#uncaringful

[fredoesque]

see the THING about goodsir and stanley is that goodsir may be way less inclined to act cruelly but he has a far greater capacity for it.

[louisetaylor]

hmmm...lestat just broke into the church...he punched through a guy's head, how romantic..."I can free you of this life of shame..." yeah right lestat, do it by force and he will resent you for decades as I know he will...

ok now louis is drinking from him and I kind of wish he was drinking from lestat's neck, somewhere more intimate than his wrist...or it would be nice if lestat held him while he drank...oh well

[druidposting]

Okay, dont get me wrong, im OBSESSED with this week's 4SD, and even more enraptured with Taliesin's portrayal of the Wildmother. But i HAVE to say something about the whole "nature is fundamentally about starvation and violence", because as an environmental scientist... What a bleak fucking worldview.

Theres absolutly something to be said about nature only being beautiful to humans because we ascribe that beauty to it - there is no beauty without humans to observe it. And i get that the point of the statement is that without the observation of humans, nature is just things killing and eating and starving and dying forever and ever and thats it. But;

1. Humans are a part of nature. That spark of peace you feel when you look out at a forest after years of being in the concrete jungle of a megatropolis? Thats because we are a part of nature. We cant divorce ourselves of it, and i think its a fool's errand to try.

2. Not to "um akshully" the statement, but like. There are definitionally aspects of nature that arent starvation and violence. Like. Ecosystems? Climate? Biodiversity? Have we forgotten about abiotic factors? The statement itself seems to have almost anthropomorphised nature in a way it didnt intend to. Nature is far more than just flora and fauna, and those things themselves do not know violence.

3. Violence is a subjective human descriptor. If we're gonna exclude 'beauty' on those grounds, we have to exclude violence, too.

I leave it with something i think about a lot. Forest fires can be very dangerous. They can be deadly, even. They can raze whole ecosystems, thousands of vertebrates, hundreds of thousands of insects, and mile wide swaths of vegitation. They can be devastating. But if you spend any amount of time studying forest ecology, you learn that there are forest ecosystems out there that rely heavily on the destruction of wildfires in order to not only continue on, but to thrive. The fire destroys disease. It clears away leaf litter and burns back undergrowth so new shoots can join the canopy, and future wildfires only burn long enough to clear the undergrowth again. There are a significant number of species of animals AND plants that cannot continue their generations without the disturbance of a wildfire.

Is there violence in a wildfire? Undoubtedly. Is there also beauty? I believe so.

[sonofshin]

Sure. I don't care. I'm not on here anymore. Hell, you can read this and not respond, block me, whatever. But my point still stands. Ever since that drama back then, and you claiming you were leaving and not coming back, only to come back and then all you do is complain about yourself, ask things that is just common sense, and make more people mad. No one asked you to come back, no one needs to give you a reason as to WHY they don't want to be friends with you or write with you. You did this all on your own, let alone on a public platform where ANYONE can give their opinion. And given what I'VE heard about you? Yeah, I don't ever wanna be friends with you, nor ever want to write with you. All I see is a whiny kid who needs validation for the things she does. Have you ever thought that maybe none of us care anymore? That we all just don't wanna hear it anymore? If you aren't happy with your writing, with yourself, or anything else, maybe work on yourself a bit more. Because all you're gonna do is anger more and more people and push people away from you.

I have to give it to you, it's impressive that you're not here but are passionate enough to get angry about someone you don't care about. And to come off anon. Power to you.

People DID ask me to come back, so idk what you're on about.

And yeah, I ask questions. People don't need to give me reasons, but it's nice to have them. I don't trust that my perception accurately reflects reality, so I ask for peoples input. I've had too many instance in the past where people kept silent on topics unless I specifically asked. So I do.

I unfortunately can't ask you this in DMs but I'd like to know what you've heard about me. I am quite curious.

And fam, if all you see is a whiny kid who needs validation, I'd take a good hard look at 99% of the community. I sure as fuck am not the only one nor am I the loudest.

