#oh well hashtag worth

[chopshajen]

Eepy time

What was intended to be a very casual doodle did not stay casual LOL

[let-them-fight]

jar jar was never annoying btw the world just couldn’t handle his unmedicated adhd swagger

[hashtag-anthems]

Me getting ready to romance Wyll in this run and then Astarion goes and gets a nat 20 getting Gale out of that portal like he’s trying to impress him or something 🙄

[hedonicghost]

oh btw since apparently a new(?) trailer came out: dont ask us abt the fnaf movie. were very autistic and not normal thanks </3 /hj

[lyak12]

Just friends

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Summary: Lucy has been your girlfriend for three years already, but lately, she's spending more time with Ona than with you. Is she falling out of love with you?

Word count: almost 4.2k

A/N: I'm back with another Lucy fic:) Thanks to @helen-with-an-a for the inspiration:) I still have a few requests that I want to finish soon, but I'm currently swamped with uni stuff... so be patient with me. Also, there is a happy end cause my heart can't take pure Angst hahaha. I hope you enjoyy

Warnings: Anxiety, struggling with self-worth, concussion, vomiting, angsty in general, if I missed something lmk:)

Living in sunny Barcelona, playing for one of the best clubs in the world and all of that with the love of your life. A pretty perfect life one would say. Well, currently, you are feeling none of that.

You are insecure. You always have been, but normally, Lucy is quick to pull you out of that mindset. You’ve struggled with self-worth your whole life. Always thinking everyone is better than you. It has gotten better since you started dating Lucy over three years ago, but one of your biggest insecurities is still that she’ll get sick of you and leave you for someone better.

You know Ona is just a friend. She’s Spanish and they’re really close, so of course there will be lots of physical contact. You don’t mind that. You’re not jealous. You’re just scared Lucy will fall out of love with you and in love with Ona.

All the edits on Tiktok and insta were not helping. It got so bad that Lucy tried to block the hashtags on your accounts. It worked for a while but not long.

As Lucy spends the third afternoon in a row with Ona, you start to get even more insecure and a bit pissed to be honest. “Again? I thought we wanted to go to the beach today”, You ask a bit annoyed. “Am I not allowed to spend time with my friends anymore?”, Lucy asks defensive, not liking your tone. You just sigh and say, “Never mind, have fun”, you say and go into the bedroom.

Lucy doesn’t bother to come after you. You have been having the same discussion for days already. Lucy completely oblivious to the fact that your anxiety is bad at the moment, instead thinking you’re jealous. You change into some shorts and a crop top before going back into the living room, ready to take Narla to the beach instead. However, Narla is gone, too. Lucy must’ve taken her with her to Ona.

Great, you don’t even have your cuddle buddy now. Sighing again, you dry the tears that have escaped your eyes. You grab a hat and sunglasses and go to the beach on your own. Needing to spend your time somehow and the beach and ocean help clear your head.

You get home late, just needing the time to think. “Where have you been?”, is the first thing you hear when you get in before you come face to face with an angry Lucy and an excited Narla. “The beach”, you just say as you squat down to greet the dog. “Until now? You couldn’t look at your phone? I was worried out of my mind!”, Lucy asks loudly.

“I haven’t looked at my phone since I left the house”, you just say without looking at the brunette. “Y/N I’m talking to you! I was worried”, She says angrily. You flinch slightly at her tone. The tears you worked so hard to fight back threatening to escape. You look up and say “I’m sorry. I needed to think. I didn’t realize how late it was getting “, you say quietly, trying to stay busy with scratching Narla’s little belly.

“Next time, look at your phone”, Lucy just says and turns around before getting back to the couch. You cuddle Narla a bit longer, the Westie noticing the inner turmoil in you.

Eventually, you stand up and head into the living room as well. “How was your time with Ona?”, you ask quietly. “You gonna get jealous again if I say good?”, Lucy grumbles. “Lucy, I’m not jealous!”, you say defensively.

“Oh really? Then why are we having this same fight over and over again?”, she asks, looking at you. “Because you’re spending every free minute with her. It’s like you’re attached at the hip. I’m sorry I want to spend time with you too”, you argue.

“Yeah sure, that’s the reason. I’m sorry I’m spending time with my friends. Damnit, Y/N! It’s obvious you’re jealous, at least own up to it!”, Lucy yells, and that cuts deep. That sentence just lets something snap in you. “You want me to own up to it? Fine! I’m NOT fucking jealous Lucy! I’m scared. I’m scared you’re falling in love with Ona! I’m scared you’ll drop me as soon as she says yes”, you yell with tears streaming down your cheeks, letting yourself be vulnerable in front of Lucy.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous! Ona and I are friends, and that’s it! You should hear yourself. It’s absurd. Stop making a big deal out of nothing”, Lucy dismisses your fear. She has never done that before. She knows how your mind works and what she just said will make you spiral. Apparently, though, she doesn’t care.

You just look at her and dry your tears roughly. Giving her a nod before you head away from her. “Where are you going?”, Lucy asks, confused. She can see you’re still angry. “Why do you care? I thought I’m just being dramatic”, you snarl as she notices that her choice of words maybe were not the smartest.

“Y/N”, Lucy tries half-heartedly. “No. Not once have you treated me like this. You act like I’m not even here! You don’t pay attention unless I’m saying something about Ona. You know how much that hurts?”, you yell tearfully. “Now you’re exaggerating…”, Lucy says with an eye roll. You just look at her in disbelief and give her a nod. You swallow hard and say “I’m going to bed.”

With that, you leave her alone in the living room and head to the bedroom. Normally, you never go to bed angry. That is one rule that’s important to both of you. Well, tonight, the rule will be broken. By the time she comes to bed, you act like you’re asleep already. She still kisses your head, but you just pull away from her slightly.

You hear her sigh softly, but she doesn’t say anything. Eventually, you fall into a restless sleep.

As the alarm goes off the next morning, Lucy turns it off, and you just sigh. “Good morning”, Lucy says gently. “Morning”, you just grumble before you sit up with your back to her. “Seriously? You’re still pissed? Come on, it’s getting ridiculous”, Lucy says with an eye roll. You turn to her and say “Even if I wouldn’t be pissed anymore, I would be again after this comment. But yeah, of course I’m the ridiculous one. Because God forbid your stubborn brain could acknowledge that maybe you’re not as innocent as you tell yourself you are.”

You just get up and get into the bathroom. Lucy doesn’t say anything and just sighs. She really does not understand what your problem is. You get ready separately, but you’re not hungry, so you just grab a protein bar and gel to eat before practice.

The drive to the training grounds is quiet. You don’t say a word. Once in the locker room, you quickly change, but your teammates notice the tension between the two of you.

Mapi comes in just as you’re almost done changing. “Oh trouble in paradise?”, she asks with a slight tease. As an answer, you just grab your boots and drinks before walking out of the locker room.

Mapi just looks concerned at Lucy, the teasing smile wiped from her face. You normally enjoy Mapi’s teasing or at least chuckle slightly. “She’s been like that since we fought last night”, Lucy says with a soft sigh. “Last night?”, Alexia asks. Most of your team knew your rule to never go to bed angry. So as Lucy nods, most of them look concerned at each other. This has to be a bad fight.

Everyone can tell you’re not in the mood during practice. You play a lot more aggressively than usual. But not the type of aggressive that would hurt another.

