#utter bullshit post

[20sturnedmeemo-punk]

Admittedly, yes, a lot of men suck.

But I hear that just comes with being into oral sex, so, genuinely, I feel like they should suck to keep things fair and equal.

[laswells-ashtray]

There's a storm, in Nikolai's professional opinion he'd say a pretty fucking bad one. Lampposts are waving in the wind, synchronised in their dance. Rain hits the windows with the symphony of a thousand bullets. Pets are kept inside.

Doctor's offices send our warnings, phone call appointments only. They can't risk people heading out in the weather. Schools, colleges, and universities all tell their students to take the day off. No education is worth the risk. Stores close, as do restaurants for no one bats an eye.

And in the midst of all of it, he catches John, looking between the carton of cigs in his hand and the window. Gauging the risk.

It takes little effort to grab the man and throw him over his shoulder. He has to fight to keep from dropping him as John squirms and fights in his grip.

It's like wrangling a spooked horse. Only the horse is a captain who views his livelihood at the cost of a cigarette.

Dragging him into their bedroom is a challenge as John reaches out, bracketing his form with hands clutched on either side of the doorway.

Maybe Nikolai would apologise for sinking his teeth into John's ribs later on, but why should he be compared to a bear and face punishment for claiming his prey in his ravenous maw.

Throwing the captain down on the bed is purely for his own amusement, sprawling across him and anchoring him to the bed is for John's safety and his own piece of mind.

"Get off me, you bloody muppet."

"I can get you off, but I won't get off of you."

He has spent years silencing John Price and his confident claims backed by his penchant for danger, he won't stop now.

[gaily-daily]

Ive always been sad about a Doctor leaving. All the ones I've watched anyway.

Never have I actually been angry

[monaetheworldsdestroyer]

be the change you want to see in the world i guess

[imogenkol]

— WIP SOMEDAY

I was tagged by @kyberinfinitygems and @simplegenius042 thank you beloveds 💕💕💕

starting to gradually get the ball rolling for the rest of IIHAH main fic and another piece of Imogen lore clicked into place for me! Both her and Bix will be on Ghorman during the massacre in my version and they are also in their breakup era at that time, running into each other earlier by coincidence. Bix goes to her to try and gauge Imogen’s purpose for being there 👀

Imogen stared out at the nearly empty plaza below her from the hotel balcony, watching as a few scattered Imperial soldiers set up barricades. She observed them just as she had observed the citizens milling about earlier that day, but the difference tonight was the silence that settled over Ghorman. Something about the low-lit street lamps and the unsettling stillness drew her back into the memories she had, long before that tall bronze memorial had been erected at the center of the plaza. Before the planet and its people had been choked by the very beast she was once collared by. 

“Why are you here, Imogen?” A familiar voice asked behind her. A voice she shut her eyes to drink in the sound of before it would inevitably leave her again. When the bounty hunter didn’t answer, she felt Bix move closer, her leveled tone turning impatient. “Are you here for Dedra Meero? Are you here for me?”

At that last question, Imogen opened her eyes and glanced longingly over her shoulder. She wished she could say yes. Though, judging by the hard expression on Bix’s face, it would not be a reason she’d appreciate. “No. I knew the ISB had a presence here, but I was unaware that Meero was part of the operation.” 

Bix balked a bit. Imogen still sensed the invisible cord that tethered her to the other woman, but ever since the mechanic had shut her out, the connection felt weaker. There was a distance between them, even as Bix took another step closer — even as her softened voice echoed through the ravine she carved out inside Imogen’s chest. “Then why are you here?” 

“I came to…” Imogen trailed off and stared down at the plaza once more. “Well, I am not entirely sure yet. To help? To search for reconciliation? I suppose I will know for sure by tomorrow.”

“Reconciliation for what?”

“Why do you wish to know? I was under the impression you wanted nothing to do with me anymore.” Imogen kept her tone cold and nonchalant as she sipped from the small cup of steaming tea in her hand, but every cell in her body yearned to hear that Bix still cared enough about her to want to know the answer. 

Of course, Bix found her resolve instead. She scoffed and threw her hands up. “You don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. Just, please, stay out of my way tomorrow.”

The frayed cord between them grew taut as Bix started to storm away, yanking painfully at Imogen’s chest as if there were hooks digging deep into the chambers of her heart. 

“My master was Ghorman,” she blurted out. 

The revelation caused Bix to hesitate, which loosened the tight ache within Imogen and filled her with momentary relief. Although, she feared it was more out of surprised curiosity than genuine interest. Either way, the mechanic listened intently as Imogen continued.

“She brought me here once, before the Clone Wars. I was a child who had begun asking questions about her origins. We walked Palmo Plaza as Rejna told me this planet had once been her home. That she even had living relatives in the city she had never met, mere blocks away.” 

Imogen could nearly see the vision of her younger self strolling the plaza below, watching her master’s robes billow in the cold breeze. Rejna had never divulged such personal information before that nor after. It had almost felt like a dream to Imogen whenever she reminisced about it. A pleasant dream, with the taste of Ghorman pasties on her tongue and the feel of Ghorman fabric underneath her fingers. Rejna had always worn a beautiful blue silken sash around her waist that Imogen hadn’t known nor questioned the origins of until their visit. A token of the past, Rejna called it. 

“She told me that knowing where we come from is important, but that we must sever our roots if we are to move forward. I was born on Onderon, a world I have no memory of before my time with the Jedi. My mother was an engineer from Corellia. My father, a banker from Naboo.”

“I thought you didn’t know anything about your parents,” Bix interjected.

