#they've ruined him

[c2-eh]

i have so many thoughts about Charles joining ferrari so soon. god why

[official-brennivin]

No cause it's not funny at all when perisex trans ppl pretend to be intersex to "avoid trouble".

Being visibly intersex didn't protect me from trouble when I was 5 years old. It brought me trouble. I was 5 years old and people already made unwarranted comments about my lack of easily gendered features. I was never allowed to exist without my gender and sex characteristics being interrogated and punished repeatedly.

You're not protecting yourselves at all. Those who hate trans people hate us for not existing within their narrow scope of gender and sex. Intersex ppl have to face this from birth. I would know, man, I'm literally both.

If people are willing to call a child a "eunuch" and physically grope them as an act of public humiliation because they're intersex, as was done to me... Do you seriously think you're doing something by pretending? You're making things worse for yourself and for me. Stop it. I'm sick and tired.

And using intersexist terms while doing it, too, like "hormonal disorder/deficiency"... I'm not disordered or deficient for having a different body than you. Go directly in the bin if you think that's an okay thing to say.

I'm so tired of it. You don't understand. The violence inflicted on my body has happened since before I was old enough to know what my body parts were all called. You have no idea. You really, truly don't understand how exhausting it is. I'm not outraged anymore, not even upset. I'm just tired and want it to stop.

I want people to stop exploiting my body and I don't think that's too much to ask. Especially of other trans people who are supposed to hold community with me. The fact that other trans people are openly flaunting the fact they exploit bodies like mine for their own gain makes me want to throw up. You people are foul.

[cluescorner]

Optimus, melancholic: It never could have worked. We were too different in the end. Our goals were aligned, but the methods we chose were far too different: reforming the system vs tearing everything down. We have both changed, frequently for the worst, though I'm happy that he was eventually able to reclaim a bit of the peacefulness that he used to hold in his spark. But we can't be what we were and there is no path for us moving forward. The love was there and I'll always appreciate us for what we were.

Soundwave, bitter: It never could have worked. I was so loyal to him that I would have died at his command, and the only thing he ever felt loyalty towards was the cause. Not that it was surprising, I knew what I was getting into. I was fine with his devotion to his ideals. I admired it, even. But then he went and threw it all away with that speech. The love was there, but it was for a bot that's long gone.

Rodimus, anguished: It could have worked. Frag it all, it could have worked.

[ying-doodles]

bringing it up again because frankly it ticks me off every time but lloyd is not "canonically" ugly- that is a webtoon only joke that went way too far and got old immediately after the first time,,

the most the novel ever goes in terms in lloyd's appearance is lightly teasing him that he's plain looking in comparison to javier and that's it!

[poisonousquinzel]

thinking about just how likely it is that Batman was the only person Harley told about having suicidal thoughts whilst in Arkham in Detective Comics #831

"I was seriously considering hanging sheets from the light in my cell and doing the maximum checkout when I heard this voice..."

Detective Comics #831

and how he knew when she strapped that bomb to herself in Batman (2016) #100 that he had to go after her because she was going let herself die in an attempt to end Joker's rampage for good but that she refused to physically do it because he didn't want to her Kill him and he told her that so she's found a middle ground

"We don't need to end it this way. He needs to be locked back up."

that she'd rather die than keep living with his presence in the world haunting her, haunting Them.

That if he did choose Joker, she wasn't going to disarm the bomb herself.

"Honey. You're talking to the wrong girl if you think he's not dangerous locked up in Arkham. It's like I said. That's not good enough for me. Not anymore."

the way he yells for her as she leaves.

"You're only going to get to one of us in time, Bats. Who's it going to be?"

"Harley!"

the way the two men stare at each other in the way they have so many times before, in those moments when Joker stayed or prioritized their fight over her. the way he knew Joker loved the thrill of it all and thought it was funny, thought there was No way Batman would leave him and that this game had to end as according to the rules. And that Batman would do so, he would follow the rules and save him. The way he immediately assumed Batman would choose him, choose his life and choose to stay and disarm the bomb.

