#they see their actions are heroic

[mxtxfanatic]

Yes human memory is not infallible and can be tampered with, and records are only as good as their keeping and their keeper’s dedication to said keeping, but with the way the world’s most deplorable people absolutely love to record their most revolting actions and pass them along as keepsakes to future generations, it is sadly laughable how “the erasure of crimes against humanity” is not an actual problem that needs to be addressed.

[gwandas]

Tbh I only like Eris in theory. I’m meh on canon Eris as of right now, and I think it’s kinda insidious the way SJM threw Mor and Lucien to the side to prop him up.

[fictionadventurer]

Potential elements of a coming-of-age arc:

Identity: Learning who you are outside of the family structure

Responsibility: Taking care of other people instead of being taken care of; making your own choices and taking the consequences upon yourself

Values: Deciding which values you will live your life by--holding onto the values of childhood or taking up new values--and using these to inform your adult decisions

Wisdom: Overcoming a childish misconception of reality and coming to a more realistic understanding of how the world works, so you can use this new knowledge to inform your decisions

[factsilike]

I've been seeing this take from a lot of JC stans or in general the MDZS fandom that it was relatable when JC was constantly compared to WWX and his achievements and never able to catch up to him, since many people have been in that unenviable position of always being compared to the high achiever.

And I too have always been compared to my bright older sibling in terms of academics, life achievements, social skills, looks and in literally everything she is and has, but I still don't relate with JC in regards to that.

Because what am I supposed to expect from my sibling? That she downplay her talents and capabilities for the sake of my self worth, and self confidence? That she toss away all her achievements and all her hard work to get where she is just to make it easier for me to catch up to her? Was WWX supposed to do that, just so JC didn't feel inferior? (Which he did, by the way, always treading on the line of caution in that Jiang household between tolerating Madam Yu's abuse and always having to placate JC so his fragile ego didn't collapse.)

And I did build up resentment and anger, but not towards my sibling, because even as a preteen I recognised that it wasn't her fault. The fault was with my parents, who should've known better than to raise a child like that, always putting them in the shadow of their older sibling.

But JC let his resentment and hatred control him, listening to his mother's poisonous words and taking them to heart because that's the kind of person he is. It was natural, understandable even, that he might build up resentment and self worth issues being constantly compared to the genius in the sect. It was alright if he felt like that.

What was NOT alright was when he let his negative emotions get the better of him and control his actions and judgement. JGY, master of manipulation, points this out himself, that JC's issues with WWX were so apparent that the other sects barely had to do anything to get the man to decide to cut ties with him, exactly like they wanted.

It is NOT alright when YOUR emotions and jealousy harm the other person when they've done nothing but exist to deserve it. No matter how understandable or relatable these feelings of envy are, they don't excuse his actions and the numerous inexcusable things he did towards WWX and in general.

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

[reineyday]

ST fandom wank but i saw that anti post that said billy hargrove lived and died a piece of shit and it's like, did we even watch the same death scene 😭😭

you really sat down, watched el delve into his memories to see that when he was a child, his mother abandoned him and his father abused him, saw him get the tiniest bit of emotional validation ever from el, watched that small exchange fuel him enough to break the mind control of the gigantic alien creature he knew nothing about except that it possessed him to step in front of it and literally protect el, a girl he doesnt even know, with his actual life--like he actually died! taking a hit meant for el!!!--and then as billy, an 18 year old lifeguard who teaches kids how to swim and who's had an abusive father practically his entire life, lay on the floor of a mall dying from the wounds inflicted on him by a creature he knew nothing about to save a pre-teen who is a stranger to him, you saw as he apologized to his (step-)sister with his dying breath, and you're telling me that you sat there and watched that whole entire scene and thought, "well, he's still a piece of shit."

where's your compassion?????

[fellhellion]

Something something the spot’s goofy antics distract from how dangerous his own entitlement and resentment is

[thesilverlady]

in my humble opinion I think Aegon III and Viserys II are the ones who suffered the most out of all D&R's kids

[equalseleventhirds]

contemplating the 'matrix but everyone is terrible' ttrpg i'm working on and i gotta be. so so so clear to both players and gm. that the characters are not good people who will get heroic endings.

like the thesis of the game is that these ppl discover they've been trapped in a corrupt and harmful system, and instead of trying to fight it or escape it, they believe they can hack it to give themselves benefits and play out power fantasies, and are fine using and hurting ppl to do so. the metaphor cannot be more hamfisted.

also the game mechanics are based on growing ur base of power and attacking other ppl's bases of power all while the System attacks all of u at once, and there is no win-state to the growing. grind never stops, bcos once u stop ur dead, someone else is coming to take ur power and destroy u. again the metaphor is so so so hamfisted.

[spicyicymeloncat]

Rage

[taptrial2]

i could do a powerpuff girls reboot right <- HUBRIS

[flaresanimedump]

Nowadays in fandom I feel like I have to add an asterisk to every statement. Like: man I hate Fukuchi*!!

*In a normal way! If you like him that's totally cool! I am enjoying his presence in the manga because I happen to like the rest of the characters and a character I disliked was needed to keep me entertained! And be the villain in my fics! I am cool with him existing and people who like him! Liking him is not bad!