You’re pushing yourself hard today, just needing to get out the frustration somehow. As you do a quick round of scrimmage halfway through practice, you run into the box to be on the end of a nice cross from Frido. However you’re a bit late, so you jump in at full speed, trying to find the ball and head it in. One of those flying headers Lucy is known for. Ona, however, is there to defend you, and since she’s running backwards, she doesn’t see you throwing yourself in for the ball.

You crash together, and the collision makes you hit the ball with your temple, unable to get it into the goal. You both land on the ground roughly, you a few feet away from Ona because of the speed you had come with.

You both groan for a moment, stars appearing in front of your eyes momentarily, your head throbbing. You close your eyes for a second, but as you hear Lucy’s voice, you open your eyes. However, her question, if you’re okay, is not directed at you. She is squatting next to Ona. That was it. Yes, Ona was lying closer to Lucy, but still.

“You okay?”, Frido asks you softly, and you just mumble “I’m fine.” You get up as Lucy walks up to you, resting a hand on your shoulder, but you immediately shrug it off and say “Don’t touch me. Don’t act like you care now.” The team has never seen you so angry. You just walk away from the brunette and make your way back to your position.

You high five Ona, not angry at her for the tackle. You squeeze the bridge of your nose slightly as you walk back. God, your head is throbbing. Your world is spinning, and you’re not feeling good at all. You try to shake it off, but Alexia can tell, so she rests a hand on your shoulder and asks “You okay, y/n/n?”

You don’t answer her trying to gather yourself. However, you only drop to all fours a few steps later as the dizziness becomes too overwhelming. “Y/N!”, Alexia yells and quickly waves the physios over.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”, the Physio asks, and you can only mumble “Dizzy, head throbbing.” Your ears were ringing slightly as you struggle to keep your composure. They look into your eyes and can see that they are unfocused. “Where did you hit the ball?”, he asks softly, having an idea what might be going on.

Your hand moves to your temple and the spot right next to your ear as you almost lose balance and face plant the grass. The physios steady you, and he says, “Yeah, that might be a concussion, let’s get you off the field and checked out.”

“Let me help”, Lucy says, wanting to help you up. “No, please just leave me alone”, you shrug off her hands with tears in your eyes. Alexia steps in and pulls you to your feet before guiding you to the physio room.

“What happened between you? Talk to me”, Alexia asks on the way, knowing the tears are from the emotional pain, not the physical. “We fought badly. She’s been spending a lot of time with Ona lately and ditches our plans for her. You know I’m not jealous. I know they’re just friends, but I’m scared Lucy is starting to fall in love with her and just waits to drop me. However, she completely dismisses my concern, telling me I’m ridiculous and dramatic. I don’t want her here. It’s like I’m not even there anymore. It's always just Ona”, you tell her tearfully, she wraps you in her arms for a second while you sob.

After a minute, you get it together, and Alexia presses a kiss to your head. “I know me saying this won’t help, but Lucy only has eyes for you, but I understand. I tell her not to come in here, but you gotta promise me you’ll talk to each other, okay?”, She says seriously. You just nod before you lie back on the physio bed.

Alexia leaves, and the physio checks you for a concussion. “So you said you’re head hurts and you’re dizzy, any other symptoms?”, he asks softly, shining a light into your eyes. “Nausea, sensitivity to light. I feel a bit out of it”, you answer, and he just nods. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is a mild concussion. The ball really hit you on an unfortunate spot. You should feel better after a few days, but for now let’s get you home and get some rest. No straining activities, keep yourself hydrated, and get some sleep, alright?”, he asks, and you nod.

He helps you get changed before driving you home. The motion of the car makes the nausea so much worse that you throw up as soon as you're home. You try to rest and sleep, but your head won’t let you. The thoughts just crashing on each other making you restless, so you pull on your sunglasses and a hat, grab your headphones to dampen the sounds and make your way to one of your favorite spots at the beach. It’s not a long walk, so you’re fine. The area is usually not filled with many people, so you just lean against the railing and look out on the sea as you sink into your thoughts.

Meanwhile, Alexia walks back out to see everyone have a small water break. Lucy is standing with Keira and Ona, nibbling on the bottle nervously. “How is she?”, she asks Alexia, concerned. “She’s hurt, not just physically. Lucy, what the hell is going on with you? You know how Y/N is, you can’t tell her she’s dramatic and ridiculous, thinking she won’t spiral”, Alexia says a bit angry. Everyone on the team knows that you need reassurance, especially when those thoughts in your head get too loud. And they all could see that was the case lately. “What?”, Keira and Ona ask at the same time as they look at Lucy disappointed. “She was going on and on about how I keep spending time with you and never with her. I just figured she was jealous, and it isn’t a big deal. And as she told me she’s scared I will fall in love with you just something in me snapped, I couldn’t stop it”, Lucy tries to argue quietly as she looks at Ona, but she knows she’s in the wrong here.

Alexia just smacks her hard in the back of the head and grumbles “Estúpida!” “Lucy, her logical brain knows that there is just friendship between us. But you know how insecure she can get, and it’s been getting worse again lately. You should’ve been more attentive”, Ona says, disappointed. “Yeah you better fix this before it's too late”, Keira says seriously, and Lucy just sighs, realizing that she really messed up. “Right now she doesn’t want to see you, I think she has a mild concussion so give her some space, but you guys gotta talk tonight”, Alexia says and gives the brunette a little shove back onto the field.

At the end of practice, Lucy immediately runs to the physio room, but you’re gone. „Where is she?“, Lucy asks the physio as he comes in. „I drove her home. She needs rest“, he says, and she just looks worried at him. „Lucy, relax. It’s just a mild concussion. The ball just hit her at the wrong spot. She’ll be okay in a few days“, he says reassuringly, but it does little to calm her worries. She pushes her hair out of her face and takes a deep breath. „I know, I just really messed up. Thank you for driving her home. I gotta go“, Lucy says and jogs into the locker room. Changing with the speed of light before grabbing her bag and running out again. She doesn’t have time for a shower. She needs to get to you.

Speeding home, she runs in and looks around for you, but the apartment is empty. Grabbing her phone, she calls Alexia. „She’s not here“, Lucy says as soon as Alexia picks up. „Lucy, calm down. What?“, Alexia says, still in the locker room with most of the girls. Ona and Keira look up as Lucy‘s name falls, coming a bit closer so they can hear too. „She’s not here. Y/N is not here. She was told to rest, where is she? What if something happened?“, Lucy asks, worried. Rechecking all the rooms. „Hey Luce, calm down. Come on, take a deep breath“, Ona says, and Lucy rubs a hand over her face before taking a deep breath. „Think. Is there any place Y/N could be? Any place she likes to go to think?“, Keira asks gently but worried about you as well.

The line is silent for a moment as Lucy tries to think. „Isn’t there a spot at the beach close to your apartment that she likes?“, Alexia asks as she remembers you telling her about something like that. „Yeah, I think I know where she is. I‘ll keep you updated, thank you“, Lucy says and hangs up before she grabs her keys and phone and is out the door again. Leaving a completely confused Narla behind.

She sends a quick text to Ona and asks her if she could take Narla out while she was looking for you, which she, of course, does. She runs almost the whole way to the beach. As she gets to the part where it is quiet and especially during this time empty, she sees you leaning at the railing. She sends a quick „I found her“, message to the three girls and packs her phone away. Catching her breath, she slowly approaches you.

