#sorry but it's out of self preservation

[sofiaruelle]

He's a lil confused about cuffing season but he's got the spirit

[worstloki]

love when characters sabotage themselves so bad and it's a character trait so ingrained into them that it's consensus there's no way to reasonably get the character help

[zorosdimples]

knowing i should take a step back from tumblr for my own wellbeing vs. being emotionally attached to this app and the people on it

[hazellvsq]

alignment chart based on new abbott elementary episode:

child smoker: leo

literally vapes: annabeth

smokes weed every night: piper

protein bar edibles: jason

hookah head: frank

demolishes those little bottles of chardonnay: reyna

cbd oil for joint pain: percy

bathtub blunts: hazel

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

The potato sack Marilyn Monroe dress...

[shirtlessradfahrer]

I love that his bodyguard is clearly A-grade but I fucking hate that it’s come to the point that he needs one at all

I suppose it's inevitable when you get this popular but... :(

[billiuspendragon]

I like Kuniharu as a character but not as a person

I think Kuniharu is funny because he's a pathetic loser, and I LOVE pathetic loser men. That's my thing! But genuinely, in real life he would be infuriating, and he's absolutely meant to read as a shitty parent.

He honestly reminds me of this guy:

He's so pathetic that you sort of feel sorry for him, and his shittiness comes from insecurity.

Kuniharu feels insecure because both his sons are more intelligent and/or powerful than him, and he expresses his resentment over this by projecting and constantly insisting that Kusuo is an asshole who looks down on him (which is kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy, since the way he acts due to his own insecurities only makes him seem more pathetic in Kusuo's eyes). He even talks about how much he wishes he could beat the shit out of Kusuo in front of his friends (I can't remember if that happened in the anime but it was in the manga) and when Kusuo turns small that time his first instinct is to kick him over to show that he's "the bigger man". The extreme jealousy he feels over his own sons is... really messed up, to be honest. He feels the need to be above someone because deep down, he feels inadequate.

This sort of person totally exists in real life. He's the manipulative husband who won't take accountability for things even as he apologises ("You stole my coffee jelly but then I smashed all the windows in the house, so we're BOTH to blame"). Like Toritsuka, the joke with Kuniharu is usually that he's a slappable guy who gets his ass kicked.

Obviously he has his good moments as well. There are times when he gives Kusuo genuinely good advice (like in the surprise party episode) but that's the thing! Even the most violently abusive person will have their good days, and someone who's just generally a bit shitty isn't going to be shitty all the time. He's a human being with lots of different sides to him!

This is a bit of a ramble, but I just see Kuniharu getting polarised quite a lot where people will either say he's an evil abusive asshole or they'll say he's perfectly fine, so I wanted to put in my two cents.

[dxxtruction]

I am kind of not seeing Armand wanting to kill Louis. This would be far too out of character for me to ever beleive. I'm thinking he was doing whatever he could to live in his definition of survival, or at least doing all this to maintain his bubble of control. The whole coven was against him, and I do legitimately believe Armand was oblivious due to love. Then when push came to shove he did make his choice, he did rehearse and go along with the play despite his feelings and his wants. Not out of character for someone who's used to being needless or same that he flood with emotion the moment someone [louis] actually cares about his needs. Or maybe more believable is that this plot - some version of it - started way before his feelings were ever real and this was a choice of following through with it. Under threat likely, him still not realizing the extent of the coven's desire for bloodlust. Him, maybe being misled to believe they'd hold off long enough to let it go if Louis was proven to simply stay with him. Maybe if it was his idea to begin with, and in this scenario he'd at least have been there when this was being thrown around, perhaps he really thought his power and ruling would dissuade its reality. And then the ball drops.

He didn't want to kill Louis, is my point. If he did he'd have done it way sooner, and he wouldn't have let him exact any kind of revenge. Though Claudia, Madeleine, I could see, but I also don't think by the time they're running off together he would want the alternative either. If anyone wanted this it was the coven. So, it's not a matter of wanting to Armand but choosing to do this despite that. The real question therefore is: Why would he choose to go forward with it/go along with it? That's what I think we need to be asking.

