#they deserve to be in that competition too

[peasant-player]

Not the chorizo of war !

Please no unsolicited sausage pic's for me.

Oh yes the central one is beautiful too. But because of the overall use of gems it does not stick out so much.

The horse one should be elven standart dagger. And later adopted by Rohan's riders. Because they deserve some cool elven stuff too.

As for your question. I personally think maybe the elves after healing and so on did had alittle competition of that kind. Fingolfin wins of course everytime so they don't include him.

Tray of jeweled daggers, probably late 19th century, Turkish The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City

[multific]

A Day of Love in the Gardens

Emperor Caracalla x Reader

Summary: A quiet day with your husband was rare. 

The grand halls of the palace usually stood in quiet, but now were alive with echoes of laughter. 

You stood at the edge of the chamber, your gaze fixed on Emperor Caracalla as he crouched on the polished marble floor. 

It was one of the better days when his illness seemed to disappear as his eyes were clear.

Sitting on his shoulder was Dondus, his mischievous pet monkey, conversing triumphantly while tugging at the golden clasp on Caracalla’s cloak.

“Dondus, you little tyrant,” Caracalla said with mock severity, though the amused smile tugging at his lips gave him away. “Do you find joy in making me look ridiculous?”

Dondus tilted his tiny head, his intelligent eyes gleaming before he leapt from Caracalla’s shoulder toward you. 

With practised ease, you caught him midair, cradling him gently as he snuggled against your neck, his tiny hands grasping at the fabric of your gown.

“Always so dramatic,” you teased Caracalla, stroking Dondus' soft fur. “He’s only after that brooch because it’s shiny.”

“Or because he’s plotting with you to test my patience,” Caracalla said before standing up and brushing off his robes. “Though I must admit, you’ve managed to charm him in a way even I can’t.”

You chuckled, adjusting Dondus in your arms. 

“We both enjoy keeping you on your toes.”

Caracalla stepped closer, his intense gaze softening as he reached out to run a hand gently down Dondus' back. 

“You have a way of enchanting everyone in this palace, even a monkey with an appetite for mischief.” His tone dropped, becoming more tender. “Including me.”

Your breath caught as his fingers brushed yours briefly before he withdrew his hand. 

“You’re flattering me, Emperor Caracalla,” you murmured, though the warmth spreading through your chest betrayed how much his words meant to you.

“Is it flattery if it’s true?” he asked, his voice low.

Before you could answer, Dondus chirped excitedly, climbing out of your arms and onto Caracalla’s shoulder. Caracalla sighed but didn’t move to stop him, instead tilting his head to rest against his monkey.

“We should take him to the gardens,” you suggested. “He needs to burn off some energy, and the fresh air would do us good too.”

Caracalla nodded.

“Lead the way, My Love.”

The gardens were bright under the golden afternoon sun. 

Dondus darted between trees and bushes, occasionally returning with a leaf or twig, proudly presenting his “treasures” to you.

Of course, you took everything he gave to you so graciously. 

You sat on a stone bench beneath an oak tree, and Caracalla joined you, his arm brushing against yours. 

“I never imagined a day like this,” he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“A day like what?” you asked, turning to him.

“A day where the world feels... light,” he said, his gaze distant for a moment before focusing on you. “When I’m with you, the weight of the empire and my illness doesn’t seem so crushing.”

Your heart swelled at his confession. 

“You deserve moments like this, Calla. Moments to just be yourself, not the Emperor.”

“And you give me those moments,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’ve brought peace to a heart that has known little of it.”

Before you could respond, Dondus reappeared, clutching a small flower in his tiny hands. With a delighted chatter, he climbed onto your lap, holding the bloom up to you.

“For me?” you asked, accepting the flower with a smile. “You’re too kind, Dondus.”

Caracalla laughed, reaching over to ruffle the monkey’s fur. “It seems I have competition for your affections.”

“Don’t worry,” you teased, leaning closer to Caracalla. “You’ll always have the upper hand. Dondus can’t kiss me, after all.”

Caracalla’s eyes gleamed with amusement and love. 

“Is that so?” he murmured, his voice dropping as he closed the distance between you.

His lips brushed yours softly, the kiss warm and tender. 

When you finally pulled away, Dondus chirped, hopping onto Caracalla’s shoulder as if to demand attention.

“Jealous, are we?” Caracalla said with a chuckle, lifting the monkey off his shoulder and placing him gently on the ground.

You laughed, resting your head against Caracalla’s shoulder as Dondus scampered off to climb a nearby tree. 

The three of you stayed in the garden until the sun dipped low.

And as the first stars appeared, Caracalla turned to you, his gaze soft but steady. 

“You’ve given me more than I ever thought I could have," he whispered.

You smiled, your hand intertwining with his. “And I’ll keep giving it to you, for as long as you’ll let me.”

“Forever, then,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms into a tight hug.

