#there is so much violence in me lmao.
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#i have had to be very VERY careful when looking into anything about the lahaina fire#bc--&im glad someone else mentioned it bc there was no way i could w/o being extremely cruel w my wording lmao--#i have seen more than one person mourning the vacation homes&tourism aspects of maui&truly#i would sacrifice every single one to the goddess of the volcano herself if it would even make her consider helping calm the flames.#i might never go home again lmao. unless i can stay there isnt a reason for me to go&waste all the money+risk my health;#even protesting cant take precedence if it would require me to contribute to so many other issues that impact my home.#&i mourn those facts. all the time. never seeing the beaches back home again was one of my huge regrets when my life was more precariously#balanced&i still deserve cosmic reimbursment for the amount of ignorant fucks that looked at me&went 'why not just go home? being homeless#in hawaii is obv the better move' lmao.#im so sick of ppl seeing my homeland as a fucking playground. even when they mourn its only for what they imagine themselves to have lost.#even when they give a fuck its only bc they can identify w losing a paradise they dream of continuing the colonization of.#there is so much violence in me lmao.
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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE ❧ i bet on losing dogs.
#interview with the vampire#iwtvedit#iwtv#louis de pointe du lac#claudia de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#the vampire armand#daniel molloy#madeline eparvier#tusermich#edits#please no one point out the fact that these are not symmetric in numbers#it's taking all of me not to redo this from scratch cause of this i'm in physical pain#but it took too much time and i need to let go of perfectionism lmao#this came to me in a vision...#the idea of louis' life being this constant maelstrom of love and betrayal#a circle of violence and lost causes#as a victim and then as a perpetrator when he finds himself letting claudia down#claudia who left but then came back and stayed and then tried to leave again but was sacrificed in his name#lestat not knowing how to let go but then doing it in the worst of ways and armand lying through his teeth for decades just to not be alone#i love them all so dearly#beloved complex characters
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Ghost Hunter AU Part 2/2
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For @malevolent-monthly , IDs in alt text by @shadow0haven
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#my art#malevolent monthly#fanart#malevolent fanart#fan art#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#parker yang#parker malevolent#John doe#on a technicality#no one tell me how cameras work I DONT CARE#there were so many people yesterday tagging#oh Parkers so cute I love Parker I can’t wait to see more Parker. can we get an f in the chat#I won’t apologize but I’m sorry for leading to you believe that this was purely fluff lmao#anyway I spent so much time on this please clap#violence cw#blood cw
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Tastes of Whumptober: Day 4
Content Warnings: Mild gore (descriptions of blood), Needles (into a port, not hypodermic), IV port, Lab whump. All under the cut out of caution!
Sensory Deprivation
The sedative wore off at the same time it always did and they groaned, wishing just for once to curl up and go back to sleep. They had five minutes, or ten if they were lucky… but being found still asleep was never worth it. Old and new wounds complained against the arduous process of standing up and feeling for the door.
Sure enough, the fluorescent lights buzzed to life overhead just as they exited the attached bathroom.
“Good morning, dear.” Their captor greeted, gesturing to the chair. Of course, always straight to business with him. But they wavered.
The chair wouldn’t have stood out to an outsider as anything other than a black leather armchair. Sure, it was the only dark item in the starkly clinical room, but that only made it all the more inviting if you didn’t know its use.
“You should take a day off. You’re practically married to your work,” they tried.
“You’re my work, and I don’t think either of us want that,” he shot back, removing four vials from his shoulder bag and setting each neatly on the tray.
The chair. The tray. They were all laughably foreboding. Laughter never eased the fear.
“That’s new.” They knew the first three. Nutrition supplement, immune support, and hydration supplement. Administered every day like clockwork. Days with any more were days to be feared, but they’d started to recognize which drug was which. This was definitely new.
“Yes. Take your seat.”
Always the same goddamn phrase to warn them they were going too far.
“Ring a bell and I’ll probably start slobbering,” they muttered, perching on the edge of the chair. He hummed, unwrapping a needle and drawing out the nutrition supplement.
