#man that was a rant and a half but I needed it

[tuttle-did-it]

If you cannot behave yourselves, please don't come to Ireland. If you can't do the basic research about our history and culture, don't come to Ireland. if you can't come without ruining our lands, don't come to Ireland.

Tourists are fucking up the Giants Causeway in Ireland by wedging coins between the rocks which are then eroding and staining everything and in some cases causing the rocks to crack. For any Americans on here planning to visit Ireland: There is a mystical and ancient Irish tradition says that when you visit any of our places of natural beauty you should speak at a normal volume, leave no trace you were there and fuck off home. Tell your friends and family.

Stop ruining fucking everything.

[forsaken-headcanons]

it's the wanna be blue train anon.. uh. I feel like in my last hc thingy i focused to much on guest so.. i'll dig around in my messy brain and find other people

For some reason I feel Jason is autistic (coming from someone who hasn't seen anything of Jason outside of forsaken..) and has high sensitivity to noise.. he only gets angry at loud things and loathes people who are loud.. like Guest (yelling) and Chance (gun). Idk tho just me?

C00lkidd and the other kiddling flavors will play with 1x betrayed skin's hair or sit on their shoulders.

John Doe reminds me of a u-haul truck.. specifically the older ones that are super long and have those square headlights like older jeep wranglers

1x feels something other than anger when they see her creator in pain. :3

Idk if i said this in my last little rant but I see Guest and Noob being like father-child

Y'all know how 1x says "Join me" or smth like that? Elliot would take the offer. Coming from a person who was raised with an emt.. (and an elliot main) He'd take the offer.

I'm half stealing this hc from someone.. (Nikkō i think is the right person) Taph and John Doe are siblings cuz I see Bulider as a father figure to both..

I believe the Spectre would block out John Doe from seeing Builderman and Taph normally just like Jane

All of the Forsaken Characters are neurodivergent in some way.. actually.. this is turning into a mental disorder hc thingy now.

wait is that hateful..

i'm diagnosed with some stuff..

eh.. i feel a bit bad but..

i wanna project.

Noob: Autism, Selective Mutism, Anxiety of some flavor

Elliot: Anger issues? Depression.

Shedletsky: actually.. he's kinda just.. normal? to me? like there's def some depression but like idk maybe ADHD?? idk man

Chance: Autism.. it's the headphones and glasses. i'm sorry.

007n7: Depression.. uh.. autism? like very high functioning to the point it wouldn't be noticeable under certain circumstances oh and can't forget abandonment issues

Deuskkar? Blue pumpkin: Autism.. idk man maybe like sprinkle in some ADHD but they seem pretty autism to me idk why.. prolly just i see them speaking all fancy and being the grammar police

Taph: Autism, Mutism, Depression, Anxiety in any flavor

Guest1337: PTSD, Autism, Anxiety (social), Selective Mutism, Depression.. uhmm heavy on the PTSD like that man's needs years of therapy

Two Time: is religious psychosis a mental illness?? I could say autism.. idk I got options here but i'll stick to the ones I said.. and sprinkle in some anxiety like it's salt in a wound yk?

Builderman: no clue but AuDHD. that's all that comes to my silly mind

i cannot for the like of me think of any other survivors.. i feel like i missed one

Kiddlings: autism, pstd what do you want me to say?

Boss: he's an anomaly.. autism? idk

1x: hate. that's totally a mental illness /silly

John Doe: he's feral. maybe like non-infection him having anxiety but idk man

Jason: as I said earlier. Autism.

god i feel so mean for doing that- but hey. it's my headcannons

anyone else on the train of blue pumpkin being grammar police or is that just me??

