#no one will be talking about this because it's fucking stupid and irrelevant and kind of a joke?

[kirinda-ondo]

Gonna drop my insane Daima lore theory that literally NO ONE will be talking about

Hear me out

Okay, so

The Demon Realm has hamburgers, right?

And travel is restricted to and from the Demon Realm and especially between worlds, and most travel mentioned before these restrictions appears to historically be out of the Demon Realm

Meaning that hamburgers likely weren't imported from some mortal planet

And among these leaving are the Glind, who would become Supreme Kais

And Supreme Kais create planets and help develop the life on them

And as mortals, we have hamburgers

WHICH MEANS:

Hamburgers are of demonic origin and the Kais gave them to us

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[aloy-sobek]

Thinking about how the BG3 crew view chronic pain

Lae'zel would be insufferable about how pain is strength. However I think if given a change to swap bodies, Lae'zel would see you as the ultimate warrior. Strongest, mightiest, most fearless creature. ESPECIALLY a romanced Tav as Lae'zel gains a softer perspective of life. But good gods would she be annoying at first.

Wyll gets it. Eye still hurts him. Half the time he gets migraines because of his fucked vision and the other half it's phantom pains from where his eye used to be. His prosthetic gets dry. Needs to be cleaned and can cause irritation. He gets it.

Halsin is similar, he's older sure, but got a nasty scar on his face that smarts from time to time. Facial injuries stay hurting even once they've healed. He would offer natural healing, not in a crunchy way, but in a way to help sooth. Probably lots of massages.

Gale is a walking chronic pain. He is also a good example of doing that pain to yourself. The kind of chronic pain where you know it's your fault you're in this mess but also by gods it still awful. It's one thing to be punished for your stupidity, it's entirely different to suffer continuously.

Karlach, I mean, come on. She is the embodiment of chronic pain. Her insides are literally on fire. She riddled with scar tissue. She's known nothing but pain for over a decade. She's a good dark humor chronic pain friend 😌

Astarion is no stranger to pain. As a firm believer that he suffers CPTSD, Astarion probably has his far share of Somatic flashbacks. A form of chronic pain often thrown away as irrelevant because there is "no real cause." As if the past traumas of the body wasn't cause enough. He however at first would be a shithead about your pain, but as time rolled on, would sympathize, over a glass of medicinal wine.

Shadowheart literally has a chronic pain button in her hand. Granted it's being pushed by a god but if we thing about it, don't we all. She'd be sassy about it though. Heaven forbid she be too vulnerable, maybe for Tav and she would feel for a Tav in pain. Curse that moon witch empathy.

Minsc would try and fight your pain away. Which would be quite endearing. He would also be extra gentle around Tav. Not realizing chronic pain did not mean fragile. Boo is doing his best to explain.

Jaheira knows. She's been around a block or two. Fought a thing or two. Pain isn't something she's new too, but chronic? That isn't an enemy she deals with. She'd sit and talk with you on bad days. Keep you company. Good friend in that way.

[slocumjoe]

I've said before that the synth thing would work better with a McCarthyism allegory, but for Danse specifically, its so similar to autism that it has to be intentional??

Like. The thing that really solidified that Danse in particular is just straight up about autism is Piper's line in Blind Betrayal. Paraphrased, it goes something like, "I mean...yeah, of course he's a synth. It was kind of obvious, wasn't it? I mean, have you heard him talk?"

The autism accent is a concept that seems to be popping up more recently, but its a real thing, and in my own experience, everyone in my life has been able to clock that there was something different about me from my speech. People thought it was weird that I used "adult" words as a kid, and was very technical and exact when speaking. I was often mistaken as being from places like Brooklyn because I had a weird affectation to my voice.

And there's just. This fucking line. "Have you heard him talk?". Piper is also the person who clicked McDonough as a synth. It's worth noting that McDonough and Danse both use words like "rabble".

But seriously.

Danse goes through his life being respected for his work ethic, intelligence, and strong sense of duty and morals, but he never really bonds with anyone, he doesn't make friends. He's respected, not liked. People want to work with him, but the best they have to say about him is about his work. He makes one single friend in his entire life, and never tries again after that guy dies. And no one tries to befriend him. He's their brother. He's not their friend. And he takes his job too seriously as a commanding officer to attempt emotional connection. He apologizes for overstepping on the few occasions he does.

He talks like a thesaurus, and no one is sure if its to sound smarter, or if that's just genuinely how he thinks. It's strongly implied to be the latter. He's incredibly knowledgeable and passionate about various topics. He sounds like a kid on Christmas when you risk life and limb cracking open a vault that's supposed to have riches, but instead, just has some historical items. He throws his Brotherhood prejudice away the moment he finds a farm run by ghouls that uses pre-war structures in a creative way, and scolds you if you do the Brotherhood thing and insult them. He also seemingly forgets that he's in the Brotherhood when meeting a child ghoul, that kid's parents, a shy, insecure ghoul who clings to children's media (despite Danse finding children's entertainment stupid and a waste of time), and Daisy.

And then there's the synth thing.

Danse has always been Danse, but one little word gets attached to him and his life turns upside down. His work ethic is no longer a work ethic, it's viewed as a perversion. His intelligence and manner of speech are no longer of his own merit and education he had to have given himself, they become inevitable, things he had no say in. His existence is both erased and explained by one word, and anything else is irrelevant or in question. People who once respected him want nothing to do with him, because this one word puts him in a context they find unnatural, corrupted, inhuman. There's even something there with the Institute. Autism is (incorrectly) associated with vaccines, the government, science gone wrong. It's a man-made horror.

And then you have the people he gets lumped in with, after being thrown out for this one word. They take schadenfreude in it. This is comeuppance, this is deserved. This one word, something they take pride in or have sympathy for and want to protect, suddenly becomes weaponized. It's a source of pride for others, but for this one person, we're going to use it as punishment. You weren't with us from the start, so now you really are on your own. It's not that there isn't a right way to be this one word, it's just that there's a wrong way, and even if you change accordingly, you will never belong with the rest of us.

Its. Autism is about exclusion, from everyone and everything. Always being an outsider, often too polite or nervous or jaded to even bother looking in. And at every point in Danse's life he didn't belong. He was a rogue synth, so he didn't belong in the Institute. He naturally thrives as a soldier, so he didn't belong as a junk seller in Rivet City. He was a synth and considerably more kind and compassionate than the rest of the BOS, so he didn't belong there. And because he was a BOS soldier and is still working out some bad traits after his exile, he isn't welcomed by the people who he was thrown to. Everywhere he goes, there's a big neon sign over his head that changes to whatever word will ward off everyone around him and he's so used to it, the thing that makes him angriest about being a synth is that he doesn't even have parents. He doesn't even have that connection to the world, of being born into it. There is nothing he can connect himself to beyond the Institute (which he hates) and the Brotherhood (which, if he continues to connect himself to, will drive him to suicide out of sense of duty, and he already agreed to not do that)

Its just. His entire story is one of absolute isolation and the final dickpunch of "You've always hated yourself, right? Good news, here's a reason to kill yourself that's professional and won't illicit pity from your peers, so no one will judge you for doing it or grieve you."

[rachetmath]

Pyrrha: Hi you must be Alyx.

Alyx: Yes.

Pyrrha: Well I just want to talk to you about something.

Alyx: I mean sure but what-

Pyrrha: Not what. It’s who. You know Jaune Arc?

Alyx: I mean y-

Pyrrha: You know the Rustud Knight? The one you betrayed? Who you poisoned?

Alyx: Well I can- *attempts to run*

Penny: *blocks her path*Nope. All attempts of escape are at zero right now.

Alyx: You can’t be serious.

Penny: As the current generation would say," Oh yes bitch. Try me."

Alyx: Okay I may have wronged him a little bit.

Lewis: A little? You completely poisoned him.

Alyx: Lewis you are not helping.

Lewis: At least like Jaune I was trying. But you never listen.

Alyx: Look I understand but what’s the big deal? He got back to Remnant.

Pyrrha: Why?! Why did you do it?

Alyx: I mean… well… I… um….

Pyrrha: Alyx, understand, you have two deadly women on both sides of you. If you don’t give us a good explanation well…. I guess we’ll finally see if you can fall from heaven.

Alyx: Well I saw this vision and I didn’t like it.

Penny: Understood, what was the vision?

Alyx: Um… I *whisper* don’t remember.

Penny: You what?!

