#like right now it’s just kinda pointless

[glitter-stained]

Another day another ask mysteriously disappearing from my inbox when i'm about to hit post on the reply

Anyway the question was basically "what do you think of the "Jason isn't able to get over his death while bruce is capable of forgiving joe chill and sitting by him as he dies" take and doesn't it sound a little like the "everybody died he ain't special " take?"

Why yes. Yes it does sound like that. My thoughts on that idea, in no particular order:

- it's almost 2025 are we still placing moral judgement on characters based on the comparison between how they're enduring their trauma what happened to the universal singularity of human suffering what happened to not comparing apples and bananas weren't we taught not to do that in elementary school

-Is this about the Three Joker comics? It sounds like it is, anyway uh that comics is not mainline (and has pretty shitty writing imo), in mainline even in his least flattering runs (ie Battle for the Cowl) Jason hasn't gone postal because of his death in a while (in BTFC it was Bruce's death and the mention of the "unresolved dark horrors of his childhood" triggering a bad parody of some sort of psychotic break) so like i guess criticizing Jason for something he isn't doing is kinda strange

-if anything Bruce is the one "not over" Jason's death considering the flashback he had right at the beginning of Failsafe arc (though of course demanding he just gets over the trauma of holding his dead son's corpse is just as absurd as demanding Jason gets over the trauma of having died)

-honestly staying by Chill's side as he died was pretty cool and heroic on Bruce's part, totally agreed, that was badass of him to not let him die alone despite his trauma. That being said can we please stop tying morality to the concept of forgiveness? Implying there's a goodness of heart to forgiving/getting over your trauma is weird, it way too puch pressure on the victim, we should stop with the "good victim/bad victim" narrative, martyrdom culture is harmful. If forgiving Chill helped Bruce, cool for him, Jason is in no obligation to forgive Joker, and also Bruce forgiving Chill =/= staying by his side as he died, those are two separate things

-if we're comparing coping we have to compare resources, what does Jason's support system at that time compared to Bruce? Should we make a tally to see who has more friends especially close ones? We both know who will win but also that it's a completely stupid and pointless arrangement, how many apples and oranges must we compare before we conceptualize that it's not the same fruit?

-in terms of personal taste, I find placing moral judgement on characters is about the least interesting analysis angle I can imagine, like, congrats, you've established Angel McPerfect is a better person than Asshole McInteresting! Now multiply me by one and subtract zero.

-kinda hilarious to criticise Jason for not getting over his death and compare that to the coping of a man who dresses as a bat to cope with something that happened thirty years ago. Like if he's so over his trauma why is he wearing pointy ears

-also, obviously, the idea that characters should just "get over their trauma" is insanely dumb. Trauma is like a wound. It can scar, if treated properly, and then the scar will always be there. Imagine telling someone they should get cosmetic surgery because "we get it, you got stabbed, you don't have to shove it in my face every time I look at you." Or telling someone whose wound got infected "why can't you be more like this guy? Look, his stab wound is all healed nice and clean by now. It's like you're not even trying !"

Anyway I hope that answers your question and you have a good day anon, I agree with you that that take is weird, I truly don't understand the reasoning beside "i don't like jason". Idk maybe these people just need to...chill.

[sh4wty18]

or what?

pairing: jake x reader.

summary: you and jake have never liked each other. the thought of even being near him pisses you off. your entire dynamic shifts one night while attending his halloween party and accidentally wear the same costume.

cw: 18+ MDNI, NSFW, sex, teasing/banter, mean!jake & mean!reader, language, drinking/being tipsy

word count: 2.7k + proofread

a/n: i wrote this around halloween and it’s been in my notes app ever since. lowercase is intentional. first smut fic, kinda nervy 🫣

TW: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME ONLINE. THIS STORY IS 100% FICTIONAL FOR FUN ONLY. NOTHING HERE IS ACCURATE TO REAL LIFE, NOR AM I CLAIMING IT TO BE. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

you walked into jake, johnnie, and carrington’s halloween party dressed as jigsaw. you’d worked hard on this costume and had been waiting to wear it out all week. your best friend, carrington, had been excited to see it too. when you got into the kitchen and hugged carrington hello, he couldn’t stop himself from giving you a cheeky grin. “you look awesome!”