Imogen smiled a little and took another sip of her tea before taking a risk and throwing an amused glance at her beloved. “I told you I did not remember them, which was true. I researched them once my master and I returned to Coruscant.”

Bix frowned, but held her tongue. After all, she hadn’t been any more forthcoming when it came to her own long gone parents.

“I have visited those worlds since… yet, the pull I feel is strongest here,” Imogen mused. “Strange, isn’t it?”

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[gonnalosemydougdimmadomedamnmind]

I deserve financial compensation every time I have to read a post that posits that Jason is actually the good big brother that's there for his siblings and Dick is the big mean golden child that can do whatever he wants and turns his siblings away when they need help. I'd have like a gajillion dollars now.

This bothers me so much specifically because it's the exact opposite of canon, in Dick's case anyway. Ain't nobody going to Jason for help in the first place. I really can't get past the backwards logic of it all. No, the utter lack of logic. Like it's the Exact Opposite.... The Exact Opposite!!! How did you come to this conclusion???

Well, I mean, I know- you don't read the comics AND you take everything at face value. I get it, when I first entered the fandom- the way people talk about Dick and Jason and Tim and Damian? They'd have you believe that Jason and Tim were delivered to Earth by angels with a chorus singing in the heavens and a light following them everywhere their delicate, innocent feet went. Everything they do is either Justified or Morally Correct. Nothing is Ever Their Fault. They deserve your sympathy and awe, and nothing short of worship is an attack on their character. They'd have you believe that Dick is a Monster, that Everything is his fault, that he's an inherently bad and selfish person because He Tried but He Didn't Devote Himself Entirely to Jason and Tim and Thats Bad and He Deserves To Be Punished For It and that Damian is a Demon, that he's always going to make the choice that serves himself and hurts others, that even though he's a 10 year old boy with a complicated, abusive upbringing, Everything is His Fault Entirely and He Doesn't Deserve Understanding or Mercy.

That's what you see and hear when you enter this fandom. And unless you actually read the comics or do the research by looking through blogs with meta commentary on the comics (with panels provided) or interact with fan media that is based on the comics And Not The Fanon- this is the false opinion that remains.

It drives me crazy that people refuse to engage with the actual canon of something they claim to be a fan of. What are you a fan of if you have no idea what you're talking about? It drives me crazy, because theres so much of this fanon content, you have to literally dig and dig and dig and dig and dig and dig to find the truth. And the truth is so Unbelievably, Undeniably

Not That.

In fact, in most cases whatever you read- the opposite is what actually happened. Or what you read is Entirely Made Up to make one character, (Dick and Damian), look bad in order to prop up the other character, (Jason and Tim). Then people get angry when you point that out, for ruining 'the fun' or their false perception of their fave character. Well I'm angry for having to do it in the first place.

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Tics sound so made up. Like yeah. I will repeat things until I’m out of breath. And twitch and stuff and snap my fingers weirdly. Can I control it? That seriously depends on your definition of ‘control’ because it’s somewhere between an itch and a compulsion and literally completely out of my control. I routinely yeet my pencils. But I can play bass guitar and you would absolutely think I should be kept as far as possible from sewing or something like welding but actually that’s when I’m in the most control of my body. The most common treatment/accommodation is to literally just ignore it and distract yourself with fine motor tasks. Tell me that doesn’t sound fake. This is a made up thing but it’s not. This is a real thing it just sounds so made up.

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Esteban immediately unfollowing and removing Alpine from his bio, oh how I would love to be a gc with him right now. Speak your truth King!!

[loveamongdragons]

You know, as much as there is reason to critique season 3 of ATLA, as well as the writing in general, I just feel like chirping in with a daily reminder that we have been blessed. Absolutely fed. Gifted the holy grail of excellent character writing. Faults and errors notwithstanding, thank god there is a show like ATLA to cherish.

[layton-heritage-posts]

Psa: Don't send your shitty callout posts into my askbox please???

[undeadorion]

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[golden-lovers]

feels weird that I haven't maintagged any of my wrestling posts except for gifsets in a while and now I feel like an attention-seeking fraud when i think about maintagging

[lerudan]

I'm waiting for tests to run, and my brain came up with something even worse than Morlund's Montgolfiere.

Now, I don't think the three would leave Hidden Ember, but imagine, for a second here.

Avad wants to repurpose the Sun-Rings. Not every Sun-Ring can become a memorial. And the Carja populace is missing their entertainment. But how do you do entertainment without killing people? So he sends out messages to get ideas. And Morlund, Abadund and Stemmur come up with a parcour. Something between Ultimate Beastmaster and Takeshi's Castle (narrated by Stemmur, of course).

Maybe in the Sunring at Sunfall? Anyway. Shortly before construction is done, Aloy comes along on her way back east, and he asks her to test-run things, because, of course he does, and she does it. And it's not trivial. But she manages it. (maybe even in a timed manner? would be quite a fun side-activity like the machine races).

And Abadund instantly realized what a great marketing opportunity this is, because now the challenge is not only "can you manage the parcour", but also: "Can you best the Saviour".

Things get a little difficult, when the first Nora encounter this thing, because, that's just a version of the proving. Without the Grazer Hunt at the start. Why would anyone not manage that. And the Carja remember why there were so many scary stories about the savages of the east.

[disenchanfed]

want to gargle michael

[utterhomestucktrash]

e1 with jennifer drips for the outfit meme

Wanted to draw her bald so bad but here u go

Outfit meme here ! 🧥✨💞

[biancabelairs]

actively mad about this night one main event business and i actually also hate the women's three way booking