And how Batman didn't do that. How Batman walked away from him, leaving him to die or escape or whatever, because He was choosing Harley and her safety and prioritizing her life over him.

The way he stared him in the eyes before choosing the woman Joker had always left to die over him. The way that it was always Him, it was never a question if he would choose Batman over her, but when faced with that type of scenario, Joker is the one that gets left behind to die.

The way she literally woke up in the hospital instead of them having a scene just outside after he removed it. because she didn't intend to live in one of the two options. the way the bomb probably did go off to some capacity because you don't just end up in the hospital knocked out for a week.

Him saying that he's glad she's okay, after everything they've been through, this war and Everything else. and the way he didn't brush off her concern

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Are you?"

"I had to bury my father again today. I did it with my family."

i just, i can't,,,,, i cant

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

hmm. brainrot. toxic yaoi edition

[rickybaby]

"Every big result always feels like a needed one. It's a happy feeling, it's a powerful feeling. Feels very good and nice also to keep a few people quiet."

[hnbka]

idk guys something about episode 9 of season 4 having ten i love yous and two of them being between eddie and dustin and jonathan and will but the other EIGHT being just mike repeating it to el....it just doesn't feel right

like, why did mike keep saying it? i know it sounds crazy, but in the episode we have two examples of love - REAL LOVE - being shown in EXTREMELY emotional ways with one i love you.

we KNOW that the writers could have written a monologue, just as impactful, i'll argue more impactful, with one i love you. because if his whole arc in s4 truly was just that he couldn't say i love you, him saying it for the first time would have been the monumental moment of the speech. but it isn't.

he says it right at the beginning. immediately. there's no impact and every i love you following it continues to lessen the impact.

aka byler endgame

[kacievvbbbb]

While I love Jack and do think Alexander Calvert did a truly amazing job playing him and the fact he looks a little like Misha is adorabel.

but I do think that we were robbed from how astronomical the following seasons could have been if Jack was a girl.

[terrence-silver]

Hey could i make a request please. Terry X fem reader, her former abuser comes back into her life to torment her all over again and Terry buts them in their place and destroys them physically, mentally, financially and when it's all over they'll thank him.

Jerry and Terry.

A story of disproportionate revenge; Terry Silver x Fem!Reader in the background (with an appearance from John Kreese).

---

Jerry is a man with a common office job and the accidental assonance of their names never fails to amuse Terry.

Infuriate him some.

Jerry and Terry.

Well, Jeremy, in actuality, just another information in the long mosaic line up covering everything he discovered about this schmuck, as much personally as through his sources, not that it was tremendously difficult seeing as how none of these common civilians were ever too much of a mystery anyway, granting him immense satisfaction in the hunt nonetheless — but the punk’s name might as well be worm or cockroach, because that’s in effect what he was, leaning over Colorado Street, in Pasadena, a two hour drive from LA, the July summer air after midnight still hot, the asphalt seeming to let off steams of a searing, stifling sensation, the cool breeze blown in from the Arroyo barely reaching the isolated steel ledge secluded from the buzz of the traffic; the city long since planned to put to preventive nets over the bridge — Terry should know because he personally funded the project with a generous donation and it was hilarious how life had a weird way of falling into place and connecting in the most bizarre ways on a bridge of occasional suicides where your ex was standing, hands in pockets, staring down into the dark depths of the river below, no such net in sight just yet except for a couple of signs issuing a warming that it was dangerous to lean over the railings, nothing separating him from the flowing abyss below. Him and the Mayor shook hands on the business venture two years ago. The news even reported on it with all the adulation in the world. Terry’s picture was in the paper. He was all over the news — long enough to distract from all his other ventures. But, it was one of those urban landscaping deals that would dawn on the news and then take years, perhaps decades, to be actually realized. Meant that Jerry could jump — and there would be nothing to save him from doing so. No cameras installed for security measures just yet either. Maintenance. Terry knew, because this was Terry’s city.