~Masterlist~

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Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[themilkiestbread]

some fluffy phaidei headcanons because they both deserve happiness

they have regular fights about whether sonic or pikachu would win in a cage match

mydei loves coffee with lots of cream and sugar. phainon will only drink black coffee. whenever they go out to a coffee shop, the baristas always get their orders mixed up

they both snore, both hog the blankets, and both move a lot in their sleep and kick each other

however, when either one has nightmares, they wake up to find themselves in each other's arms

phainon braids mydei's hair and always weaves in a bunch of little flowers. mydei complains, but he never takes the flowers out, especially when the two of them go off to battle

phainon is the perfect height for mydei to give him forehead kisses

they're both hella ticklish and have tickle fights all the time

they try to have relaxing movie nights but both get bored because neither one can sit still and they end up having pillow fights (which result in a steamy make-out session)

mydei cooks and phainon reviews each dish like he's judging a cooking competition, but it's always in the weirdest ways possible ("this dish is evocative of a beetle seeing the sun after a year of rain and tastes better than kephale's ass" "what the fuck deliverer")

phainon can pick mydei up. mydei is Not Happy about this

though mydei begrudgingly accepts when he's in pain after a battle from dying one too many times and phainon gives him a piggyback ride back to okhema

when phainon uses humor to cover up his doubts about himself and his abilities, mydei is the one to see through it and always calls him out on it while assuring him that he's capable, that he's strong, that he's worthy of being loved even if he can't protect everyone

mydei is a morning person. phainon is not. mydei has to drag him out of bed

they give me girl dad vibes. they adopt three little girls and a whole bunch of chimeras

[lesbianherald]

so i know you're trying to process Coming Home being the top fic now but bestie are you aware that you hit 30k kudos?

ok. ok ok okok.

As a warning, I'm going to get really weird and personal here.

I got these this morning. Just like with the last one I have no idea what to do with this or how to appropriately deal with it lmao but to everyone who has been so nice - thank you. so much? this is a number so unfathomable to me that I've been trying to sit with it all day and simply cannot process it as real.

I don't want to care about numbers. I want to be super cool and chill and above that. but this is a really big one. and I think it also is really reflective of how big this community has grown. I've decided it would be odd not to acknowledge it.

This is one of the craziest, kindest, most lovely things that has ever happened to me. It feels so incredible and validating to know my work reached some people. That is quite literally all I want to do with my life. And now it feels like I might be able to with my own stuff. But its a lil deeper than that too. All the comments and support have genuinely been such an amazing balm during a really dark time in my life.

At the start, this fic was always a method of escapism for me. I've been under so much pressure in my real life. I'm in a really weird, really competitive transitional point. everything I write irl may make or break the rest of my career. It is a type of pressure I'm incredibly grateful and privileged to have, but still stressful nonetheless.

But then, as i was writing this fic, it became way more of a lifeline. Not to get too personal, and idk if people paid attention to my end notes, but if you did you'll note I fell victim to the ao3 curse last October in a really big way. I lost a dear friend of mine very suddenly.

Starting coming home was a way for me to write something just to write it, knowing that I could be myself and do whatever I want and just throw shit at the wall without worrying about anything. after my friend passed away, the escapism of it became that much more valuable. (btw I would not post about it were I not in a much better place with it so don't worry about me <3)

I feel like maybe it's important at this point to explain the meaning of all the support because I've genuinely been unable to express it in a way I find appropriate. every piece of art every sweet comment etc. etc. helped get me through this really weird, sad, shocking time. As "cringe" as it might seem... fandom and fanfic can be really meaningful, powerful, and connective.

All this being said. coming home was definitely released in the right time for this to happen. A multichapter released right before and during season 2 as well as in the months after? Like. It was primed for this a bit (not intentionally but still) So many fics that get posted now deserve the same amount of love and support.

I really hesitate with numbers. sharing them, abiding by them, gaining value from them. I also get nervous about how people will feel entitled to treat me because of them. But this is so insane it feels weird not to say a bigger thank you.

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, overprotectice behavior, isolation, abduction

Tags: @simplydlightfuldestiny @flaming-vulpix

S/o is like Giyu from Demon Slayer

Joseph Joestar

🦾​Lots of teasing is to be expected as Joseph is known for constantly pulling all sorts of tricks and playing games with his words all the time. Your quiet ad reserved nature just happens to be the perfect victim for the constant teasing, especially since there are times where he has the impression that you look down on him for his somewhat more childish and joking personality. You really are no fun to hang around as you are constantly elsewhere with your thoughts and it isn't uncommon for you to reprimand Joseph for his antics during the chase after the Red Stone of Aja which he always answers like the mature adult he is by giving you a ridiculous grimace. Once his obsession joins the action though, he has another hidden motive behind the constant jokes and the somewhat mean teasing he does. Simply speaking, he is miffed that you never respond to his flirty lines or any attempts to get to know you better. By mocking and teasing you as much as he does, he hopes that he might be able to get you to open up to him in one way. At times he takes it too far though, especially when he is feeling frustrated due to your stoic expression and Caesar has to literally punch him so that he behaves.

🦾​The awkwardness that fills the atmosphere as soon as he finds out about your past and your survivor guilt is almost overwhelming and Joseph, unable to come up with a fitting response, replies in the only way he knows how to by telling another joke. The hot shame is gnawing away within him though and it shows in the way he behaves much more awkwardly around you the following days, more hesitant with every sentence he chooses to speak. He's not exactly good in being overly emotional and comforting someone but give him some credits for trying to cheer you up by attempting to make you laugh only to realise that you are not the type to do so. He seems to become overly aware of your self-loathing afterwards though, notices how you are very willing to sacrifice yourself in favor of others all because you don't think that you deserve to be still alive. That triggers something within Joseph as he quickly confronts you and calls you out for your hypocrisy of criticising him for his unfitting behavior on the battlefield all whilst you seem to view everything as your personal suicide mission. The amount of times he bickers with you is astonishing and especially frustrating as you stay silent.

