#no hate to the ppl who reblogged with the tags

[sweetescapeartist]

SOMETHING I WANT TO ADDRESS

There were some tags I read for the reblogs of my post here.

Here are the reblog tags.

And I have to make it clear that this is NOT some sort of attack on these ppl. This is simply me responding to things said about cop Krillin that I've seen before. Ppl have used Krillin being a cop as a reason to hate him (not saying these two hate Krillin). Politics have made ppl either hate all or love all police. There are good cops, but they are just rare. So, I can't say I hate all cops. I just don't care for most of them for many reasons. Now that all that's out of the way, let's continue...

Here is my issue. To preface, I am a black man. If anyone should have problems with police in America, it's black men due to how we are targeted more than anyone else. Do I like police? No. Not most of them. There are the rare few who actually try to help ppl, but they end up getting fired and threatened by the many bad cops who have numbers & power over them. So, now let's look at Krillin with the tags above in mind...

A response to @xenovidel

First of all, Krillin being a cop is not horribly out of character. Krillin wants to help ppl and wants to get paid doing so. Otherwise he would have became a vigilante and made no money to support his family. Instead he fights corruption and gets paid to do so. And that corruption can also involve criminals in uniform. Secondly, do we not want good ppl to infiltrate an oppressing system to help assist & save the oppressed? Not infiltrating oppressing systems allow for the corruption and oppression to continue. I am NOT endorsing an oppressive system. I am endorsing for good ppl to make positive changes against and within stystems of oppression. Get enough good ppl in & enough bad ppl out, who is in control now? Not infiltrating corrupts is allowing corruption to get stronger. In a way, that is unknowingly allowing for oppressing systems to flourish & retain their power to indulge in corruption. We need many good ppl with strong wills and convictions in these positions of power because they will not abuse it. And if they do, the other good ppl with strong convictions should hold them accountable & arrest them. Having more good ppl in these positions wont completely stop corruption, but it will prevent & diminish corruption.

I'm not pro police. I'm anti corruption. So if good ppl can get in these positions that corrupt ppl have and make positive changes, I'm all for it.

A response to @stephanos-spaceopera

I may have misspoken or been misunderstood. What I meant is this... Krillin is a martial artist. He has fought ppl in OG Dragon Ball during tournaments and knocked them out easily without killing them. Heck, Goku & Gohan done the same to ppl. These ppl are not seriously injured because in the world of Dragon Ball, normal ppl will be okay after being hit by certain attacks. Normal ppl in DB have gotten kicked through walls and were okay. Humans in DB are just more durable than humans in real life. Example being Bulma surviving her vehicle exploding (while carrying a baby) & her being blown around on Namek during battles, the news reporter & the camerman during the Cell Saga who got blown around by Earth shattering attacks. All were unharmed. Spider-man has super strength yet pulls his punches on criminals. And when you look at comics, normal humans often for some reason withstand punches from super humans. And Spider-Man works with the police. Is he bad now? Or is he just trying to get rid of corruption. Because he's fought police too. Now, lets go back to Dragon Ball. Jaco is a space cop. Do ppl hate Jaco? What about Videl? She helped police often and subdued criminals they couldn't. Do ppl suddenly hate Videl now that they remembered she helped police? Same goes for Gohan. Or maybe... police in the world of DB aren't as corrupt as they are in the real world. The Earth is ruled by a dog after all & there are other beastmen and monsters and dinosaurs in the DB world. Its not the same as our own world. Krillin being a good cop DOES NOT mean he is still a bad cop. That is illogical. The rare good cops in real life get threatened & fired by ppl who hold more power than them. Since Krillin literally holds more power than crooked cops, he can do his job properly without fear of getting threatened. Qualified immunity probably doesn't exist in DB either, so this just means bad cops have no protection. This means it's easier to arrest a bad cop, they can get long prison sentences, and they can be prevented from being a cop again. Meanwhile, good cops who don't need qualified immunity can keep doing their jobs without giving citizens issues. No reason to be mad that they made Krillin a cop if he is actually helping ppl. He doesn't attack citizens like bad cops in real life do. He attacks deadly criminals in a city with a bunch of criminal activity. Cause in real life, police in some places don't arrest violent criminals on purpose so that specific communities can be affected in very negative ways. If they actually did their job and stopped violent criminals & didn't harm citizens, there would be less crime and corruption in & outside the police force.