Sincerely, Blue Train Anon i think that's my chosen tag..

elliot got tired of the minimum wage 💔

plot twist everyone got forsaken because they were all different flavors of The Tism . the spectre is ash ketchum-ing their asses /pos

[jellynie]

synopsis. joshua is a gentleman with impeccable sense of direction and lucky strike in finding you

paring(s). hong joshua x f!reader

genre(s). non-idol au (not specified), fluff?, angst?, drama

warning(s). mentions and apperiance of a toxic ex (reader's), mention of drinking, reader knows how to drive (and practices safe driving as you all should), again angst? if you count it as angst

word count. 2.7k

a/n. original plot was darker but then I realized that it's joshua and I like him too much for that, I hope the flow makes sense, I was writing this and school work at the same time so it might sound bit... too professional, mouth-full?

no usage of y/n, written in second person pov

If everyone who knew Joshua could describe him in one word, it would be the word gentleman. Suitable noun to be attached to him, for the man did have a gentle smile and all of the proper manners memorized in the tip of his pinky finger. Always holding respect for people around him, acts of consideration before you could even notice with the touch soft as a feather, tender, comforting, many wouldn't ever think twice to trust him.

You too share the same credence as others, Joshua is a gentleman. You would never deny that. How could you, he was always one step ahead of your needs, like now for example, as he was moving through dresses laid on the bed, the ones he made sure to steam and place out for you. 

It was your anniversary dinner, and as always he took care of everything. Part of you feels bad about it, how all you had to do was bring along your gift and dress up, well he helped you with the later too. Showing you options with his giddy smile he was forcing down, he used the excuse of matching, but part of you had suspicion he just wanted to see you in those dresses, but was too awkward to just ask. 

Perhaps you did notice how he stirs your opinion on each dress, always finding a fault in it, but just in the same you don’t think twice when you settle on his choice for the night, simply thinking that once again your tastes are overlapping. One more concurrence in your relationship, you liked it that way.  

You are reminded he is a gentleman in the hallway where he puts your heels on for you, avoiding the ones he knows hurt just enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to be thrown away. Once more, when he drives you to the restaurant, he talks, filling the silence with his voice, reminding you of your nail appointment next week and asking when to pick you up. 

With that in mind you think of the last week, the day that actually started this spiraling of you pondering Joshua’s title of gentleman, you offered to drive your friend and their car home, considering they were more than tipsy to get there safely, and just as you checked if you had your driving licence on you noticed something amiss, its expired. 

There was staring back at you a license that expired last year, not a couple of days, weeks even, it was almost ten months ago. You try to figure out how you hadn't noticed that as you balance your drunk friend on your shoulder and then it clicks in your head, you started dating Joshua last year. The guy who insisted on driving you almost everywhere, the guy who had a GPS installed in his head when it came to you. 

As you start laughing at your predicament, finding the whole situation insane and sharing the bad news with your friend. The same one who, bless her heart, started teasing about what gentleman your boyfriend was, gagging at the sweetness of not turning on your car for almost a year because you had a private driver. You nod your head, half listening to her rant as you dial his number, heart beating against your chest as he picks after the second ring, you almost second question if you were the sober one. 

Usually, event like that would go over your head, you would laugh about it when you had debrief with your boyfriend and move on, shaking your head as you mumble about renewing your license, but what made you pause was simple, ‘You don’t have to rush you know, it will continue to collect dust anyways. Besides, that way you can’t run off too far’ It was a joke, obviously, driving yourself wasn't the only way of transportation, but what made you choke on air was the words that followed. ‘Well even if you go too far I will find you, I always do.’ 

Romantic, you think at first, flush covers your cheeks, you even giggle, like some highschool girl with a crush. It feels nice, he did always seem to find you, no matter where you were, like he was your personal guardian angel, always there, lurking even when you couldn't see him.

And that is when you realize that most people who claim Joshua's gentleman agenda don't understand that despite him being as gentle as the rose petals whose scent overtakes the whole room he will always be too overwhelming in the same way you cover your nose when you pass the perfume aisle in the store. Basic as you may be to make that comparison it was the first that came to your brain when Joshua showed real interest in you. His usual passive expression on his face, the one with an automatic smile you used to question if it was practiced, as he holds the umbrella over your head, for some reason the droplets of rain that soaked your clothes didn't feel as cold as his gaze did.

