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Careless Accidents
jason todd x fem!reader
aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed
warnings: reader’s wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed to hard
You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.
You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like they’re in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.
Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.
“Hey,” Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. “We’re doing alright for ourselves,” she said smugly.
“Yeah,” you’d nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did.
“Okay listen, I think the flag—” what flag? “—is by the fountain so, I think because there’s three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.”
“We’re on teams?” you asked, no longer completely sure you know what you’re playing.
“We are now!” she smiled, starting to run. “I’ll bait!”
She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, “Don’t trust Cass,” before scurrying away.
Rather than sit around and wait there for…something?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.
What you didn’t see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear.
What you also didn’t see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. You’d mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.
Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.
“Are you okay?” she signs.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
The response was instinctual and you didn’t actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it.
You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. They’re savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern.
“You good?” Tim asked, approaching languidly.
“That looked like it hurt,” Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.
Dick shook his head, “No, she’s okay.” He turned to you, prodding, “You’re okay.”
“Yeah, I’m, um…” you winced, looking at your wrist. “It hurts a little.”
Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. “It might be sprained.”
Dick paled.
“No.”
Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, “We can get it wrapped upstairs.”
“No.”
You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanie’s face, begging to break.
“Ooooh. He’s gonna kill you.”
Cass had then kindly offered to take you inside and wrap it up for you, which you accepted, unexpecting of the plus-one of Dick trailing behind you like a guilty puppy all the while.
“You know I didn’t mean to grab you that hard right? I—”
Cass laughs quietly as she wraps the bandage around your wrist, amused by Dick’s now-third explanation/apology for the incident.
“I know, Dick,” you say, trying to appease him.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you genuinely, but you can tell there’s more there that he isn’t verbalizing.
You nod, “I know, Dick. It’s okay. It was just an accident.”
Cass pins the wrapping in place securely and with a smile, signs to you that she’s all done.
You rotate your arm a bit, testing your movement under the wrap. As Cass leaves with the first aid kit, Dick remains sat at your side, leg thumping up and down.
He takes a deep breath, “What if…what if you avoid him until it heals?”
“Dick.”
He takes your uninjured hand in his with urgency in his eyes,
He looks down at your jointed hands before loosening his already mild grip significantly.
“Are you going to tell him?” he asks, looking like he’s bracing for bad news.
You shake your head sympathetically, “No. I can’t guarantee you that he won’t find out, but I won’t tell him.”
Dick takes a deep breath, looking at the ground with intense focus. “Okay. Okay.” He stands, “I need to go.”
You watch in amused bewilderment as he staggers out the door, looking around frantically.
Within the next few minutes, he creates and enacts his plan A. He walks into the living room, sitting down next to a very disinterested Tim, eyes forward and serious.
“I’ll give you two grand right now if you tell him it was you.”
Tim barks out, “Absolutely not.” He looks at his brother, still laughing. “No fucking way.”
Dick breaks the serious facade immediately, looking at him. “Five.”
A deadpan from Tim.
“You don’t have five thousand dollars.”
Dick throws his head back, back thudding against the couch. “Dude, please! He’ll kill me!”
Tim scoffs, “He’d kill me!”
Dick huffs, “No, it’s different for me! Do you have any idea how many times he told me not to do that?”
“Well then it sounds like you fucked up,” Tim sneers.
“Oh my God.”
He takes off again, combing through different rooms in the house with hope of finding a quick but effective hiding place for, say, the next twenty years?
He bursts through the study, unwittingly interrupting Bruce and Alfred having a discussion over tea.
The latter sits up with a tense brow, “Master Dick?”
The former turns around in his seat, “What’s the matter?”
Dick struggles for a second before confessing, “I accidentally sprained someone's wrist.”
Bruce scans his face slowly, nodding. “Alright…you’ll have to take responsibility for their patrol duties—”
Dick cuts him off with a sharp breath, “Said person doesn’t have any patrol duties to be affected...”
Bruce processes for a moment before shaking his head.
“I can’t help you.”
Dick’s panic takes over again, prompting him to continue his scurry through the room, towards the other door.
Alfred interrupts his process with a very logical argument, “You don’t think running away will make this worse, Master Dick?”
“I—I don’t know!” Dick whines, stopping in his tracks. “I don’t know what to do!”
Bruce purses his lips, gesturing, “Dick, when you make a mistake…you have to submit to the consequences, you know that.”
Dick gapes, “This is not a normal consequence!”