“what is it?” you ask, immediately catching on to his suspicious smile.

he giggled, “nothing… just, who wore it best?” he points across the room to where jake stands, also wearing a jigsaw costume. what the fuck. you think.

“car, did you know he was also wearing this?” you ask, slightly annoyed.

“no! y/n, i swear, he didn’t tell me what he was wearing until today. i didn’t wanna tell you because i knew you were super excited to wear it and it was so last minute.” he smiles again, “but hey, maybe you can get more pointless flirting and banter in?”

you elbow him roughly and he cries out dramatically in faux-pain. “ooowwwww!”

“carrington, that wasn’t funny,” you roll your eyes, but cant hide the small smile creeping onto your lips. you’d never liked jake. for some reason, ever since carrington had moved in with jake and johnnie, you’d gotten on really well with johnnie, but never jake. youd just never gotten along. you always found him to be loud and obnoxious. carrington was too, but he was your best friend and you were used to it. jake was just annoying. but… he was also super hot. you were attracted to him, of course you were. he was fucking sexy. you didn’t like him, but you did want him. carrington could tell of course.

and you supposed he was right, partially. sometimes it did feel like you two were flirting every time you had a stupid argument over something one of you said, eager to prove the other wrong. you were constantly bickering. even their fans could tell you two didn’t get along. it was no secret. you were friends with tara, and she’d tried to get both of you to talk it out, insisting that you’d actually quite like each other once you got to know one another, but you both refused. too stubborn and petty to make amends. he was immature, and dramatic, and rude. it was impossible for you to be around him for more than five minutes without getting pissed off. yet at the same time, when you were in a room with him, he’d always catch your eye. you’d catch yourself stealing glances at him from across the kitchen table or couch, and oftentimes you’d catch him looking at you as well. he was just so pretty. you could look at him all day. and you’d be lying if you said your arguments didn’t turn you on. maybe tbat was part of the reason why you did it. you really had no reason to hate him. he wasn’t a bad person. he was actually quite a nice person. to everyone but you. oh well. it was too late to make up now, you both had your hearts set on constant vague annoyance and mild hatred for one another.

you stomp over to wear jake stands, sipping a drink and talking with a few people you don’t recognize. “what the hell, jake?!”

he looks you up and down and a shit-eating grin forms on his face. “well well well. look who’s here. and decided to copy me, too? not surprised.”

“oh i am NOT copying you-“

“you sure about that? because i’m pretty sure you’re the one wearing the same costume as me at a party i’m hosting, not the other way around,” he smirks.

“and you think i’d waste my time purposely copying your costume? real mature, jake.” you roll your eyes. the people he was talking to have slowly made their way go the other side of the room, watching from a distance.

“i mean, you want me so bad, i bet you would. don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, i’d wanna fuck me too.” he placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you one last once over before walking away. you could’ve sworn he bit his lip as he did.

fuck, he looked so good. shit. it was undeniable, you wanted him. so. fucking. badly.

the rest of the party was pretty fun. you mostly stuck with carrington and his friend group, and stayed as far from jake as possible. you kept shooting each other glances from across the living room, and it was obvious he had something to say to you, but wasn’t approaching.

you got pretty drunk, singing and dancing with your friends until the early hours of the morning. you tiredly made your way upstairs to one of the guest rooms where carrington had assigned you to stay for the night. you walked into the bathroom to wash the jigsaw makeup off your face and heard a knock at the bedroom door.

assuming it was carrington, you dried your face quickly and went to open the door. a slightly tipsy looking jake stood on the other side of the threshold.

you scoff, “what do you want?”

he walks into your room without asking, and closes the door behind him. he’s still in his costume, although now his makeup is washed off and he’s no longer wearing his suit jacket. his button down is disheveled and unbuttoned, and the bowtie hangs around his neck. your eyes trail down his chest and back up to his eyes, in which he still wears the red contacts. even in this state, he looks fucking incredible.

he gives you a quick laugh, “like what you see, baby?”

hearing him call you baby makes your stomach flip.

“i-“ you stutter, “no, i just- what are you doing in here?”

he laughs again, “you cant even deny it!”

“deny what?” you ask with annoyance, even though you know exactly why he’s saying that.