„What are you doing here?“, you just ask without looking at the brunette. You know exactly who it is without having to take a look. „I wanted to make sure you’re okay“, Lucy says softly, taking your headphones from your ears carefully. You look at her, your eyes hiding behind your sunglasses. „As you can see I’m fine“, you just say.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Can we please talk?”, Lucy asks softly. “What? You just wanna tell me I’m ridiculous again? I can deal without, thank you”, You just say and turn to look out to the sea again. “Hey, no”, Lucy says and guides your chin back to look at her. She pushes your sunglasses up to look into your eyes and says honestly “I messed up badly, and I’ve been an ass. I didn’t pay attention and did not treat you like you deserve. I’m sorry. I know a simple I’m sorry won’t do it, but I need you to know that.”

“You know how disgusting it feels to be treated like you make a big deal out of nothing, when it’s all you can think about? When your insecurities and anxiety get dismissed with a simple, you’re being ridiculous? You know how I am Lucy. My logical brain knows that Ona and you are just friends. A simple reassurance and afternoon spend together would’ve fixed everything, but instead, you had to treat me like a piece of shit. Like I’m just this jealous clingy girlfriend. Do you know how much that hurt? To feel like you’re throwing three years away just like that? I’m not asking you to stop spending time with her or not checking on her when she goes down during practice, but, for fucks sake, don’t take me for granted. I don’t need much, but if you want this relationship, you gotta treat me with the respect and love I deserve. Because I can’t take whatever this is much longer. Love me or leave me, that simple”, you tell her as tears start to fall from your eyes. The more words leave your mouth the more tears fall.

She knows how fast you can spiral, but she hasn’t expected it to be this bad. She gently dries your tears as she starts to tear up a bit herself. “Y/N I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I acted like that. I should’ve seen how much my behavior hurt you. Instead, I just kept going and didn’t pay attention. I was wrong, and you didn’t deserve that. I never wanted you to even think about doubting that my love for you is still there. I messed up, and yes, I took you for granted without noticing, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. Y/N, I love you. I love you so much, and I don’t know how my head got so messed up that I stopped trying to show that to you. I’m truly sorry, I promise to make it up to you if you let me. I promise, I love you like you deserve because you deserve the world, my love”, Lucy says honestly, and you just hiccup slightly, trying not to sob. This is all you needed to hear, but you spiraled so deep you’re not sure if you can trust her words.

“Are you just saying this, or is this the truth?”, you ask tearfully. “It’s the truth, please let me make it up to you and love you like you deserve”, Lucy says softly, scared that she really messed up so bad that she’s past the point of a second chance. “Okay”, you mumble quietly, praying you won’t regret trusting her. You’re just in a bad place mentally, and it’s hard to even trust Lucy.

As she hears the okay, she’s quick to pull you into her arms and kisses your forehead. She holds you close, and you cling to her, crying into her chest. Tears are falling down her cheeks as well, but her focus is on you. She needs to take care of you now, treating you like you deserve.

It takes you a few minutes to calm down, Lucy’s heartbeat being able to pull you out of those dark clouds in your head and into a more relaxed state. But that also makes you feel the symptoms of the concussion again. It’s a blessing and a curse. You squeeze your eyes shut as your world spins.

Lucy can tell how unsteady you’re getting, so she just tightens her grip on you and says “Shh, I got you, my love. Let me take care of you.” You just clutch her shirt tightly, leaning on her heavily. Your head pounding. “Let’s get you home. You want me to call a cab to get us home?”, Lucy asks softly as she kisses your head. “No, the motion makes me throw up. I’ll be okay, just give me a minute”, you mumble and try to breathe through the pain and dizziness.

“Take your time, I’ll carry you if you need me too”, Lucy says, and you know she will, but it’s a 15-minute walk to your shared apartment. “Yeah and then you won’t be able to walk for the next three days because of your knee”, You tease weakly. Lucy can’t help but smile at this slight return of banter. “It’s worth it for you”, Lucy just says with a soft shrug and smiles before she kisses your forehead.

You just smile softly and rest against her for a moment longer, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay, I’m ready”, you mumble, and Lucy wraps an arm around your waist to steady you while you make your way home slowly. “When you need a break, tell me”, Lucy says and kisses your temple gently, and you nod.

To be fair, by the time you’re almost home, she is half carrying you. You’re exhausted and definitely pushed yourself too hard today after your concussion. The nausea gets worse the more you walk, so barely five minutes away you stop Lucy and start to throw up again into the grass without much of a warning. “Okay, I got you, love. Deep breaths”, Lucy says, gathering your hair and rubbing your back while keeping you steady. There is not much for you to throw up, so you calm down quickly, but your legs are threatening to give out.

“Do you want me to carry you on my back or bridal style? What do you think will make you less dizzy?”, Lucy asks, it’s not a question of if. It’s how you want to be carried. “Bridal”, you just mumble quietly. Being able to hide your face in Lucy’s neck sounds amazing. She picks you up immediately and carries you the rest of the way home. Did her knee protest a bit? Yes, but she’d do it all over again without a thought.

Once home, she carries you to bed, and you’re greeted by Narla, who jumps on the bed and showers you in kisses. Lucy sets up a bucket and enough water before tucking you in. “Get some sleep. Rest that pretty head of yours. I’ll be here when you wake up”, Lucy says, running her fingers through your hair. “Promise?”, “Promise. I love you”, Lucy says softly.

“I love you too, I missed you”, you just mumble before you doze off. The last thing you feel is a kiss on your forehead.

[augustinewrites]

This gives Fushigojos vibes, Gen Z Megumi always humbling Gojo’s millennial ass lmao

i love that omg 😭 that is exactly gojo trying to be cool around megs LOL

also consider:

“who are you even texting at this hour? it’s so late.”

megumi doesn’t even glance up from his phone as he sends another tiktok to itadori and kugisaki. “it’s eight in the evening.”

gojo, already dressed in his pyjamas, yawns. “exactly. you can tweet your friends on snapchat tomorrow.”

this time megumi does look up, if only to cast the boomer in front of him an amused glance. “what did you just say?”

“about tweeter?”

“…it’s twitter. well, technically x—”

the sorcerer tilts his head. “okay. twitter your friends on snapchat tomorrow.”

“you don’t tweet on snapchat.”

“so it is tweeter—”

“no, it’s twitter. you snap on snapchat. but im not even on any of those right now, im on tiktok.”

“megumi,” gojo sighs, rubbing his temples. “now you’re just making up words.”

the teen holds up his phone, because trying to explain social media to a millennial isn’t worth taking years off his life. “this is what i’m on right now.”

gojo squints at the screen, which is showing a grey kitten with its paws on its head, screaming. “oh a video. so you’re on vine. can you send that to me so i can hashtag your mom on it?”

“oh my god.”

[tgmsunmontue]

A picture is worth 1000 words - 6/?

Hangster post-TGM events, Jake and Bradley becoming friends on Instagram through increasingly competitive thirst traps.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

PART SIX

              “Fuck me…” Jake says under his breath.

              “Jake! Language!”

              “Sorry. Sorry. You know, that was a bad word…” Jake says to his niece and nephew, who both nod solemnly.

              “We know. Mom says it all the time.”

              Jake snorts, looks to Kara and she’s looking a combination of resigned and betrayed, and he holds back a laugh but she can obviously tell and she pokes her tongue out at him and he raises an eyebrow, looks at her kids tellingly.

              “What’s got you all worked up anyway?”