Meanwhile, you’ve busied yourself with fiddling with the knick knacks and mementos lining the shelves of Jason’s childhood bedroom.
You’re admiring a picture of him and Alfred from when he was young as the door creaks open behind you.
“Sweetheart?” Your boyfriend calls out, head barely poked in through the crack.
“Hey, Jay,” you smile, setting the picture frame back on the shelf.
He enters fully, covered in motor oil and grease, and smiles his sweet, easy smile when he sees you.
Moving onto the next trinket on the shelf, you pick up a stuffed animal placed intentionally at the front. Your gaze finds the mirror, watching his reflection as he pulls the stained shirt off his back.
You smile to yourself, noticing the way his back muscles flex as he adjusts. “How’s the bike?”
“Better than it was this morning,” he sighs. “Where’ve you been?”
He turns around to look at you, taking easy steps towards you.
You return the toy elephant to its place, moving to face him. “Uh, we were outside, playing…at least three separate games at once.”
The second you’re in proximity, your hands join like it’s second nature.
He nods, all too familiar with the family’s unique methods of gamefair.
“Did th—” He looks down at your intertwined hands, brow furrowing as soon as he spots the bandage wrapped around your wrist. “What happened?”
You glance down, shrugging. “Overexerted myself playing tag.”
He looks at you skeptically, but says nothing about it.
He turns your hand over gently, asking, “Is it sprained?”
You nod, relaxed. “Yeah. Cass said it’s mild.”
“Does it still hurt?”
“No,” you say, sweeping his hair back with your other hand. “Barely hurt then.”
He nods, but he doesn’t look satisfied with the conversation.
Regardless, he turns away again, shuffling through a drawer for a clean shirt.
“You, uh, you wanna stay for dinner tonight?” he asks, pulling his arms through, his head following.
“Yeah,” you say gaily. “Alfred said he’s making his ‘special spaghetti’, apparently it’s a household favorite?”
He wavers, halfway to between decisions. “Yeah…”
He huffs quietly, turning back to face you fully. “Can I see it?”
You nod, happy to ease his mind.
You start to unwrap the bandaging, him doing half the work for you. The work is done silently until your wrist is exposed, revealing your bruised skin.
You both see it at the same time—the hand-shaped bruise wrapped around your wrist.
You’re both quiet for a second—him putting pieces together and you waiting for the shoe to drop.
He takes off suddenly, clearly having come to a likely very accurate conclusion about what had happened.
“Fucking idiot—”
You try for his hand but he’s out of reach before you can grab it.
“I’ll be right back,” he grumbles behind him.
“Jason—” you sigh, “At least help me wrap it back up first.”
He hesitates, halfway to the door, ultimately returning to you in defeat. He takes your forearm gently, scanning it over again before beginning to wrap it.
You watch his face closely, noting the clear vexation. “It was just an accident,” you tell him.
He scoffs, “It better have been.”
You drop your shoulders and lull your head to the side. “Jason. I’m not made of glass, you can’t expect other people to act like it.”
“I don’t. I expect him to mind his own strength, and if he can’t do that, he needs to keep his fucking hands to himself.”
You sigh, “Just don’t do anything harsh. Please. I think he’s worried you’re gonna punch him.”
“He should be,” he says shortly. He finishes off the wrapping, pinning it in place firmly.
You grab onto his forearm before he can pull away, “You’re not going to. Right?”
He doesn’t answer so you try to make his gaze meet yours, “Right?”
His eyes roll, “Yeah, fine.”
You smile, holding his face. “I love you.”
He huffs as though he’s inconvenienced, but confesses the obvious truth nonetheless. “I love you.”
He looks you in the eye, face serious. “You promise me it doesn’t hurt?”
“I promise,” you nod, brushing your fingers against his palm.
“Dick!”
The angry voice bellows through the tall halls of the manor, heavy footsteps thudding.
He stomps into the living room, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie watching the entryway with wide eyes.
“Where is he?”
Unwitting shoulders shrug and heads shake. Truthfully, at that. Dick, smartly, did not tell anyone where he was hiding.
Jason scans the trios faces, looking for any sign of apprehension.
He clocks the grin shamelessly plastered across his sister's face quickly. “Stephanie?”
“I don’t know,” she says honestly. “But let me know when you find him, I wanna see—”
But Jason’s moving onto the next room before she can get the last words out.
