#weakminds

[fujobritta]

[etirabys]

I sign medical and legal paperwork without understanding it and if I someday die because of this tendency I think that would be kinda fair and accept this in advance

[ohimsummer]

OOOOOOO, HOW ABOUT ANGEL AND DEMON AU W STSG X YOU

angel and demon AU: who is an angel? who is a demon? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

angel! me + satoru anddd demon! suguru!!! teehee 🫣

I like the idea that suguru is a fallen angel turned demon sooo this is sort of kfc breakup coded😭 where he ends up abandoning me and satoru :< his ideals do not align with a typical angel’s (lost faith in mankind)(yes this is based off the movie Legion)

me and satoru are ofc in absolute shambles…we do like to keep an eye on suguru (even when we know he knows we are stalking him </3 ) it’s not like suguru fell out of love or anything but he basically. like does not want to also make us fallen angels or whatever so he tries to leave us alone (started off strong but now he sucks at it he couldn’t help himself 🫵🏾) sooo this is lovers > enemies > back to friends/lovers where me n satoru r basically sneaking around just to see suguru because ofc we have way more to lose going to meet him than he does meeting us (IS THIS MAKING SENSE??)

idk if this counts as a headcanon but in an ALTERNATIVE alternative universe, suguru does make me n satoru fall as angels </3 despite his original intentions to not want that for us, he is still indeed selfish and very good at his job of leading others into sin (?) so eventually that happens and yk that sucks (and there was also an angsty blow up but I digress) but he’s really more concerned (? relieved? excited?) that we get to be around him all the time now :333

au selfship asks!! :33

[starshine-valley]

Guess who watched the new vbs summary :DDD

[dimehun]

Reading batgirl 2000 !!

[coolsnake]

I'm still thinking about that one post that said they sympathized more with Dutch than Arthur or John like. Imagine getting psychologically manipulated by a videogame character

[jackhues]

has anyone tried the bailey's menu at tims?? this is the fourth ad, and now i wanna taste one

[miscellaneous-mercenaries]

"What do I need therapy for. I am not a weak-minded coward."

Ramones is speaking to the Blu Heavy once more. They have gotten friendlier over the past few weeks. He's helping Alice as well, both men. But she is across the field.

Metzger is sulking, watching at a distance with a bottle of something that does not belong to him. There is a permanent scowl etched into his face now.

[cheriladycl01]

Quirk idea #2

Here is my second quirk idea! Feel free to use this in your fanfics (just give me credit if you directly got it from me) obviously I know however I’m not the only creative person in the world and that some people may have also had these ideas before me!

Quirk: Game Master

Her quirk has her see life as a game that she controls.

This entails:

- Probability Manipulation and Prediction

- See outcomes of the future based on her different strategies only they have come up with

- Lie Detection and Persuasion (works best on the weakminded)

- Game Domain

Weaknesses

Has a ‘superiority complex’

Will often treat everything like it’s a game (particularly fighting villains)

Certain aspects of her quirk only work on the weak minded.

For her lie detection she has to be asking a direct question to know if it a lie (can’t just tune into a random conversation and understand they are lying)

She has to spend time in her game domain otherwise she will get tired

Strengths

Master Strategist and Combatist

Naturally good at games

Hero Name:

The Roulette Hero: Game Master

Zodiac: Cancer

Ethnic Background: Japanese

Height: 5ft 3

Weight: 100ibs

Style: Black Tie

Physical Traits: messy red hair, and hearts, clubs, spades and diamonds naturally on her undereye.

Mannerisms: She likes making that ‘Bleh’ noise anytime anyone talks about something she isn’t interested in.

Favourite:

Food: Tokoyaki

Drunk: Iced Americano

Colour: Red and Black

Weather: Chilly

Possession: Deck of Cards

Morning Routine:

Shell level up for the day in her game domain to give herself the most amount or XP for the day.

Hobbies:

Gaming and Cooking

Special Skills:

Gaming and Dealing

Pet Peeves:

Gets so annoyed at the littlest things. Strange smells, annoying noises, people being too loud etc

Bad At:

Conversing

Biggest Fear:

Being Alone (despite her introvert and crazy exterior she craves attention and being around people)

Greatest Flaw:

Her ego and her grasp on reality can slip during battle

Goals:

To be in control of her own life

Who I see them with:

Guys - AIZAWA, Sero

Girls - JIRO, Lady Nagant

[tokoyamisstuff]

What would happen if every Iscariot's vampire hunter had to lose their virginity before joining the service, to avoid becoming a vampire? Anderson would have to do it too. However, he was unlucky enough to have a child from a single sex encounter. And he discovered this fact only years later.