You aren't sure how or why he was there, you just got broken up with and he showed up, shielding you from the rain. Like he was some k-drama’s male lead you watched when you wanted to feel something other than constant disappointment of your own relationships. His own clothes were getting ruined at a rapid pace yet the world stopped for a minute. Million other thoughts running through your head yet you couldn’t verbalize them, couldn’t even open your mouth to greet him, thank him, nothing. All you could do is listen, to the murmur of the raindrops hitting the world around you, and his voice-

‘Are you okay?’

You were’t sure.

‘Are you cold’

Maybe

‘Do you want to go inside?’

Possibly, but then you would have to face the fact that your face was wet from tears and not the dumb rain.

‘Hey, can you look at me?’

Oh.

You raise your gaze to meet his, it is not the same expression he had five, ten minutes ago. His brows were pulled together, something like a frown but you weren't sure. You come to the conclusion you aren’t sure of many things, considering you wouldn't be able to describe the emotion that was burning behind those beautiful brown eyes of his. He steps closer to you, pushing you to take steps of your own, just backwards. You are too immersed into his expression that you almost don’t notice your back hitting the wall of the covered bus station. 

‘’Did you finally break up with that bastard?’

Oh?

He must have seen your raised eyebrows and gaping mouth like a fish on the shore, because he laughed. What a gratifying laugh, your lips pressed shut together forming into a smile. He runs his fingers through his wet hair strands and shakes his head in a way that reminds you of a wet dog drying off, you bet you looked like a wet cat in comparison. 

‘Is that a yes?’

‘Yeah, its a yes’

You answer his question for the first time, voice quivering from coldness and something more. 

‘What a relief, he was ugly’

Your cheeks are hurting from the smile stretching on your face, a hum graces his ears, like you are agreeing with the statement but trying to be a bigger person.

‘And you are really pretty… What an ass, he had someone as amazing as you and let you slip right trough of his fingers’

Oh!

Joshua raises his eyebrows, a boyish smile covering up and replacing all of the memories of previous times you saw his smile. He must really enjoy your shocked expressions, but you don’t think of that, you don’t dare think of that.

‘I like your smile the most but surprise is a close second. No, I lied, I still haven’t seen them all, I bet you look even more beautiful when you wake up and your brain tries to catch up with the world, you seem like the type.’

He says, and for the third time this night he shocked you.

‘Sorry? Too fast? Maybe, but I've been biting my tongue for as long as I've known you. like every cell in my being was screaming to make you laugh, to be the reason you laugh. And seeing you drenched after getting out of the shackles that asshole put you in, seeing your face light up again like you remembered you are alive? I just want to make sure your mind never goes back to clouds of doubt that you aren’t deserving of everything a real man can offer.’ 

Oh! OH!

He doesn’t stop, tripping over some words, you yourself never saw him like this, trying to catch up with his own thoughts, fixing mistakes he stutters out.

‘Woah, that’s a lot. I know. I should be poring everything out right now, very bad timing’

At least he recognizes it.

‘But…ever since we met, I find myself always around you, like there was some sort of running joke I wasn’t aware of. Suddenly we had mutual friends, same gym, same schedules, same coffee shop, same hobbies, same taste in decor, it was some kind of twisted torment to be pinning over you while you were in a stable relationship, constantly seeing you like a reminder that you are…too much of compatibility for me to be just a coincidence.’

Was he two steps behind or two steps ahead of you? Did it matter? He was there, wasn’t he? A friend of a friend? An acquaintance from all of your usual spots? A guy with whom you go to pottery class every Thursday afternoon? A neighbor down the street who gifted you a new watering can when yours rusted from being left out during winter. A friend who makes sure your cup is full and the plate never empty when he sits next to you? 

You think of what you would use to describe him as that isn't a gentleman.  It wasn't rose either, nor petals, nor any poetic shit you come up with when you think of him. 

He had a honeyed smile, talked in the same sweet way, with a saccharine voice, like you would get a sugar rush every time he spoke to you. Tone soft, precious, like he was reading poetry rather than spitting lies one after another. He wasn't some bad guy in your story, far from it. 

