#to be misunderstood is an honour

[random-xpressions]

You must take pride in the matter that you're misunderstood. A fly can't encompass the magnitude of a mountain. Small minds have ever been in opposition of great minds...

Random Xpressions

[kittycrumb]

Whats ur favorite twdg character and why?

HALLO! thankyou for the ask.. a have a couple, clementine for obvious reasons, she’s the goat. her character is so strong and soo well written. seeing her grow up and develop makes any sane person enjoy her, she’s awesome. i don’t think i need to explain much further, i could go on and on but no one will disagree with me so no one needs to hear it. heh.

other than clem i really (really) like violet, i love her… so. much.. her being “mean” and cold is one of the reasons why i like her as much as i do, she has so much to her if you break down her character. people dull her down to this mean harsh person that was an after thought of a love interest and has no place acting the way she does, she acts the way she does because she’s realistic, her lines and emotions are so well thought out. she’s so sweet and cheesy i fear im going to implode, the way she acts around clementine is soo 😆😆 i love clemvi so much, i think it’s sooo perfect and cute and oh wow. the dialogue options you get in like every violentine scene are so cute.. it makes me SICK. i think i’m pretty normal about them.. people who dont like vi see her and never try to understand her. when they see she gets angry and frustrated at clementine when you choose to save louis instead they say how awful she is and that why couldn’t she just be an exact copy paste of louis and that louis is better and vi is bad and this and that. if i let someone steal you, lock you up and then expect you to kiss my ass when i come save you how ever many hours later, do you think you would be able to think rationally (in that time where you are filled with so much adrenaline and fear of your safety) or do you think you would act realistically, lose control of your emotions and lash out without thinking. whatever if you’re such a hero sure you can say that you’d think rationally BUT DO NOT CALL VIOLET A VILLAIN BECAUSE SHE GETS MAD you just cannot bare to see a girl let her emotions do the talking in an apocalypse can you. people are such haters. Anyway i love clementine and violet 😆 thanks for reading.. heheh..

[medievalandfantasymelee]

👑🌹Queen of Love and Beauty🌹👑

Round 4: 1 of 2

The Queen of Love and Beauty shall hold the honour of presenting unto the winner of the Tournament his Champion's Coronet.

Vote for the lady who, to you, best exemplifies feminine dignity, grace and loveliness.

The two contenders with the most votes will advance.

Propaganda

Brienne of Tarth, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Gwendoline Christie

Brienne is so noble and honorable! If she makes a promise, she will not give up until she sees it through, no matter what happens along the way. She's a knight and dresses masculinely, which is very misunderstood by others, but she always asserts herself. She's a skilled swordfighter and she looks handsome in a suit of armor!

Danielle de Barbarac, Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998) Portrayed by: Drew Barrymore

Genuinely the most beautiful woman little me had ever seen, clever, unshakeable in her ideals, AND she'll throw a man over her shoulder to save him from bandits.

Guinevere, BBC's Merlin (2008-2012) Portrayed by: Angel Coulby

She is the true people’s princess, and she puts up with the most bullshit of anyone and faces it with absolute grace and dignity. Her beauty and poise are forever unmatched.

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

For Brienne of Tarth:

"Look. She has a sword, and armor, and shield and will fight creepy men for you. Is there anything hotter than a competant tall strong woman with a sword? No. There isn't. She's also the kindest character in GoT and genuinely tries to make the world a better place."

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

You are the young, newly-widowed spouse of the foolish and disliked noble who started this devastating war at the border; when a mix of common folk and soldiers drag you from your bed you are already resigned to whatever fate they have chosen for you. You are dragged out in your sheer silk nightwear and forced to your knees in the mud of the main road. Glancing up you see the figures opposite, the enemy, the great hulking orcs your husband angered. Above you, you hear frantic talking - frantic, useless. None of you speak their tongue.