🦾​Joseph still stays very insensitive, especially when he is feeling petty and your behavior gives him lots of reasons to be petty. After all you ignore him often, avoid him or treat him as if he doesn't exist. At the same time Joseph is just yearning to see you expressing some sort of emotions besides that stoic expression that you give him so many times. He deserves an award for being as persistent as he is, constantly lurking around every corner in an attempt to scare you or to surprise you. That somewhat overbearing clinginess shows results though as you start to get exhausted from his antics, your own thread of patience slowly unraveling. To him it is almost some kind of victory the moment he manages to make you snap, his index finger pointing at you as he proclaims that you are human after all and not just an empty vessel with no feelings. Caesar he can't keep away but if any other man were to attempt to approach you, Joseph would probably tell them that they would merely waste their time as you are as cold as ice and your heart as unmovable as a statue, gossiping about you behind your back to drive all possible competition away from you.

Caesar A. Zeppeli

🫧​As a lady you automatically receive more affection from Caesar as soon as you join the team in their quest to defeat the Pillar Men. Your introverted and silent personality doesn't mash well with Joseph's outspoken and blunt attitude and whenever the Joestar pokes fun at you for being the way you are, telling you that you'll die all alone if you keep that icy expression, Caesar gets quickly in a heated argument to force his teammate to apologise to you. In public he can't help but glance at you every once in a while to ensure that you are feeling alright as it is obvious that you aren't overly comfortable in busy streets though your hardened expression may not give that away. There is one curiosity that he shares with Joseph though and that is the question of what exactly happened in your past to shape you into the person that you are today, though Caesar would never admit that. After all it's almost like he sees a little bit of himself in you before he found out about the true intentions of his father and before he was taken in by Lisa Lisa. He knows what it's like to harden your skin to not reveal your pain and to not get hurt again yet you refuse to reveal any information, slowly driving Caesar mad as his attraction grows.

🫧​It's his mentor who eventually reveals the crucial information about you that Caesar has been hoping to find out, all after he slowly approached her about the topic. It's your tragic backstory that most likely solidifies his transition from romantic feelings to a romantic obsession. Truly, it feels like he understands you too well for he too knows the feeling of indescribable loss and the terrible thought that it should have been you instead. With that guilt of still being alive comes the loss of value for one's own life, he has experienced this himself. This influences his behavior in every battle that follows from that point on. So far Caesar has always been somewhat protective but he always knew that you were much more rational and capable then Joseph who fools his way through every battle. That changes from that point on and you notice. He tries his best to not get separated from you during a fight, his green eyes constantly glancing over to you to make sure that you aren't in any serious troubles. Whenever you attempt to sacrifice yourself to beat an opponent, he instantly interferes and lectures you later on for it, half-angry and half-desperate as he fears that you will try it again in the next battle.

🫧​Because there are similarities that both of you share in regards to your past, Caesar is quick to slip into more delusional thoughts. After all only someone who truly understands your pain and your feelings could ever make for a worthy and good partner for you and that instantly excludes every other man around you within his mind. After all they could never understand your struggles and insecurities. He, on the other hand, can. That makes him the best, the most capable of loving you. He's quick to humiliate and put everyone down who attempts to flirt with you or who makes fun of you for your cold expression, his protective side acting up. Those protective antics of his aren't made better by the fact that you so rarely speak up for yourself. That means that Joseph receives a lot of scoldings from Caesar as he is without the doubt the no. 1 culprit when it comes to teasing you and though he means rarely any offense with his jokes, of course Caesar is unable to just let him joke about you like this. That isn't to say that your inability to open up and express your thoughts and feelings isn't tormenting Caesar, he just attempts to hide it better though it'll eventually get to him.

Wammu

🌪️​There is no hesitation within your eyes the moment Wammu awakes from his long sleep as you attack the as soon as the Pillar Man breaks free from the stones. It's quite a rejoicing gift upon his awakening though as Wammu is a warrior, made for the battles and the fights. Though he has been asleep for so long, neither his refelxes nor his skills have dulled with time which is why he is able to effortlessly block all of your attacks. Throughout the entire exchange as he awakens his two masters and Joseph and Caesar also join the battle, he can't help but be most intrigued by you. Your mindset and your way of battling remind him the most of what he would define as a warrior. You show little to no fear on your face, always remain composed and analyse him and his own fighting style throughout every clash, searching for open spots or weaknessess. You are the most relentless, constantly targeting him and though you suffer a great amount of injuries yourself, eventually you manage to make him bleed. Instead of feeling ashamed for having been wounded, Wammu finds himself impressed. He almost doesn't wish to kill you so Joseph's last minute plan is a bait he gladly takes.