Also, Krillin purposefully holds back on how much power he uses. He's not always at 100% or even 10%. Thats not how ki works in DB. And the two men he "sent flying" were alright and he tied them up. Again, normal ppl in DB are toughter than ppl in real life. One reason is for comedic reasons and the other is because its a fictional world where normal ppl are just toughter.

And this is not "copaganda." That is when you only speak on the positive without including the negative. I included the positive and negative of cops. One being that Krillin actually makes ppl feel safe, meaning that cops often dont make ppl feel safe. Well... certain groups of ppl in real life usually don't feel safe more than other groups due to a corrupt system. And when I said that Krillin is the example that police should strive to be like, that means that police aren't doing that. Also, how do you peacefully apprehend a dangerous person? You have to use some sort of force to apprehend them. Violence isn't always a bad thing. At times, violence is necessary. If someone is attacking your family, you have to stop them with some form of violence. I know I would. I guess Gohan shouldn't be Saiyaman anymore since he's far stronger than Krillin and uses violence to stop criminals. Also this is DB we're talking about, so violence is bound to happen. The Z Fighters beat up Freeza's soldiers in Resurrection F. Violence was necessary against alien criminals/terrorists. Violence is at times necessary for human criminals too.

Krillin is a freaking super human who can blow up the planet using less than 25% of his strength. Him being a good cop simply means he won't be pressured into doing wrong out of fear for his life from other corrupt officers. And Krillin sets the example for other good cops and other cops who follow bad cops out of fear. They see that Krillin is untouchable and knows he won't be pressured into doing wrong. When bad ppl have more power, then more officers are willing to become corrupt to keep their jobs out of fear & also thirst for power over citizens. But if good ppl have more power, then more are willing to do what's right and stay in line out of respect for others as they earn respect. Krillin keeping the city safe doesn't mean he keeps it safe from just street criminals. It means bad cops too because a bad cop is a criminal. So when Krillin arrests corrupt cops, they can't threaten to kill him since he is far out of their league. Nor could they threaten his family since his wife is even stronger than him & his friends are the most powerful ppl in the universe. Protecting the city means protecting them from criminals with badges too. So, with less bad cops who are too afraid of being punished by officer Krillin, the city is safer. Corrupt cops do drug deals and brutalizing citizens in real life all the time. If corrupt cops are doing this in DB, then Krillin is literally changing the system in a similar way that Commissioner Gordon from Batman is one of the few good cops who helps Batman clean up the city of crime and corruption within the police force.

My Final Thoughts...

Do most ppl also blindly hate Commissioner James Gordon, Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Chun-Li, Leon Kennedy, Seras Victoria, Major Motoko Kusanagi from Ghost in The Shell, ect because they are/were police? No. They are seen as likable versions of police by most. And the ones who assist good police aren't looked down upon because they are helping a cop. We can't hate police so much that we would rather defend armed criminals who threaten innocent ppl over a rare good police officer. We should want more police to be like the good examples and find ways to make that happen so that a good cop isn't a rarity. Get rid of the many bad & create a way for more good to be present. But in real life, there are too many politics to make simple changes with police. To change that, more ppl would need to learn about law and politics to get rid of corrupt politicians. THEY are the root problem and many bad cops are the result of that problem.

Krillin is a good example of what police should strive to be like. We don't have to praise all police. Instead, we can praise a good example, state why they are good examples, and constantly state how other cops should do better.

And no hate towards neither of the ppl I @. Just discussing and clarifying.

[sluckythewizard]

BUT IM NOT A WRITER. something strange possessed me to write my first proper fanfic in maybe a decade. be niceys to me but also grill me so i can get stronger. this one is a stupidly self indulgent bit between Soda and Emizel, a day or so after emizel was sired. CW for gore descriptions, but thats about it i think. image below is a snippet of the start. the rest of the whole dang thing will be under the cut. ive never posted fanfic ever in my life. read my tags for secret behind da scenes commentary

"Oh shit… I think hes dead…" It was another night, another patrol, another fight, and another win, for Emizel and Soda.