“Thank Pavlov for lessening that network of scars on your body.” His smile was pleasant as always. In another life where he wasn’t so sick and twisted he was probably a medical provider.
He moved the neck of their shirt aside to access their IV port and inject the liquid, doing the same practiced motions two more times before their hand shot up to cover the port. Disappointed eyes fell upon them.
“Never without some kind of struggle, are you?”
“I just want to know what it is before you do it.”
“You’ll like it. Now move.”
He pried their fingers apart wide enough to push the needle in and depress the plunger. Then he stood back and grabbed his clipboard, probably noting some bullshit about volumes and concentrations, and clicked a stopwatch.
“Tell me when your back stops hurting,” he instructed, and their eyes widened.
“You gave me painkillers? Seriously?” Somehow, they were more nervous than before.
“Something like that.”
When he wanted serious data he didn’t speak much. So silence filled the room until their pain actually reacted as he said. Not only did the sharp pain on their back fade, but so did the aches of months past.
“Holy shit. What did you give me?” They felt like a brand new person. It was… terrifying.
“Your new favorite thing,” he said, and they couldn’t exactly deny it. He finished writing and made his way back over. “Alright. Now for the real test.”
They couldn’t help the way their body clenched up when he stood over them. Or the way they trembled when he opened the zipper pocket and pulled out his knife.
“I thought this was a scientific procedure. Where’s your scalpel?” A risky quip. They didn’t want to see that goddamn scalpel ever again.
“Scientific, not surgical. Calm down or I’ll need to start you on high blood pressure medication too.”
He tapped the arm of the chair and they obediently set their arm there, wary of his every movement as he flipped the underside up.
“If you struggle, I’ll strap you to the table instead.”
That was checkmate and he knew it. A timid nod accepted defeat.
The knife started just below their elbow, pressed in, and pulled ever so slowly down to their wrist. Eyes squeezed shut and teeth grit, preparing for the familiar sting, but…
They looked down. The cut was already bleeding, dripping down their arm, wetting slick leather. But all they’d felt was a mild pressure.
Their captor was looking on just as intensely, studying their reaction.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing,” they breathed. No pain. “Nothing whatsoever.”
He drew another line, parallel, and even as more blood wept, their eyes were strangely dry.
“Good. Let’s kick this up a notch.”
They opened their mouth to protest but a hand already fisted in their collar, pulling them up and pushing them against the wall. Their vision blurred when their head knocked off the wall, but the explosion of hurt didn’t precede it.
“H-how do you know you didn’t just concuss me?” The longer this went on, the worse it felt.
“I suppose I don’t. Not until I check you.”
“You can’t do that! You need to know how hurt I am, you need to know when to stop-!” A backhand flew across their face, snapping it to the side, and they whimpered. The hit had hardly felt like a brief touch, but its humiliation stung nonetheless.
“I know your limits. Do you think you’d feel a stab wound?” His question made them freeze, tears preemptively flooding their eyes.
“No- please don’t. Please. I’ll lose too much blood, you could hit something vital, please!”
"Do you think my anatomical studies were for nothing?"
Pressure. Pressing harder and harder against their shirt, their abdomen, and then a horrific, slick coolness. It fell back and exposed a rushing warmth, blood staining white fabric, broken skin peeking through the new hole. God. They felt faint.
They fell to their knees and heard footsteps, probably wanting to test whether or not they were faking it.
“It doesn’t hurt,” they cried. “I just- the blood- I need to stem the bleeding.” That was true. Their hands clamped over the stab wound, trying to stop it. The shoes paused next to them in thought, then continued back toward the chair. Just moments later they heard his bag rustling and each vial clinking as it was set inside.
At least he was done for the day. Probably sad he didn’t get to make them scream.
He picked up the bag and his steps resumed, kicking something that skittered to a stop at their feet.
“Page me once it starts to wear off.”
Fuck.