🌪️​You vow to fight until your heart stops beating and he intends to see it through that you keep that promise as he uses a ring filled with poison, implanting it on your heart muscle as he gives you a date of when the two of you will meet again. As weeks pass and the promised day gets closer, Wammu finds himself training though Esidesi and Kars do not see the need in it as they are confident that he will be able to beat you. His motive is a different one though. He wishes to fight you with his fullest capabilities as he believes that you deserve that much respect from him as a fellow warrior. You haven't left his mind once even if he has only met you once yet through the fight Wammu has gotten to know you far more than some people can during an actual conversation with a stranger. He didn't sense any hint of hesitation from you even once as you attacked him over and over again when it became apparent that he was far stronger than you. He admires that mindset of not faltering even when your opponent is far above you. You are no coward who runs away but gives it her all and just as you will throw your everything at him, he intends to do the same.

🌪️​It's you instead of Caesar who approaches him in the castle as you quietly left without letting Lisa Lisa, Caesar or Joseph notice. You do not wish to get them involved as they mean a lot to you, another respectable trait that Wammu can't help but praise. Just as he has promised himself he goes all out against you and just as he has been hoping, you don't hold back against him either. You've greatly improved since the last time he has fought you and it fills him with a great sense of joy to know that you have trained earnestly for this day. Unfortunately you are still not strong enough to beat him as you grow weaker the longer this fight goes on. However, Wammu has decided to not kill you. During this one fight he has all but fallen for you. You are a worthy woman he is sure his master will approve of. He stops you as you go for another attack despite your heavy wounds, tells you that you can rest now as you have done more than enough to earn his respect and forever affection. He shall give you the ring with the antidote without any more bloodshed but you may not leave again. After all you stand on the side which intends to bring Kars down and he cannot accept this.

Esidesi

🧠​What intrigues him in particular about you is that you use your Hamon to manipulate water a lot during your fight against Wammu, a technique which serves as the opposite to his own ability to heat his blood up and to use his melt afterwards to melt everything it touches. Though he doesn't believe that you would go far if he were to fight against you as you still lack experience and skills. Esidesi's confidence lies in Wammu as he believes the warrior to be capable of holding you and your teammates back so it is a surprise for him and Kars when you manage to get past Wammu, your eyes on the two big fish. Obviously Kars and him are able to dodge you and your attacks effortlessly yet it is the fact that you managed to outsmart Wammu which has fully earned you Esidesi's fascination. He decides to not use his Flame Mode on you though as he realises that you are far too weak to take him on at his full strength, Instead he dodges your attacks, watching your every movement intrigued. As Wammu decides to spare Joseph and instead give him an ultimatum by imbedding a poisoned ring within his heart, Esidesi gets inspiration and decides to do the same with you.

🧠As you stay on his mind persistently, Esidesi decides to indulge himself a little bit. Sure, he respects you somewhat but he doesn't hold you in such a high regard as someone like Wammu which is why he has no qualms unveiling your past to satiate his own curiosity. Perhaps he has underestimated just how tragic the life of a human can be though as he discovers your past riddled with hardship and guilt. Going through it all and then thinking back, suddenly he realises why you had no hesitation attacking him and why you kept such an aloof attitude even as it became obvious that you weren't able to beat him as you currently were. You do not hold yourself highly, think of yourself as unworthy and that someone else should be alive and in your place instead of you. Frankly speaking, Esidesi thinks of it as a petty. After all you are such a pretty thing. Throwing your life away like this would be such a waste. That thought crosses his mind a lot as he awaits the day where you are meant to see him again and on a whim he decides to search for you earlier than he intended to do, all because he wants to see you through new lenses now that he is aware of your past.

🧠​He successfully manages to avoid being noticed by Lisa Lisa and her two guards, allowing him to observe you as you immerse yourself in your training. Whilst Caesar and Joseph train together you distance yourself as you prefer solitude and it is without their company and antics that Esidesi senses that air of grief and guilt that surrounds you. It is quite tragic even to him. After all he is no monster and still possesses a heart. He has never planned on how long he intends to stay but in hindsight he probably wouldn't have estimated to remain for days on end on the island, observing you and watching you as you train. When the day arrives where one of Lisa's guards is meant to test you, he kills the man and decides to test you himself instead. He goes all out for the first time on that day, revealing the full extent of his abilities to you and you fight bravely. It's during that battle that he decides to not only spare your life but also that he will take you. You've successfully managed to intrigue him and now he intends to keep you. After all he has only gotten to know one side of yours and yet he already feels this way. So he is truly excited to see how much his feelings can grow once he pulls you out of your shell.

Kujo Jotaro

🚬​In many ways Jotaro and you seem to be peas of the same pot. Both of you aren't overly thrilled to be amongst other people, both of you have troubles to express your feelings to others and both of you rarely let feelings get in the way during a battle. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why both of you get along rather well as both of you manage not to annoy each other. You are one the few women in Jotaro's life that hasn't fangirled over him and gotten on his nerves and he secretly appreciates that as it allows both of you to work together better as you chase down DIO to save his mother. You are a very reliable ally during the entire journey as you always remain composed and analyse every situation and every fight you get yourself involved in. There are multiple times where Jotaro catches you sitting somewhere alone as you need to recharge your social batteries in order to function properly but instead of scolding you, he joins you as he too needs to recover from everything. Neither one of the both of you speak much during such moments as you just stare silently ahead of you whilst he smokes a cigarette. Weirdly enough such wordless moments bring the both of you a lot closer.