Anyway this post exists because I wanted to say Fukuchi's such a tool but then thought to myself his fans won't know I'm too old to viscerally hate characters who aren't also annoying

[todayisafridaynight]

So what if Ichiban was the villain and Aoki was the good one what there personality’s be like?

so imagine ichiban and aoki right. now swap their personalities.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

“The Man in the Presidential Suite,” Scarlet Spider (Vol. 2/2012), #12.

Writer: Christopher Yost; Penciler: Reilly Brown; Inker: Terry Pallot; Colorist: Andres Mossa; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[evilsoup]

in all seriousness, here at evilsoup.tumblr.com we believe that political assassinations aren't generally effective, that they tend to provide opportunities for state crackdowns on dissent and the further shrinking of democracy, and that even to the extent they do work they train people to look to individual heroic actors rather than to establishing organs of collective action. with that said yes it would have been pretty great to see orange man's head explode

[kalims]

scribbles

"( – ⌓ – ) ⎯⎯ he lets you draw on his skin, yeah thats pretty much it.

ft. malleus, vil

malleus

it was... a breach of your patience.

the lesson, was awfully boring. the more you listened to the apparent 'heroic' doings of certain individuals. the more it strips away your attentiveness to the words spilling out of professor trein's mouth. no matter how many times you will your ears to make out the incoherent lecturing of the man... it remains deaf.

so you decide to sate said boredom.

how? of course you need to bother your seatmate!

your intentions remained within the circle of yourself of course. your eyes stuck to the stray marker over your paper so you silently twisted the cap off and scribbled on your paper—then it was your palm—and now, malleus' arm.

"child of...?" man. malleus finishes in his mind, his attention suddenly snapped away at the sudden tug of his arm. definitely not his own decision to even make it move in the first place. usually it would remain stiffly beside his body like usual and even if someone tried to pry it to them it would remain still. but without his attention, his body lets you.

without another word. you peel open his fingers, palm open to you and it's a notion he allows. and he stays silent when you tug his gloves off. perhaps with a curious huff, malleus drifts closer to you. to accommodate your actions that he's yet to get an explanation for.

... and suddenly there's very bright flowers drawn on his palm.

said owner of the palm might just be toe darkest person in the room so it's quite out of place.

but it's from you so he likes it.

he peeks at it, with a fond smile on his face. I should enchant it to remain there forever. he thinks to himself, the curve of his lips growing wider at his thoughts, like he'd proud of the idea. the idea of being able to carry around something made exclusively by you might as well shove him into a cannonball and send him to cloud nine.

it's adorable. you're adorable.

his world grows a little more blue the more he stares at you. and if it weren't for the searing glances the professor sends your way malleus would just let his eyes engrave you into his memory forever, so he laments over it and reluctantly peels his gaze off you. mind speaking a thousand memories, the very same reason he somehow can't hear anything trein says.

you draw a strange looking lizard beneath his ring finger, one that looks a little like him and he thinks that you're asking him for marriage.

that can be arranged... he ponders, oblivious.

vil

drawings, doodles, painting— art. a reflection of the soul.

vil is great at makeup.

every brush on your face, a step to beauty. that is his reflection. you are his soul. he wants to make you look—no, make you feel like you're beautiful cause the canvas he's standing in front of is his greatest piece of art, he'd want to put you on the tallest pedestal there is. the grandest one just so the rest knows your beauty is parallel to none, something they can see and admire but not reach.

but he also wants to keep you in his own room, because only he knows what he felt when he painted you. only he should be the one given the grace.

this... he doesn't know what to consider.

perhaps vil should be bothered, if not then a little peeved at the several colors across his skin. a myriad of doodles, some words, and some simple drawings. a poor portrait of him is drawn next to one he assumes yours, the 'fairest' word on the right side of his hand, and flowers.

he's sure though. you're definitely no artist.

the thought cracks a smile at him, and you steal a glance midst the cool tip of the pen dancing along his skin. "I'd thought you wouldn't even let me do this," you admit, chair having been moved over closer to him so you wouldn't have any leaning problems. a suggestion by vil you gratefully took up, though you doubt it was just another excuse to have you closer.

"why?"

"dunno," you shrug. "it looks unseemly compared to you."

he huffs, flashing you a light smirk. "so my face is, hmmm..." vil ponders for a moment, and your face twists to the realization that you possibly just exposed what you think. but you suppose it isn't really a problem since it was basically common sense that vil is...

"gorgeous." you finish for him.

his aura brightens. (probably will be for the rest of the week.)

your hand retracts from him, the marker gripped between your fingers. and he takes a look at your 'art.' he doesn't know if he should consider it as one since there are a heap of sloppy lines, and the color bleeds into his skin. some smudges that you accidentally brushed against that makes it seem like a messy picture of chaos.

vil strives for perfection, but it's only natural there are flaws. to love oneself, you must love all parts. and to love you, he loves whatever the ink on his skin is.

well, what the heck.

"pass it to me," he stretches his hand, and you quirk a brow. questioning but curious so he indulges you. "I'll show you how it's done."

note. ngl idk what I wrote for vil it's currently 12 AM rn ☠ <- newer note, this has been rotting in my drafts for weeks and I couldn't decide whether to post it cause I wasn't sure about vil's but here hehehe