#whumptober#whumptober2024#no.4#sensory deprivation#original#writing#my writing#mild gore#blood#graphic#graphic depictions of violence#lab whump#iv port#needles#needle#syringe#knife#cuts#drugging#this one's a little weird!!! so take care of yourselves!!!#ask to tag#anyway haha deprives you of your pain in a bad way >:)#didn't think i could do that did you now whumpee :3#eheheheheehehehehhe#another one that may get a continuation if the prompts call for it :3#Tastes of Whumptober#by the way this is indeed over 1000 words i'm terrified#me writing that much every day is NOT sustainable lmao#but tomorrow's prompts aren't as much my speed so i should be getting shorter.
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I thoroughly enjoyed your medic story! Always a fan when the whole team gets a piece 😂 Do you think you might continue it someday?
Also, if you have the motivation, I beg of you to please write the western one! I feel like there's never quite enough outlaw whump
Have a great day today!
Hey thanks! I'd probably continue it if someone specifically requested it...I just have issues with pacing in a story if I'm being honest lmao
Anyway, western whump! I was very excited about this ask >:)
cw: branding, gun wound, pistol whipping, western whump, death mention, captivity, manhandling
It wasn't supposed to end this way.
With the malignant, rose-colored sun setting behind the shredded trees.
With the blood pooling out around him, staining the red clay.
With the butt of his gun glinting just out of his aching fingers' reach.
With the sheriff's men picking their way towards him.
He was supposed to get away.
They circled him, spurs cutting through the tall grass. They towered over the outlaw, smiling with satisfied confidence. The outlaw had seen vultures with that same expression in their beady eyes.
The sheriff crouched down, pushing his hat back to look at the outlaw. He smelled strongly of cigarettes and leather.
"Well, well," his toothpick shifted between his coffee-stained teeth, "Evenin' sunshine."
The outlaw grunted, keeping pressure on his injured arm. His fingers were slick with blood. His head buzzed, and he could suddenly see two of the sheriff.
It wasn't a pretty thing to see two of.
"You ain't talkin' so proud now," he said, hooking a calloused hand under the outlaw's arm and hauling him to his feet. He tied the outlaw's hands in front of him with quick movements, giving the outlaw no time to protest. "Should have put a bullet in your arm a long time back."
The rope was thick and the sheriff cinched it mercilessly.
The outlaw cursed through gritted teeth, his wrists turning an irritated red beneath the rawhide. "My-- my arm--"
The sheriff slapped him lightly. "None of that bitchin'." He gave the rope to one of his men and picked up the outlaw's gun.
The sheriff spun the outlaw's gun, letting him get a good look at the weapon.
A murderous glint flashed in the outlaw's eyes as the rope was tied to a horse's saddle. "That's mine," he spat.
I'll kill you.
The sheriff laughed. The toothpick jumped inside his mouth. "No, it ain't. Not anymore. The only thing that's yours is a date with the gallows." He stepped in close, too close, and pressed the still-warm muzzle of the gun to the outlaw's forehead. "You got that?"
The outlaw held his gaze, then dropped it. He said nothing, setting his mouth in a thin line.
The pressure increased. "Say, 'yes sir'."
The outlaw's mouth twitched.
"Say it."
Those two words brought the outlaw more pain than the bullets lodged in his shoulder. "Yes...sir."
Somehow, he made it sound like fuck you. He worked his jaw in a tight circle, swirling the tobacco and blood out from between his teeth. Wasting no time, he spat in the sheriff's face.
The sheriff didn't waste any time either. He swung the butt of the gun across the outlaw's forehead.
The outlaw crumpled-- hot pain spiking behind his eyes.
A thin line of blood traced away down his shirt collar.
His hat was knocked off his dusty hair and when they rode away, it was the only thing to mark that they were ever there at all.
A cowboy hat, discarded in a muddy pool of blood and trampled grass.
They dragged him for miles.
Stumbling, coughing, arm ripped at jarring angles. Until his legs turned to lead, and every breath made his ribs ache. His jeans were shredded where he'd fallen, knees bruised and raw.
When they arrived at the camp, they tied him to a low-lying tree. They left him alone as they built up a fire, but his cramped muscles hardly let him stretch and every movement felt like his last.
