And I would like to point out that he learns and adjusts himself from now on with increasing pace, going hand in hand with recovery. (Going into how this affects Ascended Astarion who, I argue, rejects recovery, would be interesting but maybe another time).

On the other hand, the skills that helped him do what Cazador asked for, are very very honed. I still remember his lines, not being able to even put a name on another type of relationship "You are not a victim, not a target, not another night it's better to forget. But then...what in the world could you be?" (Might be paraphrasing a bit but the point stands). It's not for lack of intelligence that he fails to do that, and it's not for lack of intelligence that he fails to do many other things.

Basically, I am saying is that he was never the smartest, but he is not dumb, he was made a bit dumber/ kept for a long time, by trauma and circumstance, from getting smarter, kept from reaching whatever his potential was, and that if allowed to regain his freedom and recover, he still has the ability to reach whatever his potential is. Things we can witness him doing, gradually. And that his stats or the comments on his intelligence in the game reflect his current situation and not his limits.

[mugeesworld]

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[sapchats]

tell me the pittsburgh steelers drama pls

-🌻

ok so basically our like franchise quarterback had been BR7 (big Ben - i can't spell his last name tbh) for so long but when he retired (after a shit last 2 seasons arguably more but no one wants to talk about that) we had to get a new qb so we used our number 1 draft pick on kenny pickett instead of oh idk drafting centers or guards to fix our shit offensive line but whatever. so we got kenny and everyone was excited and he started in the 3 preseason games and everything looked good etc etc except when he started during the season he quite frankly was kind of ass it was hard to watch. so when he got hit and was on concussion protocol and couldn't play, mitch trubisky (backup qb) started and look he also did pretty bad. so when kenny was able to come back he started again but still wasn't like anything big like we were still losing and then skipping ahead a little he got an elbow injury that was going to need surgery so he was going to be out and mitch came back in. the thing about mitch is i actually don't know his story im pretty sure he was the old backup for the bears maybe idk but anyway he was starting games and he was playing so so bad like oh my god . bad . so tomlin basically benched trubisky in favor of starting mason rudolph and the thing about rudolph is that he'd been backup under ben but Ben was kind of an asshole and didn't like give rudolph any guidance at all and when ben was hurt and rudolph had to play he wasn't very good and everyone hated him this is very important. so now rudolph was starting and everyone was expecting him to do horribly and basically saying our season is over but he actually did very well and we won the game and everyone was like holy shit and then we won the next game too and everyone was like rudolph is better than pickett and trubisky and tomlin just hates him bc it's rumored that rudolph is a trumper (idk if this is true) (tomlin is black and white steelers fans are racist idiots that want him fired even tho he's one of the best coaches in the league (17 seasons straight with no losing season lfg), that's all you really need to know) and that's why he's never started etc etc which is really dumb bc . it's not that he didn't start bc tomlin hated him, he didn't start bc last season he was ass u all called him ass whenever he played remember when you boo'd whenever he took the field and were actively wanting him to fail or did we all conveniently forget that but whatever what do i know. so because rudolph is doing so well and kenny is literally coming off of surgery, it was decided that against the ravens this week (today, the game we need to win for better playoff chances) rudolph would start kenny would be backup 1 and trubisky would be backup 2! someone in the media came out with information from an inside "source" that said kenny was mad about not starting and refused to suit up to be number 2 and it was a whole thing that blew up (mark maddon when i catch u when i catch u mark maddon) and it caused a lot of fans to start calling him princess kenny and basically call him selfish and conceited and stuff. so while talking to the press kenny basically addressed those rumors (which he'd already technically and indirectly disproven in earlier interviews but whatever) and said they weren't true he never refused he's following the advice of the coaches and health staff hes going to suit up as backup in the game etc etc. and then a picture of kenny mason and mitch came out where they were all laughing and smiling and joking around and yeah that's it it's kind of awesome to me

[saving-ray-23]

BATGIRL (TWELVE)

For the past two months, she had been patrolling. Helping. Stopping crime. Protecting the people of Somerset. After that first night, she felt like she couldn't stop. It was addicting. Even with Batman and Robin— they were only two people. They couldn't stop everything as it happened and they couldn't protect all of Gotham at once. So, while they took down the big guys like the Joker and Scarecrow, she watched the little guys. Petty crimes, attempts at rape, alleyway shootings. For years, she been learning Karate and practicing self-defense. It felt good to finally put it all to use.

The one thing she could do without was the nickname they gave her.

It was embarrassing to say the least. And she wasn't even working with Batman. She didn't think Batman knew she existed until Robin cornered her one night.