Alyx: I don’t remember okay?!

Pyrrha: What vision? Who’s vision?

Alyx: I don’t know. The writers didn’t give me anything. I saved him though. That counts, right?

Pyrrha: No. He just survived.

Penny: Plus your ‘help’ could give him problems down the road.

Alyx: Like what?

Me: I mean the fan base speaks for itself. I mean the guy hasn’t been in Remnant for years it’s going to be kind of hard for him to readjust. Not only that he has to recover from years of isolation, PTSD, trauma, and because of you he might as well also be having trust issues. Not only that he had to leave another friend behind. You and the Ever After might as have shattered him

Alyx: Oh Oum.

Pyrrha: Yeah. Oum can’t save you. Penny.

Penny: Way ahead of you.

Alyx: Wait you wouldn’t hurt an innocent black child right?

Pyrrha and Penny: ………..

Me: Alyx you heard the saying, “Equal rights equal fights.”

Alyx: Let’s say I don’t.

Me: No matter your race. No matter your sexuality. No more matter your gender or age. You made a choice to do what you do. And as a result of said choice you must face said consequences. Weither they be good or bad. Basically you may be a kid but you were grown enough commit murder. And as such-

Pyrrha: You have this coming.

Alyx: *crying* I’m sorry. I just wanted to home. Jaune had no idea how. So I did what ever took. And then the Cat betrayed me and I died. Please? Don’t hurt me!

Summer: Come now ladies. I know you’re both upset but-

Pyrrha: Ms. Rose! Shut up!

Summer: I’m sorry? Who are you talking to?

Pyrrha: You are a nobody. You have been irrelevant for a while now. You left your daughters and died. Your daughter ain’t shit. Your team is still disbanded even after you died. You might as well be an afterthought at this point.

Summer: Said the girl who’s only job was to run away.

Pyrrha: I went out in a blaze of glory. I proved myself. What the fuck have you done?

Summer: Um.

Penny: Friend Pyrrha I know I have no rights to talk.

Pyrrha: Damn straight. You suffered more than myself. All you had to do was live. Instead, you traumatized my man. He just got over me too. Why would you do that?

Penny: Okay, I’m sorry. But, he’s going to be fine now. Let’s just let her go. And we pray he gets better.

Pyrrha: Fine. You're lucky Alyx.

Alyx: Thank you. But I am sorry.

Pyrrha: Shut up. Oum damn. If this story continues he better get stronger and kill Cinder. Because this is stupid. I mean how much trauma does one guy need? How he is not a villain? I mean, come on, he can’t be like Yuji, he doesn’t have skills like that.

Penny: Well friend W-

Pyrrha: If you say her name I will end you.

Summer: Okay woah, it’s been nine volumes why are you mad about this?

Pyrrha: One; he deserves better. Two; I prefer your daughter or anyone else than her. Three; she’s fucking useless. And four; it took him being an old man for her to start liking him. Fuck that bitch.

Summer: Well like said, if you stayed alive then-

Pyrrha: If you stayed alive maybe Qrow would have stopped drinking. If you stayed alive maybe your baby daddy wouldn’t be in a state of depression. Maybe if you stayed alive you could help your daughter learn how to control her eyes and be less useless in fighting the Queen of Grimm.

Summer: That was uncalled for.

Pyrrha: Move along side character.

[by-speaker]

Talking (ENG. VER)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

After the god left, Philza lay in bed tossing and turning, trying to think what the fuck had just happened. Should he tell his foster mother? No, Rose probably might have an aneurysm. 

Philza tossed and turned in bed, his mind whirling like a hurricane, he was the centre, but it wasn't quiet, the centre of the hurricane for once wasn't silent. 

He could hear Rose's disappointed voice, she had fought so hard to have custody of him and save him from the eye of the hurricane he lived in. Only out of the kindness of her heart, what could he tell her, that in a moment of sheer stupidity he bound her soul to that of death?

Philza sighed, running his hands through his hair, How was I supposed to say this to Rose, he thought, Hey, mum, remember you told me not to do anything stupid last night? Well I linked my soul with the god of death, but don't worry he doesn't want to kill me, he's just a possessive freak, the thought made him let out a nervous laugh, but the laugh died quickly in his throat. 

He rolled over in bed, staring at the ceiling, what if he didn't say anything? After all, it felt like a drunken dream or hallucination… No, he couldn't lie to Rose, not after everything she had done for him, besides Missa couldn't be real, could he? His eyes were too deep, his lips too perfect, his presence was too… divine. 

No, he couldn't be thinking like that about a God, he couldn't be thinking like that about death. If he went on like this he was probably going to go nuts, and he was only seventeen, he couldn't go nuts so young, he didn't even know what he wanted to study yet. 

The sudden light in his room startled him, standing in front of him, again, was Missa, those galaxies she had for eyes piercing him again. 

‘I can hear you thinking, querido, you worry me.’ Said the god, in that sickly sweet tone with which he addresses Phil. 

Phil himself startled, genuinely scared of what the god might do to him, ‘What are you doing here?’ 

‘Can't a God care about his beloved?’ he said with an intoxicating sweet smile. 

‘I'm not your beloved, I'm just a stupid drunk who kissed a statue on a dare.’ 

Missa laughed, ‘Even Persephone ate the pomegranate seeds by mistake.’ 

Philza felt his heart race at the comparison. ‘I'm not Persephone,’ he said, trying to sound firm despite the tremor in his voice. ‘And you are not Hades.’

Missa tilted his head, his smile never wavering. ‘No, you're right. We're much more interesting than they are, don't you think?’

Philza pressed himself against the wall, as if he could melt into it and escape this situation. ‘Missa, please. This… this can't be real. You can't just claim me because I kissed a statue.’

‘Oh, querido,’ Missa moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. Philza could feel the chill emanating from his body. ‘I don't claim you just because of the kiss. I claim you because you are special. Because you woke me up when no one else could in millennia.’

Philza swallowed, his eyes fixed on Missa's. It was like looking straight into the cosmos, beautiful and terrifying at the same time. ‘But… but I'm nobody special. I'm just a normal kid, with normal problems. I have a foster mother who cares about me, friends who dare me to do stupid things, grades I need to keep up with to get scholarships, and ordinary problems, I'm just ordinary, Missa.’

Missa reached out a hand, almost touching Philza's cheek but stopping millimetres from his skin. ‘And yet it was you who brought me back. That makes you extraordinary, Philza.’

Philza closed his eyes, unable to hold Missa's gaze any longer. ‘I can't… I can't handle this. I'm seventeen, for God's sake. Not only that, but I can't be tied to death.’

‘Age is irrelevant to immortals, querido,’ Missa whispered. ‘And as for being bound to death? Aren't all mortals, in one way or another?’ Said the God, an almost beautiful smile plastered on his face.

Philza's eyes snapped open, surprised by the depth of those words. ‘I… I don't know what to say.’

Missa smiled, and for a moment, Philza saw more than possessiveness in those cosmic eyes. He saw loneliness, he saw longing, he saw what more than a millennium of loneliness could do in a man. ‘You don't have to say anything, Philza. You just have to accept that this is real. That I am real. That what binds us together is real.’

‘But what about my life?’ asked Philza, his voice barely a whisper. ‘What do I tell Rose? My friends?’

Missa rose, his ethereal figure glowing softly in the gloom of the room. ‘That, my dear Philza, is something we will have to discover together. After all, we have all eternity ahead of us.’

With these words, Missa began to glow, his room smelled of marigolds, the sound of crows rang out and thunder rolled in the distance.

‘Wait,’ Philza said, surprising himself. ‘Will you come back?’

Missa's smile was the last thing to fade. ‘Always, querido. I will always be with you.’

And with that, Philza was left alone again in his room, his body trembling and the floor of his room littered with orange petals and black feathers. Philza was left questioning what had just happened. 