Anderson, who has been losing his humanity for years, is once again faced with his ordinariness – despite being a priest, a hunter, and a devout Christian.

I love your works. Thank you for being there. I have never read such works before, but your work has inspired me to start reading more, and I doubt I'll ever stop. I love it. Thank you. Really.

Oh gosh I love love LOVE that idea! Deserves multiple chapters honestly but I know myself, I'd abandon it...

Anyways thank you so much for the feedback, it really made my day! I'm incredibly glad you enjoy yourself! 💌

Anemoia

[n.] nostalgia for a time or a place one has never known

2,5k. words | f! Reader | no warnings | pre-canon | not proofread

They were told not to return until the deed was committed.

Most of his fellow Iscariot members made quick work of the task, visiting a brothel to just get it over with. The thought alone sickened Anderson to the core, but it was not his place to intervene.

Others never returned after getting a taste of the forbidden fruit, may it be the glimpse of a fulfilling life ahead or simply the affectionate embrace of a lover that made them cast aside their loyalty.

Whatever it was doesn't matter in the end. They were a disgrace, weakminded fools that exchanged the honor of serving a greater purpose for some feeble satisfaction.

Anderson used to judge them heavily, loathe them even, to the point that he swore his blade would not remain unused shall he ever run into one of those traitors...

...that was until he almost became one of them.

How could he ever forget?

The Paladin remembers your first encounter as if it was yesterday. Back then he was still a naive young acolyte, not less zealous in his faith as he is today but certainly a better man than what he had turned into.

Purging the world from sin beyond human comprehension inevitably corrupts even the purest of souls.

Such was his duty, his calling, all he ever knew and wanted to do.

Not once before had he struggled with temptation, if anything he was the most strict when it came to obeyeing the rules of the book.

So obviously indulging in carnal pleasure was something he just couldn't bring himself to do, no matter how he tried to rationalize the necessity of it. To him it was a mental block keeping him from going against his teachings, feeling like it would erase a central part of himself if he did.

But then he found you.

There was an old, barely visited library at the border of a small town Anderson had made his personal sanctuary until he found a solution to his predicament. He visited daily, spending hours escaping reality through busying himself in written words but that particular day his usual spot was taken.

A stunningly beautiful woman was sitting at the huge windowsill, buried in one of his favourite books as the raindrops drumming against the glass were scattering the faint daylight across her skin.

You noticed that he was staring way before he did so himself, a gentle smile spreading across your face as you scooted over and pat the free spot next to you. He reluctantly obeyed as you waved for him to come, slightly taken aback by the random act of kindness towards a rather intimidating stranger like him.

No words were spoken the whole afternoon as you read besides each other, exchanging subtle glances and occasional timid smiles. Your interest in him was obvious, as was his, yet internally he was spending this whole time fighting against an odd warmth that was spreading through chest, seeping into his guts and wrapping his brain in cotton.

This must be a sign from god. Yes, surely you were sent here to resolve this conflict keeping him from returning to fight alongsides his brethren.

If it needs to be done either way, then so be it.

He'd be damned to take advantage of a lady like you were one, though. You deserved to be courted properly first.

And so he began playing this dangerous game, kept ignoring his conscience and doubts and instead telling himself that this was the best way to operate.

The Alexander you got to know was a true cavalier, and besides many attributes his gentle soul you admired the most. You'd spend countless dates together, sharing enriching conversations and heartfelt experiences.

Each time he told himself the next time you'd meet he'd get it over with, but deep down he never wanted this to end.

At some point though you grew weary of his endearing hesitation, deciding to make the first move and oh the mind is willing but the flesh is weak.

Only when he found himself lying in the aftermath, your body enveloped with his and feeling as content and at peace as never before, he finally snapped out of this pleasant daydream.

At that point he knew he had to stop this at once, or he'd completely lose himself and drag you down with him.

Anderson couldn't allow himself to be this happy. It was wrong in the eyes of the Lord, and especially towards you it wasn't fair. You did not know what kind of beast you truly had invited to bed - no, love you.

This was not the kind of life he could ever imagine himself taking part in. Truth be told, he never knew he wanted to be until now that it was so enticingly in reach.

Ah, that's what this is: You were his final test before he'd ascend this pathetic humanity and become one of god's chosen holy warriors.

Ultimatively, just like this, he disappeared from your life as sudden as he had become part of it, scattering your heart in the process.

