#never forigve

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Magneto voice claim options… Graham Mctavish, Paul Saint Peter, John Burgemer (Tien), Peter Cullen, Matt Mercer (for a younger Magneto), Keith David, and Jason Maranocha.

Charles Voice claim options… either David Kaye (who already voicdd him) , Y. Chang, or David Vincent.

Though i’d share this. Have a nice night

john burgemer for erik highkey a funny pick like everyone else (bar mercer ibut you did specify 'yong' so ill be Moderately forigivng) is an appropriate fit tbh but idk burgemer is just so strange if im lookin at tien as a reference point... w hat tien doin here. ...... everyone else tho i can see well to a degree

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

why delena makes no sense. elena spent all of season 3 hoping for stefan to find his way back to her to her life, she had hope that despite all the bullshit they end up back together. the final episode she chooses to go say goodbye to stefan instead of damon when she thinks they're going to die she chooses stefan. Then bam season 4 happens and suddenly elena fell madly for damon . s4/5 just feel like retcons of elena character . being a vampire doesn't change you that much it just amplifies your personality . caroline was done well with characzation of girl turned vampire , elena was done poorly.. ever since the sirebond she became a different elena. s4/5 are crap seasons. heck s5 is just invasion of the body snatchers more than about vampires

I liked elena as an emotional vampire trying to deal with the whole effects of being a vampire but it feels that got the shaft when the dumb sirebond plot happened.. .

adding on i still can't get pass damon killing jeremy in front of elena the idea that she would want anything to do with him after that baffles me ... and he tried to turn her into a vampire at the end of season 2 but hen s3 they're all buddy/buddy bec klaus bascially kidnapped stefan to save damons life..i just feel there's a difference between empathy for a person and falling in love. learning damon was tortured in s5 if i knew my enemy/friendenemy went thriugh that id want em to hug em but i wouldnt forgive em for all the hurt they did to me.

. i just cant get on board delena after. the whole killing of her brother thing as an older sibling that will never make sense to me.

[vyragosa]

TEZCATLIPOCA LORD OF THE CROSSROADS AND HEKATE GODDESS OF THE CROSSROADS

YOU ABSOLUTE MONSTER, MAKING SYNCRETISMS LIKE THIS?

I SEE YOU VILLAIN AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE IT

“His relationship with Quetzalcoatl may be likened to that between Egyptian rival deities Set and Horus.” right. right because that’s the most common thing that comes to mind

WELL FUCK ME? WHO IS SET AND HORUS IN DEATH STRANDING? I WONDER WHO THE FUCK THAT IS

IS THIS ABOUT IT? ABOUT THE FACT THAT NASU AND OTHERS ALL READ THE SAME MYTHOLOGY BOOKS (with misconceptions) I MIGHT DIE, I MIGHT TRULY DIE I GET IT OKAY

[ikamigami]

So because today is a gaming episode let's jump into yesterday's lore episode >:)

Sun's dream reflects his desires that he doesn't aknowledge that much due to him almost constantly ignoring his own needs and wants. Sun screams in his sleep even though his dream doesn't seem like something that could cause such reaction. But if we look at Sun's dream as his mind reminding him of things that he constantly ignores it makes sense for Sun to scream.

Because my head is filled with cotton for a week it's hard for me to focus on things so that's why I'm processing episodes in slow motion..

Anyway, I only now realized that characters that appeared in Sun's dream aren't there by coincidence. Even those weirder ones.

We had all of Sun and Moon enemies there - Eclipse, Bloodmoon, Ruin and Creator. It's obvious to why they were apologizing. Because all of them caused our boys some harm in one way or another.

Then we had Catnap, KC, Amanda and Banban. KC apologizing wasn't a surprise except from it being hilarious but still.. Catnap wasn't that weird either cause he showed up a couple of times. The most weird ones there were Amanda and Banban.

They have one thing in common though - they're all related to Sun's trauma. How, you may ask? Eclipse, Bloodmoon, Ruin and Creator are the most obvious ones. They all caused Sun's trauma. Creator by putting Sun and Moon in one body and giving Moon a kill code among other shitty things he did because he sees Sun and Moon as failures. Eclipse by threatening them and putting them in dangerous situations that could ended with them being dead and adding onto the abuse Old Moon inflicted on Sun. Bloodmoon by causing July 16th and killing innocents and by threatening Sun and mocking him. Ruin by kidnapping Sun and saying all those awful things to him and destroying the Daycare and remaking Bloodmoon and destroying creator's council with whole dimensions.