[burningcrab]

how im imagining ᵐʸ drifter's relationships with the hex. obvy subject to change once the expansion drops and we get to know them better

arthur: you know the sibling thing where you go open your sibling's door and talk to them about stupid shit and then flip them off or something and walk away without closing the door. she does that when he's in the security office. beyond that i don't think they have much of a personal relationship. years of fighting solo in duviri means she struggles with having a commander so she probably gives him heartburn when she fucks off to do her own thing in the field

aoi: they should be at the club. specifically drifter should be at the club learning how to stop fumbling women. aoi gets them shots because drifter says she doesnt get drunk. sadly drifter has only been drinking weird duviri beer as imagined by a teenager for most of her life so the first time she gets drunk off tequila and fireball and shit she freaks out and thinks shes actually dying and turns invisible in the bathroom. aoi drags her back out to dance and then they have a homoerotic midnight atomicycle ride back to base

lettie: seething because learning vazarin healing backfired and now her stupid void body won't let her manufacture "accidental" injuries. she can't even get a paper cut and ask lettie to kiss it better because she heals too fast. drifter is down horrendous for lettie but between immunity to mild injuries and a fear of rodents its just a disaster. meanwhile lettie likes drifter more than any of the rest of the team because at least drifter's dumbass attempts to play hero on missions don't require intensive care afterwards like arthur's "Tank Incident"

amir: listens and nods while amir explains the gameplay of caliber chicks 2 at 225 wpm for six minutes. tries playing with him but doesn't get the appeal so she just sits around while he plays and offers unhelpful and irrelevant advice whenever he dies. like "you should try parrying" when he loses tetris or "do a bullet jump" in a racing game. she also steals his energy drinks, which is probably good for amir but definitely bad for everyone else who has to deal with hopped-up drifter

quincy: drifter works best with him in the field out of all the hex members. he says it's because she's really good at being annoying and distracting and getting in the enemy's face with a shotgun so he can line up his shots. she says this is true, and thank you very much quincy thats sweet of you. drifter loves to be annoying and quincy is the only one smart enough to weaponize that. drifter is also permanently banned from shooting contests with quincy after she blew a hole in the wall with a plasma shotgun instead of using a normal gun for target practice

eleanor: oscillates between wanting to help eleanor and getting annoyed with her cryptic bullshit. also oscillates between thinking the mind control/telepathy thing is completely terrifying and thinking its awesome (and kind of hot). absolutely cannot stop asking eleanor weird questions and will keep it up until she gets the psychic equivalent of a sucker punch and her nose starts bleeding (which heals before she can get to lettie). sometimes she tells eleanor stories about the lotus.

[tossawary]

Okay, spoilers for the first twenty minutes of the first episode of the live-action ATLA remake, because they added a brand new prologue that was VERY bad and I need to talk about how hilariously bad it was.

So, the show opens in the Fire Nation's Capital City at night, with an earthbender running away with an important-looking scroll and being chased by Fire Nation soldiers. There's an unimpressive chase sequence that ends with the earthbender managing to hand off the scroll to someone else, before being caught and dragged before Fire Lord Sozin.

First thoughts: why are they opening 100 years early? I liked the way the original cartoon opened in the actual world state that mattered to us, then the war and its history slowly unfolded as the main characters learned more about their own world. Sozin's wig and costume looks CHEAP, and they are throwing away all of the intimidating mystery of the Fire Lord (we don't see Ozai's face in the cartoon for like two seasons) by showing Sozin as just some guy. Also, it's kind of a waste of time to introduce Sozin here at all, especially in person, because while he had a MASSIVE impact on the world of the story, he's basically irrelevant to the main narrative happening 100 years later, because our actual villains are his descendants ACTIVELY CONTINUING his work.

The earthbender is beat-up but defiantly says that the Earth Kingdom has now been warned that Sozin intends to attack. Sozin is all smug, though, because apparently he WANTED these plans to be stolen. He wants everyone (he actually explicitly names the Water Tribes and the Air Nomads as well as the Earth Kingdom) to be looking towards the Earth Kingdom, so that he can attack the Air Nomads instead, because that's where the new Avatar is, who is the only person who could stop him. (The exposition is sooooo clunky and cheesy. It's baaaaad. Talk directly to the camera, why don't you?) Then Sozin burns this poor earthbender to death and then the scene skips over to Aang at the Southern Air Temple.

Second thoughts: oh, so we're not only going to waste time building up Sozin as a villain when we're going to very shortly skip ahead 100 years? We're also going to establish Sozin as a guy in a bad costume who is kind of shit at military strategy? He doesn't need a distraction! He doesn't need a feint! No one is expecting him to attack anyone, he shouldn't need to fake attacking someone else! In fact, he's letting all the other nations know that they should be paying close attention to his movements? What?!

At the Air Temple, we see Aang and Gyatso's relationship, and we see Gyatso called in to speak with a council of senior monks. The council has been alerted to the fact that Sozin intends to attack the Earth Kingdom, they intend to help, and they want to prepare Aang for war. And I didn't really have to think too hard about the logistics of Sozin's attack on the Air Nomads when it was something that happened 100 years ago! But now this stupid fucking show is making me actually have to think about how all of this worked, because it actually shows SOZIN'S ATTACK on this temple and this is why Aang is forced to leave! (And gets frozen in an iceberg for 100 years.)

Don't show me this nonsense if you don't want me to think about the logistics and strain my suspension of disbelief! If the Air Nomads intend to help the Earth Kingdom when the Fire Nation attacks, then because they're PACIFISTS who can FLY, they would be most helpful serving as scouts and messengers. But NO ONE is watching the movements of Sozin and his entire fucking army of firebenders when they have been EXPLICITLY forewarned that he intends to attack the Earth Kingdom??? They don't have anyone watching out for this explosive conflict that will directly impact their ability to travel at the very least?

It's one thing if the Fire Nation has simply become increasingly militaristic and industrial, because from an outsider's perspective, that could just be Sozin strengthening his internal power. (The Fire Nation could have had multiple lords and kingdoms, historically, before being forcibly united into a single nation.) Chin the Conqueror was also just one Avatar ago, so it's maybe not unreasonable for the Fire Nation to be wary of warmongers within the Earth Kingdom. The Fire Nation becoming increasingly hostile and aggressive is concerning, but people tend to hope that cooler heads will prevail and war won't happen. It's not the same as DIRECT CONFIRMATION that the (United?) Fire Nation intends to invade the Earth Kingdom and start a war?

Sozin, apparently: "The best way to pull off a surprise attack is intentionally put all of my enemies on their guard."

So, now the Air Nomads don't look great for failing to notice an army showing up like that. Especially if they're in contact with the Earth Kingdom about the war that they're anticipating? Like, sure, they didn't anticipate THEY would be attacked, but they have information now that Sozin has an army on the move and terrible ambitions? Maybe these senior monks aren't sharing the news around because they don't want to panic anyone yet? Maybe it took a long time for the Earth Kingdom's information to reach them? But it's not a great look that the show is immediately inspiring me to find flaws (in the plan of telling your enemies to look out for your attack beforehand) and to have to come up with excuses for these potential plot holes.

And I personally didn't enjoy seeing the Air Nomads engaged in combat with the Fire Nation as one of the first things we see from them! Of course they're going to defend themselves when attacked, but it's just so sad, especially when Aang is introduced in the original cartoon as a wondrous mystery to Sokka and Katara and the audience, fun-loving and bright and with incredible powers, a miraculous shock of sunshine colors against the blue of the South Pole, a person from a more peaceful time and a hopeful way of life, someone who has never seen war and never heard of this one. In the cartoon, we learn about the Air Nomads through getting to know Aang, this penguin-sledding kid who can't even conceive of war yet, before we see the remnants of his loss. We don't have to see airbenders fighting for their lives and dying horribly before we fully understand who they are as a people.

This remake heavily frontloads its exposition with new material that is painfully clumsy, largely irrelevant, and doesn't add anything good to a story that's already been done pretty well. Was this just an attempt to avoid being accused of directly copying and adding nothing? Because it was bad. What the fuck was wrong with opening in the main time period of our story with Sokka and Katara as our POV characters? We could have instead seen more of the Southern Water Tribe! We could have spent more time with Aang getting to know the Southern Water Tribe and bonding with Sokka and Katara! We could have had more conflict between Aang and Zuko (who is, unlike Sozin, alive and relevant to the actual story at hand)! But no, we cut good stuff from the original show and have to waste all of this time on Sozin instead, who is dead by the time that the real story starts, and also apparently thinks telling everyone he intends to attack the Earth Kingdom when no one knew he was going to attack anyone is good military strategy.

[oceansarepink]

Trying to analyse apology tour just feels like sorting through slop

The opening is bizarre. A silent treatment has blitz crawling back to be listened to, his personality has done a large backflip from the angry pained person he was the day before. To a grinning idiot trying to make his first fan like him again.