              “Uh. Nothing,” Jake says, quickly locking his phone and sliding it into his pocket. He’s changed the pin and added the fingerprint option, because he doesn’t trust her at all. But instead of grabbing for his phone she’s pulling her own out and when he cranes his neck he can see her looking at exactly the thing that had him swearing.

              “Gosh. He scrubs up well doesn’t he?”

              “Since when are you friends with Rooster on Instagram?” Jake asks, because he only became friends with him on Instagram and he saved his fucking life.

              “Since I sent him a friend request. I sent a few friend requests actually…”

              “Oh no…” Jake starts, remembering just in time to hold back all the curse words on the tip of his tongue. “Why?”

              “Entertainment mostly. And I have some questions which I know you won’t answer…” Kara says, and she’s tapping away at her phone and Jake wants to know what she’s doing and who she’s doing it with. His money is on Phoenix

              “Uh… okay. What… hmm,” Jake lets his thoughts trail off and picks his phone back up and opens up the photo again, takes in the cut of the suit and line of Bradshaw’s legs. He’s got nice legs. Then he forces himself to read the text, drag his eyes away from the picture. For a brief moment he thinks Rooster went and got married before he reads the best man duties hashtag, and then there’s a proof of life hashtag, a shoutout to Jake’s comment on the last post the Jake commented on.

              Then he gets to Kara’s comment, inviting Rooster to come and use their pool to cool down and he rolls his eyes. It's wasted because she doesn’t see him do it, still engrossed with whatever she’s doing, of which he’s now incredibly suspicious about. He wants to comment, but he’s not sure what to say. Bradshaw somehow looks better in a suit than shirtless. He wears the suit confidently and Jake wants to peel it off him. Won’t say that of course, even if he’s thinking it. But it does give him an idea, and he taps out his comment with a grin.

SEVEN

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello! I’ve read you are taking hc requests. Can I ask about Gin and Sosuke (separetely) finding their s/o asleep in their bed even if they had somehow decided to have some quality time together? I was thinking of something funny if that makes sense🩷

Sorry this took so long!

Gin:

I get the feeling Gin would probably be very amused and flattered at the same time finding his s/o asleep in his bed.

Sure, he was looking forward to having dinner with you after a long day at work, but what’s a man to do?

Your hair is messy and you’re drooling onto your pillow, wearing a ratty oversized Tshirt. He takes out his phone and snaps a few pictures of you. He thinks you’re adorable but the truth is he took them for ransoming purposes.

If you EVER fall asleep again when you have plans with him, he will post these on his social media. He’ll add the cute hashtags like ‘sleepybaby’ or ‘isntshecute’ but at least he knows you’ll be prepared the next time you make plans.

Sosuke:

You dared fall asleep on this prima donna? Oh that simply wouldn’t do.

At first, he’s tempted to just let you sleep and when you wake up, milk your guilt for all its worth. But that still means not spending any quality time with you.

So he tries subtle things to wake you up. Blowing on you face, purposely turning up the TV too loudly, wandering through the house opening and closing the doors loudly.

When none of that works, he picks up your cat and, not too gently, tosses him on the bed. The resounding yelp from the cat and you reacting to the shock effectively wakes you up. He’ll sympathetically stroke your hair, acting like he didn’t have a hand at all in waking you.

”I told you to close the door while you’re sleeping, that cat of yours always does stupid things. Now look, you were woken up when you were sleeping so soundly. Ohh that’s right, we did have plans. Well since you’re up now, how about you start getting ready? We can still make our reservation in time if you hurry.”

[projectjasper]

i think what hurts the most about the parents situation is that at the end, it was portrayed as if phum was the petulant child whose father kept trying and he kept whining as if for no reason. then finally he's easing up and with the help of his other loved ones, he sees the "light," that his father always wanted the best for him... like this goes against everything we've been shown so far. It's not like we had phum saying he felt abandoned and it's not like we've seen him hiding his low self-worth behind a hard exterior when he first met peem, it's not like we've seen him regularly thank peem for seeing him and loving him bec he's never felt that from his own family (well except for fang of course), oh and it's not like we've seen fang, who was the one encouraging phum to forgive his parents in the first place, say family cannot always be our safe zone... what was the reason then? And peem?? Peem who would kill for phum and anyone who hurts him, peem being the one who heard the story first hand not just from phum himself but from beer, would be the one to repeatedly push phum to forgive his dad, that peem??? Nah he ain't my peem sorry, it all just doesn't make sense fr

Like i still love this we are and it forever holds a special place in my heart but for once i wish gmmtv would actually finish and own up to what started. Sorry for thr rant but my god i am so annoyed

i fully agree with everything you said, it really was portrayed as if phum was mad for no reason and as if his father was trying so hard and actually cared so much the whole time. i would go as far as to say that they retconned everything that was previously established, which is a wild thing to have done in a limited series and in such a bizarre if not actively hurtful way.

and i too insist that it was hashtag not my peem. first of all, he loves phum too much to simply be ok with what his parents have done, which he is aware of: what phum and beer have told him was more than enough. and second of all, he is compassionate and emotionally intelligent enough to understand that not every family is like his and that there are indeed shitty parents out there. in fact, some of the most "i am so angry at certain parents of the world" people i have met have incredible parents, and this beautiful example that they have had in their lives makes them extra angry about other kids not having the same wonderful experience they did.

ultimately, i love we are. you can sneak a peek at my updated list of dramas and see it has made its way to my must-watch section and is in my top five favourite dramas. but it is certainly not beyond criticism for this particular, and i will put it plainly, fuck up.

[cuntycassandra]

People who are censoring Emma Corrin at the Nosferatu premieres are the worst!

I’m not going to comment this on the Instagram post I’m referring to, because I’m not going to instigate anything hostile on that platform specifically because it’s not worth it, but to whoever you are, you’re so frustrating.

For anyone confused, here is what Emma wore to the Nosferatu premiere in London a few nights ago. A gorgeous Victorian-nightgown esque dress that compliments the one they’re seen wearing in the trailer. (Also their makeup was chefs kiss, 10/10, no notes.)

Today I was just checking my Instagram, and I came across an account that decided it was up to them to dictate how this wonderful actor was perceived on the red carpet…for a film they play an important role in…

First of all, what on earth is this? In the world we live in, in the situation the western political scale is falling right now, do you seriously deem it appropriate for you to pick and choose how this person is allowed to be perceived on a red carpet event for a movie they worked hard on??

Do you seriously think it’s appropriate for you to censor someone’s body, which is their form of expression and statement, because of a personal, borderline outdated, opinion? If Emma’s style choice is not to your taste (which is a bigoted take anyway because a quick scroll will show you the shirtless Bill photos on this account, so wonderful, you’re just ignorant), then…crop Emma out if that’s something you don’t want on your blog? Like I’m sorry there is absolutely no need for this. It’s so, so, so disrespectful.

I completely understand that this account belongs to a person, and they are within their right to decide what they do or don’t want on their blog (even if I disagree), HOWEVER, there are ways to do it without being deemed oppressive, condescending and bigoted. Cropping Emma out removes them from the focal point, again something I don’t agree with, but it doesn’t shove negative attention onto their choices either. Highlighting it with an ugly photoshop is not only rude, but actually insulting, and seems as though you’re purposefully forcing Emma’s look into the spotlight.

Let’s zoom in on that comment a little more, as well.

‘With a little help from me to Emma Corrin’ a condescending insinuation that you think they need your help, in need of your assistance, which immediately puts them below you. When, if I recall correctly, this is Emma’s livelihood and daily job. They seem to be quite well versed in how to rock a red carpet.