🚬​Throughout the journey Jotaro grows a lot more protective of you as the enemies just keep on coming though he is not overbearing with it all. You are able to hold out on your own and he is somewhat glad as he wouldn't want to babysit you too closely as there are other things to focus on during the search for DIO. During the final battle between him and DIO Jotaro receives the first major shaking that leads to his obsession as DIO kills his grandfather right in front of him and nearly kills you all to push the Joestar into despair. Seeing your half-dead body on the ground, helpless against the stopping of time, awakes something within Jotaro which he was previously not truly aware of. He cannot put his fingers around it but it is that feeling which aids him during his fight against DIO and eventually leads to the brutal defeat he puts the vampire through. Initially he believes that this unfamiliar and intrusive emotion will go away as soon as you have recovered but he is mistaken. Whilst it weakens after you have made a full recovery, it doesn't disappear. Instead it always stirs awake when you are around and this troubles Jotaro to the point where he actually tries to avoid you.

🚬​There's a lot of reflection that he goes through as he slowly realises just what he is feeling and to what extent he is feeling. There are a lot of moments that suddenly replay within his head where you were about to sacrifice your life to take an enemy down. During the journey he didn't think of it too much as everyone on the team was prepared to risk their lives, especially once they stood face to face against DIO. It didn't bother him too much back then but now, after everything is down, he finds himself suddenly slightly aggravated about it though he knows that he should have no right to complain as he himself has done similar stunts throughout their travels. As soon as he has noticed his obsession, everything is suddenly burning very intensely within him and his possessive traits and his overprotective traits are the two things that burn the brightest amongst everything he is feeling. By now Jotaro has arrived at the point where he is aware of his feelings but has decided that he won't care for any morals. Instead he just returns to your life after your absence and makes it silently very clear that he intends to ensure that you become his from now on.

[will80sbyers]

To be honest, I don't want Mike to "love both of them at the same time".

If Byler is going to be endgame, I want Mike to only love Will romantically, this boy deserves exclusivity.

I think the situation will be that Mike had a crush on her when he was little and growing up but didn't really fall in love in a mature way, just in a "puppy love" way and it transformed more into platonic love and the monologue was his platonic love for her more than anything else but he doesn't really understand it yet because he's 14 in season 4

but here I was talking more about different possibilities and that's also one of them, even if we do want exclusivity for Will that's not always how these things go, you can have other first loves before you find the person you're meant to stay with and love is not really a competition anyway

So they could still say that Mike was completely honest and did love her too before they do the time jump and make them break up in the final season, and then he realizes his feelings for Will too and they get together in the finale and then maybe they also kill El off, who knows at that point... I'm just saying it's not something we can completely take off the list of options yet because it is how many writers handle love triangles with bisexual characters

[comradekarin]

https://youtube.com/shorts/JBeJPnP16R8?si=LEg8g3aVYBpW54Gf

Everyone who says " Beyonce's album wasn't even country! " needs to watch this rn and you have been preaching the gospel since she finally got what the industry of white bigots have denied her since the album released.

Beyonce is country. In fact, if you like country, you have black people to thank for it existing ( I could rant forever about this but basics is a lot of the instruments that make country music country music were either invented by enslaved black people or were most notably used by enslaved black people, which I find it funny in a sad way that white people are still taking our shit and pretending it was all them )

Also for the Bille fans, go harass all the white people who were competing and who beat Bille now or forever be labeled racist bc that's what you are. ( not you op you're doing God's work )

Also we need to start calling people racist more often bc I have never in my life seen so much of it after one night I swear ( that's a lie but I'm sure you can guess the other nights )

CLOCK IT ANON!!! country is a historically black genre that’s been co-opted by white artists. this album is a love letter to BLACK southern culture, music and way of life in the same sense that renaissance was a love letter to the BLACK queer and trans community, to house music and ballroom culture, to her uncle johnny who inspired her as a child. in the same exact sense that lemonade was her personal experience as being a BLACK woman, of her husband’s infidelity, her journey from betrayal to heartbreak to forgiveness, of all the emotional baggage black women are expected to hold (just for people to say she wasn’t being vulnerable at all or shaming her for staying with jay). beyonce should have won album of the year from self titled all the way to cowboy carter, and it’s not even close. time and time again white people disrespect black artistry and people but be the first ones using AAVE to call you a fucking slur lmao.

as for billie, i already said the album was cute, but it did NOT deserve AOTY. the fact that people think they can disrespect beyonce and CC despite admitting to not even listening to it tells me everything I need to know. cc was filled with rich cultural references, black history, discussions of the black experience and her experience with being disrespected and excluded by the cmas. the first SONG literally has giselle saying “they used to say I spoke too country and then the rejection came and said I wasn’t country enough. said I wouldn’t saddle up. if this ain’t country, tell me what is?”!!!! ???? ameriican requiem alone smashed all of her competition out of the water. competition that have been repackaging the same sounds, same concepts and production from before. that’s also why they’re trying to gag the hive by bringing up how many writers cc has as if that very organic collaboration isn’t why her albums are always so fresh and innovative and good.

billie dressing like a flava flav cosplayer while her fans calling me slurs over a fuckass grammy. she can feel sad and shit, but I remember when beyonce teared up at the 2017 grammy’s after adele’s acceptance speech and they called her bitter, jealous and narcissistic. they still do! billie liking tiktoks of her crying (with racist ass comments in those videos) pissed me off too. grow tf up. nine grammies, two oscars before 23- you will be just fine baby girl. and this is all imma say about that girl. I won’t get nasty about her, but this white outrage over their white darlings not getting their way is just as I expected.

and you’re so right. “DEI awards”, “this is what it feels like to lose to a black woman” “beyonce doesn’t have a fraction of billie’s talent” id rather them call me and her a slur. say it with your chest lol.