He is used in the same way now as he was in the stupid opening song of the previous - for “mean” careless sex jokes, to be contrasted against the overly sensitive weepy, whiny, half self pitying half self aggrandising “woe is me” Prince. Who is just so above that sort of thing because he’s a deep, generous, kind, occasionally naive and silly innocent romantic precious baby boi with sad backstory. Oh brother. Bring out the violins.

This type of bias from the solo author, Medrano, is just embarrassingly obvious. She gives stolas every win, all of his points are framed as right, she only lets the other character argue if he incriminates himself by warped facts, in a way that can contribute to stolas being right. She doesn’t even try and write this as an “argument.” It’s a case of her favourite OC evar educating and schooling the OC she is less fond of right now, with his superior mind and superior super deep beautiful emotions always put in a background of stars and constellations. Feelings that in truth, don’t go beyond “I want you around cause I’m lonely.”

In between making him cry and weep for our pity, she adds in moments of unfounded indignant behaviour, rage that his privilege dare be questioned, moments of malicious torment, and shaming. Copious amounts of shame. All to pleasure her audience with the satisfaction of stolas winning.

He is just enraged that his ‘feelings’ of attachement that define his identity at this point, are not being returned adequately with acts of servitude, praise, flattery, and gratitude. And while this biased scene is bad enough, Verosika has to be inserted to enable stolas and build him up as if Vivziepop isn’t doing it enough herself with this writing. Because as we probably all know, stolas doesn’t have any friends of his own. He only has Blitzøs adversaries to join with, or a loved one who Blitz is arguing with, to back him up because doing that makes blitz pissed off.

Nobody can defend stolas without just projecting their own feelings about something else, onto him. Or regurgitating his frankly irrelevant tragic backstory. Because this writer knows this is a very bare bones argument she’s trying to make. You have to squint terribly hard and erase a lot of events to make the owl look good and most importantly, look right. Because he isn’t. He’s a creep who believes he fell in love with his object and has never stopped treating him as just an object to throw gifts at in exchange for his loyalty.

He speaks in this whimpery, shaky but loud and overpowering voice, commanding the whole situation. But is given tears in his eyes between each breath enough that you don’t question it. It’s very hard to watch.

The party. What ensues is vivziepop having a slightly worrying fixation with torturing blitz and wishing death on him, using countless nameless voiceless characters as props. And all of them exist, of course, to be enablers of stolas and make him look morally good and correct. But they’re also made into such filthy commoners that the dear pretty clean beautiful prince is terrified of their barbaric rituals. Verosika while rich, is still his emotional support poor.

“He is better than him, he is better than all of them, he is better than everyone. He cries, he gives gifts, he sings songs about his lovely love. Stinky blitz only talks about penises and cloaca’s and says fuck. Stol’s is just so silly, he is baby. Poor baby. Speak from your heart baby.He deserves so much. He sings so fantastic. If you don’t think so, kill yourself.”

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Definition of trying too hard. If you’re a writer and one of your OCs takes this much of an emotional hold over you, you need to stop writing and re-evaluate.

[corpseconvulsive]

Hi! My name is August and im here to address the rumors of Toby/Plague, a cosplayer and content creator being a groomer and other accusations made within the last few days

You may recognize my name from other posts made regarding myself and other rumors including the rumor that i am one of the people Toby is grooming, which is devastating in my eyes because never once has Toby acted in a predatory way towards me, he is truly one of the coolest dudes ever.

Why did this rumor start? Its because of one screenshot where i am describing that i am cold and toby makes a joke saying he will “wrap his feet around me” which was obviously a joke, wrapping your whole ass feet around someone is not even humanly possible?

I fully consent to the sexual and darker jokes and fully enjoy them as we use in private in our servers for just ourselves and friends watering our humor down in the Blood of Salvation server, Toby always makes sure to respect a boundary if it is brought to his attention, still TO THIS DAY i am asked at least twice a month sometimes even three times if my boundaries have changed, the only one being to not make fun of me for my weight as it makes me incredibly insecure, Toby has never broken that boundary. If people had an issue with our humor, we have always communicated in the server that they can message a moderator to discuss any issues, no one ever messaged us saying they felt uncomfortable.

I can address that our humor is quite sexual and dark to begin with, however if toby is not personally friends, he controls his humor ESPECIALLY around minors, there have been many occasions where Toby has mentioned he is kind of sick of minors joining the server just because they simp and suck up to him and how gross he feels when people act like that just because the find him hot.

Majority of the jokes made were in a chat where only the moderators and admins can talk which you can choose if you want the channel to be visible or not, all moderators who are close friends talk here, we didnt say many of the screenshots shown to random members although we should have been more careful with what we say as some people are incredibly young.

Also the way this was handled was horrendous, Seirei has a large platform that i stopped following a few months ago, her content was great in my eyes and i completely idolized her because she seemed really cool, however things like calling ticci toby an abuser and other drama that arised has caused me to stop following her. She should have handled it like an adult and talked to everyone mentioned to get both sides as some people involved are minors which is so dangerous seeing how people are being doxxed now, some involved are as young as 14. Seirei’s posts are in my eyes, the reason this stupid situation has gotten to the point people have begun doxxing Toby and others, this in my eyes, is terrible, even for the ones making up these rumors and statements that are being doxed as well. I have no respect for those making up these things about my friend, however i think everyone deserves the right to feel safe in there own home without worrying about there information being leaked and something happening to them.

I have messaged Seirei who said to message her if you have more information or input as it says on her tiktok, explaining that Toby is indeed not a fucking creep towards me, is definetly not grooming me as I know the signs I have been groomed twice in my life for long periods of time such as 2-3 years starting before i was even a teenager, and about screenshots and things said about me in general regarding an old situationship. Seirei has not acknowledged my message along with another friend who has messaged her for a simple question.

Regarding the things with my ex situationship, i do not know why it is being brought up as it was irrelevant to this however all i will say is yes i sent her nudes however she did happen to start sending them first and it was a common thing for us to act sexual with one another, also one of the people who happens to be making accusations about Toby has told me i must not have sexual trauma if i sent nudes to her when I admitted i was a victim of sa and grooming which is a horrible thing to say to any victim to disregard what happened to them, it is not right and vile to do that to any victim no matter what abuse they have trauma and scars from, especially when some have developed hypersexuality from the trauma such as myself.

I would also like to discuss how these people accusing toby are hypocritical as well, they act like they have not done similar things while they have.

Robin, someone who started this mainly from what i know, loves to simp and support Jimmy Urine, who if you dont know who that is, he is a giant pedophile and was the singer of MSI(Mindless Self Indulgence). He has been charged with sexual battery against minors and they fully support this man and call him hot and basically drool all over him.

Virus is a person Toby used to be friends with before i came into the picture, a minor who said sexual shit and has wrote multiple in depth paragraphs about wanting to do sexual things with Toby as a minor before Toby finally kicked him from the server and blocked him entirely due to the shit he was saying. When i became friends with Toby I had heard stories about Virus as the server was still below 100 members(believe i was the 96th member after i messaged Toby asking if he had a server since his discord was on his IG) so the server was a close tight knit group with the moderators and there friends before it was opened for the public. After making it public Virus made MULTIPLE TikTok accounts and Discord accounts to join the server after being banned for his weird actions, how do we know? Because this dude kept posting art in his style, I was one of the people who analyzed the art as I am an artist myself, the eyes, nose, face shape, style, is all the same. He even presented us with a fake tiktok account, it was him in a red curly wig, same background as his other tiktoks. He is obsessed and seems to come back at least once every month or two.

Many others have made r34 of characters which is gross, like i mentioned before told me i couldnt have been sa’d and groomed if i sent nudes, someone tried accusing me that i was an adult talking to my situationship who is a minor despite the fact that my ex situationship was older than me, accused Toby of asking a minor to show him their tits as a joke meanwhile the “minor” i question is our friend Kat who is 23 so definetly a minor, people have called moderators who do there job mean, saying its wrong that we “shit talk” members meanwhile we only “shit talk” members if youre being stupid and we think its a possibility youll break the rules and start shit meanwhile these people accusing toby have servers and gcs on discord made for the purpose of shitting on Toby, myself, and other members of the staff in the crp server, and a bunch of other stuff.