“don’t play dumb with me, y/n. you’re a smart girl. i know you are.”

“okay, i want you. is that what you want to hear? you’re so fucking annoying and obnoxious and insufferable to be around, but every time we’re together i want to fuck you. is that what you wanted to hear?” you step closer to him until your face is only a few inches from his. but you don’t dare touch him.

“fuck,” jake whispers. “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to hear that.”

he throws himself at you, wrapping one arm tightly around the back of your neck and the other around your waist, pushing you up against the wall behind you. he pulls you into the messiest make out you’ve ever had. it was as if he was trying to consume you. all of you. and nothing was enough. his lips engulfed yours for what felt like hours, but what was really only a few minutes. and when he got bored of that he moved on to your neck, kissing and biting and sucking wherever his mouth landed as you groaned into his ear.

“you looked so fucking hot tonight,” he whispers low in your ear before returning to work on your neck, marking as much of you as he could.

“so did you,” you mumble.

jake stops, “what was that?” he asks.

“you heard me,” you say with a tinge of annoyance.

“say it again.” jake tells you.

you raise your eyebrow, “no.”

he backs away from you in surprise at your refusal, and you walk away from the wall and over to your overnight bag. slowly, you pull the costume off your body. piece by piece. inch by inch. taunting him. you can feel his eyes burning into you. the hunger emanating from him.

“what, a girl’s never said no to your games before?” you ask, still not facing him. you’re naked now though, and you can still feel his eyes on you.

“it-its not a game. i just wanted to hear you say it again. never had you compliment me before. it’s a halloween miracle.” he says, trying his best to keep his cool and not ravage you right now.

you turn around and slowly walk back over to him. he stares at you, eyeing every curve of your soft skin. when you reach him, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling his face to yours until your lips graze together. “i said you looked hot too. now are you gonna fuck me or what?”

you connect your lips again and he takes you back just as desperately as before. one of his hands grips your ass cheek and the other slides between your legs. “this okay?” he asks quickly.

“yes,” you let out, your voice barely above a whisper.

you shudder at his touch, clenching around nothing, needing him. he massages your clit, his other hand moving from your ass to your thigh to pull your leg up, allowing your skin to spread for him.

“fuck,” you whisper.

“am i makin’ you feel good, baby?” he asks with a smug grin.

you roll your eyes through the blinding pleasure, “fuck you,” you spit out.

he laughs, stopping his motion on your clit and sliding two fingers inside of you with no warning. “fuck, you’re so ready for me. barely even had to try to get these in. think you can take my cock yet?”

you feel yourself clench around his fingers as he pumps them in and out roughly.

“just shut up and take your clothes off, webber.” you mumble breathlessly, and he removes his fingers, sucking any remnants of you off of them before ripping his costume off, leaving him with only the red contacts. you cant lie, he looks even hotter like this. fuck, you couldn’t believe how good he looked. and you were finally getting to fuck him. yeah, maybe it was only because you were both still a little tipsy, but you weren’t that tipsy. you were still well aware of what you were doing. so maybe it was really just because the tension was finally too much. the rubber band had finally snapped.

you place two hands on his chest and push him backwards until he falls back onto the bed. then you climb on top of him, straddling his thighs. you spit into your hand and use it to lubricate his cock. he was already hard, and you gawk at how big he is. you watch as he leans forward on his elbows to get a better view of you jerking him off. your strokes are long and slow, and you make sure to brush the pad of your thumb over his tip with each one. his head rolls back and he moans, and you could’ve came just from watching him.

he sits up and grabs your hips with both hands, pulling you forwards so you’re on your knees. you adjust his cock below you and sink down onto him, bottoming out nearly immediately. it hurts a little at first, you weren’t used to fucking someone of this size, but you loved it. you could feel yourself getting addicted to him with each passing second. he laid back again, but kept his hands gripping your ass cheeks. he rolls your hips forward, guiding you through the motion. “c’mon, baby, you can do it. you can take it, i know you can,” he says sweetly.

“i think this is the nicest you’ve ever been to me,” you joke, trying to keep your voice level, but it’s hard when all you want to do is moan in pleasure.