[onepiece-polls]

What if best hat Poll?

Sorry for answering so late, I had to leave for work yesterday when I read this. There are a lot of hats in One Piece, so I had to make choices. Sorry if your fave didn't make it 😅 I decided to go with hats only, not other things that might go on your head (like hoods, bandanas, helmets, etc), because there are already too many of them. (Sorry Wire, babe, your headwear is the coolest but it's not a hat)

[cementcornfield]

Some of Tee and Ja'Marr's thoughts on the Tee Situation

Tee said to me 'right now I get to play with one of the, if not the, best quarterbacks in the game, I get to play with one of, if not the, best wide receivers in the game, that opens up so much more for me.' And then he said 'this offense is designed for so many different players to be spotlighted, the way that I am used in this offense so plays to my strengths.' And then he said to me, 'can you guarantee I can have that exact situation anywhere else?'

....

So do I think he's taking a home discount? No. But I do think that he is very very smart, he sees the whole picture out there...

....

It's very easy to compare this situation to what Ja'Marr had at LSU with Joe Burrow and Justin Jefferson. And Ja'Marr has said Tee is very different than Justin Jefferson. That every single minute with Justin Jefferson was a competition. That everything was who makes the more dynamic catch, who has more catches in practice, who runs faster? Everything was that way. Ja'Marr had to speak up and demand the ball a lot at LSU, because so was Justin. Ja'Marr told me that he doesn't have to do that in Cincinnati because Tee, and this is a quote from Ja'Marr, is one of the most unselfish humans you'll ever meet.

[pastelaspirations]

Controversial opinion; Error should have lost because the bit of him coming 2nd place for three freaking years in a row would have been comedy gold.

O h w e e e l l, I love you, Error. Congrats on finally winning, ya handsome lad. I drew a crap post comic where Ink expresses the same sentiment that I do lmao

Transcript just in case my handwriting is awful to read

Error: FINALLY, people see my ✧˖°.greatness.°˖✧ Ink: Yay! I'm so happy for you! <3 Ink: Although... I was kind of hoping you'd lose- Error: WHAT?! Ink: Just- It would have been really funny if you came 2nd place 3 years in a row, wouldn't it? Error: .... Error: You're dead to me Ink: I'm sorry! I just thought it'd be funny-

[heckyeahponyscans]

I found a 80s Hasbro Maxie doll at the thrift store, wearing 80s Barbie clothes.

My hot take is she's a better doll than any of the 80s / 90s Barbies. Vintage Barbie gets so idolized by modern doll collectors and frankly I don't think she is deserving of it, she always had awful hair, weird feet, and often unstylish clothes. Maxie's hair is like a dream come true, still silky after all those years (might be nylon?).

I guess that is in part why 80s Barbie is now admired, because 80s clothes of course looked very dated AFTER the 80s. So by not wearing them . . . she has more universal appeal. (I mean, some Barbie did have 80s clothes, like this California Dream outfit, but the poofy gowns and bright pink business suits were like "no occasion" clothes. Honestly anything extremely pink was not likely to be fashionable in the 80s, unless it was neon pink surrounded by neon blue and green.)

But that is also why Bratz destroyed Barbie in the early 2000s, the Bratz wore clothes in-fashion for the 2000s and Barbie didn't.

Anyway, I think Maxie could have been successful but of course Mattel sued Hasbro over her and that was that. I do think her name is extremely foolish, since the main word association with "maxie" in the 80s would be "maxi pad", aka a menstrual pad. (I dunno if people still call them that today?) She was probably named by a man.

[calamitoustide]

"am i too late?"

I gotta be so honest I forgot about the prompt list and was very confused for a second 😭😭 but I remembered! and had an idea so I thought I would just write it now

speak now - jegulus - microfic - 1k

Regulus wasn’t even going to go. He was invited, of course, James said he really wanted him there, but he didn’t beg when Regulus said he’d be busy. He wasn’t busy. In fact, his only plans for the day were to sit in his apartment rotting away in bed while constantly refreshing his Instagram to see all the pictures of the party streaming in. He’d see her in her perfect dress and perfect hair. He’d see James lovingly gazing into her eyes, beautiful with the ocean behind him. It had to be a beach wedding. Of course, it had to be. James always had his thing with the ocean. He’d drag Regulus there every single summer to his family's place. Well, every single year until she came along and then Regulus wasn’t as inclined to go. 

Regulus was still James’ best friend, but Lily Evans was… well his everything else. His girlfriend, his fiancé, the love of his life. Now she can  add bride and wife to that list of terms. 

