#love her weird girl energy

[jaydarino]

Cursed to live in human form.

[clonerightsagenda]

Tiffany Aching is the ultimate weird little girl. Terry Pratchett went 'actually it's fine if you're angry and petty and overlooked and want to be selfish sometimes even if that's not a role you feel like you can play within your family structure. Also reading the dictionary is normal'

[disgurrr]

Yk what gets me so mad? It is the lack of empathy and sympathy that some of fandom has towards Katniss reactions towards Peeta’s hijacking. I absolutely think Katniss was unfair and cruel in how she handle his hijacking (at times, she was not always mean to him) but so was Peeta towards her. The fandom can show so much empathy towards Peeta, to the point that we excuse everything with “it’s beyond his control , that’s not him, everything hijsck Peeta does is not real.” Like sorry!? It’s very real. And Katniss should’ve handle it better, but my god she’s just 17 and literally the love of her life, the person she deemed as precious almost KILLED HER!??? she felt betrayed, abandoned, beyond hurt by her peetas treatment towards her.

Could she have been nicer, more empathetic, and more gentle ? yes, but she tried her best during the capitol mission where she planned to die. I just , idk it’s becoming a little bit misogynistic to me atp

[moeblob]

I'm on an OC kick and also super indecisive so I spun a wheel (thank you for choosing for me, RNG).

Ricardo is a body guard and is bffs with Marlo. Ricardo's current job is watching after a celebrity's daughter who the public doesn't know even exists. She's just a teenage girl vibing with her mom and getting texts and calls from her dad (who loves her a whole lot and keeps her out of the spotlight very purposefully) and has this bodyguard and his weird friend. Marlo is just vibing with his best friend.

(Also Marlo would absolutely laugh if he heard Ricardo say "someone called me eye candy and it wasn't you and now I think you should call me that")

[goldiipond]

they gotta stop making new video games man these things consume your life (he is playing a game that came out in 2011)

[canislupusangelus]

I love Chappell Roan I love loving something slightly more mainstream than I usually do so I can actually find other people that like it I love pop I love being queer

[peachykneesjellybees]

the way some of y’all talk about taissa (in relation to van & in general) (when she’s not being ignored) is concerning to say the very least

[musical-chick-13]

Always funny to me when people say, "Why was the Doctor ever interested in River in any way when she's Not A Good Person," as if a) their oldest and closest friend in the universe isn't The Master, someone very much not known for being a particularly good person, and b) there wasn't literally a line that went, "And unlike me, [River] really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that; kind of do a bit."

[joons]

it's such a weird experience when you think you're having a totally respectful, decent convo with someone online and then they start vagueposting and escalating to their followers instead of just responding?

[depressedzelda]

u know when u overthink shit and ur convinced something is destined to spiral into a fuckshow but you have no control over it or leaving said situation. Feeling that with this job

[sonknuxadow]

Sha/douge is the bane of my existence, even if it didn’t have the weird age gap, it’s still pretty gross because Rouge is like an older sister to Shadow. It really feels like some people just ship any m/f pair that are close to each other regardless of the context of their closeness

i dont think rouge is like. canonically shadows sister its just a popular headcanon? unless im missing something? but yeah im a team dark siblings believer and agree that the age gap is a bit strange so i do not like seeing them be shipped together all the time .. ships like shadouge and silvaze have such "oh this guy has a close friend whos a girl so they MUST be in love theres no other explanation" energy

[cold-neon-ocean]

❤️ for the fic ask

💚 for fic bits!

Another semi longer "bit" lol but I've had this one in my WIPs for a while. It's more dialogue heavy and less introspective than usual but I was wanting to focus more on how they talk with each other. Set back in the Zaofu era before they left home, where Baatar was a lot sulkier and Kuvira apparently made a regular habit of inviting herself in through the window.

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Baatar scoffed the moment she was out of earshot. "I could fold a sheet of tin into any random shape and call it a representation of my feelings but you wouldn't see anyone calling me a prodigy for it~" he looked down at the schematics he'd been working on before his mother had passed by, suddenly his mind wasn't in any mood to work. Everything felt inadequate now.

"Ooh someone's angry~"

Baatar turned sharply, startled, finding Kuvira currently with her elbows over the windowsill like she were some kind of burglar infiltrating the estate.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

She heaved herself over in a fluid movement "I sensed a disturbance in the universe and knew I had to come check on you." Which meant there was something else she was supposed to be doing right now, but chose to be here instead. Her slender fingers brushed under is jaw "What's the matter? You look particularly perturbed at the world today~"

"It's nothing." He muttered, annoyed with himself over how evidently he wore his emotions on his face "My mother just wants me to go to the exhibition, to I guess-- stand around and try not to get in the way while she impresses them with her other children."

"Yeah I know." Kuvira replied, "She wants me on security. Just in case anyone plans to steal a sculpture or something." She scoffed, clearly feeling it was an endeavor that would go just as well if there was security there or not. "I fear for the stability of our very culture if such a dreadful thing were to happen!"

Giving Baatar a light smack on his arm, she headed for the doorway, "Come on. We can both go and stand around if that's what's so needed of us."

[livvyofthelake]

people on tiktok STOP talking about jenna ortega. that’s MY special guy she’s not for you. you people don’t even know phoebe…..

[flowerflamestars]

Migration Patterns snippet

“Pretty obvious,” Tim told her. “I mean. I was in the room when you set his childhood legacy on fire and he spent the entire time staring like you were something he couldn’t wait to put in his mouth.” He reached, stole the wine. Elle let it happen. “Plus,” Tim added, wiping his lips on the back of one bruised to hell wrist, after a hefty chug, “You left together. He tucked you inside his jacket.”   A laugh, nearly silent, hidden against her neck. Jason’s mouth- Jason’s teeth- entire gesture charmingly soft and still something that left Elle shivering if she thought about it hard enough. Three knives, two guns, and Elle, precious against his person.   Held.   Elle switched legs to lean on, juddering as she went, unable to stay still. “That’s just- affection.”   Wine discarded, last of his coffee tipped dramatically to catch every dreg, Tim made an absolutely scathing sound. “Jason doesn’t touch people.”   Jason, whose sheer physicality tore open every attempt to stymie the fond, hungry desires of her heart. Never more than a reach away, those first three days they’d known each other again. Smooth confidence that made her feel a little insane- care, Jason was so fucking careful it made Elle want to break things, wrapping his arm around her in rain, pulling her out of the way of fire, one broad hand between her skull and brick.   “What?”   Tim hauled himself upright by grabbing the island. “You want a latte?”   It was not, apparently, a request that required answering. Elle stared at the sea green wine bottle, and tried not to think about the incredible color of Artemis’s eyes. The way Kori had lifted Elle straight off her feet in a hug, six and a half feet of stunning curves.   Elle liked herself just fine.   She wasn’t even jealous, exactly- embarrassed, thoroughly- explosively attracted, yes- maybe they’d let her go lay on Amazonian beaches without her more gorgeous other half, and she could finally learn how to use Messalina’s sword.   New York could have her back in any need. Jason could keep Gotham. Her heart might as well also get her home.   It might even be a nice exile. Donna was cool as hell, and Elle probably had just enough Warden inherited Greek lurking in her brain that she’d be able to read the books in their famous citadel.

Tim pushed a coffee mug into her nerveless hands. Perfect froth- little bits of culinary lavender and rose from her tea cabinet sprinkled over, clear if unneeded evidence Tim had gone exploring.   Elle took a sip. “Where’d the milk come from?”

Rather than retreat back to his hiding place, Tim lowered himself down across from her. Stared for a just a second, before his mouth twitched. “You’re freaking out.”