Catnap probably reminds Sun of how he lost it or maybe he reminds him of Old Moon or maybe he reminds him of all the dead children killed by Old Moon influenced by kill code. KC was an infamous kill code himself so he's one of the main causes of Sun's trauma when he was trying to stop Moon from killing innocents. When he had to fight the feeling of excruciating pain in order to prevent the killings.

Amanda was there probably because Sun still had psychotic episode and New Moon started being more aggressive then so she's a reminder of that. We could how much Sun was scared in that episode. And Banban - he apologized for taking kidneys which is a callback to when Banban showed up for the second time and he found meat hidden in Daycare's floor. Which definitely reminded Sun of July 16th incident which was one of the most traumatising events in Sun's life.

Sun's mind wants him to aknowledge his own trauma. And those apologies reflects that Sun felt deeply hurt by what they did to him. Moon represents Sun's want to forigve them. The fact that they're apologizing to Sun shows us that he believes deep down that they can change. And Sun deep down wants for them all to be family and friends.

His hesitation reflects how he is unsure if this is even possible for any of them or just simply anyone to apologize to him. Sun never ever asked for apology. He never said "it would be great if you apologized to me" or "I'm waiting for my apology". It's caused by trauma from Old Moon's abuse. Old Moon rarely apologized to Sun to the point that when New Moon or anyone else does that he is dumbfounded by this. After Old Moon hit Sun in Beta 10 he never expressed that he's deeply hurt by everything that others did to him. And he probably thinks that he has no right to ask for an apology. Because after all, he could've done more, he could've tried harder to help, to stop bad things from happening. It's all his fault so he can't ask for any apology.

Sun's mind tries to remind him that he's traumatised. How we know that Sun didn't aknowledge his trauma? He told Moon in yesterday's episode "I really doubt my psychological trauma would have done that weird dream". Are you kidding me, Sun? Of course it's your trauma that caused that weird dream! 😭

I'm glad that Moon keeps an eye on Sun cause Sun wouldn't survive on his own. Glad that Moon keeps track on those small details that raise the concern for Sun's well-being. Like for example Sun drinking alcohol daily which he shouldn't do when he suffers from mental disorder (I'll never shut up about it) or Sun drinking caffeine before sleep - depending on the amount of caffeine someone drinks it can worsen psychotic symptoms especially in schizophrenia or mood disorders such as bipolar disorder.

But there's something else that stood out to me in yesterday's episode. Moon said that he feels like he has to remind Sun to dry his pants. Did that happen before? Did Sun jump into the water and had to dry his pants before? How many times did that happen before? Sun forgetting to dry himself or just simply not doing it might mean that he doesn't take good care of himself. Cause maybe Sun forgets to do other things around himself and Moon has to remind him of that.

That's why I'm glad that Moon keeps an eye on Sun. New Moon really cares about Sun and tries his best to take care of Sun despite Sun not opening up about anything. I'm so proud of Moon 🥹

Though I wish that he could try to find a new more professional therapist for Sun cause Sun definitely needs help his family can't provide to him.

[sunbeamedskies]

i never forigve hamas and facisct government for infict on both sides

Me neither! They are both to blame. They value power over people

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

You know...i need something to get off my chest..so this is for the anons..who’s been putting me through hell..and had a small amount of Nice anons but..this is the Mostly On Anon haters..so..*Clears throat*..here we go..

*Inhale and Exhale* For those..hateful, evil, and cruel ass anon who’s been cruel to me..for the past 10 years..of my fucking life...You know... I remember you have the gall to tell me that I was acting like a “Villian” in the first place...well..Guess what?..i’m not a villian...you are...YOU always a villian in this entire tumblr for the past 10 years...YOU send me hates For 10 years..with no second thoughts..or remorse..on some kind?..And Everytime i asked “Why did you say that or Do that?” you always Comes out Silent because you knew that it was wrong..and you never Admit that what you did was horrible...and it’s not the “talking” part...is what you did to saphira...The most villianous and sick thing you did is You trying to “RAPE” Saphira with that thorny ass Dick I mean look at this link here!!