The young moon shone with a tired glimmer, highlighting the sandy patch of earth with a watery glow.
The fire snapped, sending up sparks into the grey night.
Somewhere, a coyote yipped, and another joined in, then another. The chorus became a long, drawn-out howl.
The outlaw watched as they ate.
His stomach growled. He had been on the run for weeks, and the smell of venison made the starved realization crash down harshly.
The sheriff stood up with a long stretch. He bent over the fire, adjusting a metal prong. He turned towards the outlaw with a slow smile.
The outlaw snarled. "What the fuck are you looking at?"
The sheriff approached him, nodding to two of his men.
A straw-haired man put out a cigarette on the heel of his boot and walked towards the outlaw. Another man, with a greasy mustache and striped shirt, followed.
The outlaw glared at both of them, straining against the ropes. "Fuck--" Too much pressure on his arm. Hurt. He inhaled deeply. "Fuck off."
The sheriff looked down. He spat at the outlaw.
Tobacco-stained spit dribbled down the outlaw's face, and he couldn't wipe it away. He squinted up at the sheriff.
"Do y'know how long I've waited for this?" drawled the sheriff. "A long time. A long, long time."
The straw-haired man grinned. He was missing his front teeth. "We always knew you were gonna git him, sir."
"Shut up, Barney," said the man with the greasy mustache. "Kissass."
The sheriff ignored both of them. "I reckon," he said to the outlaw. "You know how many men you killed when you stole those cattle?"
Three.
"I dunno."
"Three," the sheriff confirmed. "Three good, hard-workin' ranch hands, you cattle-lovin' bastard." The sheriff spoke in a low, harsh voice. "Now the ways I see it, you're about to get what you deserve."
A cold dread filled the outlaw. "The gallows?"
The sheriff smiled. "That. And this." He waved his two men forward and turned back to the fire. "Death is too kind for the likes of you."
The straw-haired man flicked open a knife, and the other pinned the outlaw against the tree. They cut off his shirt, leaving the fire to cast shadows on his bare skin.
The outlaw cursed them, cursed the sheriff, and cursed their mothers.
The greasy-mustached man grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head back until he shut up.
The sheriff's spurs clicked to a stop beside him.
Out of the corner of his eye, the outlaw could make out the red-iron of a cattle brand.
His breaths quickened, rising and falling at a sharp, frantic pace. "No--"
"Yes. A cattle brand for a cattle thief. Only fair."
A new terror blossomed, wrapping around the outlaw's ribcage and rising up his throat as the brand loomed over him.
He could feel the heat before it even touched. He shrank back, incomprehensible swearing cutting through the night. Like his words were the only thing protecting him from the burning touch.
The sheriff pressed the brand down on the outlaw's chest.
The pain was instantaneous and brilliant, a fiery throbbing that made him scream until his voice was raw. He ripped away, back arching in a futile attempt to escape. Raw tears burned their way down his face, blurring his vision until the world narrowed to two things: the smell of burning flesh and the sheriff's veiny hand.
He collapsed as soon as the sheriff's men let go of him, spine curved in the moonlight as he doubled over.
The agony was new and fresh and throbbing, throbbing, throbbing.
The coyotes paused their chorus, then started up again. This time, the outlaw's crying joined them.