Barbara hung off the fire escape, looking down below. She was a few blocks from Crime Alley, an old-fashioned walkie-talkie in hand. It had been way too easy to access the GCPD's frequency and from there it just took some reprogramming to transmit it to the radio. She knew nearly all of the codes already; all of her sick-days as a kid were spent at the GCPD, with nothing but handbooks and open cases to look at.

Despite the high rate of crime in Gotham, the radio was mostly silent throughout the night. Nobody called in crimes that often. Most of the time, the station was filled with people caught by Batman or coming in to give a statement after the crime was committed.

She was so focused on the scanner that she didn't even realize someone was watching her until her landed on the roof.

"Bat . . . girl?" He questioned, cocking his head.

Barbara cringed under the cowl, knowing she should've just painted over the yellow symbol. "I swear I didn't come up with that name."

Robin laughed, relaxing slightly. "Good, the whole Bat-thing is kinda dumb."

"Right? No offense, but your boss literally sounds like a furry."

"Well, so do you now . . . " He joked— holy shit, she was joking around with Robin. Robin !

"I guess it's too late to rebrand?" She asked with a wince, more annoyed than ever with James and Coach Yeoh.

"Unless you want people thinking you died— it's a decent name, you'll be fine." The vigilante answered, grinning at her. "But, if Batman asks, I just told you off for this whole . . . lifestyle. Shit, that sounds— "

"Grossly sexual?"

"I was going to say weird."

The two stood facing each other on a rooftop at two in the morning, joking around and just . . . talking. Nothing that would give away anything important, although Babs had let it slip that she was from one of the worst parts of Gotham. Which was pretty much true; she wasn't living in Crime Alley directly or anything, but Somerset was known to be the hub of corruption and violence. Kind of ironic, in Barbara's opinion, considering the GCPD was in the heart of it all.

They talked for less than half an hour. Robin asked her if she could actually fight (he seemed almost impressed when she told him about the multiple black belts that were collecting dust in her closet and how close she was to receiving another). After that, he questioned her age, but she retaliated by asking his, leaving them at a standstill. Eventually, he got around to the topic of parents, asking if her parents would be worried.

"My parents aren't the caring type." She revealed with as little emotion as possible. "My . . . dad's a workaholic. Doesn't even notice I'm gone."

Babs wondered if she had said too much. It made it sound like she could go missing and nobody would care. She realized belatedly that it was somewhat true. It would probably take days for anyone to notice she was gone. Robin nodded slowly at her, holding out a piece of paper.

"I get where you're coming from— at least I think I do." He paused, smile dropping. "If you ever need help, you can call this number, day or night."

Babs hesitantly tucked the paper into her belt. "Thanks, Boy-Wonder."

After that, Barbara just became more determined.

[mossymagpie]

Mostly just in a rut rn bc couvid but also job hunting has left me feeling pretty depressed bc I feel like I should have gone into a career that idk......could make money instead of this. But I wasn't gr8 in highschool and didn't plan for the future so I felt too dumb to actually try anything that wasn't art. I didn't expect to be unemployed again for so long so I'm just wasting away now

Also bc lmfao cannot work full time without going mentally insane so that always fucking sucks to explain. Like I remember when I was super fucking broke n just talked Abt it and ppl were like "you could work full time" "you could do Amazon" like no offense but I will kill myself and it's not a joke and ppl just couldn't grasp that

[necarion]

I've never quite understood why Avatar didn't have more cultural staying power. I recently went and rewatched it when it came back to theaters, and it was as amazing as I'd remembered it. The plot remained kinda dumb, but way less so than I'd remembered given the fucking endless discourse on the subject. The white savior narrative was still slightly fucked up. But, again, compared to the shit coming out of Marvel or DC, it wasn't anything to write home about. Really, it was like every single plot point was nitpicked to death, in a standard basically no other contemporary film was.

@jadagul pointed out once that he had been judging the story of Avatar on a "real movie" curve, when really it should have been considered on a "superhero movie" curve. Like, seriously, is it any dumber or more poorly written than like 2/3 of the Marvel movies in that same time period?

I think there were a couple problems here. One was that there was this really surprising anti-Cameron group that was already declaring the movie to be a failure before it came out. It was going to be environmentalist propaganda (kinda true). Or it was going to be a "chick flick" like Titanic. There was still a sizeable contingent of people who seemed to be mad at themselves for liking Titanic, despite there being a romance with Leonardo DiCaprio in it. James Cameron had made a whole bunch of amazing movies that everybody loved, but his last one had been 12 years ago, and there had been a backlash to the fact that it was as popular as it was, so many of the folks who you'd have expected to be fervent fans of the guy who made Aliens or Terminator 2 just weren't defending it.