https://www.tumblr.com/saphirafoxgirlspost1/636234903266246656/rapes-saphira-with-a-thorny-cock-its-what-you?source=share yea Explain that huh!? that was 3 years ago..and you have the gall to call me a villian while you did THIS to my muse! not only that..but beating my Poor saphira like she’s your punching bag and treated her Like She’s a Biggest “Slut” in whole tumblr! well your the biggest Slut who threw Insults at everyone else just to make you feel better and cause Drama alot..like Oh how should i say “Me as annmod” The woman who ruined me..the woman that She and her friends Ruined my life..and thinking that I’m a “bad guy”..and a “Toxic” person...and also you have the audacity to Insulted me when i have aspergers...and me being an autistic spectrum..and you show No respect at all!..and you never ONCE Said that your sorry for what you Did..but that doesn’t matter anymore.. You abused, mistreat and berated me and saphira...My dream is to become a famous tumblrer...but..i feared someone else did..and my Dream was shattered into a Million pieces no thanks to YOU, ANNMOD, GENIEMOD and everyone else!..and foxymod apoligize to me..but i don’t Forgive him for what he did..but i forgive him as a person but not his actions...You! no...i don’t forgive any haters who mistreated Saphira and I For 10..years...10 years..During that time..i Survive the hurricanes..and what do i got..alot of hates..instead of saying “are you alright?” or any compliments.. All i ever wanted was my Stories to be notice..but not anymore...i felt like i was giving up..but you insulted my friends and My sister ariel! thats go too far..you can insult me all you want..but you better leave my friends and my sisters out of this!..i deserve better than this you know...and Also..one of these days..if tumblr decided to pulls out a tracking thing...I’ll find out who it is..and make sure that I’ll make you anon haters hell like you did to me and saph...*cross arms coldly*...and I will never forigve you at all..unless you want to apoligize to me and saph..thats fine..but i’m not forgiving anyone who put me and saph through...but my dream of being Tumblrer famous...is ruined..No thanks..to you..anon haters..i hope your happy now... and also...everytime i turn off the anon ask...and waiting for few days..i was Hoping that ya’ll can reflect for what you did...And I was wrong...Ya’ll never change...and you have the nerve..to say something that I don’t change...i think you should look in the mirror and tell me who hasn’t change for the past..10 years...And also..FYI...i lost my grandpa last month on the 8th of July..and You of all anons..never send me a nice one..because I knew behind that you were laughing like a devil itself...*Spits on the ground* Shameful...just...shameful..

[antifainternational]

Yesterday, January 19, marked a sad anniversary of the assasination of Stanislav Markelov and Anastasia Baburova at the hands of ultra right criminal group in the center of Moscow in 2009. Stanislav was a lawyer defending antiracist activists in Russia and was one of the few legal professionals who would oppose hate-groups at the time when the majority of law enforcement and courts tended to look past hate crimes. Anastasia was a journalist and an ecological activist. Never forget the people who put their life on the line fighting for human rights. Opposing hate groups is not about politics, it's about saving innocent lives from brainwashed murderers.

Via Moscow Death Brigade

[myheartslikepaper]

every day I am angered by the fact that trip deserved better

[sonknuxadow]

every time i see someone say sonic unleashed was bad or mediocre im just like... did we even play the same game

[incorrect-pokespe-quotes]

Kusaka is exactly in that hell spot of good enough to make a lot of very compelling female characters but not good enough to do any of them justice.

Eh, he’s in the spot of ‘I refuse to believe females read my work thus I won’t cater to them’ ‘coz he’s a good writer, just not a progressive one. He’s very stagnant and doesn’t make a lot of use of a shock effect. You’re completely right tho: Y, Moon, Whi-Two are compelling enough to be the main character. He just... doesn’t do that. It’s a shame... Whi-Two as a main would have been better than Lack-Two for as far as I read but hey for as long as this man believes only males read his work it’ll stay like this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[jonny-versace]

I thought Ryan would leave ealrier than he did, so I'm happy we got 5 amazing years and he stayed long enough for us to see Robron get married.

Deffo agree on being grateful for the time we got with him for sure. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was a likely possibility that one of them would eventually go but it was a pretty distant thought, so when the news leaked it knocked me for six.

[fayes-fics]

Happy 200 followers! Could you do either possessive /jealous Anthony or Benedict? Maybe the reader is their wife and they were getting lots of male attention at a party so B/A took her home to because their “mine”

Mine

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict's wife gets lots of male attention at a party and he gets very jealous.

Warnings: 18+smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, spanking, possessive talk/behavior, slightly d/s, arguing as foreplay.

Authors Note: Hi Nonny, thank you and thanks for this prompt <3 As we see a lot of jealous Anthony in S2, decided to go with Benedict on this one. I'm not completely happy with how this turned out tbh, but my muse didn't want to cooperate further. Very sorry. I will do another jealous Benedict. Also, it appears I'm incapable of 500-word ficlets, here have almost 4 times that lol.

“Hello there, Miss. Can I just say you are so very beautiful?”