That was ten years ago.

Even now not a day goes by that Anderson isn't haunted by the memory of your smile in his dreams, the ghost of your touch under his palms and your balmy lips mending him to the core.

He never regretted his decision, certain you had long since forgotten about the bastard that deceived you and led the happy life you deserved.

To him however you'd always have a special place in his heart, the last remnant of humanity, grounding him during moments he felt more akin to the monsters he fought than the people he swore to protect.

What a coincidence that he has a mission so close to the town you had met in the past...god sure works in mysterious ways.

Finding himself reminiscing as he strolls across a cobbled path of the public garden he can't help the enamored smile playing on his lips, wondering what you've been up to these days. He's been praying for your well-being every single day, being the first thought after waking up and the last before closing his eyes to sleep.

You on the other hand almost spit out your drink as you saw him just casually appearing here again, eyes raking up and down his tall form several times until you're sure you aren't hallucinating or confusing him with someone.

Time sure had taken a toll on him, but that doesn't make him any less attractive. In the past you had only ever seen him with civilian clothes, but the distinct golden cross he refused to take off even in the shower you'd recognize anywhere. Your gaze gets stuck on the clerical collar adorning his neck, and together with his priestly attire realization eventually dawns on you.

All accusations die on your tongue when his eyes lock with yours, the whole situation so bizarre that the flood of conflicting emotions overwhelmed you.

One could think ten years are more than enough time to forgive, but forgetting is a completely different story.

Anderson freezes in his tracks upon seeing you, his mind instantly turned into a caleidoscope of shock and shame. For a moment he considered to just keep walking, fleeing rather, aware that there's nothing he could do or say to make up for what he's done.

Yet his heart betrayed his reason, giving in to this pull he felt towards you even after all this time. His feet moved as if they had their own will, hastily approaching you out of fear you might leave.

Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to keep your composure, looking up to the man that awkwardly towered in front of you. "Alexander" you scoffed, glaring daggers at him. "Or should I call you 'Father Anderson' now?"

"N-No, the first name is just fine, I mean...I..." he ran a hand through his hair, puffing out a strained breath as his words began to fail him. "I'm glad to see you're well."

"Are you really, though?" You cross your arms in front of your chest, the little crack in your voice sending a pang of guilt straight to his chest. "Didn't seem like you cared this past decade."

Despite your hostile demeanour Anderson hesistantly sat down next to you on the bench, groaning in frustration with himself. "That's- that's not true...it's hard to explain.."

"Spare me the excuses, it's far too late for that." You sigh as you glanced over to the man besides you again, wanting to scream and slap and shake him but you couldn't bring yourself to do so. He was a perfect image of misery, drowning in self-loathing as he should. Seeing him at least genuinely feeling bad for his actions appeased you in some way, so at least for now you refrained from reproaching him any further.

There was a strained silence that encoated both of you, and yet you couldn't deny the familiarity of each other's closeness.

In a way, it felt like no time had passed at all.

"So...have you always been a priest, or was I really so terrible that I drove you into celibacy?" you joked, making him chuckle a bit ashamed.

"Of course not. Neither of it. I was destined for this position long before I met you, but then..." he trails off, but you understood what he was implying.

Anderson folds his hands in his lap, tearing his eyes away from the ground to look at you. He was undeniably tormented by remorse, but there was a hint of something else in his features.

"I was fond of you, I really was." He still is. "You are an amazing woman, really. But it's more complicated than you think. This life...just wasn't for me."

Your expression softens significantly at his confession, but that didn't make up for even a fraction of what you've been through because of him.

All those years you had tried desperately to find him, but he was lost without a trace. You always wondered if he left because of you, or if he had really deceived you all this time. At least finally understanding the reason made you find some sort of peace with what happened.

"You're an asshole" you say anyways, and he nods in aggreement. "That was just cruel. You could've just talked to me or at least left a note. Anything but this!"

"I know, I know...but I was scared that I'd forget about my vows as soon as I look into your eyes again, like so many times before. I'm so incredibly sorry, you have no idea..."

Before either of you could continue the conversation, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around, dreading what you know comes next.

"Mooom, can you give me some money for the icecream truck?" The boy pleads with you when suddenly his attention falls on the man sitting awfully close to you. "Who's that?"

Anderson's face becomes chalk-white at the sight of the young boy wrapping his arms around you from behind, pecking a small kiss on your cheek that makes you snicker. He's got your facial structure that's for sure - but those wild ash-blond spikes and defiant emerald eyes hit him like a train.