Terry’s country and State.

Nobody in sight right at this moment.

Merely a narrow concrete path along the bridge for pedestrians.

Terry, the stranger, snug in his leather jacket, not minding the heat, pretending to be an innocent bypasser.

Truth of the matter was, he ruined this man’s life and he developed the progression of the slow decay all along the way with great interest and like a cat eagerly eying a moving red string, Terry’s effortlessly led him here, deliberately, right to this very place, this very spot, on this very night, on this very bridge and the guy never even realized he had no say in any of it or that none of it was an accident. Jeremy got let off of work. Accused of embezzlement. Embroidered in schemes. In debt. Reputation ruined. Social circle gone. All that jazz. All the classics. And Terry did it all. Weaved it all. And it culminated in this. Do a flip, he thought to himself, approaching the man under the headlights, leisurely, acting like someone who accidentally stumbled upon a scene he wasn’t supposed to stumble upon, en route to somewhere else, haunting the city, stopping in his tracks, behind a steel pillar, watching Jerry climb over the ledge; He could say something now. It would've been expected. A hastily thrown in 'Hey, you there! Stop!' or 'Hey, you! Don't do it! Lets talk, man! Life can be good, actually. It can be good when you're not crossing Terry Silver, that is.' Something faux-poignant. Something mean. Something mocking. Something distracting or even infuriating to bait the man into arguing rather than hurting himself. Anything, so long as it distracts and causes the man to hesitate and think twice, but it’s only once Jerry’s heel is slipping over the edge of the pipe he was perched up on does Terry act, allowing himself to smile from where he's standing, seamlessly, feeling his mouth twitch upward, watching the shadow disappear over the railing into the darkness of the night. The next day, there's a suicide report briefly on the news and you never even catch it in the whirlwind of all the other crime circulating in the media. Your asshole ex, identified by his wallet and the documentation found in his soaked interior pocket, fished out by the loading docks. Just another statistic.

-"So, what he’d do?"-

John asked him on one occasion when Terry told him of his plans.

-"Nothing much."- Terry slings his arm over his driver seat leisurely, chuckling. He didn't treat you as well as you deserved? Tried to occasional get in contact with you again and stay on, quote-unquote 'good terms'. What did that even mean? Good terms? Wasn't that enough to warrant execution? Terry thought it was. It was a crappy, mediocre relationship and nobody had to put their hands on you for Terry to be convinced that deserved payback. Not to mention --- the said entanglement wasted your time. Time that would've been better spent with him if you weren't busy wasting it with some Jerry. Revenge. Reason for revenge, right there. They were parked near Griffith Observatory, in the embrace of a forested path, all zig-zags and steep rocks, the skyline of the city visible from a nearby slope, offering them both a view and sufficient privacy to talk. -"I just want him to die."- Terry confess bluntly, nearly cackling as the words rolled off of his tongue, sensing something exciting coil around in his gut like so many butterflies, seeing no reason to hide these things from his Captain after everything they've been through together and John gives him a lopsided, paternal smile, halfway critical, halfway entertained, like he was about to throw in the talk.

-"Terry…"-

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head and Terry instantly protests.

Show mercy!? Why!? Since when were they the mercy-showing types!?

