#peace out y'all

[lil-raven666]

I'm tired of getting gr0ss messages fr. Boring as hell

[cowboyjazz]

my self-insert dragon ball OC, sorra, has hella trauma, but gets rescued by goku and becomes his adopted daughter. it's cathartic as fuck to write, so please also try that. unfortunately for sorra, goku fucking dies three years later. this fucked-up fourteen year old is now saddled with grief and the feeling that she should have fought cell instead of her little brother gohan, and persues tutelage from the other strongest fighter on the planet, vegeta. it's been over a decade since then.

i've been writing this OC for a year at least, and recently, i've been thinking about mind reading in dragon ball. they drop it as soon as it's introduced, for one; for two, if i was grappling with a childhood full of abuse and had the ability to share that burden instantly with a trusted confidant, i would do that shit in a heartbeat.

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The sun filtering through Sorra's dirty porch window lit up her living room, but the light didn't reach her kitchen. It gave the apartment a lopsided energy. She'd been lying on the couch for what seemed like hours, and her phone got boring ages ago. She readjusted, careful not to kick her kind-of-uncle in the head. He sat on the floor. Inexplicably, it was his usual spot, and it was where he'd been since Sorra had gotten home. She was in a sensitive mood when they finished their training for the day, and although neither had acknowledged it out loud, she was soothed by his company. The entire bag of chips that he had knocked out in the meantime was a fair price. His voice had been left largely unused until now, and croaked slightly when he finally broke the silence.

"When you ask me to share your memories, does that really help you?"

"I... yeah, it does," Sorra responded in surprise. She shifted upright. "Why do you ask?"

"Come here," he said cooly.

Sorra maneuvered to Vegeta's front. His expression betrayed nothing. His hand was steady as it reached for hers, and careful not to grab her prosthetic. He placed her open palm on his forehead. Sorra did not have words for what she saw.

When she pulled away, she was shaking. Sweat chilled her neck and forehead. She looked up to meet his evaluating gaze. She couldn't speak for a moment, but knew how important it was that she did. He was never this vulnerable with her. Even now, he was entirely in control of himself.

"How do you feel?" she ventured.

"Fine." His expression remained unchanged.

Sorra sat back on her heels. She allowed her head to loll backwards, and studied the ceiling absentmindedly. When she closed her eyes, she could vividly recall what she had just seen.

All of the memories that he shared with her were violent. Frankly, she had expected more gore. So much of it was just... Vegeta's ki. Gigantic blasts, and his knowledge of what was in front of them. His apathy.

Old memories like these often felt... altered. Touched. They all have some spots that are clearer than others, where they have most often been revisited, like fingerprints on foggy glass. They leave traces of how they are remembered, too. Sorra's flashbacks left certain memories drenched in anxiety and grief-- at least, according to Vegeta. She searched his memories for the same.

She found regret, of course. She could feel a dull ache in her chest. Guilt, probably. The self-loathing was familiar to Sorra, and that was everywhere.

He'd remembered some of these many, many times. His recollections spread out before her like tree rings, and Sorra could feel them change throughout the years. He had been proud of these, not so long ago. More recently, though...

"How often do you think of this, Vegeta?"

"Every day."

"And does anything help?" Sorra pressed, hopeful.

"No," said her teacher, his tone passive and withdrawn.

Sorra released a soft sigh. The ceiling was white, with a sharp, pointed texture that Sorra didn't know the name of. It looked like someone had pressed into it with a trowel while it was wet, leaving peaks in the plaster that shone golden in the setting sunlight.

Easy, Sorra. Stay present. Focus. What does he need?

"It's horrible," she assured him.

"Barbaric," he echoed flatly.

The silence between them was vast.

Sorra shifted uneasily, eyes still tracing the shadows in the ceiling. "Whatever comfort I try to give you now, you'll reject it."

"Deservedly so."

"Why?"

"What the hell do you mean, why?!" Vegeta's tone broke free from its restraint. He lurched forward involuntarily. "You saw!"

"Yeah, I did," Sorra agreed, her temper warming. She leveled her gaze to meet his as he continued.