‘Just disrespectful 😒’ - how so, to who and to what? Just say you feed into the over sexualisation of breasts and go. Be honest about your bigoted view, don’t sugarcoat it with the essence that you’re ’doing them a favour’. Nobody else at the premiere seemed bothered, everyone was happy and taking photos and there wasn’t a hint of awkwardness to pick up on.

The second photo was at the Berlin premiere, but shows equally, if not more, nipple. (Which weirdly the poster I’m referring to had no issue with that outfit, but the London one? 🤔

Oh and also? Don’t put Emma’s name in the hashtags if you’re so damn scandalised by their attire.

And before anyone comes for me with ‘you’re overreacting’ or ‘it’s not that deep, don’t freak out’, it actually is that deep. This is disrespectful at best and hateful and oppressive at worst, even if the original poster didn’t intend it that way. It’s essentially saying ‘I’m taking away your self expression because it doesn’t fit with I deem acceptable for someone with breasts’.

In this vile world where women/afab trans people in general are consistently being oppressed, ordered around, abused and more, seeing someone be blatantly so rude like this is just…gross, especially around such an anticipated movie and with a wonderful cast. Please try and do better in the future, there’s no need for this.

Also. Here’s those shirtless photos of Bill, in case anyone wanted evidence of that. (Who is also slaying may I say!)

[katvenus]

So yesterday, July 27th 2024, I had this random urge of downloading tumblr, rediscovering my account. Since I didn't even remember I had an account, I had to request a new password, leading me to my old hotmail outlook so I could change it. To my surprise I found not 1, but 2 emails from Tumblr; a recent one requesting the password change and one sent earlier at 15:27 stating: "PANDORA turns 12 years old today!".

At first glance I was confused since I knew "Pandora" was the name I gave to my alter ego when I was a teen, but I didn't remember anything about this old tumblr account of mine, at all.

Apparently, part of me (Pandora, perhaps?) did remember though, since I just happened to log back into my dead tumblr exactly on its 12th anniversary, unbeknownst to me, and stumbled upon my old posts, pictures, scattered thoughts, narrow interests of that time... and upon the "#2014 revival" hashtags and blogs, which has surprisingly awakened a spark of nostalgia to my 2014 days...

I never really used tumblr that much even back then (as you can see if you look through my blog) and I highly doubt anyone will read this, but I thought stumbling upon my old blog on its anniversary and revisiting the sh*tposting of my younger self seemed like such a fated thing that I've decided it was worth writing about it and the feelings and thoughts it has evoked in me so that when 12 years from now I remember tumblr again I get to see a glimpse of yet another version of myself through the years.

Although I am a completely different person now (or perhaps, just a different version of the same person) and everything has changed so much, inside and out, I think I'm finally able of doing what 2014 me couldn't do and reconcile all parts of me, both good and bad, dark, light and even grey, and leave this blog up just as it was, even though I don't relate to past me anymore, because I guess she's still part of me somehow and I'm not ashamed of her the way she used to be.

And maybe even... with this whole 2014 nostalgia, looking back at my own picture and remembering those times... I might as well try to relive the blog to further feed into the nostalgia. Oh, to be 16 again, listening to the Arctic Monkeys and taking soft grunge/tumblr aesthetic photos as I changed my hair color every other week... Such a time of my life I truly thought I would never really miss but I guess it's already been long enough by now that it is worth the nostalgia!

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 12

If you are new to this story or you need an update, please check out the hashtag SP Special Containment. -MJ

Andy brought in Aramais's dinner.

"Sorry it's so late, it's been problem after problem today", Andy sighed as he set the tray down.

Aramais grinned as Andy sat in a chair and sighed in relief.

"Doing okay over there?", Aramais chuckled as he got up to look at the food.

"I'll be fine", Andy grinned, "I don't know how Caretaker is keeping up with everything. You trying to shower. A late morning meeting leads into an escaped Jaimie, then a caregiver meeting with the Director. Meetings with you Jaimie and Whumpee. Oh and Mitch went into survival mode today as well."

"Did he?", Aramais sat on his bed to eat.

"Yes, Cass handled it really well. Mitch says he is about to lose it though, he's tired of sitting in that chair", Andy frowned.

Aramais listened and nodded, "yep, that chair can get really uncomfortable if you are in there for long. Coming from experience", Aramais sighed, "you said Cass did good?"

"Earlier I guess Mitch had mentioned that reading has helped him calm down. In the midst of Mitch freaking out Cass calmly read to him until Mitch came out of it", Andy watched Aramais pick at an orange, "want me to peel it for you?"

Aramais nodded.

Andy got up and took the orange.

"I know your fingers don't work right", Andy sighed.

"At least the more useful ones don't", Aramais looked at his hands, "they've been broken so many times."

"I wanted to talk to you about something though", Andy handed the peeled orange to Aramais.

"Thanks", Aramais sighed, "about what?"

"Do you have something that calmed you down? I thought about it when Cass was talking about Mitch and reading", Andy sat down again, "maybe if you have something that keeps you calm, we can use that for showering."

Aramais thought for a minute, "I guess music has always interested me. I don't know if I'd say it calms me though. I've never tested it. I'm just use to my trainers listening to it."

"Would you be interested in trying", Andy smiled.

"Not today I don't want to. Maybe tomorrow we can", Aramais finished the orange, "I don't remember what music though."

"Could you ask the Director two things for me", Aramais watched Andy get up and collect the empty tray, "it doesn't have to be today, you've been busy. Just when you see him next."

"Sure", Andy lifted Aramais's bottle to see how full it was, "not quite empty yet, I'll stop by before you go to bed and fill it."

Aramais nodded, "thanks, can you ask him if I can see the room Mitch will be staying in, then can I be in the hall when he gets transferred."

"I will ask him, but I don't know if he will go for it", Andy sighed.

"Doesn't hurt to ask", Aramais sighed, "thankyou for dinner."

In the morning, Aramais squinted his eyes open.

An annoyingly cheerful face smiled at him.

Aramais looked up tiredly at the person.

"I wondered if I heard the buzzer go off", Aramais sighed groggily, "I was much to tired to care", Aramais let his head fall back into the pillow, "what do you want? Sorry to be straight forward, I'm not a morning weapon. If you want one of those, go find Jaimie."

"Andy warned me", the Director chuckled, "I'm answering a text I received last night about your request."

Aramais looked up again, "hmm."

"I will allow you to see the room, but I had hoped you'd help me with it", the Director sighed, "as for being in the hall during the transfer, I don't know if that is a good idea."

"It was worth a shot", Aramais sighed and sat up, "want me to throw on a shirt, or are you okay seeing my scars."

"No no, you're fine", the Director looked at Aramais's chest, "no need to worry."

"What do you need help with?", Aramais rubbed his face, "it's going to cost you."

"I figured, you normally cost me something when you do favors", the Director chuckled again, "what are you thinking?"

"I don't know, what are you having me do?", Aramais got up to grab his water, then went back to the bed, "it's cold in here", Aramais shivered.

Aramais looked at one of the cameras, "can I talk one of the guards into turning on some heat please."

"We're on it, Aramais", a guard came over the speaker.

"Thanks", Aramais sighed, "so what's going on?"

"The room Mitch is being transferred to was originally going to be your room. It has higher security and safety measures", the Director explained, "once we figured out that you would be okay in this room, we stopped construction on it. We have a couple days before I promised Mitch that the room would be ready. I was hoping you could test the room for me so I know it's ready for a higher leveled weapon. You can do whatever you want to test the room for me. I want to know people will be safe in there with Mitch."