Under moonlight, under street light, under interwoven wires above, the two stood here in a quiet and damp alleyway. The air was drenched with the smell of a previous rain, and the puddles of said storm remain huddled in corners and pot holes.

One splashed as soda found himself stepping forwards into one. The residual adrenaline of the fight had left his body shaking, his heart still pounding, his wounds still throbbing. They had still won; or more-so, Emizel had won. A particularly nasty blow to the side had Soda reduced to the side lines for most of the fight, left to watch as his newly vampiric comrade had absolutely eviscerated the competition.

Emizel had only been turned a day ago, but it was impossible not to notice how it had changed him. He already acted so goddamn confident, so on top of the world, and this newfound power, newfound speed and strength, only built upon his insane ego.

The Fangs that they encountered here on this night stood no fucking chance. Emizel was too quick, too strong, and he easily chased off the rivals. It was only now, as the final unfortunate opponent had turned to flee, a clean clock in the jaw sent the human tumbling to the ground with a dull thump, and it did not move afterward.

Soda shifts his shoe out of the puddle, the cold seeping into his sock being one of the few things keeping his mind in his body in the moment. Is the guy breathing?

A low laugh bleeds from Emizel as he stretches his arms, licking his sharpened teeth as he stares off in the direction the remaining Fangs went. Soda knew that look on his face, the look of a tiger pondering on its next kill, he knew well that Emizel wanted to chase them.

But the guy on the ground.. It was one punch to the face, and the wicked crack sound that came from it had planted a seeding dread within Sodas chest.

As he steps forward, around the puddle, the resulting sound made Emizels attention click back over to Soda, the snap of his gaze making Soda flinch.

The two lock eyes, and Soda weakly gestures to the limp body on the floor. "The uh.. I think.. Is that guy dead?" He finally asks, having a hard time keeping contact with Emizels intensely red eyes.

Emizel turns his attention to said body, tilting his head as he goes to kick at the thing, turning it over. "Man no way hes dead, I punched him once." He mutters.

"Well, yeah, but his head almost twisted all the way around when you did.." Soda steps up to stand beside Emizel, the two boys standing with their hands in their pockets, down at this unfortunate, limp body.

"Should we hide it?" Soda asks, glancing back over at Emizel, who had.. An odd look on his face. He was clearly pondering something, but Soda could only guess whatever was going on in that brilliant head of his. He knew and trusted that Emizel was smart. If anyone could figure out what to do about this, it would be him.

But the lack of an answer had anxiety chewing at the back of Sodas rib cage, and after a second, he speaks up again, compelled to fill what he perceived as a tense silence. "Like.. I dunno, I've never uh... killed a guy..." He shrugs, prompting Emizel to let out a big sigh.

"He's not dead man, just out fuckin cold." Emizel kneels down next to the body, putting an ear up to its chest, and pondering on that for a moment. An uncertainty twists his expression, as he decides to instead place a hand on the victims throat, checking for a pulse. A moment passes, and seemingly finding nothing, he pulls back.

"Uh... Okay, so he might be dead."

Something about the confirmation from Emizel made a shiver run up Sodas spine. That, or maybe it was just the breeze agitating the cold water in his shoe.

"Huh… Damn.." Was all that Soda could really get to leave his mouth. Which was hardly a splash compared to the torrent that was slowly churning in his head. They just killed a guy. Or, Emizel just killed a guy. And it was so easy. They had to hide the body now, right? That was the usual progression here? Getting caught for murder was way more extreme than getting caught for breaking mailboxes with soda cans. It was so, so disturbingly easy. It really was just one punch. It's not like the Fangs are weak by any means, so just one punch? And this guy is dead? Forever?

Or, perhaps by human means, their rivals were fairly tough. But Emizel was on a whole other level. No mortal could stand up to him now...

"Hey, are you okay?"

The question had pulled Soda back from his head, his gaze flicking back over to Emizel, who was looking up at him with those eerie, piercing red eyes. Soda felt another shiver.

"Uh, ieah man, I'm all good." Soda nods, swallowing down whatever anxiety was bubbling up in his throat.