"My actions could never be seen as anything but thoughtless and cowardly! I spent decades under the rule of someone who slayed my entire people, dealing the same fate to hundreds of other planets at his beck and call like some servile dog! I bode my time to fight Frieza-- and for what?! In the end, I wasn't even the one to kill him! After all that, the one justification that I might have had--"

"Nothing can justify what you did." There was no venom in Sorra's interruption, but its inarguable truth was striking.

"...yes. Nothing. Even then, I..." Vegeta trailed off, words escaping him. None felt adequate. Regret permeated the man, soaking up through him. He wore it like defeat, but Sorra knew better.

"You've grown since then," she urged, her voice soft.

"It makes no difference."

"The man who did those things died on Namek. Didn't he?"

Vegeta said nothing.

"And you went to New Namek, recently, too--" Sorra attempted to elaborate.

"That is irrelevant," Vegeta spat.

"It is relevant! Dad told me what you asked him there." Her encouragement bounced off. Vegeta tensed.

"And any reparations that I may make won't--"

"Shut up and listen, Vegeta!" She shifted forward on her haunches, urgent. His posture was guarded, his arm blocking his chest as it rested on his leg. "You have saved this planet from complete annihilation twice since then. You've given everything you have to protect Earth basically since you arrived, even when you were being a total dick about it, and you've done nothing but grow stronger and more compassionate the entire time I've known you!"

Vegeta drew back, and his ki braced itself. Impossibly, he read her reassurances as an attack. His next defense was an old one. "Even so, nothing can undo what I had once spent my entire life doing! We both know what's coming for me when I die!"

"You saved my life, asshole!" Sorra spat.

Vegeta had died twice already. The eternal fate revealed to him the second time around was far from surprising, but it had definitely changed him. His altered perspective had to do with Bulma, she was sure-- some misguided sense of cosmic failure as a husband or a father or something-- but Sorra didn't take the bait. She wouldn't convince him of anything from that angle.

He was silent again, stunned by her reply. He couldn't walk that one back so easily, not to her face. She continued.

"The entire time I've known you, you've been improving. When we met, you already cared about Bulma and Trunks, right? I definitely think you did. And you agreed to train me, the spawn of the dreaded Kakarrot--"

"You harassed me for months to!"

"And you didn't even kill me for it! You took care of me when I lost my arm, you warned me not to trust Duria, you retaliated when she stabbed me--"

"Oh, don't brag on me for that! I killed your mother behind your back!" he protested.

"She wasn't my mom anymore, and you know it! Stop arguing with me, you fucking ethical masochist! You thought that I could handle what I was going through, and when you found out that I couldn't, you saved my life! You even stayed with me that night so I wouldn't try it again! You made me open up to you even though it was clearly uncomfortable for you to do so! Am I wrong?!"

"You... no. No, you're not," he muttered. Sorra waited for a retort, an argument, an insult, but none came. Vegeta was once again at a loss for words. It was a rare feat, but her victory rang hollow under such circumstances.

When Sorra spoke again, her voice was lower, but her intensity remained. "That's who I see when I look at you, Vegeta. Someone who reflects, and grows. I see someone who loves his family, and who's willing to self-sacrifice to make sure that they're safe. I see someone who fucking cares. That man that you remember, the Prince of All Saiyans? With the tail, and the dumbass shoulderpads? I don't know him. You're punishing someone else now."

Vegeta had looked down at some point. He studied his gloves placidly, fretting the fabric between his fingertips. She broke his focus, grabbing his hands in her own.

"You're right that nothing can undo what you did. It was still evil, Vegeta. You're right about that. But you can change what you will do, and in that department, you're head and shoulders above anybody else."

He released a short puff of a laugh. "I suppose, when you start out where I did..."

Sorra tentatively moved a hand up to his cheek, cupping it softly. He allowed her. "You're a good man, Vegeta. You don't have to believe that yet. You just have to trust me."

They both knew those words. He had said them to her years ago, when she was convinced that the world was cruel and unforgiving, and that she didn't belong in it.