He loves you, you are almost certain of that. Even beyond his facade, beyond the dark glimmer of his gaze when he thinks you aren't looking. He truly loves you, maybe that love is mixed with obsession, maybe a bit of hatred too. Hatred for making him wait so long, hatred for dating that guy instead of him, hatred for your uncertain words the day he confessed under the rain. Yet that hatred was never directed to you, for he never turned his hypothetical rose thorns towards you, he was always soft, delicate, gentle. There is that word again, gentle. He was a gentle man, your man, yet you couldn't use it to describe him completely without feeling that there is something missing.

You think back of the day you went to pick your things from your ex's place, Joshua was there, funnily enough, he drove you there after a date you two went to. Your ex boyfriends dropped your stuff unceremoniously in your hands then glazed back at Joshua waiting in her car, then back at you.

‘That dude…You..’

‘What?’

‘I know I've been an ʼʼasshole’’.’ 

He says, mockingly muttering out those words, as he doesn't believe he ever was in the wrong throughout your relationship- ‘but that guy is bad news, a real creep’

‘What do you mean?’

You never heard someone use creep as a word to attach to Joshua. 

‘Ugh’, a groan, like the need for explanation shouldn't exist at all, like it should be so obvious. You are reminded of all the times he would act like your questions were stupid and once again you are glad you don't have to put up with him. 

‘Are you seriously asking that? He was always two steps behind you, every time there was an event he was there! Every time I open socials there he is, next to you! Like he was your boyfriend and not me, and do you know how creepy it is when he calls me for you!’

‘Calls you?’

‘Duh, like he just says, where are you? Why does he want to know, even when I broke up with you, hold and behold, his ID was showing up on my phone as you finally left to swallow in your own pity party’

He irks you, with his words and part of you wants to just snatch your stuff from his musty hands and leave…but part of you wants to hear him out. Wants to know if it is really true Joshua was talking with your ex while the two of you were dating. He never mentioned that, hell you didn't even know he had his number, your ex never joined your friend group, hell you even forced him to join you on events they would be present. And Joshua never put much attention on who you were dating, then again he never put attention on the fact he liked you either.

‘Did he now? You sure you aren’t just bitter I am moving on?’

‘Wow, wooow’ He boasts, loud and loutish, and you don’t even have to turn around to know Joshua now had his window rolled down. What a circus, and the head clown was convinced his nose is a red ball and that it is in fact fabulous. 

‘Think what you want, you are missing out on a catch like me, not the other way around. Be with a stalker if you want, I don’t care’ 

He rambles on for a couple minutes more, about how you are insane to think he would ever think twice about you after today, and that you better not come crawling back after you realise what mess you made for yourself, you stop listening and check if all your things are in the busted-out basket. Once you conclude that what could be left with him isn’t important enough to wait for him to finish his rant you scoop your things back up, away from his ugly basket. 

Once you turn you see Joshua with one leg out of the car, eyebrows raised, eyes widened as if he was a meerkat caught in some trouble, back straightening up once your eyes meet. You chuckle and your ex must have realised you aren’t paying him attention anymore, with a surprisingly short string of curses he slammed the door shut. 

Joshua returns your smile once you are near enough for him to hold onto stuff you were carrying, pushing them into the backseat. 

‘He is louder when there aren’t people around. Glad you won’t have to hear such badly articulated sentences anymore’

‘What about you?’

‘What about me?’

‘Aren’t you glad you won’t have to listen to him anymore?’

A pause. Then a shake of his head and a laugh, he doesn't do it condisending way, rather he does it to himself, you soon realize why, once he mumbles out next words like a secret confession.

‘I tried not to listen to him speak in the first place, but then again I wasn't the one in relationship with him, couple of exchanged words that are ignored don't come close being with him’

‘Woah, Joshua ignoring people, that's a new one…’

‘Well he was always a churlish pal, lacking much grace when talking about…others. I don’t think paying attention to whatever brash words may come out of his mouth are worth anything really.’ 

