#whining warning

[kayvsworld]

I went. To the freezer to get an ice pack for the migraine to save me to save my life. And the entire fridge has died and nothing is cold and we won’t get a replacement until tomorrow what if I WALK INTO THE SEA NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

[platoapproved]

— And he hadn't told me. — I did, once. He didn't hear it.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[starbluethunder]

its not hard to click someones profile before you follow them btw

[bonefall]

no joke you turned star flower into one of my least favorite characters into one of my favorites. this is why i follow you and this is why its important to talk about this stuff. even when people are aware of these issues, it can be hard to see just how deep they run until somebody points it out

Star Flower deserves better, most of the cast of DOTC deserves better but Star Flower, Snake, and Bumble deserve the most better

She didn't DO anything man. She's not even that mean. It's super popular for people to just end up absolutely hating her because of Thunder being jealous and angry at her, but she didn't fuckin "betray" anyone, and everything Thunder is saying about her is SUPER messed up and should really have been examined!

Like... how do they unironically write Thunder looking at Star Flower, saying "YOU ONLY LIKE MY DAD BECAUSE HE REMINDS YOU OF YOUR FATHER" and just let that hang in the air?? And leave Clear Sky's internal monologue about how she's going to obey him, be more loyal to him than his "own kin" (Thunder) whomst he's actively abusing, and how he finally has someone who won't question him?

I need her to get therapy, man. I need her and Thunder to get therapy and Clear Sky to blow up.

[bbygrlmarkscout]

I've watched the reintegration scene SEVEN TIMES now and I still get full body chills from it..

The slight change in his voice when he says "you mean what quarter?" is INSANE!!! Ever so slightly more child-like and higher in pitch than all his previous answers ... Fucking 😭 And then the editing.. how was his posing so precise despite the costume changes ?? The precision angles and exact same expressions. The scene and episode ending with the phrase "who are you?" The same phrase that starts the show?? (And again when Mark first meets Reghabi)

SHOCK. AWE. WONDER.

[novantinuum]

gnawing at the bars of my cage

can we please Stop telling SU blind reactors all the fandom drama and SU crit that came out of every episode so we can allow them to just enjoy the show like a normal person at their own leisure and make their Own opinions thank u

[girderednerve]

i started rewatching the punisher (2017) with a friend of mine. we watched the first two episodes & here's what i thought about

okay actually i feel like i need to make some kind of apology first. this show is not good & i don't have a particularly good excuse for liking it, but i do like it. i'm going to say mean things about it, but i think it's interesting & i like watching it even though its politics are completely rancid. actually, i love one of its episodes, & have seen it like probably five times—it is episode 10, "virtue of the vicious," but i only ever call it the elevator episode. but most of what i like about the show is that i think it's a convenient cultural object: it pulls a lot of nasty cultural trends together, making them obvious. it's also reasonably well-produced. rancid, though!

the general plot is: there's a guy named frank castle, some stuff happened to him in the second season of daredevil (his whole family was murdered by 'a cartel' & then he did a bunch of revenge murders; daredevil was his defense lawyer when he got arrested for these murders, & his trial hinged on a somewhat offensive comic-book approach to PTSD) & then he faked his own death, so now he's bumming around working as a day laborer on the stupidest construction site of all time. before his whole family got murdered, he was in special forces in afghanistan, where he was party to torture related to a CIA-run drug smuggling ring; the risk that he might reveal this information is why the CIA directed the cartel to kill frank & his family. figuring out this last part &, of course, punishing the people responsible is the main thrust of the season.

