#shits upsetting

[masu-pasu]

can we please stop being weird about zora. she's a grown adult woman of color and it's really fucking creepy to see people being like 'omg zora probably can't read... she's totally feral, she eats raw meat and pisses on the forest floor like a dog, she probably had to be taught how to speak by bliss ocean--' like jesus CHRIST.

Do you understand how creepy that actually fucking is to say. it makes my skin crawl reading it, frankly. her parents were fucking archeologists, they died when she was Young, not when she was an Infant, she is Not some feral beast living in the woods eating squirrels with her bare hands, and the fact that y'all don't say this about any of the other characters in epithet, only the latina/indigenous woman is the grossest part of it all. it's not like you can't say that zora doesn't take showers or shit like that, cuz that shit is canon, I know, but can we just have 'cowgirl who doesn't shower' without the added detail of 'omg and also she was raised feral and eats raw meat out of a dog bowl and-' like y'all. cmon.

honestly it rlly feels like y'all really saw this and went 'time to make her feral and uncivilized' i fucking see you and you're gross

[egberts]

all I can see is bad coming out of this like he didn't die so that's it man he's a living martyr for the far right now. things are gonna get scarier than ever??

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[starcurtain]

I think one of the funniest things about the Sabzeruz event is that the devs choose to go with Candace, Traveler, and Paimon having a whole "Ooh, two mysterious men are going into an alley to have a 'private' conversation; they must be bad guys!" only to then go "Oh just kidding, it was only Alhaitham and Kaveh doing typical Alhaitham and Kaveh things."

Except the "Alhaitham and Kaveh" thing in question this time was talking about Mehrak, a sentient robot that Kaveh built using absolutely forbidden technology, and which he then whole-heartedly willed would develop a consciousness of its own, violating one of the central taboos of his nation's governing agency, committing what amounts to an inherent and extreme felony punishable by law.

Alhaitham and Kaveh: Listen, we're not bad guys discussing illegal activity here. We're just two men having a private, personal conversation. Happens all the time.

Paimon, Candace, and Traveler: Oh cool, they're not doing a crime; they're just gay.

But they were, in fact, doing a crime.

[mouseshift]

stan sketch page

[soup-mother]

I'm never not going to be fucking pissed at just how fucking much the world wants to deny transfems literally anything. you can't even say something as stereotypically trans as "i wish I was born a girl" without a million vicious cunts either telling you you had it easy and are actually misogynistic for wishing that, or straight up calling you a pedophile over it. genuinely fucking evil

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Did I pass?

DM: Roll a nature check. 

Cleric: *rolls* That’s a natural 18, my nature is +8, so 26. 

Artificer: Also I cast guidance on you. 

Cleric: *rolls* That’s a four. 

Artificer: Also I did emboldening bond earlier, so that’s another d4. 

Cleric: *rolls* That’s another 4! 

Artificer: And I’ll add spark of genius to give you another +6. 

Cleric: so all together that’s 40. 

DM: You got a 40 on your nature check?! 

Cleric: Yeah. 

DM: …I hate you guys.

[robobee]

once again tormented by how Declan lived in a horror movie his entire life. you're two years old. your parents decide to kill this random new brother they pulled out of nowhere one day with no pregnancy. you display basic human decency to the baby (you are hardly 3 years old) and then your parents agree not to kill it. one day within 6 months of that you wake up and your mom has been replaced by a woman that looks *exactly* like her but Is Not Her and you can't verbalize how you feel about this (you are four) but you Dislike It, and your real mom never comes back so maybe you start to forget why you feel so uncomfortable with cloth mom in the first place. you have no access to any other people except this thing posing as your mom, the random baby that you are told can and will bring stuff out of his dreams, and your dad who is NEVER HOME. and then you are five years old, and every night you stay up to watch your little brother lest he bring back anything like, God Forbid, a human being.

He brings back a baby. He tells you it's supposed to be a better brother, because you suck, because you don't sleep and you live in a house with two fake people and a father who slowly seems to be forgetting who you are. You are six.

You are eight. Your dad starts taking you with him. You get thrown into car trunks and listen to him get beat the shit out of. You realise everyone wants your family dead, at best. Your father seems to have entirely forgotten he was ever your father, and seems only interested in the brother who dislikes you because you don't coddle him like everyone else does. Your father ignores the new dreamt thing, so you and your strange mother take care of it. You are nine.

[just-more-pr0mts]

Consider an alternate universe (AU) where Danny is dragged along to a gala and introduced as Vlads heir. And instead of the classic meeting bat children, he meets a young Bruce Wayne.

The young Bruce is around 4ish and Danny makes quite the impression on him being the "cool older boy who can make snowflakes". Next thing he knows Danny is coming around the Manor 3 times a week to babysit Brucie.

They grow up together for 4 long years. Danny hanging out with Bruce and Galas and being an older brother figure for him. Until the fateful night of the Wayne family murder. Now there aren't any more galas and Alfred's busy taking care of things around the manor. Soon Bruce and Danny loose all forms of contact.

Skip to years later, when the Justice League summon the ghost king, intending to establish a peace treaty after a harsh scolding from contsintine and dr fate. And when Danny comes through the swirling green portal in full Ghost king regalia and swoops down and Hugs Batman. And when batman doesn't back away and proceeds to hug back.

Chaos, absolute chaos

[vellichorom]

you sick little animal, even death itself pities you.

[fynori]

duality

(based on this tweet)

[cherrirui-official]

I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha

I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

GUYS I AM BEGGING YOU!

STOP FUMBLING THE LIFE SERIES OMG-

Genuinely we're not having another one after this if ya'll keep up with this bs

Just be nice oml, like team predictions are all fun and games until you force people to be together because of your deranged fantasy land that you've created in your head in which everything has to go your way, and has to follow your structure.

No because if pearl wants to team with Scott and Cleo again pearl can team with Scott and Cleo again.

If scar wants to team with Grian you shouldn't be making it into a "oh them again"

BE HAPPY Y'ALL ARE GETTING A SERIES OMG

[dedusmuln]

yeah you support trans people but are you normal about trans men who choose to get pregnant

[beforetimes]

charles almost always has to be hurt when he's trying to help the people he loves, indirectly or directly. has to sit in shaw's head while he dies to make sure he doesn't kill erik. has to field all these voices he was scared of for the first time in ten yrs and nearly get crushed by a stadium to keep his sister safe. gets tormented by jean and these aliens when trying to reach out to her to save her from herself. gets brainwashed into nearly killing every mutant when visiting erik in jail to play chess and try to find hope in him. quite literally dies when trying to reach out to jean in the last stand. something or other about how for every action has an equal and opposite reaction and no matter how much kindness charles reaches out with there will always be a force punishing him for it. and yet he is kind anyway

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will