#pisting

[anemonet]

Technoblade....

[phurpurr]

not to be rude but the fact that some of y'all's takeaway from this game is this makes me sick 🤮

[edwardashley]

yeah….. this is so hard to explain it’s like you either get it or you don't i’m sorry there’s nuances to having yaoi-brain and it’s not just “i personally want to f*ck a guy” there’s more to it!!!!!!

[heartorbit]

the narcissist fools himself

[66kenobi66]

Tbh I think the only reason the staff wrote Stolas as an "abuse victim" was to make Stolitz look better.

The logic basically being: "Stolas can't be abusive because HE knows what abuse REALLY looks/feels like and him and Blitz's relationship isn't it"

Some stupid shit like that.

[detshin]

"At that moment, I got the terrible feeling that I was never going to see Shinichi again."

Original [link] by Sergio Cupido

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Jason in canon: I'm going to kill crime lords and drug dealers because I'm mad at my dad, so I can be a crime lord who controls crime. I view gotham as a place you have to beat into submission. I don't really think about victims of crimes one way or another. Also I refuse to kill the joker bc my dad has to do it, even tho he may survive and murder more people because this is textually about revenge and not protection

Jason fans: he's so feminist leftist and progressive! He's clearly doing so much more to help victims than batfam because clearly he is then only one who has ever suffered, and here's why his extrajudicial murder is the most progressive thing ever. I'm going to also act like he predominantly goes after supervillains who escape prison a lot rather than like. Crime boss lackies.

[crustaceousfaggot]

Honestly I think being a high school teacher is one of the biggest possible green flags for a politician. Being able to explain politics to little idiots who don't care is useful practice for a job explaining politics to big idiots who don't care.

[anemonet]

Thinking bout rain world again

[hyunchans]

HYUNJIN :: VERSACE FOR W KOREA (JUNE 2024)

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what the freakkkkk

[heartorbit]

just one bite??? 🍎🍬

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Your tags make me want to read Price getting to pat Nik. Please? 🥺

Nik's hair is a reflection of his character.

cw: none (partly inspired by a post by @panchulien with a young Nik and Price).

Price realised he was obsessed with Nik's hair quite early on. When they'd met, it had been a harsh buzz cut; a number two all the way over at the very longest, paired with a clean shaven jaw. It hadn't suited him. Not even in his blue uniform and cap. His eyes were too warm for the austere, minimalist impression the rest of ensemble was trying to communicate. It was like his internal conflict had manifested in his physical appearance; the severe officer battling the warm-hearted Russian patriot.

After Price had "liberated" him, or rather, encouraged him to turn informant and cut his own path towards liberation, Nik had grown his hair out. Price remembered seeing him for the first time after freeing him from the detention centre in which his own government had been about to execute him. Nearly a year had passed, and Nik's hair had grown into an unruly mane. Close to a mullet, but with erratic, thick black curls paired with roguish facial hair. He'd reminded Price of a musketeer or a Renaissance poet; the sombre misery had been replaced by an almost manic charisma.

That had suited him. It set off the wildness in his eyes. But that wildness had manifested in other, more dangerous ways. Price and Nik had fed off of each other's anger and penchant for violence in those early days. When they were on op together, their lack of boundaries had led them to dark places; Nik, without direction or purpose beyond point and shoot, and Price with a chip on his shoulder.

Price had watched those thick curls fall across a blood smeared face after Nik had beaten a man to death with his bare hands more than once, the crooked smirk that followed revealing a flash of something raw and in pain beneath the surface. They crossed lines, violated boundaries and codes of ethics, telling themselves it was for a higher purpose that not even they had much of a handle on.

Mac had tried to keep them apart. Had warned Price away and told him to get a grip. Dogs that bit the hand that fed them were put down eventually, one way or another. But Nik had been intoxicating. His rage completed and complemented Price's in the worst and best ways.

Nik needed to heal. They both did. It took years. Years of dancing around each other, of finding the limit of what they would do for the "greater good", working out what that even bloody meant in the first place. They carved out their own morality, separate from the hypocrisy of the institutions that had made them, and slowly, slowly, the rage, the bleeding wounds inside Nikolai, had healed. Price had fallen in love with that wild, uncontrollable maniac, and he had stayed in love with him once he'd found enough peace to stop his own self-destruction.

Price sat across from him in the little boat they had hired for a tour down the River Oder. Nik had wanted to show Price Wrocław, the Venice of Poland. Twelve little islands connected by over a hundred little bridges, with one of the biggest markets in Europe huddled in the centre. Nik had spent the morning dragging Price down side streets to find some of the three hundred odd little bronze gnomes scattered throughout the city. "To commemorate the Orange Alternative movement," Nik had explained, his big hands gesturing expressively towards the Gothic Town Hall, tone excitable and boyish, "they used absurdist humour to protest against communist rule in the eighties."

Nik was at peace now. Nearing his fiftieth birthday, his hair was receding into a deeper widow's peak, smoothed back and neat, with slight curls at the back and beneath his ears. His stubble flattered his jaw and Price liked raking his nails through it when they kissed. Not too wild, not too austere. A perfect balance that reflected the equilibrium in Nik's heart.

"John?" Nik asked, his eyebrows raised. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, comrade," Price said, flashing rueful smile. "Just thinkin' about old times."

"Ah." Nik scratched up his bare forearm to the fold of the sleeve at his elbow. "Well then," he picked up his glass of krupnik and Price did the same, "to old times."

"And all the good times to come, cheers." Price knocked back a mouthful of the liqueur and grimaced. "Jesus fuck, Nik, this shit is fockin' 'orrid." He tipped the remainder of the glass overboard. "Could murder a man for a decent stout."

Nik rolled his eyes. "You take the Englishman out of England, but..."

Price kicked his shin. "Yeah yeah, Mr World Wide. I'm a simple man with simple tastes, not all of 'em good."

"Oh, I don't know," Nik hummed. "You are dating me after all."

And there, just for a moment, was a flash of that wild, curly-haired man that had first stolen Price's heart in the devilish little grin on Nik's face, and Price's blood ran hot in his veins.

[66kenobi66]

Making Valentines merch of your ship that's mainly focused around abuse, S/A, and class/racial discrimination (where the lower-class, implied POC is seen as chained to his abuser) as a cop and prisoner (with the victim being the cop and the abuser being the prisoner) is...a choice...

Not necessarily a good one...

also the pixeled-out bit on Blitz's side is just 🤢

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Citroën Visa 1000 Pistes 4x4, 1983. A homologation special named after the rally that it won in 1983 competing in the experimental category. It was the first French 4 wheel drive rally car and 200 road cars were built in order for the rally version to compete in the Group B B/10 class.

[solarartzz]

Hi guys(voice of somebody about to throw up)