He enters the dining room, looking right to left before finding his target, halfway to stuffing himself behind the fine china cabinet in the corner.
There’s a brief, tense moment in between where the pair realize what they’re seeing and when Dick sets off in a sprint towards the kitchen, Jason quick on his tail.
“Really? Really?” Jason shouts.
“It was an accident! It was a fucking—”
He narrowly dodges a swipe from Jason, then ducking before a ladle could make contact with his head.
“Are you stupid? Are you the dumbest motherf—”
Dick rounds the kitchen island as fast as possible, Jason testing him on the other side.
Dick takes a breath, “Dude, it’s fine now, it’s not that big of a—”
Jason recoils, “‘It’s not a big deal’? Come here. Let me sprain your wrist, asshole!”
He circles the counter quicker than the elder boy can think to move away and lunges at him.
Dick throws his hands up in front of him, “Wait, wait, wait! Truce! Truce! Truce?”
Jason drops his shoulders, leveling his older brother with a look. “You can’t call a truce if you’re the only one who did anything wrong.”
“I…” It doesn’t take him long to piece together that his defense makes no sense, so he resorts to his last option.
“Please?” Dick asks, nothing short of imploring.
Jason relents—slightly—upon hearing his brother's tone, but still finds it in him to shove him, though not nearly as hard as he’d been planning to.
“I told you a hundred fucking times not to grab her so hard—”
Dick nods heavily, waving a hand. “I know, I know—”
“Clearly you fucking don’t!” Jason shouts. He huffs, running a hand over his face. “You sprained her wrist. You’ve been doing this vigilante shit for fifteen years, how do you still not fucking know how to control your own strength?”
Dick grimaces, “I do! I do, I just screwed up, I’m sorry!”
“Don’t—” Jason narrowly holds back a scowl, “Did you apologize to her?”
“Yeah, of course I did!”
For a split second, Jason looks ready to keep arguing before purposefully dropping the anger from his body.
The resulting relief almost drowns Dick.
It only lasts a moment though, before Jason looks at him again, sneering, “Idiot,” before pushing him once more.
“Jason.”
Your voice has Jason dropping all turbulence in an instant. He and Dick both whip their heads towards the door, equally unexpecting of the interruption.
You tilt your head at your boyfriend with a knowing but disappointed stare.
He looks back at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, lips parted.
“I didn’t hit him.”
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CATEGORY FIVE DYKE MOMENT™️: i want kissie 🥺
#this is not bait but also it isn’t not bait#thinkin thots#i’m in a mood and my dykery is a hurricane and it *will* blow through this place#ever so slightly being like ‘are we just close friends 🤨’ in a classic display of lesbianism#like we’re not together technically but also like we *might* be in the future?#soi guess technically we’re friends?#but my brain is like ignoring all the shit that has been said to me that has made it pretty obvious that we are probably gonna be more than#friends in the future#bc i am a useless lesbian unfortunately#godddd i am such a huge dyke#i need them here saying things to me in that way that completely calms me down in like five seconds#this isn’t a spiral or anything i’m genuinely just like 🤨#‘but what if they’re just really nice?’#lesbians be like ✌🏻🤪✌🏻#was gonna be like ‘should i post this/leave it up but also i think it would be really funny for the future if something does happen for real#scott pilgrim i’m in lesbians with you type shit#and i’m over here like ‘haha gal pals!’#SHUT UP YOU STUPID DYKE#i feel like none of this needs confirmation and it’s not even serious imaoooo#anywayssssss#disclaimer: this is a funny haha no one needs to come in my asks being like ‘you’re over reacting’ it’s not that deep babe x
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reading xie lian’s POV is actually hilarious once you realise xie lian isn’t oblivious at all, he basically guesses most things immediately, he’s just taken the veteran autism tactic of “it’s too much effort to figure out when it’s appropriate to mention that i know something, so i’ll just pretend i don’t know until someone says it aloud”. sometimes it turns into a bit. the truth might be embarrassingly obvious, but social cues are hard, and xie lian has infinite time to wait for the other person to blink first.