So, the tone of discourse for the movie was "this movie is visually spectacular" and "also kinda dumb". But the community for "kinda dumb" was insanely vocal, and I remember feeling intensely peer-pressured to admit that it was "dances with smurfs" or whatever. Liking it was actually kind of uncool, even among the nerds I went to school with (even though almost everybody came out of the theater in awe). And part of the problem was, indeed, that the movie was kind of dumb. So you couldn't really defend it on those grounds, and there wasn't a pre-built constituency of Cameron fans. (For comparison, there were (and still are) rabid defenders of Snyder's much dumber, and much more offensive movies.)

So there's this dynamic already pushing the tone of coverage against the films.

But combine that with the fact that the story was basically entirely serviceable for what it was trying to do, but nothing particularly interesting to discuss. I've seen much more interesting stories, and also far worse ones, that people love to talk about. So the only thing you can really say about it is "yeah, the movie was awesome" and "holy shit this was the most beautiful movie I've ever seen.

And then you take it home and watch it on your 2D screen and it's...kind of flat and lifeless. It lost an astounding amount in that transition. So there's the DVD sales gone. Avatar was basically the leading reason in the push for 3D TVs, but those just weren't ready for primetime.

And then comes the 3D movie mini-explosion, and these mostly fell flat. Avatar had worked as well as it had because Cameron planned for it to be in 3D from the very beginning, and pushed the technology as hard as it would go. In comparison, 3D up-conversion was neat, but it really wasn't using the technology as anything other than a way to sell more expensive tickets. And this got blamed on Avatar.

And then Cameron doesn't release anything else in the Avatar universe for over a decade, so there's nothing to build on. We heard all the jokes of Avatar 2-5 (or whatever) but there wasn't really anything. Not even any bad stories that could re-ignite investment in that world.

So, through a combination of

having a story that was well-suited to show what Cameron wanted,

that was kind of dumb,

with nobody who really wanted to defend the story because it was boring and kind of dumb

a very vocal cadre of anti-Cameron fans

and then no follow-ups for over a decade

then yeah, it makes sense that not a lot of people talked about Avatar.

Of course, then Cameron decides to finally release Avatar 2, and it's way dumber. He went all-in making it a magical alien planet documentary, and seemed to totally forget to, like, have someone read through that godawful, boring script. Maybe that validates what folks have been saying about Avatar 1, but that standard can be used to invalidate a whole lot of solid films by a lot of solid directors. I think the lesson is that auteur film directors should have a competent writer on-hand who they actually listen to, and who will tell them know. But we've known that for forever.

I know very little about this film except the trans subject matter, and that it has truly appalling songs, but it's hilarious it has all those Oscar nominations when it is this disliked by the audience of the country in which it is set, and is guaranteed to be forgotten by everyone a year from now.

It made me think of that "gay, black" film Moonlight, that won Best Picture 9 years ago, and how I haven't heard a single person mention it online or offline since that year. I even had to look up "best picture winners" on Wikipedia to remember the name. But according to the academy, that was the greatest motion picture of its time. Entirely forgotten today.

Whereas, if I go back through the list another decade, there are films like The Departed and No Country For Old Men winning that award, that millions of people still love and esteem and regularly talk about and recommend to others.

Another decade earlier, it's The Silence of The Lambs, Unforgiven, Schindler's List, Forrest Gump, Braveheart, The English Patient and Titanic - again: films literally everyone still know and love today, 30 years on.

The Oscars used to be a benchmark for timeless excellence in the cinematic arts, but now The Oscars are just a measuring stick for how far Hollywood has fallen into virtue signaling, ideological propaganda, incompetence and mediocrity.

[itevilhag]

seperate ways (worlds apart) | dream of the endless x reader.

pairing: dream of the endless x platonic!f!reader / friends to lovers, dream of the endless x f!reader

wordcount: 1.1k!

warning: ANGST. major character death. maybe slight (?) ooc Dream?

summary: Dream spends time with a dying friend.

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"Do you wanna hear a joke?” she asked as a playful smile bloomed on her lips, breaking the silence that settled between them as they sat side by side, their shoulders touching under her willow tree.

Dream was silent for a second, contemplating whether or not he should surrender to his friend's amusement or to continue to lament about what was to come.

After some time of thinking, Dream turned to her and answered unenthusiastically, which she chose to ignore.

"I suppose. Why not?" 

Her smile grew wider.

"So, a blind man walks into a pub, and a chair, and a table…" her voice trailed, waiting for the anticipated smile even if it’s just from how stupid or dumb her joke is, but nothing happened. Dream’s face remained impassive as ever. His brow quirked in a manner that expressed nothing but confusion.