Aramais yawned, "I can do that, Andy, Cass, and you need to be there."

"I can do that. Cass will be here after lunch, they have class until then", the Director stood.

"I'm not done yet", Aramais frowned and watched the Director sit down again, "I don't think Cass is aware of what they are getting into, I heard about them watching videos with Whumpee. I need to scare them. Allow me to do that, I will not hurt them, but they need a warning. I do not want a guard sedating me as I'm going to try to shower today. Andy and I are going to try a new plan."

"What are you going to do with Cass?", the Director looked at Aramais nervously.

"I'm not sure yet, I know they are scared of me, they've said it enough times already. They need to know that this isn't a game. If Mitch wants to, he can do some serious damage. It would be better for me to scare them, and know they won't get injured, then to chance them getting injured or killed by Mitch."

The Director sighed, "okay, I get what you are saying, but I don't like where it's going."

Aramais nodded, "Cass will be okay, I won't hurt them."

"Now for my payment", Aramais grinned, "I'll make it easy. Can you talk Andy into signing off for me to get thicker slippers. I love these things so much, and I want more, but he says I don't need them. I want thick, warm ones."

"You weapons crack me up, Whumpee requested a stuffed toy when I talked to them about Mitch. You want slippers. Maybe I should go see if Jaimie wants something special and send the caregivers on a shopping trip", the Director shook his head, "if I didn't read your records I wouldn't believe that you three were dangerous."

Aramais laughed, "we can't help it, we need to milk this containment one way or another. Why not ask for things we've wanted for a long time?"

Andy rolled Aramais to the room where guards waited.

They were buzzed in and Andy set to work undoing the wheelchair straps.

Aramais looked around the room.

It was about the same size as his room, but it was divided in half by a wall of prison bars.

In the outer room, a metal table was pushed against the bars. A book shelf and a few other furniture pieces were placed.

Aramais went behind the bars and allowed a guard to lock him in.

Cass came in just as Aramais was grabbing the bars.

Aramais looked around. It was a lot like his room just a little tighter, just less space.

Aramais shook the bar door violently.

It creaked with the movements.

"You want to make sure these bars are solid, I shouldn't be able to shake it like this", Aramais moved down the bars and tried to squeeze through, "some of us have been trained to get through tight spaces like this. We have been known to break ribs to do it. Definitely watch that, plus I can reach out pretty far."

Another table was pushed against the bars, facing the table on the other side. Aramais moved it around.

"I recommend bolting this table to the floor and that wall", Aramais pointed, "Cass sit right their."

Cass gulped, but did as Aramais said.

Aramais lifted the table that was inside of the prison bars and poked it out of the bars.

"This is a good way to get stabbed", Aramais sighed, and put the table down. He pushed it to the wall, "weld it down to the floor and the wall. Same with this chair. Weld it close enough to the table, but it should not move."

Aramais looked around, "the bed is fine, solid just like mine, but no hiding spots. The toilet and sink are fine."

Aramais looked at the table on the other side of the bars.

"Maybe consider moving this one. If not, like I said weld it down so he can't reach through and flip it on top of you. Also, if it stays here, you should put a metal piece about as tall as my neck to block him from reaching out for you. Though keep in mind he could climb on it as well. Your chair should have wheels on it, so you can back up quickly."

Aramais looked at the Director, "be careful what comes in here, anything is a weapon", Aramais grinned and pulled one of his slippers off, then threw it.

The slipper slid right through the bars and smacked the wall on the other side.

"Anything can hurt you", Aramais eyed Cass.

"Cass could you bring me my slipper back, please", Aramais looked at the Director as if in warning.

Cass quickly nodded and grabbed it.

Aramais reached out, but instead of grabbing the slipper he grabbed Cass by the collar of their shirt and pulled them close to the bars.

"Aramais, what are you doing?", Andy yelled.

The Director held onto Andy's shoulder to stop him.

Cass struggled against Aramais's grip.

"Stop struggling, I'm not going to hurt you, but you need to head my warning. You are about to take care of a dangerous weapon, we are not toys. We were trained to kill without remorse, without a second thought. At your age I was picked up off of the streets, just like Mitch was. I was promised shelter, food, and warmth. Years later, through blood, sweat, tears, and pain, I became this. Don't think for a minute Mitch will have mercy on you if you get into this situation with him. He will kill you or hurt you in a way that makes you wish he did kill you. Am I clear?"

Cass gulped and nodded quickly.

"We are trained sociopaths, he will mix up your brain enough until you become so mixed up you won't know what's right or wrong", Aramais made a sad expression, "I don't want this for you. He knows how to train weapons, you could end up as messed up as us."

Cass was absolutely terrified now.

"I'm going to let go of you momentarily Cass, you say out of the four of us I intimidate you the most", Aramais sighed, "please remember this then, I know I'm scary, but I'm the one letting go of you, you may not be so lucky if Mitch turns on you", Aramais sighed, "hold onto the bars so when I let you go you won't fall to the concrete."

With shaky hands Cass gripped the bars.

Aramais looked down sadly before releasing his grip.

Cass scrambled back, "why didn't I get help from either of you?", Cass looked at the Director and Andy.

"I knew he was going to do it", the Director frowned, "I think you needed that reminder from someone who knows how Mitch's brain works, I think you are ready for this I truly do, but you need to exercise a bit more caution when dealing with the weapons."

Cass couldn't hide tears from their face, "I need to get out of here", Cass went to the door and ran out.

"Where did that come from?", Andy grabbed the slipper Cass has dropped and gave it to Aramais.

"They needed it", Aramais took the slipper and put it back on, "I know I went too far, but looking deep into their eyes, and knowing Mitch could try. I don't want this for them."

"Do you think Mitch could try to sneak some training in, and make Cass a weapon?", the Director frowned.

"Yes", Aramais gave a concerned nod, "whole heartedly."

Cass ran by Caretaker who was pushing Whumpee through the hall.

"Hey Cass, oh why are you crying?", Caretaker gave a concerned expression.

Whumpee looked at Cass as well, "did Mitch do something?"

"No Aramais", Cass sobbed, "I just had the crap scared out of me, and the Director and Andy just watched it happen."

"Oh", Caretaker looked at Cass with concern, "here, we were just looking for a big window to look out of for a while. Why don't you join us?"

"Okay, I'd like that", Cass nodded as they wiped their face with their sleeve.

Caretaker looked down the hall and saw the Director was watching. He gave a half annoyed salute before he started to walk with Cass and Whumpee.

Caretaker locked Whumpee into place so they could look outside, then sat next to Cass.

"I do this occasionally so Whumpee can see something else, I'm trying to talk the Director into a porch place so they can go outside and get some fresh air", Caretaker sighed.

Cass watched as Whumpee happily leaned as much as the chair restraints would allow. They looked around and watched birds fly past.

"It's so nice for you to do this for them", Cass grinned.

"So tell me what happened. I want all of the details", Caretaker sat back to listen.

"So I got a text this morning that I needed to meet the Director, Andy, and Aramais in Mitch's new holding room after lunch. I got in just as Aramais was starting. It was cool to hear him point out all of the problems that needed to be fixed before the room was ready. He knew exactly what could happen. I even helped with some things", Cass watched another bird come by.