-"What? What!?"-

He finds himself whining slamming the palm of his hand against the backrest of the leather seats, feeling his own face furrow up. -"C’mon, Johnny!"- He sighs profoundly, rolling his eyes, annoyed and exasperated. This was some prime-time bullshit. -"Don’t you dare tell me that you never wanted anyone someone you loved loved before you to just, you know…"- He starts, trailing off, digging his teeth into his lower lip. Savoring the moment. -"Drop dead?"- He says it then, and it tastes so sweet, like caramel coated candy dipped in white powder. Terry knew all about Johnny nearly beating his beloveds Betsy's then-beau halfway to death on the parking lot of the Deli he worked in before the army. They were exactly the same, him and John Kreese. A Cobra doesn't tolerate competition. It's not in it's nature to. John says nothing. Almost as if contemplating that memory himself, looking off into the distance, pulling up the collar of his brown vest jacket on the passenger seat beside him, his face crinkling into a grim smile, not saying yes but not saying no either. Terry has the odd impulse to kick his feet up in the air in a flash of euphoria. -"We could always rough him up. Scare him. Hurt him, make him piss his pants and call it a day. I'm available for that."- John murmurs, the deep rumbling sound emanating from his throat recognized only as a suppressed chuckle. Terry grabs John by the shoulder and shakes him in excitement, halfway hugging him in joy. While kicking that Creature to a pulp did sound exciting it wasn't part of the plan. -"My man! Now we're talking! But, that would only martyr him!"- Terry lifts up his hands, engrossed in his own imagination. He felt more comfortable and content if this guy was just wiped out of existence altogether. Like, hit by a moving bus, perhaps. A guy that put his dick inside of you before being alive and well out there? Yeah. Unacceptable. -"No."- Terry says with a sense of looming doom. -"This is so final. There’s no coming back from it. And what’s best?"- He pauses slightly for dramatic timing, presenting the whole picture to John the way a storyteller would describe the synopsis of his newest magnum opus.

-"I’ll ensure he’ll do to himself."-

Six months into this special project and Terry never once put his hands on Jeremy. Could've. Itched to. But, he didn't. If Jerry deteriorated, it's because he ruined himself. With every drink, every cigarette and every sleepless, stressful night in tow. All Terry did was set events in motion and brought about the right environments for someone to start feeling profoundly unhappy.

-"I've put him through enough pain and now it's time to go to sleep."-

There can be only one, he almost halfway desires to add but he withholds at the last moment once he spots a shift on John's face --- that he didn't need any more convincing. Maybe it was an old habit --- an army habit --- but whenever Terry seriously wanted to end someone, he always came to Johnny first. To discuss the matter. Strategize. Get his greenlight from his Captain to go out into the field and terminate with extreme prejudice. That's how the hierarchy worked. Terry would do whatever he wanted anyway irregardless of John but he supposed he wanted to let him know. For old times sake. Reason why he invited him to meet here today. That and to gloat. -"Alright, Terry. If you say so."- John smiles that gruff smile of his, finally capitulating and Terry finally allows himself to breathe again after what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, letting himself be as jubilant as he wanted, turning the key in the ignition along with the steering wheel almost immediately, ready to get a move on, wasting not a second longer. There was a five star restaurant just down the road with their name on it. -"Of course I say so, Johnny! What I say is best!"- He exclaims, one hand on the wheel and another on the back of his John's neck, patting him triumphantly. Enough talk. Time to crack open the bottles before the big bang. You knew he was out with his oldest friend. You merely didn't know the context, is all. -"Reservations at five. Lets go grab that chow and celebrate!"- Terry practically shouts in euphoria, throwing a joyous glance at John, making a sharp U-turn. -"Ever ate a turkey stuffed with a chicken that's stuffed with a quail!?"- He snickers, knowing for a fact that Johnny would probably need everything in him not to roll his eyes at the option of orders, but regardless, he lived for treating his Captain to the finer things, just like he lived for removing each and every person from your past until nobody but him remains. Him, representing the future. -"I'd prefer plain good old bacon and some beer."- John mutters with a small, fox-like grin just like Terry knew he would, taking a relish in poking and prodding at him anyway. His Captain's wish is his command. They'd have so much to toast for today.

-"Done, baby!"-

Is all Terry says, laughing as he speeds away, down the woodland highway.