[allgather]

i really am so sorry for the many negative posts. feeling very discouraged. it is hard to make things better when everyone fights back against change, man. send good vibes and kind words of affirmation if you can. please take care and again i am so sorry.

[victoriousscarf]

You know there's a ton of stuff I don't talk about on here for a multitude of reasons but to be honest I think Tumblr is the only place I can just sit here and laugh because...

My grandma's house just got labeled a class 3 biohazard and honestly the only surprise is this didn't happen, idk, 10 years ago.

[jazzband22]

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[etheries1015]

Fem!MC X platonic Twst - missing the "girly" things.

General warnings: Fem reader, very Self-indulgent. If you don't relate, please keep scrolling along <3 not very proofread. No pronouns are used, but the concept of "girliness" and "girlhood" is very strong.

The boys have noticed their prefect act a bit different lately...a cloud of loneliness hovered over your head. As the only girl of Night Raven College, it was incredibly easy to feel left out and miss the things you were once interested in back in your world. You held a strong façade of prestige and uncaringness, but what happens when that mask begins to crack? How will the boys of NRC put your woes at rest? ...with a wonderful slumber party, of course!

First coming to Twisted Wonderland, not many could tell you were well-versed (Or at the very least, incredibly interested) in clothing, face Care, and jewelry. Although your personality screamed more or less "Gremlin" at times, and were a "well-known and respected honor student" all the same- you had a rather "girly" side to yourself.

However, you had limited options on having a non-existent budget, but a few of the students took notice of the longing in your eyes whenever you passed by something you desired to have back in your life. The cute earrings, the pretty dresses and skirts, the headbands...a mix of classy and modern, things of that nature.

The first time you were able to get your hands on a half way decent outfit that suited your tastes and you wore it out, others stared in shock. You were still the cheery and "weird" gremlin prefect that had crude humor and silly dance moves, yet something about seeing you in such...frills and 'flamboyance' was not what they were expecting. It suited you, though.

You soon found yourself being handed such outfits. Vil had taken it upon himself to gift you expensive brand outfits that he saw your eye when walking around town, Malleus gifting you a few outfits from Briar Valley that he felt would suit your tastes, Kalim gifting you the cutest earrings he had ever seen (little fruit charms, bows, all sorts of colors and unique charms). Even Riddle introduced you to tea cups that fit your aesthetic to decorate your kitchen with!

Though, the more they saw this side of you, an influx of confessions also came in toe. You were revered as the only female in school (who also managed to stay at the top of the score board, despite your magicless disposition). This came with the struggle of being pursued, more so after they could see just how cute you could dress yourself up.

Despite all these new changes, you felt a tinge of... sadness. You were happy that they were all willing to accept you with open arms and indulge in your desires such as gifting you the cutest of plushies, clothes, jewelry, decor... that didn't stop you from missing fun slumber parties, girl talk with friends, giggling about your love lives, sharing clothes and doing each others makeup and painting nails. You confided all of this to the number one group you could have possibly spoke to about these issues of yours.

the pop music club.

A knock came upon the door at odd hours of the night, upon opening it in your nightgown, you revealed quite a sight. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia along with a few other choice students were all in gorgeous nightgowns, their hair done up, holding blankets and pillows with hands full of bags of what you could tell were snacks, makeup, nail polish, and other slumber party commodities. With a bright smile on your face and a giddy giggle, you let them in gushing about their cute appearances. You all lay out the blankets and pillows in front of the TV in the lounge (kindly gifted to you by Idia) and pulled out the snacks and lay them out for everyone to grab at in their leisure.

"We aren't girls," Lilia pointed out, "But at the very least we can enjoy the things you mentioned before! Oh how I love a good love story, shall we share our love lives?"

"We can do that while we put on these face masks! Look, this one is a panda!" Kalim exclaimed, holding up a large bag of face masks and other types of...random things he thought would suit the party. (He pulled out one of those toe dividers for nail polish, he had no clue what it was but Jamil told him he would need it for later.)