Her smile deflates a little, but nonetheless, still remains hopeful. "...you know? Because he's-"

Though Dream found the joke a bit amusing, he still couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate any of her playfulness or attempts to brighten up his mood. 

She sat there with her mouth hanging open before feigning offense by lightly smacking his arm due to his lack of reaction to her excellent joke. “Oh, come on, that was funny!" 

Dream remained impassive and instead chose to invest his full attention towards the ground where white carnations had started to grow around them. He never wanted to ignore her or make her feel anything of the sort, but seeing that sickening sweet smile of hers only further reminded him of what he was about to lose. 

And all she could do was sigh in defeat and lightly nodded her head in understanding.

"You know, Dream, for someone who is literally an immortal being, you're way more concerned about Death than I am- and she's literally your sister!" 

That only earned her a hard glare from Dream, but not one filled with malice or annoyance, but one filled with well-hidden dread, pain, and sadness. 

She smiled softly, pleading with him. "Oh, Dream, loosen up a little, won't you? Laugh, smile! It's my last day. I don't want it to be gloomy." 

"Exactly. How can I smile when my best friend is about to be taken away from me?" he lamented, a pang of grief striking his heart like lightning. 

"Oh, please." she lightly rolled her eyes. "We both knew this was coming." 

"That doesn't make us any more ready for it." Dream snapped, his anger so fierce she could feel it radiating through his coat and transferring onto her.

Dream’s voice softened. "I just wish we had more time. Together." 

Dream took her hands in his, his voice breaking into painful cries, his head turned down in shame.

"I'm sorry, I am truly sorry. I wasn't there when you needed me. It was never my intention to leave you all alone."

To say that her heart was shattering into a million pieces seeing Dream fall apart in front of her because of something he had not done, or something he was not at fault for, was an understatement. 

"Oh, Dream, it's alright.” she took her hand from his, placing her finger underneath his chin. She titled his head up to meet hers. She smiled softly.

“She told me what happened." Dream’s face contorted in confusion, then recognition. 

Death.

"It's okay, and even if you weren't-" she paused thinking on the words she was about to say as she recalled what Death had told her about her brother’s imprisonment, how a man intended to capture her to ask for the life of someone taken away too soon. Her friend was already in enough pain. She wasn’t going to bury the knife deeper than it already was. She chose not to utter them.

"You probably wouldn't have been able to be here with me physically anyway. Because you have more important duties to attend to than spending time with a dying mortal, and that's okay because, in the end, I wasn't alone. I was never alone. Because you're always there in my dreams, holding my hand. And now, you're here, and that's all that matters." The smile on her face was kind and comforting, the kind of smile that brought one to his own, even if it was just faint.

Wiping the stray tears that had unnoticedly fallen to both Dream’s and her face, she finally sighed in contentment. Holding on to his hand like a lifeline, she rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the company of a friend with all the time she had left. 

"I wish we had more time too,” she chuckled wetly.

“But just because our time was short doesn't make any of the days I spent with you any less wonderful.” she turned her head to look up at him, her voice full of gratitude as she said so. “So, thank you, Dream, for being my best friend and for being here, until the end." 

A small smile adorned Dream’s lips. "And I thank you, Y/N, for being mine." he lifted her hand up to his lips and planted a delicate kiss onto it.

Without saying a word, her body collided with his as she tightly wrapped her arms around him. It took Dream a few seconds to recover from the sheer force of her embrace, but nonetheless, reciprocated the gesture of affection in return. 

With his hand behind her head and his other on her waist, holding her tightly to his chest. He pressed a soft kiss on her hair. "I will miss you terribly, Y/N." 

She sniffled as she smiled against his shoulder. "I'll miss you too."

They held each other for so long that even when their arms started to hurt from how tightly embracing one another, they did not let go. But a change in the air made Dream rigid. 

A woman with dark skin and such ethereal beauty appeared behind Dream, and something about her kind smile and her alluring presence already told her that it was time. Her time.

"Hello, Y/N." Death offered her hand towards her. "Time to go, hon." 

Y/N was ready to let go, to finally surrender her life to Death, but Dream kept her firmly against his chest, refusing to let go. "I don't want you to go." 

"I have to, Dream, she's here." she whispered against his ear while her hand drew comforting circles on his back. "You'll be alright." her voice so firm, that the words she uttered next etched themselves on the walls of his mind, and his heart. "Promise me, you'll be alright." 

"I will. I will be alright." 

Death smiled at that. 

"I love you." Dream uttered, as he felt her body slowly going limp against him. 

"I'll see you in your dreams, love." with a final kiss on his cheek, she took Death's hands.