#tgcf#autistic xie lian#xianxia jesus#meta stuff#like. he knows. for a great many things he knows instantly#and acts like he knows#but he’s not going to be the first to acknowledge it#because as an Autistic he has no sense of scale whether he has like. reasonable ground to say things.#like he’s old enough that i’m sure he could figure it out if he tried#but he’s tired he prefers to wait#like he knew who hua cheng was from the second he got on the ox cart#that’s why he baited hua cheng into the conversation#and hua cheng also knew this that’s why he let himself be drawn in#like. they’re 800 year old gods they know this#but also xie lian is like. is it rude to call him out. i have no idea.#so he kind of pokes around for evidence that would give him an excuse to admit he knows it’s hua cheng#but then when fengqing show up it’s funnier to pretend he doesn’t know#like. never say that xie lian isn’t committed to the bit in his old age
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Roy and Jamie doing the celebrities read mean tweets thing but instead of from random people, it’s just all the bullshit they tweeted about each other that the other didn’t see in the time between Roy blocking Jamie on everything after Jamie tagged him in a tweet about how overdue Roy’s retirement was and Roy unblocking him but not telling him and just waiting for him to figure it out himself once they became friends (not that Roy would ever admit that that was what they were)
(Also, they definitely regularly seemingly unprompted tweeted horrible things about each other and fought online before that but neither of them blocked the other (or followed the other) because they preferred tagging the other in their bullshit for extra annoyingness but Roy was just at his limit for putting up with anything when he retired so Jamie said something not even as bad as usual and got blocked instead of the public argument he was anticipating)
Keeley’s like oh god this is a bad idea I’ve seen what they both tweeted and there’s no way this isn’t going to end up with them both pissed and probably getting into a physical fight
But instead, they both find them hilarious and there’s a lot of “oh, that’s a good one” and “that’s not your best work. You said worse to me this morning” and it’s the most Roy Kent’s been caught on camera laughing
#They’re dramatic they don’t need the other to see their bullshit to tweet about them anyway#Also Jamie was talking shit hoping Roy would hear about it and unblock him and take the bait to fight with him some more#Roy probably tweeted about Ted being a complete fucking idiot for taking Jamie Tartt back and then joined the coaching staff like a week or#two later tbh#My brain still isn’t working so sorry if this is worded badly#Roy Kent#Jamie Tartt#Keeley Jones#RoyJamie#RoyKeeleyJamie#Ted Lasso#Mine
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i love hypnosis mic arb my fave rhythm otome game 😍💜💜😍🥰😍🥰🧡😍🥰🧡❤️💜🧡😍🥰🧡😍😍😍❤️🥰❤️🥰🥰😍❤️💜🥰
#vee queued to fill the void#i don’t twst anymore but i still have a lot of jamil the goat fans on my feed so with his bday card lmao#i also have twst fans wondering if their game really isn’t an otome game and i find that so hilarious lmao#how both these games going thru the same arc at the same time lol 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#but i’ve been enjoying my feed lol i absolutely love seeing kuukou mooch off the customers LOL#cozying up on samatoki a bit and teaming up with jiro to kill ichiro out of fanservice LOL#i’m so happy kuukou finally got to be in one arb’s very obvious otome bait events lol
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You ever look through your follower list and realise how many people are following you who you absolutely cannot stand.
So anyway. Time to do some spring cleaning. Bioessentialists & transphobes get the fuck off my blog. Ace and aro exclusionists get the fuck off my blog. SWERFs and “no kink at pride” types get the fuck off my blog. Right wingers get the fuck off my blog. Antisemites get the fuck off my blog. None of you are welcome here.
(And if none of this applies to you, you’re totally welcome here!)