“yeah… well… don’t get too used to it. you’re still a bitch. just because we’re finally fucking doesn’t change that,” he says, half jokingly, but he’s also struggling to speak through his pants.

“finally fucking? so you’re saying you’ve always wanted me too?” you ask with a smirk, continuing to grind yourself into him. he lifts your hips a little now, yanking you down harder onto his cock each time. you press his chest further into the bed, leaning down to kiss his neck and jaw.

“fuck off,” he whispers in response to your questions.

“you’re such an asshole,” you scoff. he takes one hand off your ass and grabs your chin, pulling your face down to sloppily kiss your lips again.

“i wanna hit from the back? that okay, baby?” he whispers against your mouth.

of course it was okay. you wanted him in every way possible. you nod and climb off his lap, the feeling of emptiness taking over. you needed him back inside of you immediately. he flips you over as if you weigh nothing, positioning you on your knees in front of him. your head is buried in the pillows, and he yanks your ass up with one hand. you can hear him stroking himself a few times, before sliding his cock back inside of you effortlessly. you’re honestly shocked at how well you can take him, like your body was meant for him. his thrusts are rough and deep. all that can be heard in the room are the sounds of skin on skin, his husky groans, and your higher pitched moans as he works your body.

“c’mere,” jake grunts, grabbing you by the neck with one hand and wrapping the other hand around your stomach, pulling you upwards until you’re sitting up on your knees. his thrusts don’t let up, and you’re amazed by his strength. “wanna see your face when i make you come.”

you cant manage to get a word out, all you can do is ramble. “fuck, jake, fuck.”

“come for me,” he whispers against your shoulder, kissing it as you come undone on top of him.

“fucking christ, you’re so hot. where d’you want me?” he asks, his thrusts growing sloppier by the second.

“inside,” you say, feeling another orgasm rapidly approaching.

“you sure?” jake asks, clearly struggling to hold back.

“yes, fuck, jake i’m on the pill just come inside me,” you moan.

he lets out a loud groan, and you feel his dick twitch. the thought of his come inside of you pushed you to the edge again and you screamed in pleasure. his thrusts quickened as he realized you were coming for the second time, and only when you’d ridden out your high did he pull out of you.

you both collapse onto the bed, and stare up at the ceiling breathlessly.

“holy fucking shit, that was so good,” jake said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. “if i’d have known you’d be that good, i would’ve fucked you sooner.”

you scoff, “shut up,” you say with an eye roll. “you’re still insufferable.”

“we can never let them know this happened,” jake says.

“agreed,” you turn and outstretch your hand for him to shake on it.

he laughs and shakes his head, “fucking nerd. only you would want to shake on a deal after i made you come twice.”

you feel your face flush with embarrassment, “shut the fuck up,” you groan.

“never. you’re never gonna live this down. you love my cock so much you came twice! yeah, y/n, good luck acting like you hate me now.” he turns and smiles at you, a real smile. but he still takes your hand, shaking it aggressively. “there. you happy?”

“yes,” you smile sheepishly at him. “i don’t hate you, you know,”you whisper.

“i know,” he says. “i don’t hate you, either. but pretending i did was so fucking hot.”

“we can keep up the bickering. i still think you’re annoying as fuck.” you say with a laugh. “but maybe now instead of perpetually arguing, we can just fuck when it gets bad… or when it’s not bad. whenever we want.”

he smiles and presses a quick kiss to your lips, “i could live with that.” he stands and puts his boxers back on, before making his way to the bedroom door. “night,” he says.

“g’night.”

hope u enjoyed lmk what u think😣 tags for @liseytopia & @audr3yyyyy bc they convinced me to post it :3

pics from pinterest, divider from @/saradika-graphics

[shouldprobablybereading]

Hot take of the day is that I think sanderson not letting adolin murdering sadeas have any real consequences killed like 95% of interesting debate on the morality of it

[maeamian]

Becoming deeply radicalized against the idea of crewed Mars missions, y'know how the Rovers keep sending back better and better data what if instead of that we made an even bigger one and devoted nearly 90% of its capacity to holding a guy in a bubble on top of it instead of sending back useful data, but wait! They'll eliminate like a half hour of latency and also almost certainly contaminate the landing site and possibly the entire planet, so it's not all downside.