"Oh, I brought you this super cute and frilly nightgown (y/n), Trey said one of his sisters didn't wear it anymore and he thought it would look good on you. Go! Try it on, Then we can take a BUNCH of magicam photos. Don't we look like pretty dolls?!" Cater gushed, handing you the night gown. You took it with grace and skipped away to your room, giddy and unable to hold back your excitement.

It wasn't long for more guests to arrive in frilly pajamas and cutesy hair accessories. A string of familiar faces entered, and you soon found yourself braiding the hair of Leona, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Silver...You were shocked to see even Epel made an appearance simply to make you happy.

"I learned how to braid a little bit," Silver smiled gently at you, "And a few other hairstyles. I would be happy to try them on you," He said. You looked at Silvers' perfectly French braided hair and makeup that made him look nothing less than an angel, you nodding in immediate trust. You soon had hair that was done so elegantly, adorned with flowers and gems.

"Let's be clear, I ain't a girl!...but.." Epel blushed, "I-if it'll make you happy...i'll let ya braid my hair. Just this once!"

Floyd and Jade even came along with their faces caked with makeup and the most flamboyant nightgowns you have ever seen, laughing away at their silliness.

"Look Floyd," Jade pointed at your makeup which was lightly placed on by his hand, "I told you these colors perfectly suits (y/n)'s skin." Floyd boo'd and insisted to take off the colors Jade had chosen, holding out the most...vibrant and interesting color palate to exist. You only laughed and backed away, shaking your head and begging floyd to leave your precious face alone.

They truly indulged in everything you had missed out on, even if they weren't your "girlfriends," they were so adamantly ready to try, simply to see you smile once more.

It was a night of snacks, makeup, nail painting, chick flicks, karaoke, gossiping, and frilly fun. You truly underestimated just how much the boys took a liking to you and wished to ease your worries and make you feel a little more at home, and you couldn't have asked for better friends than them.

[rapha-reads]

No, but, I adore Dhawan!Master. The way he reacts to the Doctor isn't just his manic energy, his unhinged, feral madness. It's not just Simm!Master's hatred and anger, it's not just Missy's lunacy and uncaringness disguising her desire to get close to Twelfth. Dhawan!Master is so, so in love with the Doctor, he can't stand in. The moment she steps into the same space as him, he cannot help but feel all his love for her, poisoned by his anger and pain, but he can't shut off the love and he haaaaates it. He hates that he perks up whenever she pays him attention, hates that he even needs her attention. But he can't help himself. He hates her and he loves her and he hates that he loves her and he loves that he hates her. And every time someone says to the Doctor "your Master", it's not "your" as in, the possessive article, it's your as in, endearment. He is your Master not because he is your superior, he is your Master because he is entirely yours.

Aaaaah, Thoschei makes me insane.

[starreyblueberry]

Me when Timmy Turner is a perfect allegory of abuse and neglect from a child's perspective, how while def not intended, the fact the show is mainly from his perspective can explain how cartoonish his parents seem to be as well as the people around him, when in reality his parents, babysitter, and teacher aren't actually as humorous as Timmy perceives them but he's actually in a lot more danger/harm then the audience can see. I know it’s not the intent but if it was it would be almost perfect, his escapism getting more and more intense and his fairies seeming more more close due to the fact they can see how horrible Timmy’s life in general actually is. Like whenever people say “Why does Timmy have fairies and not Chester”, it’s cause Chester isn't miserable.

Chester is happy where he is, and he loves his dad and his mobile house, which is why he doesn't need a fairy’s. Compared to Timmy, where he dosent have much to be happy for, he doesn't have that dad who will say he’s proud of him and watch Sunday Cartoons. He dosent have the freedom of doing what he wants cause of the fact Vicky is his baby sitter (I know Vicky is also Chester’s, but it’s assumed that it’s def not as much as Vicky babysits Timmy almost every single day, leaving little room for other kids.)