#personal#Bleh.#I hate having to do these posts why can’t people just be decent#I’ve been lazy though#Now I’ve got blogs following me who have bios threatening to mutilate ‘AMAB people’ if they interact#Fucking disgusting. Eat shit & delete your blog#I know this is my art blog not my personal blog so people aren’t really gonna get much of a sense of who I am from it#But I wanna make it clear I’m not willing to interact with people who think that stuff is okay.#I wasn’t even looking through my followers for this stuff I was looking for petty fandom reasons dghdvdjd#Ugh#Anyway. Going to bed#ALSO. THIS ISN’T REBLOG BAIT#I’m just trying to scare off some people from My blog#Just so you know-
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i think ive figured it out. how to torment j3. so j3 has seen j2 getting the hot and cold treatment from jace and even though it makes j2 cry. j3 like. he wants to experience the rewards of getting niceys from jace even if it means getting jace's cruelty in return. so he offers himself up to jace. actively comes onto him. says he'll be so good for him. and jace (who's been in a mood for days because j2 and porter are on a trip to bastion city together) is like "oh wow youre even more of a pathetic little slut than i thought you were, huh? sure, why not" and he dresses j3 up in the most degrading little outfit and presses him into the bed and fucks him sooooo slowly and gently, mocks him the whole time like "is this what you wanted? you finally grew a backbone and asked for something, i'm shocked. don't get used to this, youre still even less worthwhile than j2"
I was trying to think of something to add besides OUGHHHHHH but unforch I got nothing besides OUGHHHH yes please. But I do feel bad keeping this to myself so I must release it to the world. If I do think of something else I’ll add it for sure. Someday j3 will get the niceys but he deserves this too
#jan.ask#can you believe he’s in a situationship more toxic than the one he’s in with Porter#also this isn’t EXACTLY Bambi bait but I did feel bad letting this sit here. yall deserve j3 content#4 jaces incident#clone enjoyers anonymous#nsft
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Voyager Season 5:
Banger
Banger
Banger
Banger
The Fight
Banger
Banger
#star trek voyager#the fight#tag yourself I’m the EMH going wtf#s5 has other low points but it’s overall a solid season#most of the Chakotay episodes aren’t great they didn’t know how to write that guy besides stereotyped Native American and Janeway bait#just a hot mess of an episode#the concept isn’t the worst but the storyline was way too convoluted#maybe it stands out as spectacularly bad because the rest of the season is so good idk#if chakotay is a south paw he wouldn’t have a left jab! he’d have a right jab#also is he left handed? so confusing the space boxing#memeish
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it straight up does over time. like there’s actual proof. because hormones influence bone growth. anyway ialso think transphobes should kill themselves
#also i blocked your ip#goodbye#not entirely sure if this was an earnest question or bait#leaning towards bait so enjoy the block anyway#if it isn’t then my bad lol
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Wish the fangirlish writer would shut up and take their own advice. You don’t like a ship? Stop talking about it.
#I can’t take you seriously when you started watching in April soley for a ship and refuse#to take any other viewpoint than ship goggles for that ship that then means your reviews are such a gross mischarterisation of the episode#and your headlines are the biggest bait ever#it’s a shame people like this have access when they only care for a ship and are mad cuz that ship isn’t happening#you don’t like me cuz I like a ship/charcater#okay cool but don’t tweet it on your professional acc lol#also calling people who ship a canon couple delusional is rich lol#leah rambles
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started thinking about gerwigs little women again and I just. I have no idea why it won best costume design, that was total bullshit, and I understand everyone around my internet liking the 1994 movie version better for multiple reasons, (especially how it’s obviously *such* a comfort movie and the costumes are incredible) but like. as a person who did not grow up with the 1994 movie and watched both of them back to back
gerwigs little women is an *incredible* film. and based on it’s merits as just, a film, I think it’s better than the 1994 one. liking the 1994 movie more is legit obviously but. the 2019 one is better.
gerwig took this story that is about and for women and looked at it through a contemporary lens and made an interpretation that just fucking floored me. jo’s “women…”-speech at the end of the movie?? the whole scene with lauire’s proposal where it’s so obvious and jo understands that it doesn’t matter how much she loves him, them getting married would ruin everything they have, but saying no *also* ruins it. that they’re both trapped in the roles society has given them and makes it impossible for them to be human with each other. that society makes it impossible for jo to be human - just a person. and it translates so well to modern audiences while still (in my opinion) preserving the spirit of the original. women want and need and fight and cry and love and they’re just… human.
also everyone in it really put their whole pussy in their performances
#meg in the 2019 one unfortunately can’t even hold a candle to the 1994 one#and I’m not gonna pretend ronan is *better* than ryder she’s just different#I think they’re both lovely#bale as laurie isn’t bad but he feels very much like he’s just doing a paycheck#chalamet acts like he’s in the oscar bait of the year like hot damn#but yeah the ‘women’ monologue is like….#gerWIG#little women#i’m not looking for beef I just love this movie and I think it’s so sad that it gets trashed for inaccurate costumes#and people liking the 1994 one more#which I get! absolutely! it’s a lot warmer and very nostalgic and gorgeous#but the 2019 is also incredible and I wish people would look at it for what it is instead of comparing
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see i have all these spicy takes in the drafts that i don’t post out of self-restraint but then i see a spicy take that i hate SO MUCH and then i want to post mine out of revenge. it’s a terrible cycle tbh.