Is it that he makes the choice that he does, because it's easier to submit than rise up? It is because the choice really wasn't a choice at all? Was it practical to him? Don’t run to one thing when this other thing is guaranteed to stick around? Was he in too deep to back out by the time he thought it mattered whether they live or die? Much can be delved into there. Trying to figure out why he wanted it isn't going to bring up anything.

[itspileofgoodthings]

Porfiry telling Raskolnikov that at least he was honest and in one bound took the furthest leap to put his theory to the test of actual action——

[lieblogger]

re: lin lie death post -- kind of hard to have a normal relationship with death once you've died I feel like? but yeah even before then he was very weird about it. kind of ties into his whole extreme loyalty thing a little I think. he's not about to let something silly like a healthy fear of death stop him from his quest.

YES I'm so glad you brought up his extreme loyalty too i think about it every day... there comes a point in his story where his loyalty outweighs his cowardice and eventually it kind of just. consumes him. like his wellbeing doesn't matter anymore because he knows he's the only one who can carry out his duty. he has no relatives, no one who his ancestors accept, so he takes that as a sign to give it his all (and maybe being resurrected once did a few things to his head that made him believe that his ancestors won't let him die either until he finishes the job)

[sentientsky]

pov: your baby brother is a Weird Little Guy™️

[notnotravenpond]

i have been home alone all day so I drew a lot of shit and I'm gonna post it all at once

[gulliesforever]

god. one thing i LOVE about amir that he has no self preservation. i was thinking abt the episode GIRLS. specifically the moment where the 2 girls at the bar say amir looks better but amir is like - “um no its obviously jake ur wrong” and jake agrees…

it got me thinking…. Thinking about how much amir is willing to take for himself vs how much hes willing to go for jake, yknow? like amir gets mad sometimes when he perceives an “insult” but its not bc hes defending himself as much as he is acting out. but amir actively DEFENDS jake when it comes to some traits he doesnt even TRY to defend in himself - his looks(girls as mentioned, and subtle comments like Swag where hes like “i only hang out with the hottest guys”)… how people address jake (like in Ice Breakers, Bitcoin, jake’s sick). there are exceptions to defending jake but to me those arent really about something like jake’s personality/looks that he cant change, and more a reaction about how he treats amir (trust fall 2) or jake acting like J-Witz for other ppl (some insecure jake eps, esp the recent ones)

And for the most part he plays along with Jake being the better one of the two. Ace and Jocelyn… hes the SIDEKICK. “You consider me dumb!” In normal conversation. Going along with being the Troll Named Rod in Tiny Wings. APOLOGIZING TO JAKE IN CORDUROY PANT. In Table Read where ALL his main characters ARE JAKE…!! Small things like that. He KNOWS and WILLINGLY ACCEPTS his role as being the guy who gets beat up and looks like shit to everyone else because who CARES about their opinions when ONLY jake’s matters??

in a weird way, he’s entirely selfless. amir doesnt do things for the benefit of himself. like yeah. he has murderous tendencies. he hurts people. but all of it is either for attention (mainly to be able to tell a story to Jake), random insane urges(<3), or a form of like??? overdoing stuff which self sabotages him????? Which he’s aware of vaguely????

its just… amir holds such little value on his own appearance, life, and wellbeing to the point where he just doesn’t consider he matters. him being hurt and betrayed is another tuesday. But he would defend jake no matter what. because jake doesnt DESERVE that. and whys that? its because amir LOVES him. because amir loves jake and that CLEARLY means he deserves everything. all his self love goes to jake. even if it hurts him in the long run or makes him look dumb. yknow. because whatever. who cares. EVERYTHING hurts anyways and whats another day hurting himself??? And that fucking makes me INSANE.

[theweatherinmyhead]

I keep thinking about writing a fic that diverges from the point in Joker’s Last Laugh where Nightwing kills the Joker.

Instead of resuscitating the Joker (really, Bruce? really??), Bruce lets him die.