#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump community#whump scenario#western whump#cw branding#cw blood#cw gun violence#cw death mention#cowboy gets got#outlaw whump#i watched brokeback mountain yesterday so lmao this was perfect#perhaps i thought of heath ledger a bit too much when writing this#so what sue me#this was so much fun#no edits we die like men#dude i have no idea how to write cowboy colloquialism#i hope this doesnt sound ignorant or blatantly pretentious I'm trying my best dammit#answered asks#whump drabble#whump tropes
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#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#herovamp.❤️#im sooo excited for all of them and im a little writers blocked and i cant pick so ill ramble in tags!!#💾 is an au where they bond over a fictional gashapon collectibles line on an online collectors forum!’#shoto is a trans girl and she changes her name to shouka -> this is actually pretty consistent across my fics lol#ochaco is really encouraging and supportive as a friend and excited for shouka to visit her though this is kind of misguided because she is#ultimately encouraging her best friend to run away from home LMAO. theyre like super close and consider each other family like ochaco would#adopt that girl as a sister in a heart beat#theyre cutes#very much a focus on pre canon shouka’s relationship with her family aince its through her pov#🤼♀️ was originally based off of the betrayal toni storm and mariah may promo#one that i like a lot#but since ive been watching some early jon moxley stuff like ipw style i really liked the idea of getting more brutal with it#im still going with a sort of midnight as a mentor figure idea and mt lady wanting the glory of her spotlight in their promo#they get really nasty with it#but they have to balance it woth their secret behind the scenes relationship!!!!#like how do you balance that violence with the tender nature of your actual relationship#📖 is my cute little rarepair idea. i like the idea of nejire having massive gay panic over being 18 and being able to work with beautiful#lesbian pros. really funny to me#i wanted to put them in a modern setting with some magical elements i think. just because its something different!#nejire as a college bookstore worker. ryukyu as an artisanal book maker and seller. she gets nejire to intern/apprentice with her and it#turns out the books are made magically!#🎭 kind of obsessed with this one#shouka is tormented by her usual torments. all might has stepped down as number one.#earlier. he’s been restoring a theater as a community project. izuku is really into this and he gets his friends from 1a into it#shouka is like. im not doing thay. but eventually she ends up coming along and slowly she makes friends through the power of theater. maybe#discovers that she doesnt want to be a hero. opens up. discovers herslf. im obsessed with this one.
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I think a lot about Dean and how he molds love to fit around violence and control to explain his actions to himself. I think a lot about how Soulless Sam said he needed help and Dean beat him unconscious. I think a lot about Dean believing Sam’s hallucinations lured him off and how Dean greeted him with a punch to the face. I think a lot about Dean locking Sam up in the panic room to detox or die. I think a lot about how Dean hurts Sam when he thinks he’s in danger, especially when that danger is coming from within Sam.
#there’s so much wrong with him lmao. I love it.#when the threat is coming from the outside Dean can turn his anger and violence onto it accordingly#but when the threat is inside Sam? when the threat might even just be Sam? wires get crossed and Sam gets clocked across the jaw.#I mostly think about the punch in the Amy episode though. that one will always make me ill#by Dean’s on admission for all he knows Sam is having another pyschotic break. and the last one ended with him waving a gun around.#for all Dean knows the devil is in Sam’s head tormenting him. and then when he sees him. he punches Sam as hard as he can.#and. like. I guess he did learn that pain drives Lucifer out last episode. I guess he could just be making use of that knowledge quickly.#but like. he’s also been visibly frustrated and annoyed by Sam being traumatized in front of him.#and a lot of it is powerless. he couldn’t save Sam. this is not something Dean can fight.#but you know. what can he do? punch Sam in the face. take his car back. take the strongest control of the situation he can by killing Amy.#idk. idk. scenes that literally make me ill but also I can’t stop thinking about it#dean winchester#spn
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mizutaigen is literally like. the first "toxic" m/f ship i've ever cared for. cuz like usually my taste in m/f ships is basically "unhinged baddie" x "badass wifeguy" *
* (see:yen/geralt. trevor/sypha. adolin/shallan. kataang but katara is sane and they're literally so wholesome like theyre traumatised kids in love who are each other's emblem of hope in a war-torn world! so basically they don't count. anyway. i'm rambling.)
and to that end my friend called mizutaigen yaoi-adjacent and im like. yeah you're right actually cuz like hell yeah non-binary mizu and bisexual taigen rights and all the gender fuckery in the show in general
but also like.
theres just SOMETHING else about mizutaigen that just GETS me. like there's a special secret sauce like the pheromones in that one sephora lotion attracting spiders and i am the silly spider!!! there's just something about it!!! it's not even the enemies to lovers trope cuz i personally am not even usually into that (obv it's fine if you are. but yk.)