You whip around. The accent causes you to pause as much as the brash words-this must be one of the visitors from the Americas you have heard so many whispers about. You decide not to correct him on your title for now. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr…?” you always aim for courtesy at society functions. 

“Johnson,” he drawls, “Marcus Johnson.” He leans in a little too close for comfort. “Delighted to make your acquaintance.” 

He then grabs your gloved hand and kisses the back of it, his grip lingering and entirely improper. 

Your gasp and rapidly pull your hand back.

“Mr Johnson! That sort of behaviour is not considered acceptable in polite society,” you admonish, as reasonably but firmly as you can muster.

“Whyever not, my lady,” he laughs, “It's just fine where I am from. What a funny little country this is. Well, no offence intended,” he laughs, raising his hands in mock defeat. 

You give him a brief, tight smile and move on as fast as possible.

“And it’s Mrs,” you throw over your shoulder, somewhat uncharitably, as you walk away.

You can feel your husband’s eyes burning into you from the other side of the room.

____

“Miss Y/L/N!” 

“Lord Corning. How was the Far East?” you ask politely. He has been away on his travels since before your engagement.

“Wonderful, but I feel all the better for seeing you again, my lady. I was rather hoping for a dance.” 

It appears he has not kept up with London society news.

He grabs your wrist and turns it over. “ Why aren't you wearing a dance card tonight?”

“Lord Corning, unhand me at once!” you exclaim.

“Gosh, I'm sorry,” he recoils as if burned, “I was just so surprised you didn't have a dance card.”

“I don't have a dance card because I am now a married lady,” you chide, “it’s Mrs Bridgerton to you.”

He pales. 

“Please forigve me Mrs Bridgerton. I had no idea.”

“Clearly.”

You know that encounter didn’t go unseen either.

_____

“We are leaving” His face is plastered with a smile for the benefit of others, but you see the flash of something darker in his eyes.

“But I’d at least like to say goodbye to….” you begin.

“Right. Now.” Each word is its own sentence. 

A strong hand settles on your back and guides you out of the room, out of the door, out to your carriage.

The carriage ride home is brief but tense. He stares out the window the whole time, not looking at you—his face like thunder. 

Dear god, but he looks so handsome when he's angry.

_____

“Take that dress off,” he commands as you walk into your hallway.

“Why?”

“You are never to wear it again. It will be going in the fire.” He has such a flair for the dramatic sometimes.

“Don't be so ridiculous….” you retort.

“Ridiculous? I’ll tell you what is ridiculous. Me having to watch my WIFE - MY wife - being flirted with, touched, kissed even, by hordes of other men.”

“It was two men,” you say under your breath, “and you exaggerate.”

“Do I have to tear it off you?” he warns, ignoring your comment.

You hold his gaze defiantly as you fight the buttons open and push the dress to the ground, stepping out of it. You are left in just your stockings and stays; the rest of your body, including your most intimate place, is exposed.

He takes two large strides until he is right in front of you. He looms over you briefly, then leans down and scoops up the dress at your feet, walking back a few paces.

“Smith!” he calls out, still staring at you.

You blanch. He is calling his valet, and you stand there almost naked.

From the corner of your eye, you see Mr Smith startle at the sight of you before schooling his expression. You want to apologise to the poor old man, but that will have to wait for another time. 

“Yes, Sir?” Smith clears his throat.

He holds the dress out at an angle behind him.

“Take this and burn it right away,” he orders, not looking around.

“Certainly, sir.” Smith moves forward, takes your dress and wisely hustles away quickly, leaving you alone again.

“I loved that dress; it's my favourite”, you lament mutinously.

“I never exaggerate,” he revisits the comment you made. “It wasn't just two. I saw I watched; they all wanted you. Every single man in that room wanted you.”

“They don't have me, though, do they?” you counter.

“No, they don't,” he scoffs.

“So what difference does it make? Do you know how many women look at you? Covet you?”

“I don't notice that,” he argues dismissively.

“Well, same,” your tone tart.

It’s a staring match now - he secretly loves it when you challenge him just a little. 

“Corning,” he moves on, “He touched you.”

“He's been away travelling. He didn't know we had got married. Soon as I explained, he was very contrite. Everyone knows better than to mess with a Bridgerton.” 

He snarls.

“And everyone thinks it's Anthony who is the possessive, jealous one,” you mutter quietly, with a wry chuckle. You know you are just riling him up now.

“That other man kissed you,” his voice bitter.

“He kissed my hand in a glove. He is from the colonies, and Lord knows what passes for acceptable behaviour there. It was an honest mistake on his part. I already threw the gloves away.”