With that, the weight of Sorra's compassion finally became too much for him. The remaining veneer of Vegeta's composure cracked under the pressure, releasing a quiet sob as it went. His brows knit tight together and he looked away, obscuring his eyes, but the tears that came from them were obvious. Sorra touched her free hand to his shoulder, allowing him a chance to pull away, but he did not. She pulled him to her chest, embracing his weakness, guarding him as he crumpled in her arms. She rested her hand between his shoulderblades.

Finally.

She prayed that she had given him even a sliver of the relief that she had felt when their roles were reversed. She was honored to even be given the chance to try.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

ladies, I need to wander despondently across a foggy moor asap

[goldensunset]

i looooove pokémon npcs whose team members subtly imply something about them that's never touched upon in the story or at least never outright said. i love villains having friendship evos. i love trainers who commit hard to one aesthetic or vibe with their team (beyond simply sharing a type) and i love it even better when there's one random exception especially if that's their ace. i love when later down the line someone boxes the cute fun soft baby pokémon they used to have in favor of a seemingly stronger or scarier one to show that they're getting serious. i love when they have a pokémon that's difficult to get and raises lots of questions about them. i love it when the lore behind a pokémon fits the character to a T and i love it even better when it appears to contradict them. give me the story-gameplay harmony but better yet give me what appears to be story-gameplay dissonance but might actually have implications if we're willing to dive deep into it

[eightspringdays]

People who infantilize autistic coded characters are the weakest link in society's chain.

How are you gonna look at this mf

And then tell me he's too uwu to do anything. Open your eyes, expand your brain; he thinks of the MCnasty too. Let him say fuck !!!!

[shima-draws]

Me: Hehe Sanlu!!!!

Fandom: Oh but Zoro? Where's Zoro? What about Zoro? Including Zoro in this. Adding Zoro here because. Zoro tho

Me: KICKING YOU IN THE SHINS STOP THAT

[dollypopup]

If Debling isn't good enough for Fran, as the Queen herself says, because he's boring and has nothing to really offer save a title

If what Debling can offer isn't good enough for Edwina, IE: a life of security without love like what Anthony was willing to provide for her

If what Debling represents, an absent figure in a household who does not invite his wife into his plans and interests isn't a good outcome for Portia, who preaches about marrying for security and then ends up scrounging for it, regardless

Why does fandom insist that Penelope has to settle for him? That he'd be a 'better option'? Why is it that she's the one who should have hopped on the first guy with a vague interest in her and tepid emotions when Colin is right there and actually desires her? Why are other women in the series allowed to prioritize love and dream of happy endings regardless of the consequences and outcomes but Penelope should be content with being the warden of a big house as her husband fucks off without her? Why is it that all these characters deserve romances and caring but Penelope should have accepted a title and an estate and being alone?

As if Colin can't provide her security. As if Colin doesn't show interest in her and listen to her. As if he's not from a good family and will also elevate her standing in society through their marriage. As if Penelope has ever been the kind of woman to go title hunting. As if Penelope finds any kind of solace in being alone. As if Penelope isn't actively looking for connection.

Peeps who think Debling is in any way a good fit for her hate Colin, but y'all clearly hate Penelope more, because what are you even talking about? Debling opened the door after getting permission to ask to marry her and didn't even smile. Colin throws open the carriage door and does the stride of pride to show her off to his family with a grin on his face. Debling dumps her with the first SNIFF he gets of her having interest in someone else. Colin runs off after her to beg her to give him a chance and not to marry the other dude. Debling wants to leave her alone in a big house as he goes on adventures. Colin cannot go traveling without writing to her and sharing the world with her.

Penelope deserves the best just as the other women of this series do. Penelope deserves to be loved in every way- with acts of service (the balloon scene, setting up a ballroom in Bridgerton House so they can flirt), with quality time (all their lessons), with touch (carriage, dances, kisses aplenty), with words of affirmation (you are Penelope Featherington, never forget that, you are clever and warm, you do not need lessons), with gifts (a ring on her finger, a house she can make a home with him together). With big gestures like running off after her and small moments like looking for her in every room.