Anyway back to my main point- when you actually properly look at what Timmy has to deal with, the whole cartoonish sitcomey/none of it is in the next episode, makes sense, cause he's a kid! He thinks that people are just idiots, not that this is out of genuine uncaringness, or true neglect. Its why Cosmo and Wanda never seem actually concerned, cause this is how TIMMY sees the world, and in his eyes his parents are loving but just busy, rather then uncaring people who don't actually take time for his son, and the only people who actually love him for who he is are creatures from a whole other world! How the people in his life arent failing him personally, their just "cranky adults" when in reality now that we've seen Hazel + other kids parents, it really is just Timmys life. Hell if Dev was the main character of Fairly Odd Parents a new wish, there would be a good chance his dad would seem a bit better, cause when your a kid 9/10 you don't think your life is actually shit. He probably thinks that his life is normal and its just him, when in reality, he deserves so much better :(

[betyourhedges]

bg3 ramblings

when you are downed in combat it is DEVASTATING to hear Astarion pleading with you to stay alive after you romance him. his facade of aloof uncaringness cracks. he's finally found something and someone worth fighting for, to *live* for, and there you are, feet away, bleeding out on the ground. i'm not crying, you're crying 😭

[teal-fiend]

pred's stomach being almost like a separate entity to the pred.

it makes demands and decisions that it's owner is powerless to refuse.

the pred might try to resist their stomach's commands, leading them to angst over the inevitable failure.

or they already accepted the futility of the situation. and they nonchalantly go along with what their stomach makes them do. even still they're sometimes surprised by its brutality. but they just laugh it off, making light of the situation, because there's nothing else to do

other's might see their uncaringness as callous. but it's the preds best option

[luunamoona]

jeff winger and brad bakshi are very similar characters. both work (or have worked) in positions that are thought of by many as being staffed only by morally bankrupt people, they both have family-related trauma and, most importantly, they both try to give an impression of apathy and uncaringness despite them actually having emotions and morals. jeff always says how he doesn't care about anything that's going on, despite in many episodes (such as in conspiracy theories and interior design, and in advanced criminal law) going out of his way to help his friends. it's the same with brad, him always saying that he does everything for his own gain, despite going out of his way to get dana rehired for rachel and with him trying to get MQ to not hire zack, despite him easily being able to get a job at a different place. this is because he cares for MQ and the people working there. i have a theory that megan ganz may have taken some inspiration from jeff in the writing of the character, although i'm not totally sure who wrote who.

i really like mythic quest so i might make more posts about it.

[kazooiesart]

bunch o chip doodles + refs for alice and beau!! (the canvas for the ref is wider than the doodles it probably needs to be clicked for better quality)

beau is chip's only friend, as he's the only classmate who doesn't really care about Chip's messy nature or more notably, her uncaringness towards death or oil. He seems to not really care about it himself. Also, his parent went missing and his mom is reclusive and has oil stains on her.

it's probably not related.

[rogue-of-heart-classpecting]

takes on the void aspect?

Void is about nothingness. Secrets, hiding things, staying quiet, sneaking around. Void is like the back side of a webpage. It’s like when you look at the html code and see what’s going on under the hood. Except um… there’s nothing. It’s kind of like space if there was complete absence everywhere. I just watched part of a video about visualizing the fourth dimension and I think it’s actually JUST like that. I started thinking of 4D as like if two 2D planes intersected and it looked and seemed impossible from both planes pov. And I was like what if I took my hands (3D planes) and phased them through each other. It would be impossible but theoretically that would be the 4th dimension. It’s supposed to be similar to “inside” 3D but not exactly the same bc 3D already has inside. It’s like turning a sphere inside out without cutting it open. It like folds in over itself which seems impossible to us in the 3D world but is totally normal in 4D.

Void players don’t mind the confusing nature of all that shit I just said; in fact, they embrace the meaningless and unimportant and the hard to understand. A void player might be interested in useless information that other people overlook, like the way I pick up interesting pieces of plastic and scraps of writing on the street like it’s treasure. Void players appreciate the unappreciated. They notice the overlooked. They’re very interesting people, but you wouldn’t think it because they’re so unassuming and quiet. (Looks at canon void players) ok….. they can be quite in your face obnoxious about their meaningless bullshit. People are different.