As everyone recovers from the whole situation, Bruce is a mess. At first he — and all the other bats — assume that it’s from the guilt of sort-of breaking his no-kill rule. It seems much the same as the way Dick couldn’t forgive himself for allowing Blockbuster’s death (to say nothing of the guilt now eating Dick alive for, you know, actually killing someone).

But as Bruce continues on from reacting and into processing, it becomes apparent that he- Well, he’s grieving the Joker.

It… makes a certain amount of sense. He has known — for lack of a better term — the Joker as long as he’s known his eldest son. He’s been a fixture in Bruce’s life. A reliable presence even, inasmuch as an erratic, violent nemesis can be called reliable. The Joker has taken so, so much from the world — from Bruce in particular — but he has also given Bruce some pivotal part of his purpose. The Joker held a level of importance to Batman’s work that few other enemies could ever achieve. He’s a pillar of the role Bruce built Batman to fulfill. Is Batman even properly Batman without the Joker?

So this is Bruce’s grief. Once he identifies it, he’s horrified by how clear it is. The way he’s gone over and over the autopsy report, every angle of cctv, combed every haunt and shaken down every goon just because he doesn’t trust the Joker, doesn’t trust death. (He’s been in the cape too long.) Hours spent at the punching bag, trying desperately to funnel the violence out of his body and into a safe target. Nights spent watching the self-recriminating what-ifs play out on his shadowed bedroom ceiling. What if he’d tried chest compressions? Called EMS before his arrival? What if he’d reached Nightwing sooner? Investigated Tim’s “death” more thoroughly? He is staggered by many ways could he have prevented this death. He should have. He would have. If it wasn’t for how he just… didn’t.

And — so much more incriminating than the denial, the anger, the goddamn bargaining — he’s… sad. There’s an emptiness that stalks his days, a void he can’t help but watch while he patrols. It’s hard to put on his easygoing press smile and to straighten his shoulders against the fundamentally shifted weight of the world. He wakes up exhausted and falls into bed already dreading the morning. He does his work and watches over his family and his city, but all the while he’s looking through a layer of gauze.

He’s also relieved. Of course he’s relieved. There isn’t a single person in the greater Gotham area who doesn’t feel the tsunami of relief once the Joker’s death is publicized. His city is safer, for all that the rest of the rogues gallery still breathe. His people are safer. His kids are safer.

It’s almost as hard for Bruce to admit that he’s grateful the Joker is dead. It feels wrong to rejoice in a death, how ever silently, however well-deserved. But it doesn’t feel any better to notice that clinging, unwelcome sorrow.

The reason I’ll probably never make this into a real fic is that I’m terrible at the comfort part of h/c. I write myself into a corner and then look at where I am and,,

How can Bruce recover from this? How does he lay this internal conflict to rest alongside his most longstanding foe? He’s grieving a violent, unpredictable, horrifyingly creative mass murderer! Someone who has committed countless unspeakable atrocities, who had no single iota of regard for any life beyond his own. Someone whose very existence was intrinsically linked to Bruce’s own…

He can’t seek solace in his family. The Joker has harmed every single one of them in one way or another. Dick needs his strength and Jason would never, ever, forgive him. He can’t talk to his colleagues in the JLA. They’re committed to the greater good in the way Bruce had always believed himself to be. There is no one to absolve him. Bruce doesn’t deserve- Can’t deserve absolution. This grief betrays every principle he’s beaten into his mind and body. It’s the most shameful act he could ever commit.

So Bruce would stew in his guilt upon guilt upon guilt. He would pick at the scabs of the hard-earned mourning, unable and unwilling to accept that the loss of someone important is still a loss, even if that importance comes from a driving need to stop them at (almost) any cost.

[josephslittledeputy]

Sparrow (OG Verse) || Endymion (Eldritch Terror/Sparrows lovely head guest!) Juniper Valentine, Pre Attollo (Attollo IF) || Juniper Valentine, Post Attollo Kat "Kitty" Bennett (OG Verse) || Sidra Navros, embracing her demon side

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies @detectivelokis @direwombat to do this picrew, thank you lovelies!

Tagging anyone else who wants to do this and hasn't gotten a chance to! (Feel free to tag me in it!)