He gives an awkward smile, the one that tells you more than words. You pretend not to notice the pause, a deflection on not to say he talked bad about you specifically, you nod along, agreeing. 

So wherever that question comes up, wherever someone asks you who your boyfriend is, what's he like. You would smile and say. Gentleman, because the parts of him that would question that statement are the parts that only you will see, and you will make sure of that. You will leave your location on, ask for a ride even when you don’t have to, turn a blind eye to his soft influence, pretend you don’t know that lucky meetings were not dependent on fate but on how good Joshua knew you.

[angelicdemongirl]

Just a little rant for people complaining about Silent Salt Cookie being a male

I can't be the only one who's tired of all the people who are pissed that Silent Salt's gonna be a male. (This isn't targeted for everyone who thought Silent Salt was gonna be female or non-binary, this is targeted for SOME people who are complaining about it.) Like, SOME people are saying "B-but we need strong females/non-binary representation." And they forget that characters like Golden Cheese, Hollyberry, Financier Cookie, Strawberry Crêpe Cookie, Pitaya Dragon Cookie and Snapdragon Cookie exist (three are strong female characters, three are non-binary). I feel like half of the females in the Cookie Run games as a whole (not just CRK) are strong females. And did you also forget that there are PLENTY of non-binary characters as well? I'm not gonna name all of them because there's so many, but here are some for reference: Poison Mushroom Cookie, Sorbet Shark Cookie, all the dragons (+ Snapdragon Cookie), Cream Unicorn and Icicle Yeti. I'm not hating or trying to undermine those people's wants for strong female characters or non-binary characters (I love those kinds of characters too), but we have PLENTY of strong female characters and non-binary characters in the game, and you're complaining over ONE Cookie that's going to be a male. If you ask me, I'M more upset that he won't be MUTE! (His name is SILENT Salt Cookie. You could easily make him mute!). And I'll be even MORE upset if he's not an Ambush! (Or even a Defense, because he's a Knight. Ambush or Defense, but I'm rooting more for Ambush). And if you're not happy with Silent Salt being a male, headcannons exist. You could just headcanon he's a trans-female (bonus points if he's already transitioned) or non-binary.

But anyway, this is just a little rant of mine about people complaining about Silent Salt being a man.

[theothersarshi]

And some of us are super fucking tired about it.

In my former cult people told me I should be more "feminine" and I always asked them to define "feminine" for me, and then I'd question them if men couldn't be like that.

"Women want to look nice." - Ok, but how do you feel about handsome men in well-fitting suits? Are they not making an effort to look nice? Because tailored suits might require more effort than grabbing a dress off the rack, even if the styles are different and [rant, rant]

"Women are caretakers." - Ok, but how do you feel about men who provide for their families and offer emotional support and useful advice? Isn't that something to admire? Isn't that caretaking, too?

"Women are delicate." - Ok, but should they be? Isn't that a setback? What if you need to carry the groceries? Does that not require strength in the most physical sense?

There was one response that left me too speechless to comment, though.

"Being a woman means liking sex as a woman."

"What?" I said.

"Yeah, if you cum when a man or a woman goes down on you or has penetrative sex with you, and you have a vagina, then you're a woman."

"Errrrrr..." I said.

"Don't you like having sex as a woman?"

"I... guess?" I said, not because I don't, but because my brain was nuked.

But her definition was different, because she badgered me about my sense of style, too. Which she shouldn't have. Because her definition was unverifiable unless she slept with me. Which she didn't propose, but which I would have refused anyway.