Finally, in desperation, you crawl forward and bow your head, pulling your hair aside to bare your neck. Surely that cannot be misunderstood. You are willing to give your life for peace. The townspeople are hardly going to let you live either way.

(You are the chieftain of an orc clan reluctantly drawn into this skirmish as a matter of honour, and when the humans drag out a small, helpless one of their own and offer it you hesitate. It is dressed in silk and wears jewels at its neck and throat, which means it is important. As grotesque as the practice is to you, your sense of pride, you know they often exchange hostages between themselves. You glance at your second, who visibly rolls her eyes but nods. Any excuse to go home.)

The orcs do not kill you there and then, but take you; you cannot tell yet if that is a mercy or a misfortune. You are bound at the wrists and ankles and flung over an orc soldier's shoulder like a sack of grain, and passed between many of them during the journey. In their own language they joke and laugh as they pass you over, sometimes pinching at the bare skin of your thigh where your clothes have hitched up.

At their camp you are deposited in the tent of the chieftain. You have heard rumours of what they do with captives, and between being ravaged until broken or eaten alive you do not know what to hope for. You merely lie there, limp and trembling slightly, until you hear the sound of someone entering. The hulking orc chieftain looks at you, tusked face unreadable, then drags you upright by a fistful of your hair to briefly press a flask to your lips. When you have gulped nearly all the water he drops you, grunts and leaves. He does not return to the tent the entire night. You know this, because the low buzzing terror in the back of your mind doesn't let you sleep.

(You hardly know what to do with the little thing. Your comrades say it is easy to carry but odd, it is full grown by the look of it but doesn't struggle at all or even try to bargain in its babbling little language. Maybe it is unwell. You order it placed in your tent and give it water yourself, but it shows no more signs of life, dull-eyed and staring at nothing. You decide to let it sleep and go back outside to drink until you pass out under the stars and the warm summer skies.)

On the second night you are taken to a river before camp, and following the example of those around you, you wash yourself; as you return to the riverbank you find your clothes gone. The orcs watch you, even the smallest of them half-again your size. You swallow your fear and walk naked back to the chieftain's tent. Once there you lower yourself to your hands and knees on the bedroll, bare skin still damp from the water. You cannot stop him from taking you, but perhaps it will hurt less or be over faster if you comply.

The orcs chieftain makes a brief, almost hissing sound at the sight of you, but does not leave this time. Their hand brushes across your back and you can feel their claws retracting. They touch and inspect you like a prize hound and you keep your eyes to the ground, tears of shame welling up. Then he presses two large, blunt fingers inside you, and you brace yourself. He fingerfucks you lazily for a minute or so before suddenly growling something you don't understand and turning you on your back, so you scramble to reposition yourself and hold your legs wide. He cradles your face in both his hands as he slowly sinks his swollen cock into you, larger than you think you could ever take and stretching you painfully yet unable to look away from his face. Your husband used to force you to look at him like this only when he wanted to watch you cry, so you brace yourself for the firm hold to turn into hard slaps that leave your ears ringing.

(The little thing washes with the others and you are approaching the tent with an armful of fabric in what you hope is close to their size when you are hit with the unexpected sight of them uncovered in your tent, positioned as any orc begging to be bred would be. You have to smother a gasp and restrain yourself; it has been too long, and little thing's fragile shape and delicate features are somehow all the more appealing for their strangeness. But you were raised well, taught that all parties must agree before partners bed each other; you don't know their tongue to ask them. You seek permission from their body language instead, first touching their back, the curve of their ass and leg, then with tentative fingers in their soft tight little hole. They do not flinch or try to flee, and they wetten for your fingers. Surely you can continue? Forgetting yourself you ask out loud.)

You wait to be hit. It doesn't happen. You wait to used rough and hurt inside; it doesn't happen either.