[skippingseaglass]

chat i think this is why they say that social media is bad for people

[magicstormfrostfire]

Im offically burnt out on Sonic fandom.

So i guess im...done?? I dunno

[deus-ex-mona]

tmw you give someone concise instructions but they ✨just do not get it✨

[rememberedbyamark]

Finally in my new home. I'm feeling so normal and fine about all of this btw

[anotheraccountonthisapp]

CW: vent in tags (I'm sorry idk Tumblr etiquette yet-)

unfortunately a lot of the corny self help advice turns out to be true but the thing is you have to come to those conclusions yourself otherwise it just sounds dismissive and dumb

[rolandkaros]

wasted my entire fucking afternoon and evening because i fucked up my data for this huge assignment feel like shit kicking myself because i fucking finally managed to be productive and then had to use all that productivity fixing my own mistakes.

[neverendingford]

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[shawtuzi]

this video got me thinking….its kinda giving choso so walk with me real quick besties

˚ʚ♡ɞ

“fuckkkk,” the back of choso’s head knocked against the headboard, his chest heaving with a thin sheen of sweat covering it. the poor boy couldn’t form a single thought—the only thing swirling around in his empty mind is that he needed more.

his breath hitched when he felt your tongue wrap around his nipple once more, flicking the sensitive bud with your tongue. you didn’t bother saying much to him, it’d be pointless being the only word he could respond with was a breathy ‘fuck’.

“i’m ’bout to—hmph! nut again, it’s coming baby,” his head lolled onto his shoulder, his hips now bucking up to create a rhythm with your hand. you hummed around his nipple, squeezing his angry red tip, the clear pearls of precum leaking from his tip had you dying for a taste. “be louder…w’nna hear you cho,” you whispered in his ear, licking at the shell of it.

choso shuddered rather violently at the feeling, but nonetheless he got louder for you—a tad bit louder than you had expected. choso’s mouth dropped opened, a symphony of whiny moans following right after.

if he had any energy he’d fuck your fist himself, but alas after 3 consecutive orgasms all he could do was pathetically roll his hips. “so fuckin’ close, cmon baby make me cum,” choso nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt your soft hands begin to play his balls, squeezing them ever so softly.

choso’s entire body went limp as his orgasm hit, moan after pornographic moan spilling past his kiss bitten lips. the first shot of cum landed on his chest, some getting on his chin, which you greedily licked at a second later. his thighs shook in overstimulation, nearly closing because now it was really starting to become too much.

“baby baby baby wait—hah! you’re gonna f-fuckin’ kill me,” his larger hand wrapped weakly around your wrist, but it stopped nothing. you kissed you way up his chest to his neck, sloppily kissing, licking, and sucking any bit you could get. he just smelled so good—like vanilla and cinnamon, you just wanted to eat him up.

you brushed his hair out his face with your free hand. you looked into his tired, yet oh so lustful eyes, “you good?” you asked, halting your hand’s movements. choso sniffled and gave you a weak nod, “want you to drain me dry angel, even if i start crying.” it’s funny because just as choso finished his sentence a stray tear slipped from his eye, landing on his already messy abdomen.

choso stuck out his tongue making you giggle. you knew exactly what he wanted. you leant over, wasting no time shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing up his whiny moans. you resumed your hand’s movements, squealing when you felt choso’s teeth sink into your bottom lip.

he truly didn’t know if he had another orgasm in him but he didn’t care, even if he blacked out. why do you ask?? because soon he’ll be receiving the best aftercare known to man. cuddles, kisses, BACK SCRATCHES!!! he was as content as could be.

[alchemiclee]

i'm planning to do my firefly cosplay pulling stream tonight. wanted to do star rail themed gartic phone for at least half an hour before pulls, but can't get at least 2 more people to join me 😭 what should I do instead, so stream isn't just 10 minutes long? should i do silly goofy doodles? try to work on my firefly art I still have barely touched? i'm not sure. I hate when my plans don't work because people suck!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭

[followerofmercy]

Networking/Knowing A Guy: A Guide

This is the autism website. Now, as an extension of the power of love and friendship, there are few things more useful than Knowing A Guy. Knowing A Guy means you have a support network. Knowing a plumber, or a tax accountant, or just that one dude that's really fucking good at finding the information you need when you're really overwhelmed, can be the difference between being able to pay rent and having a fun party with friends to fix your shit.