“Oh, finally. Some sensible behaviour,” his tone drips with sarcasm.

“I didn't let him kiss me; he stole a kiss from my hand,” you feel the need to clarify, looking up at him, pushing back just a little.

God dammit, if he isn't at his most handsome when he is jealous. You are not ashamed to admit this possessive behaviour is so attractive; this argument foreplay. You ache for him to just touch you. RIght now.

“You.” he takes a step. ”Are.” Another. “Mine.”

You just twist your mouth into a smile. There it is. 

“Is that funny?” his voice steely.

“No,” but you can’t stop the smile from growing larger.

He lunges at you. Spins you around, crowding into your back. 

“No one should be allowed to touch you but me,” he breathes into your ear.

His hand snakes up your body from your hip, smearing heavy against your skin until it reaches the lace on your stays. He unpicks it roughly, yanking the ribbon so hard your body jerks with every pull.

“I'm going to take you right here, so you remember who you belong to.” 

Oh god, yes. You flood down your legs. You can't help it.

The material drops from your body, and instantly his hands grab both your breasts, kneading hard. 

You push your body back against him. Naked except for your stockings. Desperate for him. 

‘Who do you belong to?” his voice is rough, pinching your nipples hard.

“You,” you pant.

“Who is the only person allowed to touch you?” he interrogates, a hand sliding down between your legs.

“You,” your reply breathless.

“That's right,” his fingers curl possessively into your folds.

Without removing his hand, he walks you forward until your hips bump into the display table at the centre of the hallway. The sculpture he made, which takes pride of place, rocks slightly from the jolt. His hand moves from your breast to your back, pushing you down onto the cold marble and holding you there - pinned.

“Anyone could see us,” you rasp. 

“Good, let them watch,” he gruffs; the hand between your legs disappears, and he fumbles with his trousers.

He kicks your feet apart and, without ceremony, plunges into you. Your whole body rolls with the force.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkk Benedict,” you cry out. The feeling of him is always, always overwhelming.

“Yes, that's right,” his tone arrogant.

He is unforgiving with his pace, pushing hard—his sculpture rattling on the tabletop.

“I should have done this at the actual ball. Stripped you down. Taken you right there,” he pants, “then maybe everyone would finally get the message.”

The image he concocts makes you cry out.

“You make me a man possessed,” he grits through his teeth, pushing harder, “mine. MY wife.”

“Yesssss,” you urge him on. You want this so badly. The cold marble against your body, the hot plunge of his cock into you. It's a wonderful contrast. “Harder, husband, please.”

He growls animalistic; the grip on your hips leaves fingerprints on your skin. He is dragging you roughly; you will carry an ache inside tomorrow. You don't care; you chase more, crave more.

“Touch yourself, or you won't come,” he orders. He's not in the mood to give you pleasure tonight; he is taking his.

You snake a hand down between your legs and start to rub furiously. It makes you writhe.

“Stay fucking still,” he barks, spanking your right cheek hard.

“Oh god, yes,” slips out of your mouth as the sting radiates, and the buzz travels between your legs.

You rub even harder, writhe even more, goading him to spank you again.

His hand lands on the other cheek, and you cry out.

“I said stop that,” he warns, with a particularly powerful thrust.

“Please spank me again,” you murmur into the table.

“What was that wife?” he intones, his pace never wavering.

“I said, please spank me again,” you look at him over your shoulder, challenging him.

His crooked smile turns deadly as he uses both hands to spank you so hard that the sculpture topples over. 

“Benedict, your artwork...” you gasp out, panting from the sting.

“I’ll make another,” he grunts. “I’ll make a hundred more if you just come for me.”

“I’ll come faster if you do it,” you plead, pushing back against his thrusts.

He crowds over your back, his hand slipping between your legs, batting yours away. “How do you always manage to get exactly what you want from me, hmmm?” he hums in your ear, impressed, his expert fingers making you moan loud immediately.

“It’s why you married me,” your turn to sound smug, but it’s breathless and thready as he spirals you higher so fast.

“Come on then, darling, you win.” His tone is silky as he takes you right to the edge. Everything from there goes fuzzy as your focus narrows to the feeling in your body notching outwards from where his fingers quest against you.

Just as you start to clench down, he groans loudly in your ear and pushes in hard, holding himself there as he releases into you.

There's a loud crash. You both look over to see Smith has dropped a bundle of firewood all over the far side of the hallway.

“Sir, Ma’am, I am so sorry,” he blusters, not knowing what do to with himself.

