#this was pure violence

[sparkledfirecracker]

I know you like Ari and this was too cute lol

EMMYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! HOW DARE THEE ATTACK ME?

I LOVE THAT HEAD NOD, I LOVE THAT LOOK (his best look in the worst film), I’D CLIMB HIM LIKE A EUCALYPTUS TREE AND MUNCH ON HIS LEAVES LIKE A GOOD KOALA WOULD.

I could give an entire PowerPoint presentation with arguments, visuals and what not on this man and why Ari is the crème de la crème of his characters. My heart 🫠 ♥️

[ghostbsuter]

"What the fuck did you do!?" Sam snaps, glaring at Tucker.

"I don't know!" The man in the chair replies helplessly, fingers tapping desperately as they crash landed not even seconds ago. Quote nicely actually.

"Where are we? Is this a new dimension? Tucker! Is danny here??"

"Sam, I swear if I knew I would be telling you!"

She groans, opening the latch of the ship and storming out. It was normal, similar to their own world.

Sitting down on the gras, grasping the greens of this world, she hums at the thriving energy pulsing.

"Who are you?" A teen in clad red and black holds his bo staff threateningly at her, behind him following a guy flying and two- a girl and boy- hanging back.

"No, who are you? What's up with those costumes?"

The boy blinks, taken aback.

"That's Robin," the flying teen says with a gruff, arms crossed. "I'm super boy. We're the Young Justice, you landed in that shabby thing-" He threw a thumbs up at their ship.

"In our city."

Sam doesn't know what to make out of them.

"Okayyy, what's up with the costumes again?"

Robin pipes in. "We're heroes."

"No fucking way." Them? Heroes? What.

"Yes, way." The one boy from the back appears in milliseconds, puffing his chest with a grin.

The blond girl follows with a sigh, it's fond and not a moment later is she back in confused stance.

"I don't believe you."

[hella1975]

pov you got asked if you prefer messi or ronaldo and you said mbappe

in the club gonna pretend im french let’s see how quick I get punched

[axolotlclown]

We need to remember that Shubble stated that Wilbur would manipulate and gaslight friends and family. With this, we must be patient with streamers that were close to Wilbur. This was likely surprising and shocking for them. They may need time to come to terms with what has happened.

I have been vocal about how important it is for men to be critical about abusive behaviors. However, Wilbur had many close friends—some would even consider him family—and now they may feel they hardly knew him at all.

There is a deep stress felt by viewers. It is difficult to think we have given any amount of time or money to an abuser. Could you imagine a close friend right now? The pain and betrayal must sear. They need time to understand what has happened and come to terms with it. Many of them may not be live in the coming days (weeks even).

That being said, as time passes, criticism may be necessary. Complacency is not an option. Men that are willing to ignore abuse to protect an abuser are just as pathetic as the abusers themselves.

Let's give this situation time to breathe. I ask that we give patience and courtesy to those close to Wilbur at this time. But please do not forget that this happened. There may be a few streamers hoping to lay low and then drop a collab in a few months. Do not let them. This is too important.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

an absolute genius wonderful friend of mine had the WORLD'S BEST SUGGESTION,,,,

switcharoo AU Eclipse (Solar) + Afton Virus AU 💕💕💕

[samglyph]

Ghost Hunter AU Part 2/2

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[liauditore]

cw// implied character death, double life nonsense

because you are love itself.

[invidiatechdemo]

did you forget?

that your sister is a human being?

that she's capable of being mad? mad at You, even?

[cyanorhis]

In terms of “canon-compliant” zutara, I think often about how Zuko’s development is both his redemption and his doom.

Because how come the obsessive go-getter of the show does not fight harder against fate (bryke’s annoying ass) to save his beloved from putting herself into a rewardless martyr-like situation in the form of a marriage that serves as repopulation program? (Which I always thought was ridiculous).

He learns bit by bit to acknowledge and make up for his mistakes. He respects Katara above all else. He fights fair. He does not guilt-trip her nor treat her like a reward. He loves her. He gave his life for her. He would not have survived had she not been the exceptional person she is. He supports her decisions no matter what. He listens to her.

So when she tells him about her ridiculously good and selfish intentions of pandering (once again) to a non-celibate Monk who wishes to have her mother his children for the sake of airbending and his supposed affection that was born out of the self-insert of narrators who give way too much importance to childhood crushes for one’s babysitter, he might argue but he can’t help but love her and respect her decision, both horrified by the cruelty of fate (aka bryke) and filled with admiration for the person she has always been.