The looming figure of the great orc warrior above you moves with an almost incongruous care, pressing into you slowly and then simply resting there until your body becomes accustomed enough to his huge cock that he can start to move without tearing you. It's almost as if his gaze on your face is tracking the small hitched breaths or softening of your expression to know when he can begin to carefully thrust. Yet that makes no sense to you. Men have never used you so gentle, why would a savage orc do so?

He is big enough it does hurt some little but that sensation is soon overwhelmed by another, unfamiliar and disorienting; a low heat building your abdomen, a curl of pleasure that makes you whimper. Another growl comes in response, so you try to quieten, but his expression - it is so hard to read, so different, but he does not look angry.

(You are confused and troubled, but the tight heat of the little thing is so perfect around your cock. They are acting like a new prospective mate, taking your body like a mate would, but when you watch their face to try and find the answers you'd normally seek out loud there is something missing. You fuck them very gently, as such delicate pretty things should be treated, and forget yourself enough to apologise out loud when they whimper. You promise them in words they don't know that you want to make them feel good, you will stop if they struggle even once, that they are safe with you.)

The orc chief finishes with a single deep thrust and you can feel your abdomen swell with how filled you are, a little of their cum already beginning to leak down your thighs. He pulls away and you instinctively curl in on yourself, protective - the sound he makes in response is urgent but more distressed than angry. He paws at you to uncurl, look at him again; as you tilt your face up and force your body to relax he huffs and lowers his great head between your legs. Before you can even process it his rough tongue is on you, and you can feel the smooth dangerous weight of his tusks against your inner thighs. The rush of banked pleasure is equally unexpected, as he coaxes a climax from you that leaves you shaking. Afterward you are gathered up like a doll in his arms, and for the first time in three days actually believe you may be safe. Very, very, tentatively, you reach for his face and pause halfway in question.

(The little thing flinches only afterwards, but it does flinch and you immediately fight back a rush of guilt and worry. Rank be damned, the clan will not stand for taking any person unwilling, even a human one. You try to comfort them with small touches, check their face for signs of what's wrong. They are unreadable. You check between their legs and can tell they did not quite find pleasure yet, so quickly duck your head to correct it. Perhaps that is what was wrong, because when their body responds they do not flinch away from being held close. They even reach for your face, and after you nod encouragingly they trace their tiny fingers over the ridges of your skin and kiss nervously at the smooth curve of your tusk. You thrill, but say nothing; maybe they have no idea what an intimate gesture that is. You just happily nestle close.)

You were the young, newly-widowed spouse of the foolish and disliked noble who started this devastating war at the border; now, it seems, you are claimed by the warrior chief who bested him and the bedmate of a mighty orc who is gentler with you than said husband ever was and - slightly endearingly - buries his face in the crook of your neck with a low rumbling sound not unlike a purr when sleepy and post-coital.

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[christinesficrecs]

Running a little behind, so here is April's frf. 🥰

An Apple's Blossom by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 62.5K | Explicit

Derek had an aura about him—one that drew you into his orbit despite the warning of an imminent threat.

It was like a dream, more than Stiles realized at first.

Because it wasn’t real.

Nothing about the man Stiles had started to fall in love with—romanticize—was real. ~*~ Stiles is a recently graduated art student who agrees to marry his family's rival, only to realize that maybe love is a little more complicated than he first thought.

My Name is Derek Hale by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 74.9K | Mature

“What day is it?” Derek demanded.

“What?”

“The day! What day is today?!” Derek let Stiles go, but only so he could reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He tapped at the home screen, and then went so perfectly still that Stiles was pretty sure this guy wasn’t human. No human could stand that still.

When it was clear Derek wasn’t going to move again without some prompting, Stiles said, “It’s Wednesday.”

“That’s impossible,” Derek whispered.

“Not really, it comes around every seven days.”

“This is impossible,” Derek said again, looking around himself, as if he was searching for something.

another name for love by endversed | 36.9K | Explicit

Derek is a single parent to a teenager. He's given up on love since losing his daughter's mother.