All the things he's seen and done but this is what pushes him towards his breaking point.

"Oh, him?" Your eyes nervously dart between Alexander and your son, stuttering "Umm...that's Father Alexander Anderson, an old friend of mine."

"A friend?" His brows furrow in confusion as he had never seen him before. "You're friends with priests?"

You huff out a gentle laughter, ruffling the boy's hair much to his protest. "There's a lot you don't know about your mother. Now be polite and say hello!"

"Hello, sir." You watch proudly as the boy stretches out his hand for your aquaintace to shake. "I'm Nathaniel."

Nathaniel. Means 'gift from god'. Oh you.

Anderson's hand shake violently as he takes your son's way smaller one, eyes glossy with blinked back tears. "How-" he gulps harshly, giving his very best to appear calm despite his raging panic attack. "How old are ye, lad?"

"Almost 10!" he practically beams at the priest, blissfully unaware of this meaningful encounter. "Well...next year."

"He's very tall for his age" you remark, smirking almost a bit gleeful. "Got his father's genes."

"...I see..." Alexander squeezes the boy's hand ever so slightly before letting go, his index finger tugging on his collar that began to feel awfully suffocating. "Nice to meet you, boy. You're not causing your mother any trouble, aren't ye?"

"Of course not!" His offended reaction lured a timid chuckle to escape Anderson's throat, which you joined in as well. "Well then I guess someone's earned his icecream, am I right?"

One hand disappeared under his coat, and from the corner of your eye you could've sworn to see threatening steel beneath it. He pulled out his wallet, handing the boy a generous amount of pocket money.

"Thank you, mister!" the boy cheers, happily running off as he chirps something about how you should invite him more often. Watching your son safely arriving at the playground in the midst of the park you lean onto the backrest of the bench, cracking a placable smile. "You're surprisingly good with children."

"I-I...actually, I run an orphanage back at the Vatican." Voicing it made the absurdity of the situation crush him like a ton of bricks. All those years he lovingly raised so many children while his own alledged flesh and blood - and the love of his life - were struggling to get by. And yet while the thought of having a biological child may be terrifying considering his circumstances, having it with you of all people feels like a blessing nonetheless. "Is-is he really-"

"Don't you dare asking that question." You clutch the fabric of your shirt into a tight fist and your hurt expression makes his stomach churn. "Just look at him! He's your carbon copy."

"Yes, yes...he's perfect. Sorry...it's just..." he buries his face in his hands, unable to look at you any longer. "God, I ruined your life..."

"No you didn't" you spoke, voice firm and sincere. "It was my own choice, and Nathaniel is the best thing that could ever happen to me."

You put a reassuring hand on Anderson's shoulder, and he stared at you unbelieving yet in sheer reverence of your virtue. Suddenly he pulls you into a bear hug, letting out a shuddered breath into the crook of your neck. "Thank you for taking care of my wee boy..."

"He's a good kid" you whisper, hands finding rest on his back. "Well of course he is, no wonder with a mother like you. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Anderson slowly composes himself again, but his hands remain possessively on your shoulders. "I-I know I have no right to ask, but...could I visit him- the two of you?"

"That was my wish to begin with. No matter what happened between us, you're his father. You have every right to be a part of his life if you want to take responsibility."

"You have no idea how much that means to me..." Anderson clasps your hand with his gloved ones, his eyes intense yet loving as he solemny swears "We'll figure it out. I might not be able to make up for the lost time, but from now on, no matter what, I'll be there for you both!"

[confessmau]

I think it's peak cowardice when people talk about giving Zane a slutty waist or making him more feminine and then drawing him thin

Mystreet Zane is canonically chubby (mcd Zane isn't)

But regardless, you shouldn't need to twinkify characters just to make them feminine. Or have a slutty waist.

Sure for mystreet Zane it could be considered representation erasure(Although Jess erases it herself too(sadly)) But most of all it's weakminded and cowardly.

Really? You want to make a male character more feminine so you make them an hourglass twink? Were is the CREATIVITY? The INSPIRATION.

Not all feminine men are hourglass twinks you COWARDS.

By no means am I saying feminine twink guys cannot exist at all. I just believe exclusively making the male characters you draw more femininely all twinks is weakminded and unispired.

If you have a ship. There doesn't always need to be a tall buff one and a thin hourglass short one.

Get more creative. Get more inspired.

Sometimes it's especially tragic when they are SO close to greatness.