---

When you discover the news because he effectively tells you, deciding to control when and how the information reaches and that it might as well reach you from his own mouth, naturally, as expected, your mood turns gloomy. For days. Weeks. More time wasted and he despised it, deciding to immediately take you on a cruise of the Bahamas to distract you from it, but deciding tactically that you just had to ride it out. And you did. Week two on the deck of his yacht, eventually, slumped, looking out to the ocean, knees against your chest sitting on deck, you decide to speak. -"Terry, this will be such a weird thing to say."- You stutter, unsure of yourself and yet he's there, tracking your every movement and expression like a sonar radar. -"Maybe even meanspirited."- Will it now? Good. You were about to get whatever useless thing was still lodged in your system out of yourself. He's by your side, sitting beside you, looking at you intently, not wanting to miss a thing. -"But, I'm oddly glad I got out on time. That I met you."- You confess, holding back tears. Wasn't easy discovering that your ex was practically six figures in debt and wanted on several charges and that if you stayed with him, it would've reflected on you as well. Dragged you down with him. To the bottom of river Arroyo. That's what your pretty little head thought and Terry coos, massaging the edge of your scalp in gentle motions with his fingers, letting that beautiful brain below think whatever he wanted it to think. Oh, he loved you so. You were made for the greenest of pastures. For him. -"He would've destroyed his life as well as my own and I'm relieved the universe moved me out of the way when it did. That it brought me you. Thank you."- Ah. There it was. There were tears in your eyes flowing freely and you were thanking him, never even realizing you were unknowingly expressing gratitude that he effectively crapped all over your ex's life and led him to suicide. Stood by and watched while he did a triple Salto off of a bridge. The blood and the heat shoots down into his cock. How could it not? In any other situation he would've dragged Jerry's waterlogged swollen carcass fished out of the river at your feet and present it to you like a cat presents its owner a dead mouse. -"He was never bad towards me, exactly. But, he was never fully good either, you know? But, definitely not bad enough to deserve this."- Oh, Terry knew alright. It is just that he considered that your ex not being fully good towards you was a capital offense that found it's equivalent payback only in death. So, yeah. Punk deserved it.

Had it long time coming.

-"Is that fucked up and evil of me? To feel relieved I left on time? I feel so awful it's crazy! A man died!"-

A weak, nuisance man died, Terry wants to correct, but instead he settles into the act of collecting your tears with the tip of his fingers, letting none of them escape, feigning outrage, yet partially feeling said emotion in it's most genuine capacity; Jeremy died! Fuck sake, who cares! This guilt would evaporate and you'd find it fading overtime, because he'd be here to ensure it fades; there was almost nothing meaningfully positive for you to vindicate or romanticize and far too much crappy and mediocre to actually mourn or remember fondly. That was the good thing about measly, middle-of-the-road, middling, lukewarm individuals; too grey to be turned into saints and too grey to be turned into devils. The only thing one could do with them, whether one wanted to or not is to forget them. Where he could easily replace them and everyone else you ever trifled with, usurping their very vacancy and every emotion sent their way, be it good or bad. All of it. Only his. -"Fucked up!? Huh!? No way! It's not! Are you even listening to yourself!?"- He shakes his head vigorously, letting his disapproval grow visible, pulling you close, until the side of your body melts with his and you're effectively there, drying up your tears in his embrace, the open sea breeze against you. Terry grabs your face with both hands, making you look at him. -"You wanted a normal, stable life! Of course you did! Who wouldn't!?"- Terry explains, separating his gaze from you for but a second to point the tip of his nose out towards the blue expanse of the sunlit Atlantic.

[bitchthefuck1]

you know what, I actually will talk about this because it's bothering me. The issue with focussing so heavily on syd and carmy's potential for a romantic relationship isn't that there's something inherently unintellectual about romance or whatever, it's that a lot of people seem incapable of doing that without immediately flattening the story and ignoring or intentionally misreading any and all nuance for the sake of that romance. Every scene suddenly becomes about how it impacts their relationship, every analysis is done through a romantic lens, every frame or line of dialogue becomes about finding some easter egg or hint that "proves" these people should start dating. Their dynamic is absolutely a fundamental part of this show, but if you can only see it as a will-they-won't-they, you miss so much of what the story is actually trying to say with these two.