Stiles is an FBI agent in town on the hunt for a feral omega. He might have something to say about Derek's stance on love.

Waiting In The Wings by stereksterek | 19.8K | Explicit

Melissa folded her arms and stared at Stiles, “I’m still having a hard time believing that Derek Hale, of all people, is your boyfriend now.”

“Yep! Derek’s my boyfriend! We’re totally rocking the whole relationship thing. I mean, we’re no Scott and Allison when it comes to PDA, but we’re both very affectionate behind closed doors. It’s kind of hilarious actually, because some people think that Derek doesn’t even like me when we’re in public, just because he growls or glares at me from time to time. But we’re just a misunderstood couple, y’know… Kind of like other star-crossed lovers out there. We’re basically this generation’s Romeo and… Miguel.”

Melissa was grinning so wide that her face almost hurt. Stiles had wildly overcompensated, and now she knew he was lying.

“If you and Derek are boyfriends, you won’t have a problem inviting him over for dinner then.”

Stiles malfunctioned for a full second before squawking like a dying bird, “Dinner?!”

I spent every evening praying for the dawn by WeAreTheLuckyOnes | 9.6K | Explicit

Stiles leaves the FBI after a traumatic case and returns to Beacon Hills after being gone for ten years, only to find that Derek has somehow magically acquired a tiny baby with a shock of dark hair that looks too much like Derek to belong to anyone else, but feels like Stiles's too.

Alternatively, the one with a magical Nemeton baby where Stiles and Derek realise they've both been dancing around the fact they each know they love the other and they're just too stupid to admit it.

*** Honourable Mention 🩷

One Dollar Yoda by exclamation | 10.7K | Mature

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he’s been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It’s gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn’t wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

[makedonsgriva]

No book moment would ever come to the absolute raw intensity of the scene where Laurent and Damen make love for the first time as princes. When Laurent can no longer deny who Damen is and what he has done and how that it is an absolute, irrefutable fact that Damen would always be the person who took Laurent's most important person from his life and was indirectly responsible for Laurent's S.A that lasted for years. When Damen knows Laurent is the enemy prince who had him flogged almost to death, humiliated him on every occasion he could and forced him to partake in the sick entertainments of the Veretian court.

The absolute hurt, anger, anguish, all between them as the starkest reminder of their reality as the princes of two enemy nations and yet they come together as one because Damen fought off assassins in Laurent's chambers even though he had no reason to. Because Laurent fought against his uncle and against his own welfare to save Damen simply because it was fair. Because through out the month long journey from Arles to Ravenel all they did was learn to trust, respect and understand each other. Because somewhere along the line Damen understood that Laurent was not the ice cold prince but someone who has been deeply hurt and misunderstood and he has all the compassion in the world and is the truest man he has ever known. Because somewhere along the line Laurent understood that Auguste's death at Damen's hands was something that could not have been helped because Damen's options were to kill or be killed and that Damen was not the barbarian and monster he thought him to be but instead was an honourable, brave and compassionate man. Because somewhere along the line they both fell in love with each other against all odds imaginable.

Anyways I have a lot of feelings for these two.

[berrybeca]

random headcanons i have about this little bastard — most are stupid but it’s okay cuz i’m sickkk

theo the kind of guy to let out weird sighs out of nowhere. like a previously neglected shelter dog. he just sighs his brains out. annoyed? sigh. relaxing? sigh. smoking, pulling away from a kiss, finishing his plate? sigh. those pathetic little sighs are already earning him some mockery from his friends, but bro really doesn’t do it on purpose.

theo the kind of guy to always have a runny nose. could be middle of spring, and he’s clinging to his kleenexes like they’re a drug. but he also takes advantage of that fact, sneezing right in the middle of a teacher’s explanation, just to earn some chuckles throughout the classroom. (he’s definitely the type of class clown that almost never pipes up, but when he does, it’s funny as fuck)

theo the kind of guy to wear socks and sandals religiously when outside of class. he struts around the common room in them, and shoots people the dirtiest of looks when they themselves side eye him - which shuts them up right the hell up. (sandals i mean those like adidas sliders ones that literally every boy has… you know what i mean?)