Regulus isn’t at all upset over this. James chose his life. He had his choices and Regulus wasn’t even an option, and that’s fine. He’ll still be apart of his life. He’ll watch his home from the outside, peering into windows and occasionally being invited in for family dinners in a family he’ll never truly be apart of. He’ll be uncle Regulus and nothing more. The guy who comes around occasionally. So no, he wasn’t going to go to the wedding of all things. He doesn’t think he could handle it. He can’t watch the life he wanted go up in flames because he was too stupid to say something. He didn’t say a word and now James is going to be happily married, or well… he wasn’t going to go. 

That was before Sirius called him drunk the night before. It’s a destination wedding, and they all went out the night before as a pre-celebration or whatever you’d call it. It was clear that Sirius had too much to drink, especially when he kept spouting on about how this was Regulus’ last chance. Apparently he had enough of Regulus’ pining and his inability to actually talk about his feelings. He kept going on and on about how Regulus was obsessed with James since he was small. From the moment James walked up to him grabbed his hand and said they’d be best friends forever he’s had Regulus. Even if they were young. Even if Regulus knew nothing of what love meant, he was spoken for. James was it. There was no other light. No other love. He handed over his heart that day and he’s never even asked for it back. Sirius never mentioned it, or at least not since Lily came into the picture. Regulus isn’t sure what made him last night. He’s also not sure what made him buy a last minute plane ticket to Greece of all places. 

He’s late by the time he gets there, and when he’s in the first car he could get traffic is blocked up too far, like an idiot he runs all the way to the venue. He’s sweaty and out of breath by the time he makes it there. He’s definitely not dressed for a wedding he looks awful and his clothes are all wrinkled from the flight but none of it matters. He makes it to the beach. He finds the arch just in front of the beautiful waves, but there’s not a single guest to be seen. It’s vacant. Nothing but the sand and ocean water. 

“Am I too late?” He mumbles, more to himself more than to anyone. After all this time of running behind it really shouldn’t a surprise that when he finally got it together he was too late. He’s always too late but the ache in his heart is the same, like a slice through his liver, and cracks in his ribs. 

“Depends on what you’re here for.” 

Regulus eyes widen as he turns around, to find James behind him on the stairs. Still in his suit, beautiful coated with the colors of the setting sun. “You’re still here.” 

James shrugs, “Had no where else to go,” he says, walking passed him to the sea to stand under the arch. He picks off flowers from the sides of it, watching as the petals fall to the sand, “I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“Oh?” 

James smiles sadly, looking down to the ground as he says, “I thought…” he shakes his head, “When you said you couldn’t make it for a second I was relived, you know,” he says, “I thought I could actually go through with it as long as you weren’t here too. As long as I didn’t see you.” He looks up finding Regulus’ eyes through the aisle, “Without you though it was just so much clearer what I was missing I couldn’t—I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“James…” 

“I understand,” James says quickly, “If you don’t feel the same way. If this is completely out the blue I just—I didn’t love her like I should and it has to be right. It has to be right and I tried to make myself believe that it was but I—“ 

Before James can finish rambling Regulus is already down the aisle and grabbing the front of his shirt bringing him down. Regulus really hates the cliche but deep down it feels like he’s a teenager kissing James now, back when they should’ve figured this out. They were so fucking stupid, and while kissing James, Regulus swears he can feel sparks fly against them; it’s a firework show. 

James pulls away, a smile tugging at his lips, “Oh.” 

“Oh,” Regulus giggles, he fucking giggles, like he’s thirteen or something. He’d be embarrassed if it was anyone but James. Hell, James is giggling too. 

That is until James takes a pause and questions slowly, “Wait, did you come here to break up my wedding?” 

Regulus opens his mouth but no words come out, truly there’s nothing to be said. No defense he can take. So he rolls his eyes instead, tugging James down again, “Shut up.” 

[bbcphile]

Today, I’m crying about Li Xiangyi’s childhood, the way it taught him that losing meant he didn’t deserve to exist, and how that governed his response to the East Sea battle ten years earlier and to all the revelations at the end of the show.

Li Xiangyi obviously loves his shifu and shiniang, and they definitely loved him, too, given that his shifu wanted him to focus more on enjoying life and less on changing the world and obtaining victories, and given that his shifu sacrificed himself to try to save Xiangyi and his shiniang wanted to. So, his childhood with them definitely had more love, support, stability, and learning opportunities than his earlier life, which features such traumas as seeing his mom murdered in front of him, living on the streets starting at age 4, watching his older brother die in front of him and then forgetting his older brother existed, probably from traumatic amnesia/dissociation. That being said, though, his shiniang and shifu made some truly horrific decisions that caused some epic problems for both Li Xiangyi and Shan Gudao! It’s not just that they withheld incredibly important knowledge about Xiangyi’s early life and background from him (who his parents were, why they were murdered, that he had an older brother, the secret of his heritage)--although wow, that is a terrible way to raise a traumatized child–it’s also that they fostered competition instead of caring, both with the children they raised and between each other. I’m thinking in particular of the fact that, once shiniang and shifu separated, they each took a child (based on drawing lots) and had Xiangyi and Shan Gudao fight once a month to determine not just which kid was the better martial artist, but which adult was a better teacher, and, by extension, parent and person! 