But Emizel didn't seem satisfied by his answer, standing back up and staring down his human comrade. Soda couldn't meet his eyes, his gaze instead traveling downward, and pausing on Emizels red, cut-up shirt. There was something off about the color, the way it seemed darker in some spots, brighter in others.. Wait, wasn't Emizel wearing a white shirt before all this?

The vampire boy seems to pick up on Sodas expression, following his eyes down to his shirt. "Oh, yeah! While you were on the floor, the knife guy got me a little" He says, a stupidly simple smile on his face. Soda was about to let out a laugh at how unbothered his friend seemed by it, but it gets caught in his throat when Emizel goes to pull his shirt up.

The sound of the bloodied fabric peeling away from skin made Sodas own skin crawl, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the sight of the intense gash running from his collar bone, down to his stomach.

"Oh, fuck dude!" Soda gasps, but Emizel laughs it off. Even despite knowing Emizel well, Soda was still surprised by just how much Emizel could shrug off. "Shit, doesn't that hurt, dude?"

"Oh yeah this fucking hurts!" he says with a laugh, his smile big and toothy and proud as he presents this egregious wound. Swollen and angry, pulsing with a slow heartbeat, and still oozing with thick, dark blood.

The sight of the split flesh, and the glints of bone beneath the dark, dark red all tugged at Sodas gag reflex, and yet he couldn't pull his eyes away. So Emizel's just been walking and talking so normally this whole time with his chest just cleaved wide open? Soda felt just as impressed as he felt horrified.

It wasn't until Emizel reaches down to poke at the abhorrent wound that Soda snaps out of it. Watching his friend press his fingers into the bloodied flesh, and slowly pulling it apart, allowing more ichor to seep from the gash, it was too much to watch at this point.

Soda reaches up to put a hand on Emizels wrist, the vampire boy stopping, and looking up at his friend.

Soda found himself freezing again when he locks eyes with Emizel. He was going to say something now, right? "U-uhm.." Is all he really chokes out, giving Emizels wrist a gentle tug. "D-do you. Uh. I suppose a hospital Isn't a place you can go anymore..?"

Emizel just smirks at that, letting Soda pull his hand away from the wound. "Oh, yeah no, but it's fine. I mean, I don't think it's gonna kill me" He shrugs. It was so, so impressive just how unphased Emizel was by all this. Fuck he's actually so cool.

"Well yeah man but it's like, still a bleeding hole. Like you're soaked in blood dude, I'm pretty sure that even a vampire needs that stuff on like, the inside." Soda rubs the back of his head, still unnerved by the sight of it all. "Vampires have like, super healing, don't they?"

"Oh yeah like, regeneration powers. I know I heal faster sometimes but I dunno how to just, activate it on command.." Emizel hums, his eyes narrowing down at his own injury, as if trying to will it into mending. Soda looks away, unable to watch that vile gash ooze any longer.

"I dunno man, how do they do it in like, video games?" Soda tosses the question out, trying to click together some sort of solution in his own head.

"Uhhh.. Huh, video games.." Emizel repeats to himself, chewing on the thought while idly poking at the laceration; until an idea audibly flickers to life in his head. "Oh, I just gotta refill my blood meter. Or whatever."

"Oooh yeah, blood meter!" Soda perks up, "Of course, see this is why you're the brains, man" Soda smiles, glancing back over to his cool friend, but immediately needing to look away again when the sight of that egregious gash tugs bile back into his throat.

While Soda averts his eyes, Emizels eyes wander back over to the body, and that classic 'Emizel has a bad idea' smile creeps across his face.

"Well, if this guys dead, I'm sure he's not gonna need all that blood.." He grins, kneeling down next to the body again.

The word 'wait' had hardly gotten the chance to crawl from Sodas mouth, before Emizel lifts up the arm of the unfortunate body, pulling the sleeve back, and immediately sinking his teeth into the exposed wrist.

The sound and the sight of blood gushing around Emizels teeth made Soda cringe, his hand impulsively coming up to aide his own wrist. An empathetic phantom pain made his wrist ache, his imagination simulating the feeling of shark teeth cutting into skin, sinking deep into the flesh, and clacking against bone. That was a lot of blood, that was streaming down the arm of this fodder.