theo the kind of guy to do crossword puzzles in the great hall. no further explanation, your honour. but you bet your ass this boy knows the most random of facts ever.

theo the kind of guy that will always be giving someone the stink eye. as if they had personally offended him. when you ask him why, he just acts confused. he has the biggest resting bitch face but brushes off whenever someone points it out to him.

theo the kind of guy have always been close to people from other houses, but in a like “oh he has so many friends” way, but in a “he knows the name of every ravenclaw that ever passed his gaze”. he’s observant, but misunderstood. people always think that he has crushes on them, just cause he looks at their face for more than five seconds.

i re watched baby today… going crazy over his voice omg

[moonastrogirl]

Jyestha nakshatra

Credit @moonastrogirl

This post is in honour of jyestha season and for all Jyestha natives ☂️

Jyestha natives are often misunderstood, also they trigger people easily but do they care ? Not even a single bit. Because at the end of the day this world is cold, it’s a constant battle and it’s everyone for themselves first.

We live in an animalistic world and the spiritual world is even worse. Spirits of people are also hungry. We need to defend ourselves against intruders physically and spiritually who want to feed off our energy or our ressources and that’s what jyestha natives do best. The umbrella, their symbol, protects them from physical and spiritual attacks and intruders. Plus the talisman which gives them this spiritual barrier for their power.

Jyestha is the nakshatra of those who have immense power and a huge spiritual presence. And with great power comes great responsibility. It’s so cliché yet it’s so true for Jyesthas.

That’s why this nakshatra gives better results once the native is grown and quits being childish. Young jyestha natives just play with their power and think they can get away with everything which they absolutely don’t. What they don’t know is karma remembers and karma will be served one way or another and sometimes in the most ridiculous way. It’s a must for them to respect the laws of karma.

Jyestha is the nakshatra where everything coming into the mind can materialise into the physical world. Natives thus have great manifestation abilities. Whether they realise it or not. They do. Every little thing they think or say they will receive it one way or another. It’s like they have a direct communication line with the universe. The power of their words and thoughts is unbelievable. So it’s best if they are careful about what they say or think especially about themselves and the people they love. This quote says it all.

« I got the power of life and death coming out my tongue ��- Nicki Minaj (Jyestha sun being her soul planet, atmakaraka)

This power and this presence intimidates people with or without jyestha natives saying a thing. People just don’t know what to do with it sometimes. Jyestha must learn how to let their spirit speaks and fights for them. They don’t need to react all the time. The universe is always working in their favour. Especially jyestha moons. Natives just need to say the least to make the best impact around them. Plus manifest, manifest and manifest again for their highest good.

If this post resonates with you, like, comment or reblog it, it will show me what I do is useful to you and thank you for reading me 💜

Credit @moonastrogirl

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I was re-watching some highlights and clips from season 5 and I keep forgetting how brutal Jouno’s death is. Told he was only taken in by Fukuchi because Fukuchi never really believed in him at all. All his escape exits blocked as he clearly tries to hide his growing worry. His particles set on fire. Stabbed all over his body all at once. Bitten and restrained and carted off somewhere. And all of this, all of it, catalyzed because Jouno really had changed for the better. Because he did care, and Fukuchi gravely misunderstood him.

And man. Tecchou forgetting himself. Something’s wrong and he knows it. Tecchou turning violent without valid resistance which goes against his method of justice. Tecchou placing Jouno above justice, which for Tecchou, to whom justice is central to his honour and character, is tantamount to placing him above all else. Tecchou, the one person who repeatedly shows no fear of Jouno, the only one who vouches for his true character as someone who seeks justice also. Who was probably a major instigator of Jouno’s steady change. Who would understand Jouno’s choice to confront evil for the sake of justice at the risk of his own life better than anyone… but who still prioritized him over all else anyways. The sheer desperation of knowing something’s wrong with the person you know best, know everyone gets all wrong… but you don’t know if he’s safe right now. You can’t get to him.