You bury your flaming face into the marble tabletop. Benedict laughs so hard you feel it inside you.

“Smith, did you burn that dress already?” he asks casually, as if it's a regular sight for him to have you bent over the hallway table.

Smith has his back turned, and his whole posture is awkward. “Err, no sir, that is what I was fetching the wood for.”

“There's no need for you to burn the dress, Smith,” Benedict says, nuzzling over you. “It is her favourite, after all”.

“Right you are, sir. I’ll err return and clean this up later, sir, if that's quite alright.” and bustles away the fastest you have ever seen him move.

“That poor man. You are a bloody menace Benedict Bridgerton,” you giggle as he pulls out of you and rights his clothing.

He pulls you upright and picks you up into his arms. “It's why you married me.” he laughs as he echoes your words back to you.

Tagging: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @kkpolakow

[chiyotae]

of course (dream) mari forigves you. in the end, it was all about you.

never about me.

-

also yay I reached 100 followers here on tumblr! I only started posting on here last year, people have been super sweet, I really enjoy my time here. also I guess I‘ll apologize for all the angst and heartbreak my art causes, this doesn‘t mean I‘ll stop tho 💗 enjoy kiss

[seerofmike]

wait what's wrong with mirage and wattson's lore? /gen

the apex writers zeroed in on the traits that made their characters popular and turned them into caricactures of themselves. they both have slightly different problems--

mirage takes up a lot of screentime without actually having a lot of lore, like his only contributions to basically Any plot in apex is literally *handing* the answers to wraith's plotlines twice. they stick him in everything and (used to, they dont anymore probably cuz they ran out of room LMAO) gave him voicelines with every new legend and had him appear in every new trailer to say something funny. apex has a set number of voicelines they can add to each season, and only a couple of minutes with each seasonal trailers. they are a limited resource, and the writer spend those limited resources on giving mirage a little bit of attention every season without actually progressing his own storyline or lore in any capacity so they can have him come in and say funny things and be comic relief. it's just...not good storytelling. he doesn't recieve a story or do anything aside from being obnoxious or magically happening to have the answers to wraith's...everything.

and wattson. wattson. lord forigve me i want to be nice to wattson so bad. but oh my god she's such a horrible character. and the thing is they could fix her SO easily if they just embraced the fact that they accidentally wrote her as a huge bitch, but they won't, because wattson is CUTE and has uwu nessies and she's a GOOD person that even CAUSTIC likes because she's just so friendly and likeable, so it's totally okay she gaslit crypto into revealing his identity to her after spending 2 seasons ignoring all attempts to tell her the truth. and her being a bitch wouldn't even be a BAD thing but like, nobody ever calls her out on being super stubborn and refusing to listen to people trying to tell her the truth and then blaming crypto for her own actions. instead the story treats it as her being in the right and crypto being in the wrong, when that is absolutely not the case. wattson would honestly be a great villain/asshole character if they embraced her being an asshole instead of Accidentally making her an asshole and never acknowledging it because she has to be cute. cute and good and likeable. that's all the narrative wants to let her be.

most of crypto's (and c*ustic but i dont care about him) recent big lore moments all stopped being about *them* and more about how great of a person wattson is for trying to Fix caustic and be crypto's friend and all that. she doesn't even really feel like a character at this point the same way crypto doesn't feel like a character. they just feel like two vessels for the apex writers to write a horrible forced straight romance with and it's super frustrating their lore is turning out this way.

[beyourself-marvellover]

Why do I love MoonKnight E. 5

MoonKnight E. 5 it’s like a mirror to me. I’ve been dealing with mental health issues, I was diagnosed with depression. One year ago, my depression became a big trouble. Like a shadow, a big one. I felt hopeless, I felt like I would never deserve good things in my life. Some days, I started to cry without no reason, my life was in darkness until the bomb exploded. I needed help, and that help came in a way that scared me, but then, I understood that it was the way to get better, to recover myself and heal. 

That phararell between the Duet and the psychiatric hospital  made me think in myself, because when you’re fighting against a mental disorder, that’s what it feels: You have to review your life: past and present to build your future. You have to reliving painful situations of the past, you have to bury them because they are situations that are no longer changeable. You have to forigve yourself, and that’s what I felt when I watched Marc’s travel in the Duet. 

That’s why I feel so connected with this show, with the main character and I feel so grateful and happy with Oscar Isaac’s performance, he’s amazing and he did a great job. He captured Marc's disorder in such a heartbreaking, intimate and personal way. 

Thankyou Oscar Isaac, Marc Spector and MoonKnight are very important for me. 