As you can see, the list goes on with how hypocritical these people are, using things out of context to try and get the point across when all they are doing is lying to paint Toby in a bad light, its disgusting how they accuse Toby of being a groomer when this is who happens to be accusing him. Again to the rumor Toby is grooming me, i can fully state that no he is not grooming me, he has never acted romantically in any shape or form with me, he has never acted predatory towards me or any others, I mean if I dont text him, my dms are drier than the sahara desert with that man, hes not one to text first so sometimes i go a day or two without actually speaking to him. I know the signs of being a groomer from experience and research, Toby is not grooming myself or any others and its bullshit that people are accusing him based on messages taken out of context.

Thank you for reading🖤🖤❤️❤️

[eisforeidolon]

I'M PISSED OFF BY MISHA'S ATTITUDE AND LIES TOWARDS JARED!

HE'S GONE TOO FAR. SAYING THAT THING ABOUT JARED AND PLAYING THE VICTIM WHEN HE IS ACTUALLY JUST A LYING NARCISSIST. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE CAN STILL SUPPORT HIM AND BELIEVE IN WHATEVER HE SAYS.

JARED SHOULD REALLY SUE HIM AT THIS POINT FOR WHAT HE'S SAYING ABOUT HIM.

You know, I was trying to remember yesterday just how many times it's been now where Misha has surpassed himself in being a bitter, gross, ungrateful and jealous little troll to the point it astonished me. Like, did he really say that?!? Wow.

Like, it started out with the occasional sly imprecation and it seems like the more irrelevant he becomes and the more he's gotten away with? The more emboldened he's gotten to just tell more and more blatantly ridiculous and even potentially harmful lies. I kind of feel like at this point, until he openly says something so absolutely, undeniably putrid that J2 find out and cut him off, it really is going to keep escalating indefinitely.

I mean, I honestly find the fans letting him get away with it less baffling than him doing it in the first place. Because we've already seen that in their desperation to pretend getting canon D/C is the most important cause ever in LGBT+ history, they will believe anyone who tells them what they want to hear and try to throw anyone who they see as "in the way" under the bus. So, yeah, Misha could bitchslap their grandma and run over their dog and they'd still live up his ass. Talking any level of shit about Jared is a-okay with them, because they already want to believe he's evil for Sam existing at the center of SPN instead of their shitty ship. Not only that? But at the end of the day, they really have nothing to lose. Their wackadoodle online behavior isn't likely to have any impact on their IRL lives, and even in terms of online lives? For the most part, they could slink away from their batshit heller identities tomorrow and have a clean slate.

Misha though? Like, what the actual fuck are you doing, dude, you're not just burning real life personal and professional bridges, you're trying to nuke them from orbit. Sure, he's not getting any new roles because anyone in the business of hiring can see the caliber of his "acting talent" in the last several seasons of SPN. But is he really that confident he thinks no level of backstabbing is going to get his ass booted from conventions and any potential revival? Can he actually be stupid enough to have bought so far into the smoke his stans are blowing up his ass to think that he's actually as indispensable as J2? One line about how Cass is busy in heaven and boom, he's acceptably accounted for to the majority of the GA.

Even the nicest, most forgiving person in the universe is going to eventually say enough is enough. Basically accusing Jared of endangering his life to try and make his own actions of flushing Jared's phone look less shitty by comparison is ... I don't have words. How much lower can he even go? Unfortunately, I suspect we'll continue to find out.

[androgynousblackbox]

Types of sex [Radioapple, Appleradio]

A03 link

Up until being with Lucifer, Alastor only knew about sex like a transaction at the absolute best. Something you do because it will give you something in return or something expected by another party. If there is not an actual motive for it, it's completely worthless and irrelevant to the rest of his life.

After Lucifer enters his bed, he starts learning about all the different kinds of sex there are.

The lazy sex in which he wakes up to a morning wood already poking him from behind and Lucifer whispers if he can use his ass or thighs to relieve himself, and he says yes, the build slowly making him grind back. He doesn't always finish or touches himself, but it feels nice all the same. The quick and messy sex of the "I have to have you right now, right here, or I will go insane" variety that is like a whole hurricane trapped in a jar, contained to this one moment in which he truly could not care about the rest of the world. His head is still spinning when he has to try to fix his clothing. The passionate and full of hands everywhere sex that turns into slow and full of soft kisses sex that burn his skin all the same. The slow one sex that speeds up to the point he has to grab to the head of the bed and leaves his legs useless, his body electrified as every blood vessel is fighting to come down to a normal rythm. The casual sex in the afternoon when they have nothing else better to do, so might as well do this, usually with some giggles involved because Lucifer keeps saying he looks so pretty like that and he has to hide his face on the shoulder of the fallen angel. The "we had a fight and I am still a bit mad, but I mostly just want to be around you and that somehow turned into this" sex that no matter how many times does he play it on his mind, he can never understand how it happened. They don't remember either why they were fighting in the first place or decide it wasn't worth it anyway. The failed sex that seemed to be going there, but then something happens. A problem with the hotel, people needing their attention, Lucifer deciding to talk about something and he won't stop, so Alastor stays on his lap and listens. The little touches and kisses that don't leave him feeling like he is actually missing anything.

The continuation of the failure sex that always feels like a relief and a secret promise that, even if the world does keep existing and demanding attention, this is also important.

The foreplay that very well could be sex with how good it feels and he is later shocked to realize that it wasn't technically sex.

The sex where Lucifer fills his ears with soft words of encouragement, compliments, little secrets about how he thought about him during the day, and doesn't shut up except for kissing, making him feel small and vulnerable in a way that he has no idea how to properly understand, so when they do reach the sex there is an element of comfort there, because this at least he can handle.

The ridiculous and silly sex, because they both can't be serious for too long, so someone makes a stupid joke or something goes wrong and they giggled about it like two idiots while their bodies are still connected. The snort of Lucifer just makes him laugh even more. This one never feels like a failure, even if none of them finishes and the mood changes entirely.

The sex through the radio because fuck phones when Lucifer has to attend some issue in any of the other rings where Alastor isn't allowed to accompany him, so that is the only way for them to communicate. It doesn't really do anything for Alastor, physically at least, but he loves to hear Lucifer moan on the other side while talking about what he imagines doing to Alastor if they could be in the same room. Lucifer's voice was already beautiful, but it was extra lovely then, hoarse and worked up, going deep when he was reaching the climax and in the end saying his name with a low curse that almost felt like a claw running down his spine. The only sound that he wished he could record to repeat it over and over again.

He still doesn't understand why people obsess over sex overall. Alone or with someone else. In his opinion, it's not about sex at all. Lucifer is the real difference and he will the only demon in hell to know about it.

[boglizard-josten]

excerpt from Whatever Gets You Home

link to story:

(This is a part of the story, just cut out. Figured 1000 words worth of an irrelevant story might not fit in. It's in there though.)

“Well,” he started. He leaned forward. He didn’t bother looking at Josten or Minyard—they might as well have left already. “So, my mother is a hitwoman,” he bulled on, going right back on the promise he’d made to himself, “and for this particular day, it was me and my friend Mal. I don’t usually go on jobs with my mother, but there were a whole bunch of people there, and I knew I was safe, and whatever it doesn’t matter. My mom isn’t there, by the way. So it’s me and Mal, we’re at this ski resort. Our job is to look at this one guy’s contacts, look through his bag to see if we can find a certain—bullet, I think? It was important to my mom, whatever. But no one there really suspected anything. It was a resort full of people who, like, think they’re all that. Fake mafiosos, right? And one thing we were supposed to do at dinner was find a slip up, see if he would try anything. He was known for poison or whatever. Powerful man. I’ll tell you.”

A breath. A pause.

“So we are at dinner. Us and like, twelve other people at least. Mind, I’m 16 at the time, Mal was 17. Mid dinner, she looks at me like” —demonstration, then  he puts his hands out, palms up— “and of course I take that as an all good, right? So I eat my food, and I’m thinking, hey this tastes kind of funny, and I’m personally the type of guy to, if I figure I’m about to die, I just keel over and do it. I’m really stupid and I don’t keep eating, but I kind of just sit there all, like, staring solemnly at my plate. Mal is talking to the lady beside her, whatever, neither of us are really all that bright.  Minutes later, Mal looks at me like” —demonstration— “and I, naturally, take that as an I’m expecting you to do something, do it already, and I’m dumb as balls, I didn’t understand. So I just stare at my plate. Unwise, as it turns out. Crash, someone stands up, someone yells he has a knife! and I’m like, shucks. It’s a ski resort, just kind of go down the mountain if he tries to stab you or whatever. Mal looks at me.”