truly cannot tell if the people who wrote this show knew that they were writing a fascist TV show. like i don't know if they noticed that or not? my friends & i puzzled over this when the first season came out (i still haven't seen the second season.) sometimes i think they were attempting to comment on cultural trends around the punisher from a vaguely critical posture, but sometimes i think not; the most plausible read is probably that the show's creators meant well but had no robust framework for understanding what they were commenting on

when i say it's fascist i mean the opening sequence involves frank murdering a man from 'a cartel' (nonspecified but it's the one that murdered his family, apparently) with a sniper rifle; the man is in juarez & frank is in el paso. this is such a compressed, casual depiction of border violence that i think it's sort of fascinating

frank works on a construction site initially. his job appears to be manually knocking down concrete block walls with a sledgehammer for hours at a time in a sort of checked-out daze (they are not demolishing the building though?). in the second episode, two of his unsavory coworkers try to kill a third by dropping him in cement, which is being poured after midnight on a largely abandoned jobsite. none of this makes any sense at all & i was annoyed by it

weird to see a veterans' support group where nobody says "fuck." that oughta be every third word or so. TV, man

speaking of that support group, part of what's so interesting to me about this show is that it's very invested in the idea of The Veteran. veterans are, almost without exception, men; they're traumatized by combat; they are strong & tough; they have made sacrifices (undergoing trauma) for regular americans & in return they have been abandoned: 'i fought for this country & there is no place for me in it'

i do think that many veterans feel this way! i think it is useful to have it said out loud explicitly. the three villains in this season are: a veteran who served with frank & is now a contractor in private security; a veteran who is younger than frank & starts committing terrorist attacks to prevent gun control legislation; and a CIA guy who used to do a lot of field work. frank himself is, over the course of the show, a homeless veteran who is working under the table. the problem is that this whole idea (veterans are brave people who nobly sacrifice their physical wellbeing &/or endure moral injury for the american public, who both need & want this sacrifice, & then receive no support in return) is very common & also rotten. it's also just like, wrong; most veterans never see combat & if they're traumatized it's directly by uncle sam. also i never asked y'all to do all that & i certainly didn't promise to thank you for it. i will die but that is all i will do for death i am not on his payroll!!

only show i can think of that is even sort of interested in the well-documented connection between terrorism in the united states & a military record, though, & of course they soft-shoe it. i said it was fascist

there's a flashback scene to when frank's family wasn't dead yet where he's hanging out with his kids on the ferry & his son (maybe 10 or so?) describes frank as "killing hajjis." frank physically grabs his son & tells him to never say that again. his kid looks startled. i think this scene is interesting: we see frank as a parent (uninspiring, imo); we are reassured that he isn't racist (not sure i concede this but i do think that is an intention behind this scene); and we are sure that he is aware of the extremely widespread anti-muslim sentiment that surrounds the american wars of occupation in iraq & afghanistan. this scene felt familiar to me. there is a certain kind of veteran, very noticeably not represented on this show directly, who is embarrassed by his service, or by the narratives around it; my father is this way.

also speaking of that support group scene personally i think it's rude as hell to show up to support group in the church basement & then leave the one-legged facilitator to put all the chairs away by himself. y'all don't have manners in the marines? well, maybe not

this show introduces dinah madani, whom i love. her whole bit is that she's an iranian-american who works for the CIA & her civilian partner in afghanistan was murdered, she has a video of what happened but can't prove it, and she wants to get him justice. but she really believes in the project of the CIA & the united states more broadly! she has a bunch of clunky lines to this effect, including an awkward conversation about her mom about why they both drink, which amber rose revah really almost lands (she's good!). she's a frustrating character to me because i like her a great deal but i also think the show lazily sticks her in a box & doesn't take her as seriously as she deserves & neither do her colleagues in the show. but i do love her so much & i like to imagine for her something like a thoughtful defection narrative

ebon moss-bachrach is in this show, yay

deborah ann woll is so hot. she is so stupid hot, sorry, i thought about that a lot

anyway i will probably write more long horrible thoughts about this awful show. i apologize. if you have seen the punisher (2017) or read this long horrible post please feel personally invited to opine

[nabaath-areng]

Having to micromanage your entire physical battery day in and day out is so exhausting, especially when your ability fluctuates without rhyme or reason with every single day. I'm starting to have to reframe how I view and tackle my task lists because otherwise the grief and frustration becomes so much that I get nothing done. I'd love to complete the entire list today, but I'm gonna have to limit myself to ticking off two tasks just so I don't burn myself out to the point of being unable to do anything later...

