#please guys i will beg on my knees

[forestyuri]

dare i say girlfriends… sapphics… soulmates… lesbians.. CMON… please say im not the only one who saw it 😭😭😭😭😭

[littlecrittereli]

It's what they deserve....

Chris hates cuddling but somehow always ends up in the middle...

[fauvester]

“because I’ll split this world open and tear down the sky before I let him come to even the slightest harm”

[lorre-verie]

you guys im going crazy the sheer LACK of maki zenin fics are driving me up the wall like you CANNOTT be telling me that this beautiful, smart, strong, amazing, hot, pretty, intelligent, confident, GODDESS of a woman has this little fics???

i need yall to pick up the slack and write more maki x readers right NEOOOWWW 👹👹👹 /j

[paranormaljones]

Okay media consumers, I'm gonna ask you to follow some lines of logic with me.

For good stories to exist, there needs to be conflict.

For conflict to happen, one or more characters will almost always need to make bad choices.

Just because a character makes one or a few bad choices does not automatically earn them the label of "toxic".

Just because said character does not experience immediate consequences due to their bad choices does not mean that they never will (especially if their story is not yet finished), nor does it mean that their creator is romanticizing or portraying their bad choices in a good light.

I mean, come on. You guys love a good slow burn romance. The least you can do is get used to the idea of slow burn conflict.

Edit:

DO NOT INTERPRET THIS POST AS ME SAYING THAT YOU SHOULDN'T DISAGREE WITH ANY CHARACTER'S ACTIONS EVER. DO NOT DO THAT.

I can tell some of you are already thinking about doing that.

Don't.

Please.

I don't have the energy for that.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Sanemi didn’t cry. Not after his mother died, not after Genya’s screams began to echo in his head, not after he checked his sibling’s pulses, finding them colder than snow. He didn’t cry.

He fought the strange inhumane things that his mother had become. Day by night. He worked in a trance, almost. It was all he could do. But when Masachika found him, explained about demons, things began to change.

They were gradual changes. But it felt all so sudden for Sanemi. One moment he was alone, alone and aching, and so, so lonely. Next thing he knew, he had a friend. Someone who guided him through the steps of training so gently despite their circumstances. Who smiled at him and helped him make food and bought him new clothes. Someone who would let him be quiet when he wanted to, talk when Sanemi couldn’t. Someone who understood him, despite how little Sanemi conveyed at first.

Then Masachika told Sanemi, one day, that if he ever needed to cry, or rant, or just let out everything, that he was always there for him, Sanemi told him he didn’t cry. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He hadn’t since he had begun to take charge of his family. When they were alive.

But Masachika was worried about him. Not crying? Worrisome? How? It just meant you were stronger than the others. Because crying didn’t help. It never did.

That wasn’t true, Masachika said. Crying was good. It let out your feelings. It could feel as if you were lifting a small weight. And no matter how trivial the thing, it could always help. Even if just by a little.

Sanemi didn’t understand him. He said, maybe he wasn’t human anymore. Maybe Sanemi had gone through too much to the point he lost his own humanity. Like the demons.

They didn’t talk for the rest of the day.

But Sanemi thought about it. He did. He took everything Masachika said and held it close to his heart, afraid that if he didn’t it would all disappear.

He didn’t need to cry. That was it. He didn’t want to.

Or, did he?

He didn’t know what he wanted. What he needed. He barely knew himself anymore. He had lost sight of his own body months ago.

It wasn’t until Genya’s birthday. Sanemi was walking with Masachika, wincing as the chill of the snow seeped through his clothing. He asked what day it was, hoping spring would come soon. It was January still. What day? The 7th.

And then — Oh, I should buy Genya som-

Oh.

No.

They stopped. Masachika looked at him, confused. He hadn’t heard.

No, no, no, no, no. No, this wasn’t- He hadn’t meant-

But there was a lump growing in his throat. He was gasping for air. Why was it so hard to breathe? Why was the air so cold?

He shook his head, trembling now. He wasn’t crying, he wasn’t crying, he wasn’t crying. Good memories didn’t provoke crying, they didn’t- This wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to cry. He wouldn’t cry. He couldn’t let himself.

But Masachika’s hand was on his shoulder, another pulling him into an embrace. He was hugging him, patting him, not telling him he was weird, not telling him he shouldn’t be doing this. Not telling him that he should stop, that he should grow up, that crying was weak, that crying was—

God, he was crying. He was sobbing, shaking, clinging onto Masachika like a baby. They were on the ground—when had that happened?—the snow no longer bothering them. Sanemi was in Masachika’s arms, being held, being cradled.

It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. You can cry. Don’t fight it, Sanemi, don’t fight it.

He didn’t. He let it happen.

And when it stopped, he couldn’t tell if he felt better. The snow had melted, soaking their clothes. His eyes were puffy and hurt from rubbing them, from crying. But Masachika smiled softly at him, rubbing his back.

Good job. I’m proud of you, Sanemi.

Why?

They walked home slowly. Taking in the sharp air, Sanemi found himself feeling almost lighter. He didn’t know why. He didn’t understand why. He might not even cry again in a while. But he felt better. Now, at least.