He looked at their faces. Invested. He wasn’t sure why, but he was not about to stop regardless.

“People stand up, and I’m a follower, I stand up too. People run, though it’s a fucking steak knife, it was already laid out on the table, he just wielded it—incorrectly, I might add. Like he wanted to kill someone. I feel like I’m in the movie Clue, I move. Now, I don’t assume I’m about to die. I always keep knives in my shoes, just in case. I don’t use them, but I keep them. So I figure I’m fine. Mal, on the other hand? She’s gone at this point. There’s like eighteen rooms in here, and we’re on a mountain. I’m sixteen and small.

“So I go, as one does, away from the man with the knife. The whole montage and the like. Eventually, someone brings him down. I’m thinking he’s dead. Incorrect. Poisoned, Naturally. Oh, someone gave him his own poison. That was in the salad.” Pause for dramatic effect. “Oh, so that’s why my food tasted funny. I get it now. I’m standing there clutching my stomach, not saying a fucking word. I’m sweating profusely. And the guy’s down, unconscious, and I think, why not just kill him? But whatever. And someone says, hey, what’s that? We turn. And remember, we’re on the downlow. I’m not supposed to draw attention to myself. We are not there for the same reason everybody else is. So I go with the crowd, like, what’s that? Oh, it’s my cochlear.

“It’s on the—pole. One of those metal poles. No one says anything. It’s not theirs. And I’m like, shit. Well, at least I’m only half deaf,  I can still hear. And someone asks me, like, hey, is your ear bleeding? I’m like, what? really loudly, because I am half deaf. She goes, is your ear bleeding? I immediately and ungracefully slap my ear, it—okay, it splashes. I go, yeah, it does that sometimes. I know it’s my deaf ear, so if something was wrong, it’s not like I can hear it. So now my fingers are bloody. Someone goes, did anyone eat the salad? I’m praying we don’t go check the plates. I make one smart connection in my entire life: it was the fucking poison. That made my ear bleed. Maybe that’s a problem. For another day, sure. 

“It’s fine. And, as people who pretend they don’t care about hurting people, they go sit back down. Uh, I trash the plate casually. No salad for me. I can’t hear, my other ear is ringing, we’re on a mountain, it’s fine. Mal is at the table now. Keep in mind she isn’t sitting next to me. Dinner finishes, knife-guy’s still on the ground. Oh, it’s a ski resort! Let’s go skiing. So the ski lifts. Those things are, naturally, lifted. Off the ground. I miraculously get on it, all skied-up, I’m on it with a man I don’t fucking know, and the ground is getting further away.

“I suddenly realize I don’t know how to ski. And uh oh, here comes the time to fucking plummet to your death, Green Boots style. So I jump, because, as previously mentioned, I am a follower. I hit the ground and my knees—miracle they’ve lasted me this long—give the fuck out. I’m down, immediately. Conk over, I roll. Really far, actually. Time passes as I gain my two bearings, and I sit up, still kind of starfished. And I look back. There is a dotted line all the way from the top of the hill to where I landed from my ear. Red, dot dot dot. So that was my life.”

[devilsrecreation]

Outlander Incorrect Quotes pt 3

Janja: *mocking Jasiri* Miss me, miss me, now you gotta ki- *pauses*

Jasiri: Now, I gotta what? 😏

Janja: Nothing, forget it-

Jasiri: No no no, now I gotta what? 😏

Some hater: Listen to me, I don’t like you!

Shupavu: Do we give a fuck?

Njano: No, not one.

Shupavu: How many fucks do we give?

Njano: Zero.

Shupavu: Exactly. Therefore, your comment is

Both: ✨Irrelevant✨

Reirei: My husband is wearing a fucking suit to his autism diagnosis appointment

Goigoi: It’s a special event :D

Reirei: Shut up-

Janja: I don’t see any beautiful girls

Reirei: Just turn around~

Janja: Reirei please, only one of us can hallucinate at a time

Goigoi: Who’s the toughest animal you know?

Dogo: Mom.

Goigoi: …….Who’s the toughest male animal you know?

Dogo: You’re the toughest male animal I know!

Human AU

Nduli/Hodari: I made you a friendship bracelet!

Kiburi/Makuu: I’m not really a jewelry person

Nduli/Hodari: You don’t have to wear it

Kiburi/Makuu: No, I’m gonna wear it. Forever. Back off

Some female jackal: What’s your type?

Goigoi: I have a mate

Jackal: So what’s your type then?

Goigoi: …My mate

Jackal: What does she look like?

Goigoi: She looks like my mate

Jackal: So what would you rate me out of ten?

Goigoi: I can’t do that

Jackal: You can’t rate me at all?

Goigoi: Nope

Jackal: Then what would you rate your girlfriend out of ten?

Goigoi: She broke my scale cuz she’s so beautiful

Jasiri: You guys kidnapped Queen Dhahabu?! That's illegal!!!

Cheezi: But Jasiri, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Dhahabu or destroying the Outlands?

Jasiri: Kidnapping Queen Dhahabu, Cheezi!

Janja: Jasiri. Listen. Whatever I may think of you right now, these guys are counting on you. You inspire them!

Jasiri: What? T-To kidnap animals?

Janja: To work together!

Jasiri: TO KIDNAP ANIMALS?!?

Chungu: Prime Minister Jasiri, we all agreed a celebrity is not an animal

Sumu: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me

Sumu: Kenge, I’m begging you to go to a healer

Kenge: Sorry, is this OUR stab wound?! Stay out of it!

Sumu: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Kenge’s been raging in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

Kenge: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Sumu: I do have a sense of humor you know

Kenge: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Sumu: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Kenge: You kill animals for food?!

Sumu: I can explain!

Kenge: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump!

After he accidentally said ‘little’ in front of Kenge:

Janja: Top 30 reasons why we’re sorry…Number 5 will surprise you!

Kenge: Top 30 anime deaths. Number 1:YOUR FUCKING TAIL RIGHT NOW

Nduli: What’s the height of stupidity?

Kiburi: *turning to Tamka* How tall are you?

Janja, driving his crew: So how was your day?

Cheezi: We almost got surprise adopted!

Chungu: Yeah!

Janja: What?

Nne: We almost got kidnapped.

Janja: Oh, okay.

Janja: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Store Worker: Would a Mx. Kiburi please come to the front desk?

Kiburi, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Tamka and Nduli

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Tamka and Nduli, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Kiburi: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Ushari: How's the lovliest animal here~?

Shupavu: I don't know, how are they~?

Ushari, flustered: I-

Njano, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Tamka: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Kiburi?

Kiburi: … No.

Nduli: I do!

Kiburi: I know, Nduli.

Nduli: I’m sad!

Kiburi: I know, Nduli.

Jasiri: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Shupavu: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Njano isn’t

Human AU

Tamka: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Kiburi: You’re a hazard to society

Nduli: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Kiburi: Heh. Look at those guys using that cliff as a slide

Janja: *chuckles* What furbrains!

Kiburi: Idiots.

Janja and Kiburi: *realizes it’s Chungu, Cheezi, Tamka, and Nduli*

Janja: Wait a minute…

Both: *simultaneously* THOSE ARE OUR FURBRAINS/IDIOTS

[deadlypincers]