so as i keep rotating these thoughts around i thiiink it's the fact that, yknow, theyre so similar. like i honestly truly think they could be besties in another universe: a kinder universe where taigen was not taught to hate. a universe where mizu was not born a girl in a deeply misogynistic society or half-white in a xenophobic homogeneous society.
yeah now that i think about it that really just might be THE secret sauce!!! like the fact that they COULD be perfect and happy together, if only things were different, if only they werent themselves.
smth v bittersweet about that's just driving me insane and makes me want to root for them to overcome all those obstacles, to say "fuck all that" (re:the world and all its fucked up shit) and find each other in the end. to eventually become each other's fav person and confidant. who obv still bicker and tease and insult each other all the time but they dont really mean any of it and over time it just becomes a running gag between them and no one else has to get it because it's just between the two of them.
#mizu x taigen#taigen x mizu#taimizu#[clenches fist] it's about the POTENTIAL of it all!!!!!#like taigen's last words in s1 being 'we're not done yet' like ?!? has me WANTING to see more. wanting to see them grow with each other#like i want taigen by the end to be ridiculously head over heels WHIPPED and SMITTEN willing to die and kill and just be BETTER. for mizu.#mizu. the person who changed his entire life. his entire worldview. pulled the rug from under him and made him a man forever changed.#to overcome his selfishness so he can be mizu's HOME in a world that doesn't allow her one#i want him to end up deciding like. 'on purpose. im going to love you on purpose.'#and mizu no matter how much she tries to convince herself that she cannot love or be loved. ends up accepting it anyway#love as work and violence but also love as rest and safety#and also bcs taigen represents the ideals of society. him willing to change & grow also represents society's potential to change & progress#LMAO okay sorry i absolutely cannot stop rambling about these bitches the brainworms are insane#bcs i just noticed that other mizutaigen enjoyers tend to also be in the same fandom circles for ships that i just. do not like. at all#and wondered like huh. i wonder why that is. and wondering what makes mizutaigen different#idk just ignore me i dont even know if im making sense my brain is goop from working on my research proposal#shut up haydar#fandom.rtf
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Art block grabbed me by the face and shook me like a rag doll, have some lovely au angst :)
Following the traumatic event that leads to Donnie running away, Mikey decides to join him to keep him company (and hopefully help him through his grief and convince him to come back home). Unfortunately, something in Donnie has snapped, and Mikey’s presence at his side just lets him witness Donnie’s violent revenge plan more than anything else.
#i love drawing blood so much it’s so fun to just splash it everywhere#i WILL make a proper story outline post at some point but me lazy :|#also tried a different design for his battle shell mad like it way better lmao#it’s so much easier to draw T.T#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2012#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012#corvies tmnt au#still need a name for this dang thing lmao#donnie tmnt#donatello#mikey tmnt#michelangelo#tmnt angst#tw implied violence#blood#tw blood#violence#tw violence#implied violence#implied murder#tw implied murder#corvies fanart#corvies original content
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Was doing okay holding back all of the fear re: the potential election outcome until literally this second what the fuck to my brain lmao
#wherein lmao means I'm so scared and i cant stop crying rn#no one should have to fear this. not me nor anyone else nor the ppl who have already had to flee their homes worldwide#a person shouldn't have to worry abt violence being enacted upon them bc of who they are which like#obvi isn't a new concept to myself and most ppl but i feel like the folks who'll vote Trmp don't care for it#won't affect them in theory after all so of course they don't care#Housemate and I are trying to figure out where we could go and how in case of the worst#and it's not even the first time I'll have had to leave a place bc of safety reasons (two nickles on that already in my life)#but it doesn't make it any less daunting#i just want to live my life in our little house with Housemate and the cats working my shit job and trying to enjoy whatever i can#none of this matters and im shouting into a void full of equally terrified ppl dealing with this themselves if not worse#these tags don't make sense entirely and i don't care. i have things I should be doing and I'm sitting in my room#paralysed by fear over all of this#i should distract myself but with what? at what point do i accept the distractions can only do so much?#maybe I'll just take a nap again. idk. feels weird and wrong to play a video game or nap ordo anything that isn't trying to research options#i need to stop rambling here like im hoping time will pause while i type im out again lmao
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here's an update for all the "tOuRiSm iS fOr ThE pEoPlE" fucks. always remember that the second anyone steps foot on that land in the name of "tourism" or any other haole institution, that is colonizing&that person is a fucking explicit modern colonizer who made the conscious decision to be one and has spent a lot of fucking money on that trip to get their title. only that kine want more of their kin there-- don't pretend that shit is for anyone else.
drop dead of spontaneous combustion specifically, not even the sharks would want that pīlau fucking meat.