If you’re delaing with mental health issues, go to the specialist. You’re not alone.

I’m sorry if my English it’s not good. I tried my best. 

XOXOXO

[weasleypogues]

fight club (p.h.)

request: hii can i request smth angsty with pope ? maybe it could end well for both the reader and him but overall it’s just filled with angst and slow burn and tension ? ty xx

ofc lovieee!!! loving this pope recognition finally!! :)

this will be a two part becuause this was longer than i expected!!! part 2 here!!!

masterlist.

you literally felt like you could not sit still. anger was pulsating through your veins as you paced back and forth on the porch of the chateau. you also felt the piercing eyes of pope follow you back and forth as you struggled to form a cohesive sentence.

“it’s just- ugh! she can’t get away with this! she thinks because she’s a kook that i’ll be begging for her forigveness and shit like i’m a starving peasant just to save my reputation! i’m a fucking pogue, i don’t have a reputation to uphold!” you spat as your hands clenched together so hard you swear you were going to accidentally draw blood from your palms.

vanessa was a kook that you never had problems with when you were kids because you two had a friendship that was secretive and playful because of opposing groups. it wasn’t until middle school was when she ditched you, similar to kie and sarah’s relationship. thankfully for them, they sorted it out. however, vanessa was bitter and bitchy every chance she could get. 

“yes (y/n)! keep it fiesty! i wanna see you win a good cat fight.” jj egged you on.

“you’re gonna make yourself go crazy if you don’t just sit down.” pope spoke in a sterner tone than you would have expected. but as the rage filled you from vanessa, pope’s tone was not helping. you felt a tinge of hurt in your chest as he expressed his clear stress and annoyance with you. but you weren’t going to let it go that easily; not in this state.

“i’m fine just the way i am, thanks.” you responded just as passive-aggressively as he did. you literally had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes so you wouldn’t egg this on, because the last thing you needed was for pope of all people to be on your bad side. 

you heard him scoff from behind you and his footsteps faded away. you spun around so quickly, maybe even too quickly to play it cool, to just see a flash of him as he turned the corner. your eyes flashed to john b, kie, and jj who had expressions that were just as shocked as your own.

“what’s his problem?” you asked, expecting an answer real quick before you had to go investigate it yourself. your teeth grinded against each other and you felt your face and ears go hot. 

“he probably just doesn’t think this is worth it (y/n/n).” kiara stated, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and giving you a look that said don’t let it get to you. kiara shared a quick glance with john b and jj, which definitely did not go unnoticed by you.

“w-what was that? that little look you three shared?” you asked pointing your finger at them interchangeably and confused but angrily eager to find out. you raised your eyebrows, expecting another speedy answer as you finally turned towards jj who held his hands up in defense and bit his tongue. 

“cut pope some slack. you’ve been looking for trouble lately (y/n), it’s been keeping him on edge each time.” john b responded and slapped his hands on this thighs before getting up off the couch. you felt your cheeks get a little hot and your jaw drop slightly.

pope was trying to be protective of you. this was not a secret that you and pope were always flirty with each other but neither of you ever acted on it. both keeping the same sad mindset, if they wanted to, they would. everytime you talked about this with kiara and sarah at a girls’ night, they playfully judged you for thinking like that and tried to encourage you to just go for it. 

you took a deep inhale and relaxed your shoulders and face, feeling the tension ease up on your body. “she’s asking for it...look i don’t want to make pope upset or anything but vanessa can’t keep pulling this shit. she’s asking for her teeth to get knocked in.” you huffed out as you grabbed your backpack and phone to hop on your bike and head home. 

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your grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed back outside to your bike. you didn’t even bother to text the rest of the group about catching a ride to tonights kegger because you were just a little fired up from earlier. they were your friends and if this were any other case, they would be backing you up. why is this time any different?

you’re recalling yourself getting ready. stud earrings because she can grab hold of hoops. your hair in two braids because there was less surface area for her to snatch onto. sneakers to make a run for it in case shit gets bad. 

what the rest of them don’t understand is that not only was vanessa mean, spoiled, and made your existence on the obx difficult, was that you had a bumpy past with her. more than just losing a friend. she made up a rumor based on fake ideas that she overheard her parents talking about. when she would run into you on the street with her other kook friends at the ripe age of 13, she would be a bystander as they spat insults your way. that always caused a strain in your friendship. 

until one day, she started the picking on first. she judged you on your family’s financial situation and said quote-by-quote “i heard her mom cheats on her dad with all of her little pogue friend’s dads. who knows, they could actually be related and we wouldn’t know. she’s a whore and i’m sure she’ll end up just like her.” tears still brim your eyes at that memory. you wouldn’t dare tell the rest of the pogues, whether it was out of embarassment or fear. it was best for them and their own minds that it was never brought up again. since then, it seems like constant torture from her. 

you pulled up on the beach and hopped off your bike as your tires were definitely not made for the sand. you laid it on a tree and made a b-line to the keg that john b was basically guarding. “thought we’d hear from you.” you heard kiara state as she sat on the sand and glanced up at you, squinting her eyes to keep the remaining sun from basically burning them.