A low growl bleeds from Emizel as he adjusts his teeth, cutting into more flesh, opening the wound further, and allowing a pulsing torrent of red to stream down his chin, onto his coat. It was an annoying thing, to clean blood out of clothing. Most of the Demons deemed it easier to just let the stains remain. But the night that Emizels throat was torn open, and liters upon liters were granted freedom from his human form, the unbelievable mess had practically changed half the color of Emizels iconic coat.

That was the first time Soda had ever seen that much blood from one person. And well. This would probably be the second.

The sight was unnerving, but it was impossible to look away. The alley was quiet, save for the distant bustle of a distant city, which made the noisy squish and squelch of teeth gnawing on flesh all the more apparent and nauseating.

Emizel had become a monster for sure, and watching it feed on something was… thrilling, in a way. It reminded Soda of feeding a pet spider, or lizard. A mouse for a snake.

It's a heavy thing to witness, the end of a human life. The fear of death is a primal thing, and Soda was no different from any other living thing. He figured everyone else feared death just as much as he does. Well, maybe except for Emizel, of course.

It made sense. Emizel was such a cocky and noisy kind of guy, but hes always had the power to back it up. Even when he lost, or seemed at his lowest, Soda still saw this sort of fire in him, one that Soda admired.

Of course Emizel would be the one to become something like a vampire. Something that Soda had always figured was just a fantasy creature thing. He wondered; if vampires were real, what else was real? Werewolves? Zombies? Unicorns? Are there real demons? Like from hell? Is hell real? Is he going to hell?

The sudden ttteeeeaaaaarrrr of flesh rips soda from his wandering thoughts. Emizel was tugging his head away from the arm of his kill, his teeth clamped down into the chewed meat, and pulling it apart. Soda had seldom seen so much of the inside of a human arm, and the sight of spilling threads and squirming veins was hardly something he ever wanted to stomach again.

"Oh fuck, dude, hey-" Soda steps forward, raising a hand, but the way Emizel snaps his head back over to him, twisting to an unnatural degree, Soda cant help jolting back.

Reddened teeth glint menacingly in the low light, a threatening growl thundering from its clenched, dripping jaws. Emizels eyes were focused, yet wild, glowing with whatever light they could reflect.

Sodas eyes were wide, and his body was frozen in the thick, electric tension within the air. It was like staring down an angry dog.. Suddenly a light bulb in his head flickers to life. It was kind of like an angry dog, right? One hunched over a meal it didn't want to give up. Memories of old encounters and unfortunate dog bites resurface in Sodas head, and with that experience, and with those lessons learned, he gathers the courage to react.

He shuts his eyes, keeping them closed for a few seconds, as he slowly pulls back his arm, and slowly steps back. It was an eye contact thing, wasn't it? Eye contact makes dogs angry, right? That was how you dealt with an angry dog? As he pulls back, and takes in a breath for composure, he finally dares to peek at the angry vampire before him again.

Its snarling had died down, but its eyes were still trained intently on Soda. After a tense, and agonizingly, slow pause... It blinks back, lowering its head back down to its meal, but keeping its anxious stare on this potential threat.

A relieved sigh falls from soda as the tension finally melts. He didnt realize he was holding in so much of his breath. "O-okay, man.. It's yours, you uh.. Earned it.." Soda mutters, stepping back further, until he was standing in a sufficiently dry enough space to sit down in. Now that he wasn't standing, he was finally taking into mind just how much his hands were shaking.

It's odd. Soda couldn't really describe this feeling thrumming in his chest as something like fear.. Nausea? For sure. Disturbed and rattled? Oh absolutely. This was certainly a sight he would have a hard time scrubbing from his eyelids when he sleeps tonight. But he wasn't scared. The memory of the night that Emizel was sired still coated the inside of his mind like an unwashable film. Even in that moment, when the unnatural teeth from the unnatural maw of an unnatural thing hovered over his throat, he couldn't say with confidence that he was scared.

Emizel really is his best friend in the world. And he knows with his whole heart that Emizel feels the same. He knew and trusted that his best friend would never hurt him. Not too badly at least. He loves Emizel, and would give anything to support him.