How does one end up Knowing A Guy? It's a skill you can develop called Networking and it is one of the foundations of society. Unfortunately making those connections with people is fucking hard and nobody makes a tutorial for it. So, here you go:

The golden rule is you scratch my back and I scratch yours

It is necessary for survival to seek out useful people

Great news! Everyone is useful in some form or fashion - including you! When given the opportunity to learn about someone, do it! Extroversion does not come naturally to some people and that's okay. Just take whatever falls in your lap.

Types of usefulness: trade skills, connections of their own, personality you jive with, pleasant to talk to, niche interest in shared hobby, security - the list is pretty much endless. I know a guy that lives in the metro area - no job, no major hobbies, inoffensively annoying to me personally, kinda ignorant, not attractive to me, but you know what? He knows how the fuck to get around the city by foot. My rural-raised ass APPRECIATES the guide.

Remember important information: general personality, background, skillset, likes and dislikes. You can find this information by making smalltalk about their life. There is no such thing as pointless conversation. (Yes, even the annoying smalltalk)

The more people you know, the higher the likelihood that one of them will be useful in a given situation - or will know someone who is.

It is overwhelming. In a given clique/community/workspace/whatever, there is A Guy Who Knows The Other Guys. This Guy is a shortcut. Find them. They're often elderly, extroverted, a little bit annoying, a secretary or in some otherwise forward-facing position. Look for people that are gossipy/talk about other people a lot but not in negative ways. If they constantly talk shit, they'll talk shit about you too. They're still useful but be careful with the information you share

You do not have to like someone for them to be useful.

You do not have to like someone for them to be useful.*

If you have low self esteem, you're going to feel like you're using people. You're not. That's the devil talking. People like feeling valued and the connections you are making are the threads holding community together. Recognize people for their talents. It's only a problem when you're taking advantage of people

So: don't feel scummy about it. You're an animal. You have to claw out your right to survive and people will respect you more for it.

Luckily mutualism is the name of the game in the animal kingdom. Offer something back. The foundation of a Know A Guy relationship is Mutual Benefit

Sometimes that Mutual Benefit is just spreading news of the The Guy far and wide. My plumber friend is my actual friend and I love her to death, but I'm maintaining our backscratch relationship by pimping out her plumbing business to anyone that'll listen

Food is a good Mutual Benefit. People across cultures for all of human history have bonded over food. I have good success asking people for a favor and then offering to buy them lunch in return **

General compensation is also good. Offer a service in return and always do your best to offer financial compensation as appropriate. Having your plumber friend take a look at your drain: doable with a case of beer. Having your plumber friend redo the pipes in your entire house? You need to pay for that.

Being transactional is not necessarily a bad thing. I would advise against keeping an itemized list of things owed, but fish don't seek out cleaner shrimp just because they enjoy their company. Everyone gets something

Unfortunately being extroverted and generally personable is a huge benefit here, but that's the value of the Guy That Knows A Guy. There's someone out there that has consolidated All The Guys so you don't have to be the local expert. Always remember nobody can do everything and you don't need to master every skill

* This is the foundation of a functioning community. I have many acquaintances that I find incredibly annoying. They include doctors, welders, artists, social workers, lawyers, construction crew and random fuckers at the grocery store. I do not hang out with them. I do not have to in order to maintain a civil Know A Guy relationship. I can drop them useful tidbits and fuck right off so I don't have to spend any more time than necessary with them

** People may assume romantic intent. Be prepared for that. I generally denote that it's a friendly/work lunch by calling them bro at some point if they're my age. Otherwise my general demeanor is sufficient to show that I do this with everyone

Source: personal experience, mother's teachings of crime, booth vending and poverty

[arolesbianism]

Dude actually getting to read other ppl talk abt oni lore stuff did so much to make up for my brain sucking at reading I didn't even consider that Michael E.E. Perlmutter could be Meep I thought it would be unfitting if he was just a rando but I did not put two and two together at all and look at the obviously spelt out capitalized letters dhdkhdkd

[asumichen]

I hate the US medical system I hate the US medical system I hate the US medical system