The point is, the people who share this aspect are really good at knowing the unknowable and caring about the uncaringable. Very interesting aspect. I like it.

[feyhunter78]

Among the Sun Ch 12

Description: Miguel has revealed his secrets now it is time to reveal yours. (Also, this is the chapter I mentioned that I half wrote on my bathroom floor, and I'm obsessed with it.) Ch 13

It has all come back to you, every dream, memory, smile, and tear that fell with Miguel at the very center. Those traitorous memories that made a fool of you, all when he uttered such simple words. We are fated.

It was no spell, at least not one born of Miguel’s own abilities. You are uncomfortably familiar with that sensation, with the way his eyes swirl and darken, the crimson color bleeding through. But that is not this. His eyes remain that warm umber color, ever shifting shades of brown, from the intoxicating color of honeyed mead to the deep color of fresh soil, primed and tilled in order for new life to grow. They are the catalyst of his very being, and you, you are ensnared, trapped within a molten pool of warmth, embers flickering as you bury your hands in your skirt.

He looks so different now. Back then he was stumbling, skin ashen, eyes haunted, frame bowed under the weight of some invisible burden you could not fathom. But now, now he is beautiful, divine, and destructive, his skin glows, his eyes, in this moment they burn with anguish but prior…prior they were filled with joy. He stands tall, the weight has seemed to slip from his shoulders, or perhaps he simply became more adept at hiding it.

“I do not know what to say. Y/N…I have longed for you, searched the entirety of the realm—-”

“And yet you had a child with another, you turned me away for another.” You know your words are not fair or even rational, but you are angry, angry, and hurt.

The memories flooding your mind are overwhelming, coming with them is the grief and loneliness you felt during that time, it is a crushing weight, one that nearly takes you to your knees. But you will not fall, not in front of he who abandoned you.

“Do not speak of her.” Miguel says, his voice hard.

It makes you flinch, and you can see his fingers twitch, a need, a desire, coursing through him to take hold and comfort you. He was always so wonderful at that, comforting you.

You remember telling him of how your favorite lady-in-waiting was to be married off to some boorish nobleman who lived far, far, away from the palace, how you sobbed at the uncaringness of the world you lived in. He held you in his arms, hand smoothing up and down your back comfortingly, his voice low as he whispered reassurances in your ear. He never made you feel childish or spoiled for crying so often, and many times, about such small things. In fact, he often believed—and voiced—that you did not give your worries enough attention, that you cast them aside in favor of focusing on the issues of others.

“Mi dulce princesa, eres tan abnegada.” He’d say, as he brushed back the hair from your face, a sad smile gracing his lips.

My sweet princess, you are so self-sacrificing. Was it true? You never thought of yourself in such a way, but perhaps Miguel was right.

You would not do so now, though; you would not relinquish your pain in order to soothe his.

“I cannot speak of the woman you chose over me?” You snap, wanting to dig your fingers into Miguel’s heart and squeeze until he bleeds, as you feel you do.

Miguel gives a short laugh. “If I were to choose her over you, she would be here in your place.”

“Then who may I not speak of?” You raise your chin in defiance. “Am I not to be your empress? Is that not what you called me as you took yourself in hand to my memory?”

A slight shiver passes through him, and you watch as goosebumps cover his exposed skin. “You may not speak of my daughter as if she is to blame, she is a child.”

The fire raging within you begins to falter. It was never your intention to insult his daughter, you held no anger towards her, she had no part to play in this mocking tragedy for which you seemed cast as lead role. “I would never, she is, as you said, a child, there is no blame to place upon her, nor would I ever.”

Miguel deflates slightly. “Do you think that even in my gratefulness, I did not wish the gods had allowed you to be Gabi’s mother? That I did not wish she had your eyes or your smile? She is beautiful, and she is mine, but I wish she was ours .”

You bite the inside of your cheek, his words hitting the center of your chest and reverberating out. “I…”

“I am sorry y/n, that I pushed you away, that I did not recognize you. I have been searching for you in every village, every city, every kingdom, every—”

“Brothel.” You cut in, a thick lump in your throat as you recall the rumors. “I have heard the tales, Your Grace.”