There are good versions of this story where their relationship is romantic and there are good versions of this story where it isn't, but as soon as you decide them being together is "the point," you lose the ability to actually judge the story for what it is, not what you want it to be.

[theinfinitedivides]

they f*cking killed him.

[nixie-deangel]

if your're still taking emojis I would like to ask for 🍼🍼, 🥰🥰 and ✨✨

🍼 non navy bradley/fighter pilot jake as parents - hangster

“Man, she’s adorable,” Javy grinned, smiling down at the seven month old sleeping in his arms. “Most get it all from Bradley,” he teases and grins wider as he watches Jake scoff loudly and Bradley let out a cackle.  “Baby, you have got to bring him home more, I like him, he’s great,” Bradley grins, turning to smile at Jake nothing but love and affection in his eyes, written into the lines of his face.  “You’re only saying that, darlin’, cause he thinks you're cool because our daughter is,” Jake snarked back with a grin. “And she obviously gets it from me,” Bradley says, smile widening as he moves to poke Jake in his side, causing him to let out a squeak of laughter.  “Lies, honey, it’s all lies,” Jake laughed, playfully shoving Bradley back.

🥰 Kinktober - Virgin Bradley

“I do,” Bradley whispers, shyly, glancing at Jake before looking away quickly. “I do. I just. I just don’t want to ruin my chances with you,” he explains, awkward and tentative, eyes flickering to look at him before moving away quickly. Again and again. Jake reached out slowly, giving Bradley enough to move back or swat him a way if he wanted to, before gently cupping his cheeks and tilting his head enough Jake could look him in the eyes as he spoke to him. “Darlin’, I’ve been waitin’ more than a decade 'for you to give me any indication you’d let me have you. So there ain’t a damn thing you could do, that would send me runnin’ for the hills, honey. Nothin’ at all.”

✨ Retired Bradley, Jake climbing Command

Bradley laughs, soft and fond, as he watches Jake stumble at the sight of him. Smiling, he gives a little wave, only slightly awkward considering it had been nearly half a decade since he had last laid eyes on the man. “How are you?” “Uh, good? I’m good,” Jake answers, stumbling over his words, as his eyes kept roaming all over him. “You. Curls?” he asks, a little strangled before he gives his head a little shake and seems to be trying to gather himself.

Make Nixie Write!

[clockwork-carstairs]

TID parallels that kill me

Tessa’s ‘I was meant to love you. All I did was shorten your life’ vs Jem’s ‘A proposal is a promise. to love and care for someone always. I did not mean to break mine to you’

Tessa telling Jem ‘You will always be human to me’ and Jem telling Tessa ‘You are human. In all the ways that matter.’

Will and Tessa being unable to say goodbye to Jem: ‘Will could not bring himself to say goodbye, or to say anything at all’ and ‘Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.’

And the world stopping for Tessa and Will when they see Jem again:

‘All the air rushed out of Tessa’s lungs in a single instant. Jem. It was as if the world had stopped. Every figure was still, frozen in time. Tessa stared across the room at Jem, and he looked back at her.’ and ‘“Jem,” he said. There was a stillness around them both, a gap in the battle, an eerie timeless silence.’

These three just pull at my heart. every single time.

[the-violet-galaxy]

The simulation of Nexus: "You just tried to kill the people that you lied to for months, saying you were their family!"

Ruin: Oh... You were my family, I can admit that...

Me: Just rip out my heart, why don't you,,,

[quackle]

why is she glaring at him. with her lil balled up fists and her big frown. all he said was fart nuggets for getting picked last. which is far from the worst thing he's done truly. so what was her deal here. he didn't even do anything to her. i think she wants him deceased and i cannot figure out why yet.