100% agree on the entire tekken fandom being so fucking weird with jin kazama smh (especially fucking reddit, twitter, and the youtube comments section which is why i rarely look up tekken content on those sites in particular). that would be like if you were a star wars fan and you can't even enjoy luke skywalker without someone talking about how "luke tried to kill his own nephew yet he forgave his father, he is a hypocrite and a bad hero you're a bad person if you like luke". just like luke in star wars the last jedi, jin was ooc as fuck in tekken 6. even the writers themselves admitted they didn't want to do this, it only happened because of harada and they got so much backlash for that character assassination back when tekken 6 was first released. so why...why for over 10 years do i have to constantly see so many unfunny repetitive jokes, hate, and slander about jin kazama. why is the only thing i see when i look up jin is "ww3" for the billionth time. why did i have to see people making customizations of jin dressing up like h*tler, p*tin, and fucking s*suke uchiha. why do i have to see fucked up fan fiction of kazuya, miguel, or fucking s*suke uchiha raping and torturing jin kazama to "punish him for his war crimes and also because he never suffered what kazuya/miguel/s*suke suffered from". i'm also so sick and tired of seeing fucking s*suke uchiha stans and r/Tekken daring to comparing my boy jin kazama to that stupid uchiha from naruto who is a misogynistic egotistical narcissistic irredeemable skinny femboy twink asshole. jin would never try to kill xiaoyu multiple times, unlike s*suke who tried to kill two women who admired him. jin has no ego unlike that ego obssessed jerk s*suke. jin is actually handsome and hot, he's a muscular toned man and not just anohter generic femboy twink. jin was never cruel to either her or hwoarang. if anything jin was always more like itachi uchiha, jin always said "forgive me" to his opponents and his motivation, both jin and itachi have the whole black feather aesthetic, both jin and itachi hate their own bloodline, and jin's goal is to kill/stop his own bloodline for the greater good just like itachi. jin would fucking choke and then brutally murder s*suke for what he did to both team 7 and team taka. damn it harada, why didn't you just retcon it like how you retconned kazumi having the devil gene but not jinpachi. why didn't they just say that jin kazama was brainwashed by azazel or something. sometimes i can't help but think about an alternative timeline where tekken 6 scenario campaign never happened, jin was still loved and the side characters (ex. Asuka and Paul) were not made irrelevant joke characters and had something to do.

forgive me if i got a bit too extreme here, but i...i...i just had to let out my emotions now. jin has always been important to me, he's my childhood crush and also one of my biggest comfort characters (along with mitsuru from persona 3 and kiryu from yakuza). which is also why i'm so glad i found posts like these, my feelings feel validated.

Oh believe me, I feel ya, anon. I guess this is just what they call the pain of loving a cursed character doomed by both the fandom and the narrative... but in the end, we all know what's actually beneath all that and that there is much more than meets the eye to Jin (and other characters too).

Also, comparing Jin to fucking P*tin and H*tler is.... something entirely else and I am honestly terrified of those people if their reading comprehension leads them to these comparisons. I just-

You don't know how much patience I have to build up to (sort of) stay in the fandom with all these "jokes" still running around kn freaking 2024. I wanna say that I sincerely hope it will get better, but seeing the overall state of the fandom now and 5-10 ywars ago... I kind if doubt it will get better any time soon.

[kaydreamer]

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy

The ‘work’ Hope found ended in complete disaster.

She’d heard around Goodneighbor that a ghoul called Bobbi had a job going. At first, it was just digging. For what purpose, Hope wasn’t sure, but it paid. Then Bobbi revealed they were digging to the Diamond City storeroom. Hope had misgivings, but they were silenced under the same rebellious spirit which drove her in the Peace Movement. McDonough had made it clear how little he thought of the Minutemen - calling them ‘irrelevant’ when Hope had tried to bring it up - so it’s not like she was jeopardising a good relationship. She’d felt like Robin fucking Hood, right up until they broke through and saw Fahrenheit looking down at them from an upper level.

Fahrenheit informed them they were standing in Hancock’s personal storeroom.

Bobbi confirmed it. 

Bobbi had lied. And now she wanted Hope to betray Hancock.

The fight - if it could even be called a fight - was over swiftly. Hope had tried to talk Bobbi down. It hadn’t worked. Bobbi fired at Fahrenheit and Hope shot her point-blank.

Fahrenheit seemed oddly pleased, praising Hope for loyalty. Hope felt like a traitor. Fahrenheit gave her a massive Gatling gun as a thank-you, almost too heavy to carry, and sent her off to ‘pay her respects’ to Hancock, with the warning that she should want to stay on his good side.

Hope nodded, mute, then left.

It was when the night air hit her that she remembered to breathe.

She slumped down against the wall outside the storeroom, head spinning. Guilt chewed her, fanged with anger, shock, and no small amount of shame. Anger at Bobbi, for fooling her. Shame at herself, for being fooled. Shock, for having gunned down a woman she was perfectly amicable with not ten minutes ago. And guilt, for what she had nearly succeeded in helping Bobbi do. Hancock had welcomed her, defended her, shared a drink and a kind word with her, he had gifted the Minutemen an apartment, and she had unwittingly followed a woman who wanted to tear him down.

She tilted her head to the stars - the only truly familiar, enduring vision from the world before - and sighed. She didn’t want to think about how he would react. His inevitable disappointment. She’d screwed up, really screwed up, and the thought of facing up to that disappointment made her feel slightly ill.

She’d always hated that feeling.

She was still sitting there, her fingers curled in Dogmeat’s fur, when Fahrenheit came through the door. The brawny woman barely glanced at Hope, instead lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall next to her.

“You’re still here,” said Fahrenheit. It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah. I just… needed to think.”

Fahrenheit glanced down at her before fishing a second cigarette from her pocket. She lit it, passing it down to Hope. 

“Think out loud.”

It was an invitation. An unexpected one, given Fahrenheit possessed the general demeanour of a wild predator. Hope took a drag from the cigarette, words flowing out with the smoke.

“I… I just feel terrible,” Hope admitted. “He’s been so fucking kind and generous with me, he gave the Minutemen an apartment with hot fucking water for fuck's sake, and I repay him by nearly helping Bobbi rob him, because I’m a goddamn naive idiot.”

Hope swore she could feel Fahrenheit roll her eyes.

“You’re wearing a vault suit,” said Fahrenheit, bluntly. “Everyone expects you to be a goddamn naive idiot.” She paused to take a long drag of her cigarette as Hope’s breath betrayed a huff of frustration at those words. “You can play that to your advantage, by the way,” she continued. “Keep wearing it. Make it a symbol.”

Hope bowed her head. “It is a symbol,” she said, quietly. “It means something to me, that I survived their twisted experiment. Besides, it was designed for a radioactive wasteland. It’s hardier than pretty much anything else I could find out here. I’d be stupid not to wear it.”

A pause stretched between them as Fahrenheit took another slow drag from her cigarette before she spoke. “Hancock thinks you look hot in it.”

That defused the tension and Hope laughed. “Yeah, I got that impression.”

“You know he took me in when I was thirteen?” said Fahrenheit. Hope glanced up at her, surprised. The last thing she expected was for Fahrenheit to bring up her past unprompted. “He found me creeping around this same storeroom. I thought he’d shoot me. Instead he dragged me kicking and screaming back to Goodneighbor, gave me food, shelter and a job to do. That’s the kind of man Hancock is.” She flicked the remains of her cigarette out into the night air. “If you’re worried about hard feelings, don’t be.”

The story had the intended comforting effect. Hope took a deep breath before standing and crushing her own cigarette butt against the wall, pocketing the stub.

“Thanks.”

Fahrenheit just turned with a wave before walking back through the storeroom door.

“See ya ‘round.”

---

Hancock popped another Mentat in his mouth, the fizz of the tablet wakening his tongue as the drug worked to wake the rest of him. Noises of the night drifted up through the window from the street outside and down through the door from the drifters upstairs, but his ears were tuned only to the slight hum of static from the old ham radio on his desk. He thought about using up the last of the powdered silt bean tea Fahrenheit swore by on the nights she manned the barricade - then thought better of it as he imagined her bleary-eyed glare and the deliberately loud pre-dawn stomping she’d inflict on the Statehouse at the end of her next shift if he did so. Just as he considered popping a holotape into the Radiation King to keep himself occupied, her voice crackled over the radio.

“This is Fahrenheit. Anyone still up?”

“I’m up,” he said, grabbing the mouthpiece. “So, what’s the latest?”

“Hancock. Bobbi’s dead. Your Minuteman took her out. Bobbi shot first.”

The words hung in the air as Hancock’s heart sank. Dead. Bobbi was dead. And for what? The sin of coveting a storehouse full of his shit? It wasn’t even Goodneighbor’s shit - just his.

“…Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “Fuck. That ain’t how I wanted things to go. Is Hope alright?”

“She’s fine,” said Fahrenheit. “Bobbi tricked her. She’s beating herself up over it as we speak.”

“Thought so. Damn… Tell her not to, would ya?”

“Already have. She should be on her way back to you.”

“I’ll wait up for her.” His fingers tensed around the mouthpiece as he asked his next question. “Did Mel make it through?”

“Yeah.”

“…Good.” Some of the tension left his body. At least it hadn’t been a complete bloodbath on his account. “You and your boys okay?”

“No other injuries. Bobbi clipped my armour and Hope took her out before she could fire again.

“Smooth,” he said, both grateful and impressed despite the weight newly pressing on his spirit. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing I can think of.”