I saw someone compare Zane and Travis to Morticia and Gomez. Yet they draw Travis taller then Zane. TRAGIC. TRAGEDY. Why can't we have tall feminine godess energy Zane??? Why are they taking that from us???

~~

[liveleaker]

are you a tr*nny?

you censor yourself like a weakminded individual

[marunalu]

I saw what another user had written and looked for it, it's true that AFO approached Izuku like this and it's interesting because at this point he would have no quirk to take from him (OFA no longer exists). Furthermore, it's true that when he takes out a quirk the hole in his hand is black and now it's white. If this is so, the question would be what AFO's intention is when he approaches? and if he wants to give him a quirk, why will he do it?

So @luna-cry was definitetly right then about that when afo steals quirks the holes are black and when he gives quirks they are white and glow just how the holes in izukus palm did glow white when he transfered the ofa quirks to tomura. About what quirk afo would want to give izuku: maybe a regeneration quirk to restore his arms or maybe he DID want to use a quirk on izuku himself, but one to stop the bleeding.

I know some people think afo was about to attack and kill izuku because of the hand raise, but the thing is we DONT SEE HIM USE AN ATTACK! You cant just say "oh afo tried to kill izuku" when we see NO ATTACK! If hori wanted to show that afo had killing intentions WHY didnt he show the supposed attack on page and let aizawa and the boys show up to rescue izuku in THAT very moment, instead of them interrupting BEFORE we could see what afo was about to do.

@luna-cry mentioned to me that afo actually saved izukus life in the vestige world and its true. We see that decay didnt only decayed izukus arms in the vestige world the SAME damage ALSO happend in the REAL world. Which means if afo hadnt destroyed the decay quirk, izuku would be 100% dead now! Afo SAVED izuku! Why should he save him to just kill him one minute later when decay could have done the job instead?

Also, I know we need to wait for offical translations, but afo calls izuku by his BIRTH NAME in the privacy of his own mind. Usually he calls him by his full name, ofa or just midoriya. It will be interesting to see if in the offical translation he will also call him by his first name which japanese people only do to people they are close with. Or how inconsistent he is in regard to izuku. To his face he calls him useless, weak, a nobody but to bakugou he said "you will always stand in his shadow" and in this chapter he mentions how "insignificant" sero and co. are compared to izuku. He literally thinks to himself how important izuku is, despite that he just lost both his arms, lost ofa and is supposed to be quirkless right now (which he isnt because he has the afo quirk)!

Its obvious why he talks so negative about izuku to his face. He is trying to make him feel miserable and weak so he will give up and stop fighting. Thats his way of manipulating people he wants to stop resisting him. He tried the exact same thing with yoichi. He wants izuku to be weakminded and look down on himself like he did most of his life before he went to ua, because its easier to control and manipulate izuku that way. But in the privacy of his own mind afo thinks highly of izuku and calls him that in front of others, when he isnt around to hear.

I mean, do people think its a coincidence that in inkos bio it was mentioned she is weakminded. She is EXACTLY the kind of woman afo would prey on.

[edgyparrot]

Wer kann schon ohne Liebe sein?/Who can be without love?

Even in a relationship as doomed as the de Winters’, there are the moments in between the shouting matches, away from the betrayal, there are those tiny grains of affection and hope, where Mr. and Mrs. de Winter can get it together, in the face of situations more disastrous than their marriage.

Not every moment in the two decades of marriage was hostile, and we’re here, cherry picking the good bits, to imagine them in a collection of fluffy one-shots.

It couldn’t have all been bad, right? Right?!?

#rexim for the weakminded

@maliania

[snderist]

holy crap storytelling is not for the weakminded or the unmotivated...

(edit: i'm not even done and my sister just asked me to go to the store for her i give up)

[hitcritical]

❝-  but  it's  always  the  same  with  weakminded  bitches  like  that.❞  He's  leaning  back  against  the  wall,  putting  his  feet  up  against  the  concrete  until  he's  certain  he's  leaving  streaks  against  it.  Maybe  he's  boring  her,  maybe  she  has  better  places  to  be     ⎯⎯⎯⎯    honestly,  he  doesn't  really  care.  He's  in  the  middle  of  his  story,  and  she's  along  for  the  ride  now  (  who  else  was  he  going  to  tell  ?  That  one  mean  woman  from  catering  ? Nah,  thanks.  )  ❝Oh  look  at  me,  I'm  so  special  because  my  daddy's  daddy  once  danced  naked  in  a  ring.  Full  of  shite  is  what  they  are.❞

@lunarruled ♡