Since I refuse to believe Jouno is actually dead: Asagiri, their reunion, when Tecchou gets to see Jouno is okay and the kind of person he’s become and Jouno realizes that there is someone who cares for him enough to throw everything aside but will still return to himself in the end… it better be something really special. They deserve it.

[lurukifennecfox]

once again i call upon thee for assistance.

i remember reading a DPxDC post about Amity Parkers celebrating a funeral for Phantom, Bruce misunderstood it as for a hero who died in the field and gone to honour him or something, it was pretty fun misunderstanding

[talonabraxas]

Virgo – The Ancient Greek Myth Behind the Zodiac Sign

Of all the twelve zodiac signs Virgo is maybe the most misunderstood, owing to the confusion of the translation of the word virgo, which, in Latin, means self-contained or self-sufficient and originally applied to unmarried women, including mothers.

The word Virgo should not be interpreted as a woman who is a virgin but more as a nurturing woman; mother to all of the Earth.

The following excerpt, taken from the gnostic text, ‘The Thunder, Perfect mind’, where the Greek goddess of wisdom, Sophia, states who she is, goes along way in helping to clear up the misinterpretation of the word virgo, or virgin and shows us that being a virgin has nothing to do with chastity :

‘For I am the first and the last. I am the honoured one and the scored one. I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am the mother and the daughter. I am the members of my mother. I am the barren one and many are her sons. I am she whose wedding is great, and I have not taken a husband. ‘

The goddesses associated with Virgo are thought to be fertility goddesses or goddesses of the harvest which ties in with the Greek myth of Demeter; Greek goddess of the harvest, as the constellation Virgo is thought to be a woman holding a spike of corn, so resonating with the Harvest Mother myth. Portrait of a woman: Ruth (Ruth, by Francesco Hayez) Undated.

[miriadalia]

So... I watched the leaked first 8 minutes of part 3 right? (Careful: spoilers)

And I think I'm finally able to verbalize now what has been stuck in my throat since part 2 dropped and Kwon died...

What bothered me most about his death wasn't the fact that he was just a teen and that the way he died was just a so-convenient thread of coincidences (which still bother me a lot).

It was the way I knew he was just gonna be a plot device for the final tournament to be "in honour of" and a reason to establish Johnny's Cobra Kai as the good way.

It's also the way his death was the only way they found to make our protagonists have their spotlight as captains for their team (and avoid as much as possible fan wars between Miguel and Robby stans... Which I think isn't gonna work still), because it's obvious the final would have been between Kwon and Axel.

And it's also the way it's such a big deal that it can't be treated as "some tragic accident" we all will learn from.

Because mark my words: the "we're all so affected by his death and we are very sorry" thing they try to pull off in the first minutes of episode 11 is gonna last half an episode.

Kwon is the most tragic character that Cobra Kai created (apart from Tory). Not only because of the way he died. We know for sure that he's an orphan now. His only "family" was the Korean dojo... And we saw how he was treated there and the ideas he was fed since he was just a little kid.

And I just hate to see how every tragic misunderstood teen has had their chance of "redemption" in this series but not him, just because he was a secondary antagonist (and a non-American one).

I feel like what could have been his backstory and arc was just robbed by the one we will get of Sensei Wolf. And even if I'm not mad he will get that (the more character's depth the better), I still think is unfair that we didn't get that for Kwon).

[mondstalgia]

BL ships that I will never forget:

In a few weeks it's gonna be 14 years of obsessing over queer media, especially BL, so here are the ships always on my mind in no particular order.