If Orpheus loved Eurydice too much not to turn back when she tripped behind him, then Zuko loved Katara way too much not to validate and support her terribly selfless decisions. Because how dare him be selfish and want her for himself. And how dare him tell her what to do after years of war.

It is terribly tragic because on the other side, a part of her wishes he had fought harder.

A “villain” turned “hero” sometimes can mean the upholding of ideals made by two men who enjoy shaming young girls for their choice of love interest. Sometimes, the lack of a “villain” to whisk away the princess from the “hero’s” hands means said princess will remain unacknowledged and forgotten in a narrative that turns it into something of her own volition, a narrative that ignores everything a beloved female character represented for the people she was made to represent (by their own words, must I say). It leaves the realm of picking the love interest (which honestly could simply not ever happened in any form and would still be better than this) and enters the realm of once again giving a poor treatment to a female main character who quite literally Drives the story from its beginning.

And just like Orpheus and Eurydice are doomed by fate, Katara and Zuko are doomed by Bryke. And surprisingly, Katara gets the worse of it.

[bbstastycake]

here we go again.

you wince at the low breath you accidentally allowed to escape you as a group of guys approached you and your friends’ table. you prayed it wasn’t heard, but by the way a few of them glanced toward you, it was and judging by looks on their faces, it was the first time they were noticing you in the thirty minutes that they had been eyeing your group.

“…yeah and if you want, we could get you into vip,” one of the guys say loud enough for you to barely catch, causing you to come out of your thoughts. hearing that, you slightly perk up with the hope of being able to at least drink for free while your friends are finding their… escapade for the night.

you look around your table and see your friends grins and their excitement for the prospect of being invited into the most exclusive section of the hottest club of the year. you giggle at their elation before looking back at the group of boys.

“yeah, we all get a plus one so let’s go,” another says, the slurring of his words making it obvious that he’s had more than his fair share of drinks.

he’s definitely not it.

your friends move to couple up while you stay seated waiting for them to leave you with their last pick, not in the mood to experience rejection. you watch and wait, finding the ice at the bottom of your glass far more interesting than anything going on around you at the moment. you move your straw to the left, then to the right watching the ice melt into the liquor.

slowly, you look up in search of whoever you were so lucky to have been left with.

shit, the drunkie. fucking perfect.

you make eye contact with him sending a soft smile his way.

well, there’s nothing that says i gotta fuck him. just gotta act like i will.

you prepare yourself to approach him, fully prepared to drown him out with alcohol once you got to the club, when you see it. you see the realization set in. the realization that you were the last of the girls in the group. the realization that he was forced to couple with you.

here we go again.

you watch in disappointment and disgust, but not surprise as he searches frantically among the girls in your group for someone else, anyone else … who didn’t look like you. you don’t even attempt to make your way towards him, opting to instead head the opposite way towards the bar, but not before feeling someone grab onto your arm.

“hey, love! what’s up? where you going?” you relax into your friend’s hold and force yourself to look happy.

“yeah, i’m actually not up for it tonight, babe. i’m sorry! don’t worry about me though! i’m just grabbing a drink for the road, so go have fun !” you give her the best smile you could muster seeing that you obviously didn’t convince her. she gives you a worried look before you widen your smile.

“listen! i’m fine, i promise,” you say in another attempt to convince her. “…and you have my location! now stop worrying about me and GO! have fun ! text me , okay? let everyone know i’m fine.”

you give her hand a squeeze and watch her give in, the wine she had with dinner making it easier for her to let you go.

“i don’t like this but… if that’s what you want then okay. you have to text me when you get home… ‘kay?” you nod, taking your lip between your teeth.

you watch as she goes back toward the girls you came with and you mouth your goodbyes before turning around and allowing your smile to drop. you get to the bar and throw back a last shot before strutting your way out of the restaurant, failing to notice how dark it’s become.

as you stand on the sidewalk outside of the building in your skimpy outfit, you can’t help but to feel like an idiot.

what the fuck was i thinking?

you let out a bitter laugh at yourself.

“what’s so funny, sweetheart?” you freeze as the smell of booze overwhelms your senses. your body tenses as you feel the warmth of a large figure creep dangerously close behind you. you ignore the man, hoping he would take the hint and go away. you feel a hand placed on your waist. the blood drains from your face as you try to build up the courage to speak.

here we go again.