And as Dream's eyes fluttered shut, all he could hear the mighty beating of her wings. 

...

[asexual-means-no-attraction]

thoughts on same-sex attraction vs gender-based attraction?

?????

You mean like... People who differentiate between sex and gender?? Cuz the two are the same and can be used interchangeably.

I know there's a trend of people being like gender= what you identify as, and sex= what you were born as. But I personally find that whole idea silly and low key offensive.

I don't identify as a man. I just am a man. It's apart of who I am. The only time me being trans matters-- ie the only time it matters to mention I wasn't biologically born a man-- is in a medical situation where it's relevant or if you're about to become intimate with someone and they don't know you're trans (ie. You don't wanna surprise them if you haven't had all the bells and whistles that you possibly could). Beyond that my sex and gender are both male.

Trying to pull apart attraction to exclude or include trans and sometimes even intersex people is shitty. It calls a preference or a boundary, not a change in sexuality. People have a right to not be attracted to anyone for any reason. Be it something stupid or something meaningful. Doesn't matter. Not liking blond hair isn't a new sexuality. Neither is being uncomfortable dating a guy who doesn't have a dick. Trying to find some way to exclude trans people is just weird. You're allowed to just have preferences without changing your sexuality or pointing out continuously that I'm not biologically male (which just makes trans people feel bad).

Likewise, if you go out of your way to include trans people it can be even weirder. It can be invalidating and super uncomfortable if you specifically talk about your sexuality as strictly liking specific genitals for cis and trans people alike (note that a gay man making jokes about liking dicks is different than someone in full seriousness revolving their sexuality around dicks rather than actual people). Not to mention it feels like you're implying trans people aren't really their gender unless they've had specific surgeries.

Equally weird when people like to act like only their sexuality could possibly love trans people. Just sounds like chasers or people trying to feel good about themselves at my expense.

If you like men you like men. End of story. If you're a man who likes men you're gay. Easy. We shouldn't be trying to argue if you liking or not liking a trans man changing anything. You're both still gay. But have preferences/boundaries. And when it comes to dating those should be respected regardless of if everyone agrees it shitty or shallow or what ever else.

So I guess the exact answer to your question would be I think it's dumb?? Sex and gender are the same thing. Unless you're talking to your dr it really doesn't matter what you were born as. And it's silly to try and change sexuality around less than one percent of the population. Relax. Cuz the only people I find that care that much about it tend to either do it cuz they hate trans people or have a weird savior complex. Sexuality shouldn't be that complicated. Stop adding rules to it.

[crownshattered]

"Are you suggesting that something as simple as this would be bothersome to a powerful fae such as I~?" the prince replied, a smirk tugging at his dark lips. Something about his words seemed awfully threatening, as if he actually took offense to her being concerned about something like this, but it was all a jest. He simply struggled to convey a 'joking' tone in conversations.

Malleus continued. "I'm not suggesting a long trip. Perhaps a weekend, or even just for a night. There's no need for concern over actual travel. I could have you in Briar Valley with the mere snap of my fingers~" It wasn't an exaggeration, and anyone who knew Malleus and his power would certainly realize this. Honestly, Malleus couldn't think of anything he would like more than to show Sayu his home kingdom.

"I could take you tonight, if you'd so wish," he offered. "You would be back come morning without any concern for missing a class." Although he felt it to be quite dumb to be concerned about missing a class over this, but Malleus cared for Sayu, so her concerns mattered to him.

while the explanation was understandable, sayu couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. sure, he didn't mind it nor sounded as if complaining on such a decision, but maybe that was just a farce. with this logic, wouldn't it be pointless for those who weren't of human species to have a winter break? there was nothing to celebrate, per se, so did the fae really not mind? to the magicless girl, it seemed like a lonely experience...something she could understand, to an extent. after all, she pretty much had to grow up rather early in childhood.

in the end, there's no point continuing on the topic. if he really wasn't complaining, then sayu won't either. look at her, always leading the conversation in a pessimistic path...bad habit, she supposed. the topic would be drastically changed, however, when the fae brings up a surprising offer.

❛ huh...? ❜ was all she could muster, trying to process what he just said as eyes stare up at bright green ones - now that she thought about it, he really didn't know how to smile properly. it took less than a second for sayu to reboot, so to speak, and actually gauge a reaction. ❛ w-wait, take me there? seriously? oh, uh...i wouldn't want to bother you with something like that, senpai... ❜ she begins in her usual, polite tone. ❛ besides, classes have already begun...i-i'm sure you'll be really busy with studies and whatnot... ❜ the last thing she wanted was to pester her friend for her own, selfish reasons.