Arata & Shingyouji (Takumi-kun Series 4: Pure, 2010): Listen the Takumi-kun Series from 2007 to like 2011 was my life as a (pre-)teen. In hindsight really sketchy but anyway haha. Those two really caught my eye back then though (especially their racy kisses) and I was happy they got their own bigger part in one of the movies.

Evan & Isak (Skam Season 3, 2016): Was there a queer European teen that wasn't obsessed with this season of Skam? I remember re-watching it so many times I could recite their text without speaking Norwegian. Plenty of beautiful Skam universe parallel couples out there but these two will remain the iconic blueprint.

ChenAi (Kiseki: Dear to me, 2023): Almost unfair to put them on here but seeing how I haven't been able to think about any other ship every single day for the last 3 months, I feel like it's justified. They just have everything I want and need to get hyperfixated on.

Seiryo & Yuzuru (Seven Days, 2015): Oh my, the way I loved this silly concept and how funny it was yet they managed to get me all emotionally involved in the span of two movies? Insane chemistry and just..everything I needed back then. Especially since it was then one of the very few BL's I saw without a sad ending.

KornKnock (Bad Romance 2016, Together With Me 2017 - 2018): Listen, plot wise Manner of Death is the absolute height to me but when it comes to MaxTul I will never forget them as Korn and Knock in these series. Forever grateful to all the fanvids that led me to finding my BL fathers. Chemistry forever out of this world. Also shout out to Yiwha, best female character in any BL and my wife.

WinTeam (Until We Meet Again 2019, Between Us 2023): The couple that made me aware of what second lead syndrome was because I waited so long for more of them, it felt eternal. I don't think I will ever get tired of these two.

VegasPete (KinnPorsche, 2022): Who said I couldn't like a toxic ship? These two took me by surprise, I didnt even know they were going to be a ship in the series. Definitely acknowledging how fucked up they are yet at the same time it's the forst toxic ship that really got me. I love them, in my own weird way.

HaoGu (HIStory 3: Make Our Days Count, 2019): I mourned them like I have mourned no other couple. I should have known from the title but they really lead me astray. My beautiful boys, the star crossed lovers. They still get me emotional now, I might go cry now.

Hira & Kiyoi (Utsukushii Kare, 2021 - 2023): Before ChenAi there were Hira and Kiyoi who absolutely owned my heart. I love how misunderstood by BL fans they were who claimed their toxicity. Meanwhile I simply love how weird their relationship is and getting to see a real Tsundere in action. I'm obsessed with them.

Honourable Mention: Kim Jae Wook as Min Sun Woo in Antique Bakery, 2008. The very first gay character I saw in Korean media. Forever iconic, forever in my heart.

[fribbitz]

tumblr doesnt approve of our love i didnt see this until now,.,,.

hope field aint no thang for a hope player and yeah eridan did have new glasses but it was for 'computer glasses for everyone!' reasons and not 'ow fuck this sky is burning my retinas' reasons but the lenses were black so that probably helps

lowaa rewrite for me is trying to think of what the angels were even meant for since they are game constructs and not enemies,.,, like there was so many of them that there's a chance that the consorts of lowaa were the angels the whole time. which is hilarious considering everyone else got non sentient animal creatures like turtles and salamanders but eridan fucking ampora gets ANGELS and proceeds to immediately slaughter them all without question.

and while its funny to imagine someone assuming that angels of all things are the enemy, its sadder when you take into account the fact that eridan kept calling it his duty to kill literal creatures of pure hope and saying he couldnt leave the planet until he had killed them all no matter how lonely he got. :(

the only time he was contacted by anyone the entire time he was in the medium was the future karkat memo where karkat is lashing out in grief to a lonely past eridan who doesnt understand any of what kars talking about but tries to comfort him about it before being banned from the memo. of course this was the literal beggining of murderstuck so eridan stuff got overshadowed pretty fast by gamzee literally on the same damn page. \MAJOR EYEROLL.

tiny ahabs crosshair by the way

if you even care.