“yeah well, just got a lot on my mind.” you responded. you didn’t want to be so abrupt with them but your blood was basically boiling with the idea of vanessa. john b stared between you and kiara and handed you a full red solo cup which you gladly took, taking a gulp.

“soooo...” jj started, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “cat fight tonight?” you felt a chuckle rise out of you as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“if you’re lucky enough, maybe you’ll get front row.” you joked, sending a smirk jj’s way and taking another gulp. you felt a presence behind you and turned to be faced with pope. his facial expression had clearly changed from what you saw from him last time. he looked almost guilty and concerned rather than aggravated. 

“come to snap at me again?” you said, turning towards the horizon on the water. looking into his eyes right now was difficult. maybe because it was the idea that you knew some part of you wanted to snap at him for him snapping at you earlier but you couldn’t make another enemy. not tonight. 

“about that...can i actually talk to you for a minute?” pope muttered, instincitvely cracking his knuckles, clearly scared to tread on water. you felt your shoulders relax and your facial muscles follow suit. placing your drink and backpack on the ground you followed a few paces behind him, closer to the sand where the tide was rolling in. although he didn’t stop, he wanted this to be a walk and talk situation. 

you strolled beside him, both of your hands slightly brushing against each other every now and then. while neither of you took initiative to grab the others’ hand, neither of you pulled your hands out of that pathway either. that connection and touch felt nice. it was reassuring that his snappiness, along with your own, was out of love and protection of each other. 

“you won’t be happy with what i’m about to say...” pope started, basically holding his breath.

“so why say it, pope? i know it sounds bad to say outloud but, why not just let me fight her? she has made my existence so unbearably difficult on this island and has slandered my name and countless others of those i love too much and for too long. i’m sick of being a pushover and letting her get away with it because of mommy and daddy’s money. im done!” you blurted out, letting more info out than you expected. “why does it bother you so much? if this was topper and john b going at it, or rafe and jj? which keep in mind, both have actually happened, i’m sure you would be more hesitant to stop them.”

your strolling came to a sudden halt as pope took a step directly in front of you, face to face. he looked longingly into your eyes, somewhat darting back and forth between your own eyes to search for an answer to his questions or even an answer to yours. 

“(y/n)! i can’t see you get hurt. i know how badly you want to do this and how much it means to you but in the end, what is it going to get you? an even worse reputation among kooks, bloody nose, and a black eye? is it worth it?” pope rambled drasticaly. 

“it is worth it! and i’m so thankful that you care about me and my well being and everything in between but this is something that i have to do. once and for all. i’m not putting myself and everyone i love through this torture anymore. and if that means beating the shit out of her and getting a bloody lip and battered up on the way, than so be it!” you responded, using your hands quite animatedly throughout the performance. the waves seemed like the loudest thing on earth as you awaited an answer from pope. he looked defeated and anxious, knowing that there was no getting through to you for this. 

“i-” pope started before cutting himself off, looking deafeated yet again. he ran his hands over his face in frustration and as he let his eyes shine over the tips of his fingers, they locked with yours. you felt stuck in place and in a trance for a split second before you felt a pair of hands on your waist and soon enough, you were lip locked with pope. 

instantly you pulled away, your heart feeling full and your legs feeling limp. your hands made their way to his jawline, slightly caressing his cheeks and neck as you pulled him back into the kiss, elongating it. 

he pulled away, shocked yet proud with himself. you could not help the small smile that made it’s way onto your face as your cheeks felt hot immediately. “i can’t believe i’m saying this but...fuck it. beat the shit out of vanessa.” 

the small smile grew as a laugh escaped your lips. you were quick to grab his hand as you both made your way back towards the kegger that was becoming a little more dense as the minutes passed. sarah, kiara, jj, and john b’s eyes were quick to fall on your interlocked hands with pope. both of you kept quiet, playing it nonchalantly. but you couldn’t help but notice pope’s look to john b and jj, all with smirks lined up on their faces.

part two out later!! :)