[kayvsworld]

the iron man suit is so cool……I can’t believe tony built that with his hands and brain very neat

[candytuftshoard]

too many ppl when they say "big man is aroace" they actually mean "i dont want to think about him having sex because i think its Icky" so im putting my foot down and if ur big man aroace headcanon doesnt include the fact that hes a freaky lil kinkster I don't want to hear it!!!!!

[ayara-resara]

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[gen-is-gone]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Breaking Bad Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jesse Pinkman Additional Tags: Jesse Pinkman in Alaska, Farolitos/Luminarias, Homesickness, Christmas, (sort of), Jesse is from Albuquerque, the author is also from Albuquerque Summary:

Lighting candles, cursing darkness. Sometimes you just miss home.

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: injury

“I thought I was supposed to be the idiot who doesn’t know when to stop?” Nico snaps, dragging a heavily battered and bleeding Jason Grace through camp by the (likely broken) wrist. “You’re supposed to be the one telling me to knock it off, you’re supposed to be the one babysitting me, why would you make me be in your shoes, huh? Are you trying to teach me a lesson, Grace? Because fuck you, it’s working.” 

Jason has the audacity to huff out laughter as if there isn’t a concerning amount of blood staining the back of his shirt. As if his temple isn’t swelling into a lime sized lump, as if his bones aren’t fractured under his skin, Nico can feel how displaced they are, he’s going to be sick about it later. Probably. Maybe. 

“I hate you so much,” Nico says. This is what he gets for thinking Annabeth and Percy would be enough to keep an eye on Jason. What was he thinking? Leaving Jason in the hands of a woman who fell off two cliffs and a man who Nico had to shove in the River Styx so he wouldn’t get himself killed. Of fucking course neither of them thought Jason looking this bad was anything to worry about - they probably look worse. 

Nico cannot think about that right now. He can only drag one stupid self-sacrificial hero across camp at a time. 

“It’s really not that bad,” Jason says, still like he’s laughing, laughing, Nico’s going to shove ambrosia down his throat until he’s better and then kill him. “Nico, relax?” 

A rageful heat Nico hasn’t felt in years sparks up his spine. Relax? Relax? “I’ll relax when you’re not bleeding out,” he says sharply, rounding the volleyball courts. The grass crunches beneath his feet. He can feel, far below, skeletons creaking, moving about in their graves. Responding to him. 

He breathes deeply, but oxygen only fuels the fire. 

“I’m sorry,” Jason says, this time like he almost means it. His wrist goes slack in Nico’s hold, as he finally stops resisting and instead lets Nico’s yank become a guiding line instead. “I’m sorry.” 

The one thing Nico never did, when he was self destructing, was apologize for it. The fact that Jason feels the need to, with him, makes his rage boil over into a sick, sticky slop in his stomach. 

“Apologize to me when you can promise you won’t do this again,” Nico says as he shoves open the Big House door. 

Jason stays quiet all the way up to the infirmary. 

As the Apollo kids flit around him on the cot, Nico looms, arms crossed, eyes narrowed to watch every movement, to make sure Jason doesn’t let them miss anything. 

[arsenicflame]

heartbreaking! the tags and summary sound like the best fic in the world but it also sounds like it completely demonises Ed :(

[speedlimit15]

me being in my room is like. trying to avoid being beholden to others as much as humanly possible and yet i still cannot put down my phone because if i miss an important text or god forbid an important phone call (which i only ever answer from 3 people anyway) i will feel the same guilt as if i killed someone. and also my sister texts me like this when we’re in a talking period

and my phone will go off 50-60 times in the span of ten minutes and she notices and gets sad/mad/lonely to the point of despair if i put it on do not disturb.

so basically i can’t rest or focus on anything else because i am expected to be always Available and all ten animals want my attention all day especially seabass who i am allergic to and who wants to hump me all the time and tears up the carpet and shits in judy’s room if i close the door so he can’t get in. and i don’t have my own car during the day so i can’t go anywhere public transport fucking sucks here it’s too cold and far to walk anywhere and basically i want to throw my phone into the ocean

can’t even make a fucking post it’s constant I NEED TO LIVE IN A CAVE WHERE NOBODY CAN FIND ME