I'm sick of Debling. I'm sick of people who don't recognize that he had 0 emotion toward Penelope save for 'she'll do'. That he liked that she was honest and alone and didn't share his interests. That she would be content with the scraps he was willing to offer her. Not passion. Not sharing. Not cultivating a life together. Not love. Not anything except money and solitude. In what world would that ever have been enough? In what world is that best for her? I'm sick of people refusing to see that Penelope wants to be and should be and will be loved all because there's bitterness in their hearts. If you throw a dreamer into a pragmatic box, they wither. As Colin would have with Marina. As Penelope would have with Debling.

Penelope deserves the best. Penelope deserves Colin. Because Colin is the best for her, to her, with her.

If you can't see that, sucks to suck.

[thefourfan]

I love the Tumblr side of the Murder Drones Fandom, gotta be one of my favorite genders

[pushing500]

I can't get over "This artwork relates to Mechi assaulting Mechi", like, I know Mechi III never got the chance to have his own name, but this just makes for one very confusing sarcophagus.

Oh, right. We also had shamblers to deal with. No matter, they go down pretty easily.

It's been a stressful day so it's no wonder the boys are getting snippy with each other, but... C'mon. You fucking dumbasses. You have the same ancestors!!!! I love them both so much they're so stupid

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[the-writing-mobster]

Hm. I don't think we should support this artist.

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[inchidentally]

Can we talk about the little guilty look to Oscar when Lando said "that was never planned" about Australia? That is so cute. I'm like you I never expected they were close enough yet to randomly meet up during the break. I think Oscar was already gone then? But so adorable how Lando felt a little guilty anyway.

no I know !! he said that entire segment about Australia to Oscar instead of Lawrence and I loved Oscar's little nods when Lando said "that was never planned" ;__; then the whole overly explaining why he made the spontaneous trip like baby boy Oscar doesn't mind that you visited your good friend of like three or four years and not him <3<3

and yes, Nicole tweeted abt the dog missing him and Oscar had already flown back to the UK!

and like just to clarify !! this is all intended as a joke and lighthearted please dear god no more hating on men who have literal gfs over this one 48h trip etc etc

[lightsaberlinguist]

Honestly, it makes me sad that some fans of the Jedi have such a strong hatred for Ahsoka because Filoni uses her as a conduit for all of his room-temp takes™️ about the Jedi. On one level I think Ahsoka is sort of the perfect character to explore the relationship O66 survivors have with their memories of the Order and I don't think taking her words as objective fact of the universe is an interesting or worthwhile interaction with them. The oft-worshipped "Lucas Canon" of the Jedi stands whether or not Ahsoka is written as "critical" of the Jedi. It's a closed circuit, and the other stuff does not hold the same weight.

On the other level I think hating a fictional character—which is to say, nothing more than words on a page spoken by an actor and animated/costumed by artists—to the point of posting long-winded takedowns of them for anything is just plain childish and not really worth anyone's time? It takes a lot of sustained anger to write 1,500 word rants about some guy that doesn't exist. IMO it's "get a new hobby" levels of sustained anger.

Ahsoka is interesting to me as both a solemn devotee of the teachings of her childhood and as a bitter, traumatized survivor trying to reconcile her need to pass on these teachings with the narrative she made for herself to "explain" what is ultimately a senseless genocide. If you don't agree, cool! Take a deep breath and go play with the figurines of the characters you do like. It's a free country, y'all.

[butwhatifidothis]

Still baffled that Hopes so blatantly wrote Claude as the typical Evil Vaguely Middle Eastern Man set on destroying the Good White Nation for his Evil Vaguely Middle Eastern Nation that is often seen in fantasy settings - complete with him being seen as worse than a white woman who does many of the same evil deeds he does in-verse, even by his friends (should it be the bad ending route of SB) - and so many in the fandom were so eager to gobble that shit up. INSIST that "Clearly A Racist Stereotype" is LEAGUES better than "Subversion Of A Racist Stereotype" even. Like I don't think I'll ever get over how supremely fucked that is

[cyarsk52-20]

Seeing @VP Harris with her baby nieces is a breathe of fresh air right now. 💛 📸: @meena

This woman was trying to save the world and America chose a fucking criminal.

This country doesn’t deserve women like her

[cybersteal]

ɢʀᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ

[will80sbyers]

did you know people can be both GA fans of a show and content creators knowing people that get them tours on set because they are probably rich and stuff