“Cool, cool. Thanks, Fahrenheit. See ya soon.”

He switched off the radio, running a hand down his face with another muttered “Fuck,” as he walked to the couch, sitting with a heavy sigh before muting, at least for a moment, the turmoil within him with a swig of harsh moonshine and a long hit of Jet.

---

Hope reached Goodneighbor just before dawn. She found Hancock in his usual haunt in the Statehouse, pacing up and down in front of the kitchen. He looked slightly frayed, like he hadn’t slept, pausing when he saw her pass through the door.

“Well, if it ain’t Bobbi’s little patsy,” he said. Despite the jab, his tone was friendly. He dug into a pocket, then tossed her a swollen purse of caps. “Here. For protecting my stash.”

Hope caught it, perplexed.

“Wise decision, putting Bobbi down like that,” he continued, his expression solemn.

“So…” said Hope, nervously. “We’re okay?”

“We are.”

“Oh, thank God,” said Hope, dropping into the red couch and rubbing her face with relief. Hancock looked puzzled.

“Hey, you weren’t that worried, were ya?” he said, sitting on the other couch across from her.

Hope stared at him. “I tried to rob you.”

“So she took ya for a ride,” Hancock replied with a shrug. “It happens. You’re new. You’ll find your feet. No hard feelings."

Hope looked down at her hands, fingers laced in her lap. His words struck her. At one extreme she had Preston, she had the people of the settlements she’d aided - and she had herself, for that matter - all expecting a miracle of her. On the other hand, there were men like Kellogg, who looked at her and assumed her inexperience and naivety would see her chewed up by the wilderness. And yet here was Hancock, somewhere in the space between, forgiving her mistakes and having faith in her anyway.

It felt like safety. Like she could be properly, honestly herself, and he wouldn’t judge.

“…Thank you,” she said.

“Any time,” said Hancock. Then he leaned forward and rubbed his face with a groan, pulling off his hat and turning it in his hands. He looked tired, not bothering to mask the regret in those dark, expressive eyes.

“Are you okay?” asked Hope, gently.

Hancock looked up at her, meeting her eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze again with a long sigh. 

“I tell ya, this classy little tricorn hat of mine… is gettin’ heavy,” he said, his voice low. “Am I turning into The Man? Some kinda tyrant? I spend all my time puttin’ down the same people I’d have been proud to scheme with just a few years ago.” He paused, lost in thought for a few moments, then sighed. “I need to… take a walk again. Get a grip on what really matters. Livin’ free.”

“Can you just leave?” said Hope, startled. “Aren’t you… the mayor?”

“Hey, the mayors’s still the mayor, whether he’s in residence or not.” said Hancock, replacing his hat. “I’ve walked outta here plenty of times. Keeps me honest. Can’t let power get to my head. That’s not what bein’ in charge of Goodneighbor is about.”

A wild idea sprung into Hope’s mind. She grabbed it and ran with it before she could convince herself it was a bad one.

“If you’re heading out, why not come with me?” she said. “Visit some of the settlements, see if we can come up with some ways for the Minutemen and Goodneighbour to help each other out?”

She didn’t need to wait long for his response. A smile spread across Hancock’s face before she’d even finished speaking, like he’d been hoping she’d ask.

“Yeah. I like it,” he said. “You might just be the right kinda trouble. Let me just have a little chat with my community first, give them the news. And I’ll need the day to fix things for Fahrenheit so she can keep everythin’ in order. Not that she really needs my help with it, at this point.”

“You usually leave her in charge while you’re away?”

“Yeah. She gets what I’m tryin’ to do here. Like, really gets it. Probably one of the few who does. And she’s been shadowin’ me for years, knows how Goodneighbor runs better than I do at this point.”

“She mentioned you took her in as a kid.”

“Did she?” Hancock sounded surprised. “Not like her to go sharin’ like that. She must like you.”

An involuntary yawn struck Hope, long and slow. She thought of her warm bed over in the apartment, but the heaviness in her limbs and the hulking presence of Fahrenheit’s giant thank-you gift made the three minute walk there feel like an impassable crevasse. Hancock must have noticed, because he chuckled softly and rose to toss her a crumpled blanked fetched from another corner of the room.

“Kick your feet up, take a nap,” he said. “I’ll be here. Gotta write a few notes, leave some instructions, all that fun shit.”

Hope didn’t need telling twice. She summoned the energy to pull off her boots, weapons and chest plate, then stretched out along the couch under the blanket.

She was asleep the moment her head hit the armrest.

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

[meeeeeeri]

Things that really ANNOYED THE FUCK OUTTA ME while watching OUTER BANKS SEASON 3:

First things first: Big John AKA big old crazy dude

Let's just say that besides being a shitty father figure he also is selfish as fuck. He only decides to appear in John B's life whenever he needs him to do something treasure related, like ok big John, you love your son so much *cough cough*

In other hand, he also is willing to do ANTHING to find el Dorado, and by ANYTHING I mean killing people, tell me that's not what a psychopath would do.

And all the fricking screen time dedicated to the relationship between John B and his father???? Like we get that they need to bond again but DO WE HAVE TO WATCH ALL THE PROCESS?

No thank you Netflix, do better next time

I saw a tik tok that went something like this: Who said Ward is a bad person? Big John? cause if we wanna talk about someone BAD let's talk about Big John...

And yeah, that tik tok literally summes up my opinion about this individual.

Me roasting Big John with this post:

2: Rafe and the girl named Sofia who came out of nowhere

Ok. Don't misunderstand me; the idea of introducing a new character who's gonna play the girlfriend or fuckbuddy of Rafe is super super interesting to me BUT

Can you elaborate more their relationship????? Give more CONTEXT????

They could even use her apparition and do a BOMB ASS side story like idk maybe her being more cruel than Rafe or her having some kind of business relationship with Singh and betraying him in the process... WHATEVER

But I'm just saying that that would have been more interesting than the parental issues between Big Dumbass John and John B

A video of me crying while scenes of John B and his dad appeared on my tv non stop:

LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO CUTE LOVE HIM

3: Sarah and Topper

Don't even get me started on this shit.

When I saw that Sarah went back to flirting with Topper I was like WHA- WHE- WHO

But I'm not gonna question her that much because they are supposed to be playing teenagers, and that's what teenagers and (also) some adults do:

STUPID SHIT

And Topper... I really don't know how to feel about him.

He's like a shark who's ready to attack if he sniffs some blood (Sarah and John B breaking up or having relationship turbulences), but I can't even blame him that much because I feel like he really loves Sarah besides everything, and he really demonstrated it this season by helping the pogues out.

What Topper was replaying in his head when Sarah promised him that she would stay:

4: Sarah's thoughts when she was left with no family, no money and nowhere to go (she was homeless for like a day and decided to cope with it by drinking beer from an abandoned beer tap, ok)

Um... When I say I was expecting her to say something philosophical and life changing and SHE DECIDED TO CONCLUDE HER SPEECH WITH: I really don't know if I'm a pogue or a kook...

SIDE EYE

Girl I KNOW you are 17 but GROW THE FUCK UP.

You've been betrayed by your OWN FATHER and SHOT and nearly KILLED by your BROTHER and that's what you're thinking about???

Jesus Christ have mercy on me

All the build up story around pogues and kooks is really interesting (even tho it's like another form of saying rich and poor people) but when characters say shit like that it really makes no sense.

You have no home, no family, you argued with your bf and he left, and your friends are not there at the moment and YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT THAT IRRELEVANT SHIT? Damn

Ok, I think I am done with most of the things I wanted to say. There are MORE for sure, but these are the most important ones.

I have to be honest with you, I still haven't watched the last episode bc I really got tired of their bullshit. I love the show and I really love the characters, but this season just wasn't it. I am gonna try and finish it today with hopes that they will end it in a decent way (I don't think so but whatever).

It's not a secret by the end of this post that I'm a spanish native speaker so, yeah, I tried my best to write down correctly the ideas that I had about the show, so PLEASE don't come at me.

I'm also writing a fanfiction about Rafe, but I'm doing it in spanish because I feel like if I wrote it in english I would fuck it up.

Maybe I will try and start uploading Rafe imagines or smth like that, bc they would be shorter and easier to write for me.

PLEASE if you have any thoughts or a comment that you wanna add after reading my rant, just do it, I'm for sure gonna be answering y'all because I love to talk about the show and the characters.

BYE P4L