Like a mouse to a snake.

This really is an incredible power that his comrade had come across, and Soda especially felt a sort of pride in his friend. He felt it was worth it to help him feed it.

The bile in his throat had made its point, and Soda agreed, that watching someone die, and get torn apart and drained might be too much for him. Despite how much he hated the Fangs, the end of any human life seemed like such a jarring thing. To have such an intense fear finally get confronted. Would he go to hell?

Maybe he couldn't just feed people to his friend. So an alternative could be donated blood, right? Soda wouldn't mind giving up something like blood. His body makes it for free, after all. Maybe some other Demons would agree to give up some blood too. But they shouldn't have to take on such a burden. Soda wouldn't mind being the only one. The only one. The only one.

His hand comes up to rub at his neck, as his imagination conjures up what it might feel like to have teeth sink into his flesh. He's been stabbed before, is that sort of what it would feel like? Would he have to get stitches? He didn't really want to get stitches, so maybe there could be a more effective way to get the blood out of him. And there was so much vital stuff in his neck too. There's' a vein that's safe to cut into somewhere, right? He would have to look that up later.

A STARTLING RINGING;

Splits the moment,

Prompting both Soda and Emizel to jolt in shock,

As the phone in Emizels pocket rings away.

Acting as if nothing abnormal had taken place, Emizel pulls out his phone, and answers it.

"Heyy, Johnny! Yeah we chased em off, I don't think those bastards will be infesting this street again anytime soon. Yeah, ieah we'll be heading back soon. Oh fuck yeah dude, save us some!"

Emizel covers the speaker of his Nokia, turning back to Soda with a big smile on his violently bloodied face. "They got some pizza waiting for us back home, dude!" he whispers out to him.

Soda does his best to crack a smile, and to suppress the look of unease that probably stained his face, as he stares at the literal murder scene that's been splattered about in front of him.

"Oh, yeah, hell yeah man.." He swallows down the bile again. "What kind of uh.. Soda did they get?"

Emizel ponders that, before turning back to the phone to ask Sodas question.

"Sprite and a big pack of that one strawberry mountain dew" Emizel tosses the answer back over to Soda, who gives a nod, and thumbs up.

Mountain dew is so neat, Soda really liked all the wacky flavors those guys come up with. The thought of going home and opening a can of soda was certainly a comfort. After witnessing all this blood and gore and viscera, Soda absolutely needed to get back home and get a nice cold glass of something bright red .

As Sodas mind wanders off to soda, Emizel wraps up the conversation on the phone, before hanging up, and standing up.

The movement had pulled Sodas mind back into the moment, enough for him to timidly voice a concern he's had since the start of this debacle.

"Uh, hey, so.. The body, should we… Uh.." He gestures vaguely to it, and Emizel grants it a nonchalant glance.

"Eh, I can toss it into a dumpster or something, I dunno. I'm sure its fine. I'll handle it."

The vampire boy goes to pick up the corpse, the wound in its mangled arm no longer even dripping with blood, the flesh pale from the absolute absence of red in its veins.

"Go ahead and meet me by that one mailbox, the one with the bullet hole in it." Emizel casually instructs, tossing the drained body over his shoulder. "I'll catch up."

"Uh, yeah, okay.." Soda musters up a nod, and the strength to rise back up to his feet, wincing as that bruise on his side makes itself loudly known again. He still felt anxious, but even despite it all, he knew he could trust Emizel to take care of things. He always does. "Just stay safe man, I'll see you there." Soda assures with a smile, and Emizel matches it, tossing him a wink. And then suddenly- -He's gone! If Soda had blinked he would've missed it, but he was fortunate enough to just barely catch the glimpse of Emizel darting off at an inhuman speed, probably looking for a place to dump the body. Right, he would take care of it. Emizel always makes sure his crew is taken care of. Well... Guess all that's left for Soda is for him to walk back to that meeting spot. He looks around the alley for a moment, taking in the sight of that enormous pool of blood in the middle of the concrete. Or whatever the floor of this alley is made from. He ponders on the present moment a little longer than he meant to, the shock of it all leaving him aimless for just a few, soothing moments of just, decompression. The night is quiet, vast, and cold, but the stresses of just the past 5 hours had left his body radiating with fiery aches and pains, so the chill of the occasional clawing breeze was welcomed. Except for when said breeze agitated the cold water still soaked into his sock. He should step in another puddle on his way back to even it out. The smell of rain still rested heavy in the air, heralding another storm on the horizon. There was that, and then, well, there was also the blood. The stench of it felt far too intense to just ignore it, the metallic miasma making itself maliciously unmistakable. Maybe the impending storm will wash this mess away... He looked forward to putting this unfortunate night behind him. With one last rattled, but deep breath, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and turns away, strolling back over to the mailbox that Emizel had described.