“hmm? i said what’s a pretty girl like you doing laughing outside all alone?” your body is stiff with fear as you feel the weight of his hand on your body increase. you clear your throat and struggle to keep your voice from shaking. “i asked you a question, sweetheart. it’s rude not to speak when spoken to,” you feel his grip tightening more. “you don’t wanna be rude, do you, doll?”

“please don’t touch me,” you say weakly as your heart pounds.

“hmm? what’s that? don’t be like that. i’m just tryna have a little fun. isn’t that something a girl like you is into?”tears threaten to fall from the edge of your eyes and your mind races, the alcohol dulling your senses. you begin to claw at his hands, attempting to remove them.

“fuck are you doing, asshole?” you flinch at a voice directed toward you, but you don’t dare look up. the man behind steps back.

“what? man, get out of here. this has nothing to do with yo-” the abrupt stop causes you to glance up for the first time and get a good look at the men above you. the man behind you had a muscular build. his grey t-shirt struggled to contain the strength that bulged out of his arms. the chain that rested on his chest seemed like a thread in comparison to the pecs it was nestled between.

he could bash your head in if he wanted to.

you looked to your right at the other guy who wasn’t nearly as muscular, his look far more sleek with a half open silk t-shirt and a messy half up-half down that rested on each of his shoulders. his dead eyes drifted to you before resting back onto the man behind you. “you wanna finish that sentence or do you wanna live?”

his eyes pierce into him and you slowly turn to focus on his face. even with the obvious size difference, the larger male trembled under his gaze. the tall, slender man looked down at the cowering man with disgust as he held his hand out towards you. you quickly take it and stand by him, eyes cast down.

the shorter, muscular man doles out an apology and rushes away, leaving you with-

“eren,” he says now putting his focus on you. “nice to meet you. can i get you a drink?” you look up in shock at the situation, wondering why made such a quick getaway. you realize you were still trembling and as though he read your mind, the man (who you now knew as Ran) wrapped you in his coat and draped his arm around you, surrounding you in his scent and as a result.

“you don’t have to do that,” you muttered, already embarrassed about the whole ordeal and about the fact that you needed to be saved by a stranger. “i really appreciate your help and everything but i’m okay now and i already called an uber so you don’t have to.” your head dips down in appreciation.

“i know,” he says. “i know i don’t have to do anything, but who said i didn’t want to?” he walks over and holds the door to the restaurant open.

“so? what you think lil mama? you in?” he awaits your response with a smirk.

***

“and theeeennnnn he looks at me like i was some dog shit at the bottom of his fucking shoe! like bitch PLEASE !” you’re a couple drinks in and already rambling about the night’s events. you open your mouth to continue and gasp, clasping your hand over your mouth before you can let another word out.

you turn to the side and feel your face heat up as you realize that you were rambling like an idiot to a man you didn’t know.

“i am so sorry!” you say, obviously embarrassed. you scold yourself in your mind as you lower your head in apology. eren bursts out into laughter as more blood rushes to your face.

“don’t be, you’re cute,” he says waving the bartender down for another drink for you.

“you tryna get me drunk?” you raise your eyebrow feigning suspicion.

“as long as it’ll keep you talkin’. ”he smiles at you. he smiles as if he’s known you forever, and for a split second you forget the circumstances of how you met. you forget that he, a rather lean man with a pair of the coldest eyes you’ve ever seen, chased off a man that could have snapped both yours and his arms clean in half without a second thought, and he did it with nothing but a look. you forget that the name eren sounds familiar. he smiles, and for a split second, you forget that you have horrible taste in men.

here we go the FUCK again.

[maxdurden]

the raw power of gorgug and kristen synchronized second hand embarrassment is unspeakable

[monstersandgirls-webcomic]

what were your inspirations for Asmodeus's design?

Corpses tbh

[sasukeless]

sasuke abusive claims get more ridiculous because they always ignore when naruto is the ones to initiate the violence. like naruto punching sasuke in fod, him throwing the first punch at vote1, etc and like i don’t claim naruto is abusive because i have the reading comprehension skills naruto’s narrative needs (and let me tell you it’s very average so it’s crazy when people can’t even grasp them)

[leviiackrman]

ISLA WALSH - Red Dead Redemption 2 [full colour]

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[branmuffins22]

Protagonists don't get mad enough, I think.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I know most ppl rlly like gremlin-Moon who’s always picking on and messing with Y/N (BuT LiKE iN aN EnDEaRiNG WaY) but I grew up with three older brothers. Anyway I personally would love to hit gremlin-Moon with a bat