"Aramais said anything could be a weapon then proceeded to pull his slipper off and throw it. The slipper slid right through the bars and smacked the wall, that was cool to see the skills he had to do that", Cass looked down, "Aramais asked me if I could get his slipper, so I retrieved it and walked it over to him. He grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me closer. No one helped me. After that, the Director admitted he knew Aramais was going to do it and let it happen. How is that safe?"

"Hmm, did Aramais say anything?", Caretaker frowned.

"Yes, he said along the lines that I needed to head his warning that they are not toys. That they can kill without remorse. Which I know that, I've read all the reports", Cass sighed, "he said he was like Mitch, pulled off the streets, and made into this. They said I wouldn't be so lucky if Mitch turned on me, but he wouldn't, would he? He's been nice to me."

"Well sometimes they don't mean to turn, sometimes they may have a response to something, and become dangerous. Did he say anything else?", Caretaker prodded.

"Yes, he said Mitch could try to turn me into a weapon. That he would mess with my brain", Cass looked angrily, "am I really that weak?"

"It's not about weakness, Cass. It's about knowing what is going on", Caretaker sighed, "you're so bent on being judged for your age and level here that you are completely missing the point of our warnings. Maybe Aramais felt he needed to scare you in a way that you would get it."

Cass looked away.

"Cass when you were in charge of Whumpee, you watched online videos with Whumpee. You had the guards on the edge of their seat waiting for if Whumpee would get triggered into survival mode. You were cuddled closely to a dangerous weapon on their bed", Caretaker talked in a stern voice, "we don't even know what all the triggers are yet. I don't mind you watching the videos with Whumpee, I think it's cool Whumpee was able to find out they wanted a toy, but you were not being safe."

"I'm sorry", Cass sighed, "I guess I'm so use to fighting for my place. I felt I had to here as well."

"No, but remember we were once juniors as well", Caretaker smiled.

"I would have preferred to have Aramais as my trainer", Whumpee looked back at Cass, "I trust him more. Plus, he takes care of us and watches out for us."

"How so?", Cass looked at Caretaker.

"One of their triggers is showering. Whumpee themself has gone into survival mode just passing the shower room. Other sights have had guards get injured."

"Yes, I read about those reports", Cass nodded.

"Aramais is forcing himself to shower so we can find a way to help the others. This is causing him a lot of problems, but he's doing it for us to be able to help the others", Caretaker looked at Whumpee, "he often voices his opinion so that the weapons have a voice. Nothing is allowed to get past him, he won't allow it. He seems to have their best interests in mind at all times."

"I have an idea, see if Andy will let you come into the shower with Aramais today. I think it might be good for you to witness", Caretaker stood, "maybe witnessing it first hand will help you understand."

Andy felt his phone vibrate.

"Aramais, Cass is wondering if they can be present when you shower", Andy grinned, "I guess Caretaker thinks it will be a good training lesson."

Aramais looked up from a bag of chips, "I'm surprised they want to be close to me after what I did to them", Aramais sighed, "I guess they deserve to see me at my weakest, it's fine."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots

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[veinsfullofstars]

Kirbtober 2023 Day 31: Final Boss

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Kirby and Ribbon facing off against Zero Two within the red-and-black space of Dark Star. The pale entity looms above them - both angelic and terrifying, tears of blood oozing from its single, staring red eye - as the heroes hold the Crystal Gun aloft between them, shining brilliantly and aimed to end this nightmare once and for all. END ID.)

Kirbtober 2023 prompts by @/paintpanic (link to list here)

Started 10/07/23, finished 10/08/23, updated for color correction 11/02/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 10/31/23.

Do your best.

Whew… holy shit. I did it. It’s over. I made it all 31 days. I’m… exhausted, but very proud of myself. Like, looking back over it all now, I can actually see the gradual improvement in my art from prompt to prompt compared to where I was at before. Not gonna lie, it’s awesome to feel like I’ve made some genuine progress for once, y’know? And that’s in spite of getting hella sick and pushing through major fatigue burnout. Man, it’s gonna be weird not having this, like, routine anymore. Doing a piece a day (or roughly so) was very rewarding in a lot of ways… but also draining. Very draining. My hands need a rest badly, and so do I.

(Hi, future Veins here, popping in to say I did not rest as much as I would’ve liked for, you see, I seem to have accidentally muscle-memoried myself. It’s not so much I have a real routine now - more like I need to draw at least a little bit every day or I get antsy. It is… quite the double-edged sword, I must say.)

(Hi, future-future Veins here. Apparently I left rubber banding on this month because burnout has gleefully slammed back into my spine without warning. This is a reminder to myself that longstanding mental nonsense does not go away just because I’m away on vacation in Popstar for a hot minute. How humbling. -_- )

Anyway, thanks for coming with me on this impromptu art journey. I had a lot of fun and a lot of not fun. I hope you all liked the art regardless. Shoutouts to Panic for making the prompt list and to everyone else who joined in with their own amazing pieces in the hashtag. I tried to share as many of them as I could over the month to spread the appreciation around, though I hope you’ll browse the tags yourself to see all of them. You all did absolutely amazing! Whether you made it here with me or only managed a few pieces here and there, I hope the experience was worth something to you. Go have a snack and a well-deserved rest - you’ve earned it. Take care, y’all, and see you in the next one!

Oh, and have a Happy Halloween! (it was halloween when I first posted this, oops...)

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

are marvel fans homophobic?

(+and stupid?) (👈Based on what I've been seeing recently, this one is unequivocally true...)

Tom Holland. A kind person and the ACTOR who portrays the current version of spiderman. (Within the MCU). He's been in a couple of other things, and has played many different roles... ROLES. Fake characters for different (mostly) made up stories.

Well Tom Holland starred in show recently. In the show, he plays a fictionalized version of a real life criminal.

The crowded room, is a series based around the real life POS Billy Milligan. A man who robbed, kidnapped and sexually assaulted four women. (Oh, and the naysayers demand I mention that: his character is only a made up fictional person that is only loosely based upon a horrible person. Okay?)

You'd think that is is where the controversy lies.

Ha! Yeah right! People don't give a shit about women! Who cares that the geniuses at Hollywood thought it would be cute to base a show around a horrifying disgusting vile rapist? No, that's OBVIOUSLY not the real problem here.

Nevermind, that his defense attorneys at the time were trying to excuse his sexual assaults with things like: "oh but he was assaulted too, uwu.. 🥺" or "it was one of his other personalities though....👉👈"

(Side note: man, people are revolting creatures. I hate to break it to you... but schizophrenic or not, whether he's a victim or not... He's still a PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT WHO PLANNED MULTIPLE FUCKING ASSAULTS AND ROBBERIES.)

.......anyways. all that clearly isn't important. Nooooo. Clearly there's a bigger, more pressing issue with this series and what it represents.

—gay experimentation.

Yep. Billy Milligan allegedly had a couple of sexual encounters with men here and there, while in prison. And there's a scene in which Tom Holland's fictional version of said character does the same. This scene got a lot of backlash because people just didn't find that "spiderman" should ever be caught dead doing such a thing.

Hashtags soon started to circulate the internet sphere. Hashtags like: "not my spiderman'', etc. but most egregious, is probably the development within the marvel fandom, to speculate on his real life sexuality and preferences.

News flash, just because you play a fucking bisexual or gay CHARACTER, doesn't mean said actor or actress PORTRAYING them, is in fact, GAY.

Zendaya played a bisexual character in euphoria for crying out loud! Is she bisexual now too?