#video footage of haole families already in burnt wasteland is so fucking dystopic its almost funny#'funny' in the way of 'i might have rabies bc im foaming at the mouth lol'. bc fuck if i wouldnt literally#rip these ppl to fucking shreds. god bless whoever took the pics&vids bc i couldnt havd held my tongue.#you know we're all fucked when the governor is holding private back-chamber business-only meetings#to decide to open a fire wasteland two months after 1000+ ppl were killed&where ppl are still looking for remains to tourism#&it honestly seems so much less disgusting bc theres literally footage of haole families already disregarding any form of boundaries.#like this is what we've come to lmao.#i have so. much. violence. in me&no where to put it lmao. i want to go home. i miss home so bad. i am so fucking homesick.#i think the next person who responds to finding out im from hawaii w anecdotes of their trip there will probably get knocked out.#like i dont actually think i should be held responsible for that first hit. anything after is fair game tho i guess.#undescribed
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roleplay idea: barton's trying to say this BS that he's 'good at processing grief' when your muse was a witness to the absolute rage-filled and deranged rampage that barton went on after julien was killed by the joker in which he brutally hurt all but one of his henchmen (he killed the last one because he told him he was 'crazy' and that he 'better kill him, or he was going to tell his boss that barton had been there' and he literally just snapped, went 'you know what, i think i will kill you AND also let the joker know i killed you so he knows to never come near my family again' then killed him. like HUHHH?) at the time with your muse being like this
#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#ooc post.#yeahhh 💀 man i wish i was joking about this you all but he really did put like three men in the hospital and killed one of them so...#he is NOT good at processing grief at all SKSKS and yeah the fact that they chose to ally themselves with the joker probably does say-#something about their own character but i don't condone violence or murder so it's still wrong even if they were... terrible 🫠#no but barton was honestly looking for someone else to blame besides himself for julien's death so he basically went to all of these-#henchmen and grilled them + asked them all whether they knew anything about how the joker was planning to kill his son#anddd when they all answered him with a 'no' was when thing's uhhh. Got violent 😬 like just imagine being one of barton's kids-#and mourning the loss of your brother in a normal albeit sad way on your own but then barton comes back home covered in blood-#+ it's obviously not his... like i don't even know if i'd want to ask him what the hell he just did because while barton is in mourning-#or grieving you do NOT want to be near him if you are the one that caused the death in question because you will get your-#shit rocked let me tell you ☠️ like the only reason why barton didn't kill the joker himself is BC he knew that that would attract-#batman's ire like nothing else and he does NOT want that smoke as much as barton hates him LMAO but DC muses... just to let you know-#or really any type of muse that interacts with him but those who are close to him in particular i would not touch a hair on any of his#family members head unless you want to have someone after you + i swear i'm not saying that to be edgy or anything BC ever since i#first mentioned that barton is always this 🤏 close to going off of the deep end even more than he already is i was not joking at all ASDFGH#tw: mentions of violence#tw: mentions of murder#tw: mentions of child death
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silly goofy that i started watching bates motel because i love norman bates as a character in psycho but i don’t actually like norman bates that much in bates motel. i think some of it has to do with the writing and the pacing of how his mental state progresses but a lot of it is also just the actor. he’s really good at being angry or upset or like when he’s hiding something even but i don’t think he has the range to be both norman and mother. i feel like he was cast based on his appearance but he just doesn’t match the personality of the character in the way i would’ve hoped. a lot of the characters seem to settle after the first season to be a little less contrived and a little more interesting and personable, but norman is pretty one note the whole time. unless he is angry or upset