Miguel’s tail unfurls from around your ankle, and you take a step back from him, a flicker of satisfaction sparks to life in your chest when his fingers twitch again.

“I thought you had no use for streetwalkers.” You add, the urge to push, and push, and push until he breaks grows strong.

You know him, you did not before, your mind still clouded, but now your memories have returned, and you know him. You know that if you push, if you tug at certain strings within him, he will fall, crumble before you. Is it cruel? Perhaps, but you consider his actions to be cruel as well.

“I waited for you, gave myself only to you, I know I did not ask you to promise you would do the same but I…” It’s true, you had not asked him, but part of you hoped he would do the same, would keep himself for you. It was a foolish thought, and you knew it. He was a man, a handsome man. Men as handsome as Miguel back home would have dozens of lovers by the time they married. Not that there were any back home as handsome as him.

“It is a flaw in my design.” He says softly, staring at your hands, his own tucked behind his back. “A curse within my nature, left behind from the games, I must expend my energy, or I will go mad.”

“You must fuck, so you do not go mad. Miguel, do you take me for a fool?” You deadpan, raising both eyebrows at him.

He hums in delight. “To hear my name from your lips, even said with scorn, is a gift.”

“One I will revoke if you do not cease toying with me.” You say sternly.

“I would only toy with you if you desired it, querida.” He purrs, emboldened by the sound of his name falling from your lips.

You grab the nearest object, a silver spoon, and throw it at him. It bounces off his toned chest and clatters to the floor. You both stare at it for a moment before you shoot him a withering glare. “Flattery will not save you. I have—had brothers, I am not ignorant to the excuses men give women, I have heard them try their pitiful ploys on my companions.”

He holds out his hands in a pacifying manner. “It is no ploy. My mother wished for me to take the throne, a deal was struck, and now I must purge myself of unholy energy or lust will consume my mind.”

He does not look as though he’s lying.

A curse within his nature. The very nature his mother conceived and conspired to create, seeking out a demon, bargaining with it in order to ensure her son could claim the throne, and in doing so she deemed him to such a fate?

“I see.” You say lamely, unsure of how to process this new revelation.

“Could I have held myself off, waited until I found you? Perhaps, but in doing so the moment I found you I would have become frenzied, like a brute, having only the control to find us a private space before I fell upon you.”

His words, though you know, should strike fear in your heart, instead serve to entice you, your breathing picking up ever so slightly.

Miguel’s eyes flicker down to your chest, then to your eyes. “You do not wish that for yourself. Do not wish to be ravaged by me, gown and undergarments shredded, skin marked, fangs sunk into the crook of your neck as I rut into you as an animal does its mate. You would be powerless to stop me, reduced to a babbling pliant mess, my seed spilling from between your legs. I would not be able to stop, cariño, even if you begged me.”

“That would be quite improper.” There is a throbbing in your core, your breath catching in your throat as he steps forward.

“I imagined they were you, compelled them to forget, it has only ever been you, mi vida.” His hands settle on your shoulders, lightly trailing down your arms.

“But Ava?” You breathe, leaning into his touch.

“A foolish attempt to forget you, thin gauze over a gaping wound.” He tells you, brushing his nose down the curve of your face, down the column of your throat until he settles over the spot, he had bitten the previous night. “It did not work; each encounter only drew me back to you.”

Your body molds against his, eyes fluttering shut at his dulcet tones. “Oh?”

“You have branded me, your form burned into my eyelids, your name imprinted on my tongue, your touch melded into my skin, mi emperatriz, there is no one but you.” He whispers, his breath warm on the sensitive skin of your neck, causing a shiver to run through you. Trsl: My empress

“No one?” You ask, a gasp slipping past your lips when Miguel bites down, fangs digging into the very same spot from before, lightning arcing through your body.

He remains there for a moment, drinking, the sound filling the silence as you scramble to remain upright pleasure zinging through you, your thoughts coming to a standstill.

Then Miguel pulls back, lips crimson, fangs bared, his pupils blown wide. “No one.”

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