That last thing is just so infuriating and, frankly, abusive: it makes each kid think competition and winning is how affection is earned, and that any sort of mistake or loss or failure is the absolute end of the world, because you’re never just letting yourself down or not reaching your potential: you are proving that you don’t deserve their care and affection. It also taught Xiangyi that he was responsible for their caregiver’s happiness and reputation, and once you have that kind of overdeveloped sense of responsibility as a child, you carry it through into every aspect of your life, because you don’t know any other way of being. No wonder Xiangyi thought he carried the world on his shoulders: growing up, the mountain home/training center was his world–since it seems like he didn’t have interactions with anyone else until he left the mountain at age 15–so he had been carrying that belief for at least a decade without having seen any other models of ways to exist. 

Also, we know Xiangyi thinks he owes his shiniang and shifu for having brought him into their family: having that added sense of debt makes everything so much worse, because he essentially thinks he owes his entire existence to them. It seems like Xiangyi felt like he had to win the competitions to prove he deserved to be there, but also to prove he deserved to exist. 

For his early life, he only felt the positive side of this expectation, because he never lost, since his martial arts skills were so much stronger than Shan Gudao’s. He was unintentionally primed to assume the outcome was a foregone conclusion, because he didn’t have any real challengers. This also hammered home the idea that he was right about things, that he should call the shots, and that collaboration wasn’t really relevant to his life, since it wasn’t as if his shifu taught Xiangyi and Shan Gudao how to fight side by side to defeat other opponents. Losing seemed like something that happened to other people (namely, Shan Gudao), and given the emphasis his shifu and shiniang placed on the competitions, I imagine winning time after time was more than just an adrenaline rush; it was positive reinforcement that he deserved the good things that had come his way, had repaid the debt he owed his shiniang and shifu, and would continue to earn love, respect, a family, a home, and a right to exist.

But when he lost? When he had never had a model for what losing safely feels like? (When the only times he lost were when he lost deliberately to try to cheer up Shan Gudao, but was berated for it, and told it was shameful and wrong to throw a fight for any reason, so losing becomes even more associated with shame?) When losing wasn’t a way to learn, but a sign that he might lose his love, his family, his home? What happens when the scaffolding upholding his right to exist—his ability to win—comes crashing down?

Suicidal ideation. Because he lost not only the battle with Di Feisheng, but also his shixiong, his shixiong’s body, his fiancee, the lives of his men, his reputation, his new home (the Sigu sect), and being able-bodied. In short, he lost everything part of him always feared he’d lose and then some. So why would he think he still has a right to exist, after that? How could he believe someone telling him it wasn’t his fault, when all he has ever known is that the responsibility for everyone he cares for lies with him? 

(I feel like it’s really telling that he didn’t go back to his shiniang’s or shifu’s home after everything went to hell; he said it was because he had been unfilial and couldn’t bear to go back after his shifu died, but it also seems like, given that he had lost everything else, he felt like he didn’t deserve the comfort, family, and home it represented, so staying away is his punishment.)

Given all this, it makes total sense that Li Lianhua wants so desperately to think of Li Xiangyi as dead: he can’t actually reconcile being alive and having failed. So he tries to create a new persona that doesn’t want to be the best in the jianghu or thrive on praise and responsibility, while he tries to correct what he thinks of as his mistakes, before he dies of Bicha poisoning. 

He tries to live the life his shifu wanted for him, where he enjoys pleasures like wine, food, relaxation, and growing things instead of focusing on making a name for himself or winning, and he tries to stay away from people, attachments, and love, because you can’t lose them again if you don’t have them to begin with.

But of course, saying someone is a different person doesn’t make it so. He still wants to be the best–the best physician, the best at scheming, the best at detective work–because he still doesn’t actually know how to be any other way. So he still has the same problems as Li Xiangyi: he still withholds information and commands more than collaborates (it’s frankly amazing he works as well with Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng as he does), still has an overdeveloped sense of responsibility (he believes he has to be the one to save those he cares about and stop everyone else, whether Shan Gudao or the emperor), and at the end, is still suicidal (because now he thinks he’s responsible for the death of his shifu, for not seeing Shan Gudao’s plot, and probably in some warped way for the Nanyin situation once he learns the truth of his heritage, because the man has never met a situation he can’t take the blame for). 

It doesn’t surprise me at all that Li Lianhua doesn’t fully get how much he means to Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing at the end, or that he thinks they just want their version of Li Xiangyi: he can’t imagine being loved and still having made a mistake.

[ilynpilled]

i can fully understand the gripes with certain misogynistic tropes/writing issues that are present in the execution of some of cersei’s writing, but i will never understand the “she should have a redemption arc” or “she should be more likeable/less morally dark” perspective. that is not what her character is or has to be to make it great. wanting more female anti-heroes or “redemption arcs” with moral greyness and complexity of the level that asoiaf gives to primarily male characters is entirely understandable, but do some of you people even like cersei as a character, like at its core? like this is not about criticising the execution of certain things when it comes to this character, this is about taking issue with her as a villain fundamentally, which i just do not agree with at all

[shannonsketches]

I read some tags implying that my Piccolo is Gohan’s Real Dad is a hater statement but listen I never said Goku wasn’t Gohan’s real dad. Some boys have two real dads and an ex-military uncle with a shady past who lets you drink at his house as long as you don’t tell your mom, and that’s okay.

[ellearts]

My design for the Abbi Pulling Helmet contest for the Singapore GP which sadly have not won :((((