When you live in a society where people are not bothered by "spiderman" playing a criminal and literal rapist, and are bothered instead by the notion that said rapist may swing both ways... you know that society is just not worth preserving anymore.

It really speaks of such a sad statement of things, really. That people are so concerned with this whole: "straight is great" thing, that they would gladly dismiss and overlook a horrific injustice, like an unwanted assault. But would just as quickly condemn and mock the act of consensual homosexual acts.

It's so... fucking disheartening and disturbing.

[jihyoruri]

okay I NEED to talk abt this bc richgirlyn is literally me FORREAL 

so uhh not the analysis I thought I’d be doing but I need to. the other one will be later 

ok tw for eds I guess like this is the entire analysis 

disclaimer. this is all my interpretation as well as my experience. I’ve had an issues w eating since 8 (almost twins!) and it’s been literal years. this is just what I think based on what I’VE seen and done as a girl. I know men can have ed’s but I will be talking abt it from my standpoint, which is hashtag girl. everyone’s experience is different.

key: ana=anorexia, ed=eating disorder 

Ive never dealt with real bulimia so take whatever I say with a grain of salt

okay. here’s why richgirlyn having an ed, specifically how she develops ana as she gets older makes a lot of sense (Ive had a fixation on eds and the way they affect the mind for so long..)

i feel like people forget just how genuinely maddening have an eating disorder is.

most of the time in movies they’re there for laughs and portrayed as “oh she just kinda throws up!”  (heathers, the musical) or “oh she wants to be skinny so bad she js doesn’t eat!” (mean girls) (I love both of them btw they’re just what come to mind)

like that is not what they are like AT ALL

eating disorders are some of the most deadly mental illness there is and because it mostly affects teenage girls and women people literally treat it like something not that serious or a joke it’s actually insane how people do not gaf about it

so anyway.

I feel like if children have issues with food they always start out thinking of purging

it makes sense! if you don’t want calories, just get rid of them.

obviously, it doesn’t work that way, and purging doesn’t even actually work well LMAO most of the calories are absorbed unless u throw up like the second food enters ur mouth like it is not foolproof at all.

but to a child it makes sense. the food is gone so you can’t gain weight

and when you’re a kid your gag reflex is way more sensitive so it’s way easier to vomit. when you get older it’s so much harder

bulimia is not really possible long term for idols because of its side effects which are:

erosion of tooth enamel making them appear clear other than white

sunken in, bulging eyes

swollen cheeks

hair loss 

GERD

also for the fact it doesn’t really help much with not absorbing the calories + the fact that it affects the appearance, which idols need to be perfect, + the fact that it affects your voice, which idols need, and also throwing up is difficult 

much more common in idols is anorexia.

so! actually the side effects of ana aren’t as noticeable if you’re not restricting a lot! at about 700-800 calories max a day I didn’t experience hair loss or getting spots on my skin

It was mostly that I was just tired all the time and kind of irritable. i never experienced any physical effects other than losing weight (didn’t lose much muscle bc most of the cals were protein and I worked out everyday)

anyway

richgirlyn definitely likes control.

we can see how control has been taken from her time and time again— mostly by her dad, making all the decisions while she doesn’t get a say, and later, how her members and the people around her treat her.

eds are about control more than looks. It’s the one safety net, the one thing you can always be good at.

when everything around you is falling apart— you can control what you eat. it’s like an accomplishment. look how low I got the number! I’m so good at this! I’m so disciplined!

It’s like. “no one could ever get as low as me”. It makes you weirdly competitive 

and obviously there’s pressure to be skinny as a trainee. It’s what half of your self worth is based on. so if you can control that? and punish yourself (because as we’ve discussed richgirlyn does NAWT like herself that much) while you’re at it? It’s literally gold

she practices and practices, trying to be good enough, the best, and she doesn’t want to eat. eating is kind of like admitting defeat and saying you’re weak and giving in to the need to have food. 

oh and y’all don’t KNOW what mommy issues do with an ed like.

if losing weight makes someone PROUD? oh you KNOW you’re dropping to size 0 trust like it’s actually insane. I can’t even explain the real insanity that comes with an ed it makes you actually crazy. you start becoming afraid of certain numbers because they look bigger even if it’s not how it works. ex: it’s better to eat 98 cal than 50 because 98 feels “smaller” like it’s CRAZY. the state of mind you have when you’re doing that is really seriously not normal like I know it’s obvious but people don’t GET IT. you become very obsessive and cagey over it like if you eat over a certain limit you will literally either break down or get up and go work out until you think you’re back under and the guilt eats you up inside. richgirlyn is SAUR MEEEE FOR REAL

so ANYWAY richgirlyn having an ed makes sense. specifically ana.

she likes control, she wants something to feel proud about (along with her singing and dancing and rapping abilities), it’s something her mom’s PRAISED HER FOR so you already KNOW when her mom is like “wowww you’ve lost weight!” she is like I’m gonna get so much worse.

and also there has to be a part of her that wants someone to worry. i know she hates being seen as weak but I just know minjeong saying smth like “oh I wondered how u stay thin it’s cause u js don’t eat” made her feel so validated because it’s proof that she’s sick and she’s not okay and she’s not making it up.

I’m very sure her being well off has completely fucked with the idea of her being “allowed” to feel negative emotions. like “I’m rich, I shouldn’t be sad” but with any negative emotion.

and I know she was getting better until she got put in le sserafim I just KNOW especially CURRENTLY?

the stress of her members disliking her makes her feel worse abt her self making her want more control and also there’s this very fucked up part of it where it’s like. the less I eat and the less space I take up the more they’ll like me, they won’t hurt me if they think I’m sick and fragile and GODDD that’s so her. she wants to be strong so bad but sometimes.

anyway it’s 1 am this isn’t a great analysis maybe I’ll circle back to this but I needed to talk about it

I love richgirlyn she’s witerwally me 

-🎏

It’s crazy that everything you just said is so correct like completely correct when it comes to richgirl!yn’s problems.

and because this has been going on since she was ten it’s just a normal routine for her all that girl does is try her best to become better, and because she knows that her image is something that her mother actually pays attention about her, so it’s rlly important to her.

even now that she’s an idol she doesn’t talk to her mom but there’s times when her mom will call her and be like “you look a little different.” and then she’s completely back in that cycle

[artemispt]

Heyy, have you seen this?

https://www.tumblr.com/carl4ndo/727628999350730752/so-we-moved-to-sharing-sunglasses-again

Is it just me or do they actually share clothes? I feel like this is definetly not the first time I've seen people post abt them wearing the same things... and yk I mean... do they accidentaly buy or get the same stuff or is it sent to all F1 drivers or ?? I think there have been posts abt a couple of matching T-shirts also 🤔

Anyways thanks for taking the time to read my silly thoughts! 😘

Linen shirts:

T-shirts:

Carlos pic source / Lando pic source

Shorts:

Sneakers:

There’s probably more posts with other clothes.

Rational explanation:

I think the puma t-shirts and the shorts were gifted to several drivers. About the “#together we are stronger” t-shirt, there’s a discussion on the post I added above and I’m 😭🥰 (maybe they bought them when they bought the sneakers). The linen shirts there’s no explanation 👀 Maybe they bought them together or one saw the other wearing it and thought “oh, he looks hot! I want one as well”.

Carlando brain explanation:

They share their clothes (and sunglasses). @someone-worth-racing-for ‘s hashtag “boyfriends sharing a wardrobe” is a prove of that.