[lovelylambb]

CRIMINAL MINDS DR

“she’s an old soul with young eyes, vintage heart and a beautiful mind”

Supervisory special agent Charlotte “Charlie” Victoria Mills was born on 6th of May 1984 in London. When she was seven she moved from England to US with her grandmother and brother and for many years had lived in Brooklyn. Her brother later became a profiler and started working for the Behavioural Analysis Unit which made Charlie aspired to be one as well. She always was incredibly close with her brother, him being her only support during her teenage years. In school she felt like a black sheep, the misunderstood one and Charlotte started to spend her time studying criminology and playing the piano. Piano has always been her escape from reality as she could spend hours locking away and playing different melodies. Couple years later Charlie graduated from university with honours and went straight to the FBI academy finishing it as top of her class.

IN 2005 she applies to the BAU with the help of her brother who at the time worked there. After few cases Charlotte became permanent member of the team and settled in Washington, DC. Since that moment she’s been working for BAU and got especially close with Dr. Spencer Reid…

“I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you…” if Charlotte could choose, she of course would never fall in love with her best friend. He means too much to her to ruin it with love. But Spencer felt like the only person who could ever understand her and she understood him too, so Charlie couldn’t help but fall for him more and more every day. Little did she know he was falling for her too. It felt very natural, as if they were two pieces of one and anyone could see it except for them too.

But initially Charlie couldn’t stop herself from showing up at his apartment in the middle of the night, confessing privatly and kissing him senseless, which he of course returned.

CHARLIE’S MIXTAPE

⋆ I. enter sandman - metallica

⋆ II. like real people do - hozier

⋆ III. to love - suki waterhouse

⋆ IV. snap out of it - arctic monkeys

⋆ V. mystery of love - sufjan stevens

⋆ VI. knocking on heaven’s door - bob dylan

inspired by umanzors

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I’m by no means an expert on the Mahabharata or Hinduism in general (I’d say my knowledge on Hinduism especially is rather limited) but am I wrong in thinking that the game was rigged against Duryodhana from the start?

There’s no denying that he’s far from a saint and some of the things he did were awful but I feel like he’s portrayed as such a completely morally black and bankrupt character when it’s sort of far from that.

Like as far as major characters are concerned, he’s the only one who has absolutely no interest or regard in the caste system whatsoever. There’s like three speeches of his that very very clearly show that. His intervention with Karna at their first meeting, although perhaps partly due to opportunism depending on your interpretation, is one of the most honourable scenes in the entire epic to me.

Not once has he ever even implied that Karna’s caste is of any importance and throughout their entire relationship, there was no one who he treated with more love and respect than Karna. Even in general, it’s well established that his judgements of people are based on their individual qualities and not caste.

Again, not saying that he was a good guy at all but he was also known for being generous and a good ruler. He’s almost always interpreted as a power hungry yet incompetent person but that’s also far from the truth. He was Balarama’s favourite student which means that there was a lot of good about him or why would someone like Balarama even bother with him?

Also, being told that on the day of his birth his uncle told his father to kill him and then his mother saying she should have killed him, is not something that anyone should hear lmfao so I think, in certain aspects, his anger is justified.

It’s also very clear that from the start, Krishna was against him. Every act of his towards Duryodhana was deliberately meant to sabotage him in some way. Even Balarama acknowledged this so it’s basically a matter of fact.

So yeah, I’m not saying he was a good guy or that he’s just some misunderstood pookie but I think that not acknowledging some of his very good traits and the fact that everything was rigged against him since day 1 is a disservice to the whole point of the epic.

I hope I didn’t offend anyone with this. I know for over a billion people the Mahabharata is a religious text and the last thing I want to do is disrespect that regardless of whether I believe in it or not. I’d really like to hear some of your opinions on this take and I’m also really keen on engaging with people about the epic in general <3