[espectres]

@kudakenai sent:

 ∗ 34﹕ shou is found by yukako somewhere he shouldn’t be . + ∗ 95﹕ yukako cradles shou's face .

[ 100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS ] ...  ▬▬▬   accepting !

TRAINING IS SUPPOSED TO BE A PRIVATE MATTER , unless he finds a sparring partner or some sort of aberration that wants trouble, Shou keeps mostly to himself, and his energy ravish by the freedom of his isolation as he finds somewhere abandoned and seemingly wrecked. Hands ball into knuckle-white fists, a long exhale signals his readiness, and he decides that he'd be the one to bring this place into its final form of wreckage. 

That's when he can let loose, strength not held back by any strategic limit nor the fear of hurting passersby or even comrades & friends in worst case scenarios. Power hums intensely within his core, fierce & fast as it pulses & runs through his veins without reins and explodes into every punch and kick that breaks through concrete and splits old wood in halves. Dust surrounded the place in a husky cloud, the colours of his aura cut through with a flash & torrent as he aims and delivers and destroys, over and over as his knuckles bleed and his muscles whine in pain that he actively ignores. 

Because the walls aren't falling apart with one hit, and the rubble of his own destruction is becoming harder and harder to dodge. Turbulence settles in the flow of his energy as frustration tightens his chest. Weak, weak and even weaker - each hit feels less empowered by his own strength and more by his overflowing emotions, because he isn't fast enough, nor strong enough, and nothing he does seems to change this fact no matter how hard he tries and the weight of these truths crushes him beneath with no chance to even fight his way out like he's always done and it's frustrating, it's so frightening, it's so shameful.

And he doesn't know what to do about it, he doesn't know how to deal with it, all he knows is the dauntless urge to break something, and he can't exactly tell if it's the walls he's trying to destroy or the bones of his hands. He doesn't get to that point, luckily, as interruption arrives in the form of a familiar presence that he almost doesn't precept- and a voice that cuts through the chaos of his now blind, aimless rampaging. Like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide & crazed, frantic, everything freezes but not the heavy rise and fall of his chest and the dripping of sweat from his chin. Or at least what he believes was sweat, until he picks on the raw smell and the amount and realizes it's blood trailing from top of his head, across his forehead where the line parts, drenching his face in glistening lively red. 

" Anee-ki ... " 

What was suppressed by emotions and adrenaline now finds a chance to surface as Yukako centers his vision, and the storm in his mind dissipates along what was left of his energy, his senses gradually return in sync. His hands ache and twitch, and Yukako rushes to his side. Subtly, the form of those same hands seem to distort, fingertips almost transparent ;  a useless, desperate attempt to hide away the smaller injuries, maybe then she wouldn't get so worried- maybe then he wouldn't feel guilt twisting his gut as she takes his face into her careful hold, grounding him on a way he didn't know was possible. One of his hand moves to hold onto her arm almost immediately, bringing her along as he finally allows his exhausted body to sink onto the ground. 

Head wounds bleed a lot. His healer has once told him with a deep frown, Shou recalls it despite the profound throbbing pain in his head. And they don't close with ease. Shou wonders if Yukako knows of all these little facts, medical trivia he has gained after sustaining such injuries before. There is nothing new this time, either. No matter how careful he claimed to be, he ended up hurting himself like a child injuring their knee while playing outside. But unlike a trusting little thing, he doesn't find it easy to whine and cry for a bandage or a get-well kiss, tormented by his false confidence and responsibility towards every action. He did this to himself. Why should Yukako worry & fret ?  How come he'd eneded up hurting her like that ?  It's stupid, unbecoming, unfair. 

He can't meet her eyes just yet, his own gaze wavering & shaking under the weight of headache and every little dumb feeling, but his hand never lets go, and he leans closer to the safety of her presence, despite himself. " Your dress ... " Blood drips from his face onto fabric over Yukako's knees, staining the innocent thing that had nothing to do with any of this. He apologizes, then, to the dress and her stained hands and the kindness behind her fierce eyes- even if it's pointless to do som " I'm sorry. "