This made me think that much of gender essentialism is based on half-arsed definitions that people don't even think about much, never mind verify, so I became less interested in finding out what femininity is, and much more interested in badgering people to death with questions when they dislike the way I exist.

gender essentialism is soooo funny bc it's like "this is what women are like" and you're like "I've met women and many of them, if not the majority, have not been like that" and it's like "well women SHOULD be like that" and you're like "why should women be like that" and its like "because that's what women are like"

[bayetea]

there's something really bizarre about what may or may not be excessive wariness of adultifying black girls that's resulted in not only treating hazel like some moronish baby but sweeping oversimplification of the person that she is. by refusing to observe hazel in a more mature light (and by this I only mean taking her seriously) there's a pervasive dumbing down of her character in the fandom that really does not occur as much for other characters. she's 14 in hoo. not 13. she's 15 in toa. for comparison the second youngest member of the prophecy 7 is jason, who was 15 himself for the first half of hoo and does not experience nearly as much character infantilization by the fandom at large

as a hazel enjoyer it's all pretty disappointing; I see so much to appreciate and unpack in the frankly gothic nature of her story but when I go looking for hazel fanworks (not just fanfics but fanart, headcanons, hazel ships, textposts to reblog, etc) I can't help but sense an unwillingness to just THINK about how her experiences might impact her. there's little more regard for hazel in the fandom than her merely being nico's cute and sweet little sister. and she is cute and she is sweet that much is true. she also grew up during jim crow while black and was violently bullied and killed herself and her mother when she was 13 years old. genuinely I don't understand reading horrific parts of her story like this and thinking that she's just a cute and soft tweenaged girl and not much else

like let's just be candid about this - abused and neglected children are forced to grow up fast (something that will almost inevitably have consequences in their adulthood). they are forced to be mature in ways that other kids aren't. hazel is not written like a "normal" 14 year old in part because she is not a normal 14 year old. you don't spend your life consciously wasting away in asphodel surrounded by ghosts and rejoin the living as a normal teenager. she was mistreated her entire life by everyone but sammy and then she died. and upon her resurrection the nature of her quest is more horrific than anyone else's - she has to "redeem" herself for helping gaea+giving her mom asphodel in the eyes of the underworld judges by killing herself again. that's literally what going on the son of neptune quest is for hazel; freeing thanatos = he takes her back to the underworld. there could not be a more literal confrontation of her discordant mortality than this. the only reason her life doesn't end that way is because of pluto's leniency towards his own children, and the narrative does nothing to justify something so objectively unjustifiable. even positing this as pluto's self-redemption of his failure to protect her in her first life, rather than hazel's own self-redemption, would have been something but hoo simply doesn't resolve this glaring conflict about its messagings on the unchangeable nature of life/death. but that's a post for another day

I cannot emphasize enough that hazel is every bit as deep and angsty as popular SadBoy™ characters like nico and leo but the interest in her sorrow and complexities is simply not there. this is not an insult to nico/leo themselves but a notation of how SadGirls™ (especially black girls) will never receive comparable acknowledgment of their miseries or the way said miseries have impacted them. hazel is deeply contemplative and world-weary and struggles so much with alienation from the world around her - alienation from the modern world as a person of color from the segregated past, alienation from the living as an undead girl, alienation towards her own powers because they ruin lives, including her own. if you just observe her character and her story I think you'll find more meaning about how life is a thing to be cherished than anywhere else in the franchise

[vaguely-concerned]

powerful mental image of lucanis expounding passionately about any given one of his limited but extremely deep areas of interest (the wyvern/knives/coffee/cooking/murder continuum of lucanis dellamorte special interests if you will) while rye lounges around and Beholds him with palpable twink boutta pounce energy

[ryzheling]

hai everyone do u guys know that ily lots

[dollopheadedmerlin]

I'm so worried about my cat. The vet said I'm doing everything right and that he just needs his meda adjusted but he is so tired and isn't really eating and I know he is old but I can't help but feel like he could live a few more years if he just never got constipated. But it keeps happening and it keeps stressing him out and none of the meds work long term. And I'm just so tired and sad and he is napping on the opposite end of the room because he wants to be alone and that's gotta be the scariest part. He still purs when I brush him but his heart is not in it and it's killing me