#it is actually and fundamentally not good for my weaknesses to be here lol#but I also love it! And love the community and the support and don’t find a ready-made replacement for that in real life#so yeah. I wrestle with it#if I could always use it as an opportunity to practice charity and restraint and shutting up it would be a good thing#but I have to be careful with any known potential irritant because I have such a temper and get so genuinely pissed off so easily#while also having poor impulse control#and like. it isn’t fair of me to be out there baiting people with my opinions and being provoking with takes I know will be upsetting#to the circle in which I move on here#but I also love to say a thing I think is true or feel is true and talking my way into a more nuanced opinion is how I do it!#but also like. the simple truth is that it also isn’t kind or charitable or necessary most of the time#no matter how I try to dress it up with comments on my personality and how I learn/like to analyze things#I really wrestle with it. there was a part of me that so at peace when I was gone from tumblr (essentially) for half a year#but again. I missed it#teaching helps a lot. my personality can take the very age-appropriate obnoxiousness and idiocy that comes with talking about literature#to teenagers#but I’m kind of so over trying to have a nuanced conversation online#it’s just so hard. I need the body language and the one to one you can only have in person for certain conversations#and disagreements. tbh it’s better and kinder and just BETTER if i stay out of it online#but I never do it perfectly#I’m just rambling. But yeah#thanks for listening#this has been#3 text posts in a row with Maria
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I think i gotta be firmly offline for a few days ngl
#personal tag#im noticing im like constantly angry again#and while it isn’t uncommon for me to be angry. its noticably worse today#could be the heat could be hormones adding onto stuff#but im also getting fed like. a lot of rage bait stuff again#plus the bungie layoffs r pissing me off real hard#I encourage you all strongly to just fucking drop it. just leave it.#if this is how the company and leadership wants to treat their staff; the game can die.#im stealing my fav characters n I encourage yall to do the same#anyeay im making jokes bc it legit. is making my blood boil thinking abt the amount of people laid off#like idk many bungie people by name but i know who robert brookes is. and ur telling me he got laid off?#insane. i saw a tweet of someone who got laid off today. their maternity leave would start next week#bungie can crash and burn. god. im livid.#anyway yea#that whole situation seems to have fully tipped my brain into Anger Constantly mode#which isnt fun for anyone#so i gotta like. decompress. and not doomscroll. yknow
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Midna says; Good things are going to happen. Perhaps something small. Like two spoonfuls of wet food in my plate pleasepleaseplease. Miaaaauuuuu
#picpost#Midna Dragonslayer#she’s a sweet and polite little lady and she likes to hang out and snurgle blankets and lay in different cat beds and be tall#she’s also the most clumsy bitch on earth but she’s so careful with her claws#this isn’t meant to be reblog bait I just wanted to post my cat#as opposed to rolling around on the dashboard lamenting a foood of ideas and no energy to tackle them because they’re Big ideas.#I’d need to like. actually do editing in post. and I have TWO of them. (the ideas) and they’re both like!!!! multiple screenshots!!! scream
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Ok I know I’m batting at a hornets nest by posting this but…
All these people harassing me (on anon, of course) because I don’t agree with them and think I’m an aphobe or whatever clearly don’t realize that I AM LITERALLY AN ACE LESBIAN.
Also, really? Death threats and suicide bait because I said that I’ll never really understand why ace people feel the need to shoehorn themselves into a community that is based on historical connections and actual, factual, SYSTEMATIC oppression… and I’m the one that needs to “grow up?” Maybe y’all need to grow up and realize that some people in life are going to have different opinions from you, and that’s ok. Whatever. 🤦🏼
#me complaining also isn’t going to change the reality of the situation#which is that society at large has accepted ace people into the LGBT community#so like maybe lay off with the suicide bait and be ‘normal’ or whatever
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Like I get Hino probably want to focus on the new generation and she probably wants to avoid addressing the love triangle but why does she focus so much on Ai? Lol what reason do I have to care about her? Just because she’s the biological child of my fav isn’t enough to make me give a shit
#vampire knight#Kaname kuran#ai kuran#anti hino matsuri#like one panel of her staring at his coffin isn’t enough for me to care about her#i need to see more#more connection between her and Kaname#otherwise it’s like seeing Hino focus on an OC#and I didn’t read this manga for that#like also I’m one of those people who isn’t enamored by the thought of having kids#so Hino is gonna have to work a lot harder at making me give a shit about her#sorry 🤷♀️#maybe Hino just uses her as an excuse to bait Kaname Stan’s into keep reading#cuz we have no stakes in the past timeline
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