He couldn't wait to get home and drink some soda with his friends.

[coulsonlives]

Omg, Dante Basco ships Zutara! My life is complete.

[necrotic-nephilim]

I’m here to bother you again!!!

You don’t have to if you don’t want to but maybe dark ship bingo with timjay or brudick????

hELLO i love being bothered by you this is delightful omg thank you, i would love to

Here is JayTim, I can't believe I only got one bingo for them. Ironically I genuinely don't view Jason and Tim as family, even when I'm not shipping them, I think they're tentative allies at best and you can only brother-ify them if you're doing very generously OOC fluff, a la WFA-style. They're absolutely toxic and codependent on each other's existence, Tim wouldn't exist without Jason and Jason is Undeniably Weird about Tim, but not brothers so I can't check off the familial squares. Also, I have no idea if I've been blocked by 10+ people, but it'd be funny if I am. And funnily enough, I don't think Tim or Jason are vanilla in any capacity even when they're not fucking. Especially not Tim, that boy is Certified Weird.

and ofc BruDick I nearly blacked out the whole board because they absolutely are weird and unwell. Some of these only apply to certain AUs of BruDick (like an idea I have rattling in my skull rn with Talon!Dick) but most of it applies to them all the time. I really need to write some fucked up BruDick, it's tragic I haven't yet. Right now the two fics I'm working on are a weird JayDick and a more fluffy DamiDick, but I have Plans™ for BruDick too. They are the OG and deserve their flowers for being the most toxic mess you've ever seen.

[v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n]

I HATE BEING AFAB

*falls over*

[toytulini]

"spoiling the trailer" jesus fucking christ

[benetnvsch]

I love it when im looking at my own post on my own Tumblr and it shows me the 'more like this' collection of posts and it shows posts from blogs I've blocked like?? Yes girl that’s exactly what I wonna see :D man this site is insufferable lol

[lululeighsworld]

insert me being salty here cuz i can't stand up for my f/o (wolfram) cuz op blocked me!!!!!!!

[samarecharm]

was just chilling in the pegoryu tag (as you do) and you were listed as the #2 top pegoryu blog. congrats on this accomplishment

Oh my, what am i doing up there? I feel like i havent done anything of note recently …suddenly my blog feels indecent, like i got caught eating ice cream in my pjs 😭 please dont mind the mess…direct urself to my pegoryu tags to keep urself entertained 🙇🏾

[starlooove]

Reading isn’t enough I need to start beating white ppls asses

[orcelito]

You know those posts that have u nearly getting super vitriolic in the tags & u have to dial it back a bit like "no, no one wants to read about your mommy issues. Chill it."

[cantofworms]

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[scuddish]

when the exact people i have in mind while creating a gifset find the gifset and get all excited when they reblog... it makes the entire time i spent making the set so worth it i swear <3

[mayonakano-archive]

someone i follow uses the “__ don’t look” tag on like every other post, i don’t get why they even follow anymore if most of the posts are hidden

yeah... i see that too. and it's like... w. what are they even seeing?

[seven-saffodils]

i’ve been scrolling through the 2014 dash and, amongst the now-classic memes and now-dead (or undead) fandoms, there are some cringe takes. so i just wanted to say that i am ignoring cringe takes from nearly a decade ago. if others are doing looking at dashes of the past, i ask that they extend me the same amnesty. it would be weirder to comb through our blogs and delete anything cringe than it is to have those past takes in the first place.

[belladonnafleur]

welp