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

i want to do a queer reading of the green knight 2021 so bad

like im talking out of my ass here but like gawains character sees a lot of overlap in the ways queer men (esp feminine queer men) tend to grapple with their place within the hegemony—he finds himself engaging with the challenge issued by the green knight because he wants to prove himself as a knight after all, or in essence, as someone worthy of the ultimate ideals of masculinity

yet we see in his relationships that he does not seem to fit into that ideal. essel, his lover from the brothel, exhibits a degree of maleness in that her lifestyle/profession/whatever have you gives her much the same sexual freedoms upper-class men of the period were often allowed: she sleeps with whomever she chooses whenever she chooses, and one will note that she has short, almost boyishly cropped hair as opposed to the long winding braids and updos common to women of the period. when gawain spends time with her in the brothel (a place of sexual freedom) he is more at ease with himself than he appears to be in nearly every other instance in the film save perhaps the final scene (ill get to that)

so we already have established that hes more comfortable existing outside of the ideals put forth by the vaguely medieval christian system arthur/guenevere represent, but we see the signs of his active DISCOMFORT within the system in his dream/vision in the green chapel. he sleeps with essel once more after his return to camelot and becomes king, but instead of staying with her more permanently he leaves her behind and takes their son with him—as if punishing both her and himself for daring to want outside the mandate the class based heteronormativity would have him perform

and this is undoubtedly a punishment for the both of them because gawain goes on to live a wretched empty life (he marries a stranger he rarely spends time with her his son dies young in war his people revolt and he dies alone) and essel stands in the crowd watching him disdainfully, tense with a barely concealed fury at the life he stole from both of them

of course this kind of subliminal queerness is second to the real moment of faggotry in the film—bertalik kissing gawain. the key marker of queerness in the scene however, is less in the kiss itself and more in gawains reaction to it. he could have simply pulled away upon contact but instead he lingers. bertalik is the one who ends the kiss and they hold eye contact for a beat before gawain asks him to let him go. why did he not push him away at first then? it could have been shock in the moment of course, but he holds bertaliks hand even as he asks to be released. i would argue that it is a fear of desire within himself that spurs him to spurn bertalik rather than a revulsion at the thought of contact

now returning to the final scene as i mentioned earlier: all this in mind the only other moment of the film in which gawain seems at peace/content is when the green knight moves to behead him for the third time. the knight bows low and smiles, running a hand along gawains neck, and the film closes on the two smiling. for this scene of gentleness between two men, one who has shown predominantly fear and apprehension throughout the work and the other a grim, leashed violence, to be the closing note of the film is an interesting choice to say the least. the green knight at least in part represents a rejection of the reserved, dour conservative views of arthur and the rest of the ruling class. he represents a kind of freedom in body and spirit that encroaching christianity in the british isles sought to quash, so what then would it say of gawain that he feels more at ease kneeling before this wild untamed anti-society if you will than he did sitting in the lap of chaste, christian luxury? that he was more at home surrounded by loose, immoral sexual deviants than he was in the arms of the his home and family? that he feared bertaliks touch but almost, so it seems, didnt want it to stop?

what im trying to say is the green knight symbomizes gay love and being lowkey embraced by and/or beheaded by him represents gawains full surrender to faggotry and life outside the boundaries his family would have him live by

anyways watch the green knight 2021

[kwyoz]

wow, i love when the dragon age fandom is very normal about veilguard's companions being pansexual and totally not being lowkey really fucking pan and bi phobic.

[zombiecheri]

I really hope Mizu and Taigen never end up together. I don't exactly dislike Taigen's character but I don't see him with Mizu. It would be so forced to me. "he bullied you in past and now likes you" trope is so shitty in my opinion. So overused, so boring, so cliche. It's doing nothing to me.

I don't see Mizu with Akemi either. As much as I want Mizu with a girl (mostly because I need a confirmation that she's indeed wlw), I don't think they're compatible. I don't see Mizu with anyone at this point. I don't think she needs a love interest. Not all characters need one, plus her past would make sense why she wouldn't want it.

Anyways, if Mizu does end up with Taigen I'll be very disappointed. I lied a little bit when I said I didn't dislike him, he is very annoying to me. He's not bad, just annoying, uninteresting and unfortunately very boring. He does nothing for me as a character.