He thought he did.

Masachika said it would help. Crying.

Maybe it did.

[evil-but-refined]

You never realize how much you miss a character until their name drop leave you screaming at work

[mummer]

i think it’s really cute that rogue is just some dorky guy from the future who still plays old earth dungeons and dragons and listens to ancient kylie records and has a themed ring and he became a bounty hunter and named himself rogue to be edgy and cool but purely because of dweeb reasons. like if anyone’s a cosplayer it’s him lol. he’s so clearly a soft nerd pretending to be han solo. like yeah he “”has no moral compass”” but he’s basically doing that as longform actual play. this guy definitely saw a wanted poster of jack harkness when he was a teenager and was like “…. i gotta be that guy…..”. 10/10 character concept

[beauisoffline]

guys im going insane I NEED more Finlay content or else I might actually implode

i love her sm ifhdhrhfujdbebajabdbrbfbd

[chanrizard]

NOBODY MOVE THEY EXHUMED MY QUEEN BOOSTER FROM THE ABYSS OF OBLIVION?????

[silmiaurillion]

thinking about a frank vs russia macdennis babooshka edit...

[uzi-x33]

my girllssss!!<3

[vampire-superstar]

I believe in gay obey me supremacy but like for some reason, there's this nagging feeling that writing them gay is out-of-character, as though the obey me characters are secretly homophobic (or just not into men). For example, as a gay guy, I love the obey me bros, but idk I just feel so upset reading m!mc x lucifer works because he's like totally my type, but for some reason I feel as though he would never be attracted to another guy. it just makes me so depressed while reading amazing writing that provide content for amab, trans and masc presenting people . Like ill read the work that include him with a female or woman mc and he just seems so in-character, like he truly loves her, but with a guy mc (or even Diavolo!) he feels so out of character and that he'll be homophobic like those typical traditional masculine men. I I feel as though he'll tell me he's not into men if i ever tried to flirt with him and idk beat me up (jkjk) like there's this inner part of me that knows 'Lucifer would never set his eyes on another man', 'he's only gentlemanly to females', and it's only reinforced by the sheer amount of lucifer works that contain fem!mc x lucifer content, as if even those authors know deep down that Lucifer is straight. Sorry for venting

Its fine! I completely agree! I don't know how but often times it feels like the mc is written fem and just given neutral pronouns. As someone who is transmasc and queer it feels odd to insert myself in their position or read m!reader without it feeling weird.

I think it also has to do with obm having a majority female audience so being the odd one out can make that feeling worse :(

[localfandom]

the plea of a dying woman(im not actually dying im just dramatic)

to everybody whos seeing this: do you like bsd? do you like manga? you dont? i couldnt care less, please just read yuumori the fandom needs more people

[whatisgoingonpaul]

i thought that was like, the point though? because the boys are weird little punks who seem like a big scary threat the whole movie. but in the end it was max all along: the ordinary-looking straight business owner who's already decided they're going be a nuclear family whether they like it or not. not the group of homeless teenagers. even david, who they thought was the head vampire, looks like an innocent little kid once they've killed him. the other gang is listed as "surf nazis" so at that point i feel like their worst crime is hazing, right? while max has been orchestrating it so that lucy has no choice but to be his wife.

Yes that is the point. I don’t mean to be rude but I’ve explained this four times already I don’t think max is a “good guy” I’m just speakrigally against the abusive dad angle because there’s no textual evidence beyond some audience projection.

It’s the twist yes that the goofy normal guy is in fact the head vampire and big bad. That at the end of the day the boys are still boys even if they’re vampires, the death is sort of that return to innocence. And yes Max’s plan was always to turn Lucy but before shit hit the fan it was a long game “it’s going to be her idea” sort of deal. I’m not saying coercion is good I’m just saying he’s a lot smarter of a vamp than some evil hand rubbing manic that people make him out to be!

And the boys aren’t as absolved of guilt. Yes even after they die. Their death doesn’t automatically absolve them of that or make it “mind control/they were forced” etc, it just serves as a reminder of the innocence we all come from. There’s a level of willingness and ethusastic participation in their eating people you can’t ignore (I don’t think this is a bad thing if you’re a vampire but if people are going to be moralistic apply it here too)

My initial point was I don’t think Max’s relationship with the boys is abusive. Yes it’s controlling as head vampires inherently all— but it’s sort of clear he barely has control over them as it is. He could’ve ordered them to go after Michael but with the effort and enthusiasm they put into hazing him they definitely did it more from their own line of the guy etc

[gravestone-sys]

guys for the love of god can we STOP WITH HOW WE TREAT COLOURBLINDNESS!!!!!!!!! I'm colourblind. I said I was colourblind in front of some people and immediately it was "oh yeah? what colour is this? lol!!" THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE DO TO PEOPLE WITH GLASSES. AND IT'S SO FUCKING ANNOYING. PLEASE STOP. YEAH THAT'S BLUE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND OF COLOURBLINDNESS I HAVE. I CAN SEE A DEEP FUCKING BLUE.