#it’s tricky too though because his trauma in bates motel is so different than in psycho#he is experiencing so much more violence than what i think is implied in the movie#but he also is much much less isolated so i think it’s just a totally different dynamic than the intense mind-rotting loneliness of psycho#which is the part that’s interesting to me!! lmao#but i think norma really steals the show#character of all time fr#it does sometimes get grating that like every other scene one of them is crying and screaming#then the next scene they say how much they love each other#part of the problem with the pacing is that they’re filling up too much time with too much of the same emotional angst#it doesn’t really build it’s just always at a 10#sometimes that’s in character but if it’s constant then i think it starts to lose effectiveness#anyway. idk just some thoughts#bates motel
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the woke Hollywood agenda strikes again 😔
#they’re giving out POTGs to anyone these days. even she/him transmasc lesbians in trans flag armor.#overwatch#overwatch 2#brigitte lindholm#btw this POTG was soo bad lmao it was just me stunlocking Moira out of her ult and then whapping the Hanzo hiding on high ground#so much intracommunity LGBT violence
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really feeling some kind of way abt ppl who defend tlou2 so fiercely lol. ‘that’s just real life’ ‘things catch up to you’ ‘it was dark but reality can be’ ‘hatred that strong is universal/normal’ etc etc cus it’s not reality at all lmao? and not only bcus it’s literally fiction and there’s no mushroom apocalypse but also bcus that level of hatred that leads to a brutal and bloody desire for revenge isn’t normal actually. it’s not indicative of real life whatsoever. most people don’t carry violent hatred around with them. most people don’t want to commit brutally violent actions for revenge. it’s not a universal thing at all. neil was trying to say it was, paralleling the themes in part 1 of love and hope that ARE actually universal, but he was wrong. and not only should we be questioning why the fuck neil thinks it is, you should also ask yourselves why you agree with him that revenge borne out of hatred that strong is universal and go to therapy or something idk cus it’s not at all. it’s a notion completely divorced from reality and humanity. like full offence but you’re all telling on yourselves.
#like whatever if you enjoyed it but can we pls stop pretending it was doing anything lmao#it wasn’t doing anything but being hateful and you should wonder why you like that so much if you’re so staunchly defensive of it#it’s the lack of understanding why some ppl might hate it for me cus actually it’s very reasonable to hate such violence and hate and brut#brutality*#it wasn’t deep it wasn’t nuanced it wasn’t a masterpiece#tlou2#anti tlou2#like ok if you liked it but pls stop pretending its message was important. it wasn’t. and it wasn’t a true message either#if you think it was idk what to tell you
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I saw Springtrap submitted to a mosterfucker confessions blog and I immediately thought of you, even though I know it's not likely it was you who sent it dsafd The ask in question mentioned how there was a thrill to the one on one cat and mouse game he played in fnaf 3
true. true. although im less of an enjoyer of that since i dont find him that scary (some art does a really good job! but even in those instances my reaction is quite...uhhh carnal XD). also . he would be nicies 2 me :3
#he would try and kill me at first and it would be awesome cuz hed lose so bad lmao#decrepit old thing.#i only really enjoy the cat and mouse thing under certain circumstances. if it starts 2 get too intense its not really enjoyable for me sdk#''ooh!! imma getcha!!'' done playfully or with the knowledge that he doesnt wanna hurt me is fine but#if i start ta feel like im actually in danger its a turn off skfjsdf#props ta those who do enjoy it though!! i just like being treated kindly more often#i think initially meeting him would be where that mostly happened and thats fun but after that no#like i dont mind initially being hunted b/c hes lost his mind or whatever and cant even comprehend reality#thats really hot ngl but only short term. or like briefly.#idk how 2 explain this lolllll my tastes are very specific#spacie splains#top 10 reasons why i never read any springtrap stuff on ao3 theres. so much violence and noncon and i#am very much not in2 it#again no shame ta ppl who enjoy it its just.....not for me
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