Walmart Zuko mixed with Shang with a bald spot (I'm jealous over pixels what the fuck is my life)

[not-kamenx]

Beyblade X Ep 34: A Rainbow Guest

GES SJACSLSVWJEVEJEVENEBB BC LABJEBWEVD KB VEJEDV WHAT IN THE OMINOUS SPINNING DRAKE IS THIS EPISODE

Okay, first off, I WAS SO DISTRAUGHT AFTER GETTING HIT WITH A FOUND FAMILY EPISODE THEN WE GET HIT WITH JAXON’S TEAMMATE, SIGRID NANAIRO AND HER REALLY BLUNT ATTITUDE TO EVERYTHING EXCEPT SUSHI. Okay I’m gonna be honest, I did get spoiled that she was Multi’s sister BUT LEGITIMATELY I’M STILL SURPRISED

She and Jaxon are similar but not at the same time??? I mean they both love Komaba Sushi (I figured ever since Memories of Sushi ep because the bigger set was given to her while Chrome was too busy focusing on Jaxon and getting fed blah blah blah and yeah) AND THEY’RE PRETTY BLUNT but Jaxon seems to prefer choose his words while she prefers to choose her actions

The way Robin went to grab the mask and practically suffocated Jaxon had me giggling, LIKE DO THEY JUST HAVE IT ON STANDBY???

Like he was so happy to see her and now he’s getting choked by his hair in the mask

Anyways when Robin was surprised she knew him I figured he’d put two and two together, since in the first ep he knew Jaxon was part of Team Pendragon and so was she? Mini plot hole I suppose

BUT YEAH I noticed throughout the episode Robin kept defending Multi from Sigrid even though he keeps getting cut off which, GAHHHHHH AND EARLIER DURING THE VOTES SHE TRIED TO COMFORT HIM they’re adorable honestly

anyways the reactions when Robin and Jaxon find out they’re sisters 😭

THIS IS THE MOST HORRIFIED EXPRESSION IVE SEEN JAXON EXPRESS IM CRYING WHY DOES HE LOOK SO MORTIFIED

and later on we get a look at baby Multi and Sigrid, WHICH OMG I WANNA DRAW MULTI WITH SHORT HAIR NOW

and…. Babadudum…. You guessed it… why I’m immediately posting my reaction to this….

We get a lovely momentary session where Chrome is slowly continuing to lose it over Jaxon in the corner of a room while Sigrid sits there like the bestie who has to hear about her friend’s relationship problems

CHROME YES I WANTED TO SEE YOU BUT NOT LIKE THIS, HAVE A DAMN SLICE OF LIFE MOMENT OR SOMETHING HELP

and thennnn some shady shit just casually breaks into Komaba Sushi and steals the bey plans Multi had. Hello, how does no one spot this THEY HAVE TWO HUGE ASS BUILDINGS SURROUNDING THEM???

[liedownquisition]

There's this fascinating (read: annoying) phenomena where the fandom keeps aging Roy up unnecessarily. Guys he's vaguely the same age as the other fabfive Titans, I like having him a year older than Dick but that's not, like, textual. And he's DEFINITELY not (within canon) more than a year older than Dick.

He wasn't thirty at the end of Post???? He and the other NTT were in the vicinity of late teens/early 20's (no shot was he older than 22, and even THAT's pushing it) when he found out he was a father, and Lian textually/explicitly died when she was FIVE. That means he was maybe 27 on the upper end of things at the end of Post. What are you even getting on about.

[mikeluciraphgabe]

DC Gotham and NYC Marvel when something happens ever: *deep sigh*

[saltedplumtea]

Occasionally the MCU hyperfixation circles back around again and I'll dive into the character tags. And as always, the amount of Sam Wilson crossover in the Steve Rogers tag is minimal which is hugely disappointing!!! They're best friends and close partners (and if we're gonna be shipping then their chemistry is out of the park)!! From the moment Sam is introduced he is in literally almost every sequence of the movies beside Steve, till Steve gets Joe Biden'd in endgame. More Sam Wilson 2k25!!!