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alyosiuscreightonward ¡ 5 months ago
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I saw this and thought, “Yo. What the absolute fuck are you talking about??!!”
If your heart is breaking just because of this meme, then maybe you should go ahead and swallow a fucking bandaid.
Please let me enlighten you about how shit happens. Some people are destined and some are not.
As an example, I have this coffee mug that is supposed to remind me that as a Scorpion, I’m Brave, Focused and Balanced. I call bullshit and to further elucidate on the subject, you have no fucking clue.
Yes, I’m brave enough to admit that I’ve got mental health issues and I’m on a first name basis with ALL of my neuroses. I’m focused enough to get through it somehow. I’m also balanced enough to have my manic phases and not to let the world know that I’m having suicidal ideations. Oh, yeah. That just touches you and you feel like some kind of way about it.
It’s not because of my childhood traumas, nope. That shit I can deal with and have. It’s more of my adult life and the traumas I’ve experienced.
During my years going to school, I knew I was not the one. I had crushes on several people but I knew that if I bought them a Rolex, they wouldn’t give me the time of day. Same thing happened in high school, but 40+ years later, I still have my heart broken for one guy. As a Taurus, he feels that me having feelings for him is inconceivable and he screams, “I’m not GAY!!” Dude. I never wanted sex. Never. To this day, he still believes that two men just holding each other in an embrace is an abomination.
Then along came my first boyfriend, a Leo. He did at one point did love me but it was always on his terms and if I didn’t adhere to that then he’d just dump all over me. My 2nd boyfriend, I’m not sure what sign of the zodiac he was but he was so good to me and if I hadn’t moved, he’d be in my life. We went our separate ways. Then after him, years later I found myself ensconced in the arms of a Gemini who had literally chased after me. I let a year or so go by before I had a date with him.
This specific Gemini led me to believe that I was the only one. It was so much for me to actually move to FLA to be with him. It was good for a while. In the throes of passion, he slapped me on the ass. I spun around and almost clocked him. I said no to that. I said that I had been beaten by my parents and when they did it they were either drunk or clearly on their way to being sloshed. They’d be black out drunk and they wouldn’t remember that they had beaten me for whatever imaginary reason.
My 3rd boyfriend and I were going well in our relationship but I learned that he had personal hygiene issues. He’d wear the same clothes for I don’t know how long and he wouldn’t even brush his teeth. It then turned into a nightmare. He was away for about a month before he dumped me.
The back story is that he wanted me to be both Ozzie and Harriet. I was to go to work and bring home the bacon and the instant I got home, I was to put on my Harriet bonnet and start cooking dinner because he was hungry. I had barely enough time to take off my suit and tie before he started to say shit. I had to apologize to him because being on SSDI and home doing absolutely nothing, I needed to genuflect for being allowed to be in that space with him. Anyway, he was gone and on vacation. I was struggling to pay all the bills for the household. I apparently didn’t pay the cable bill for whatever reason. So now he had been home for a week or so by now and then in the middle of The Sopranos season finale, the cable got shut off. I clearly remember him calling the cable company and paying the bill. I thought it was just a bump in the road and we’d move on from that now. WRONG!!!
Two days later he came to me and told me that we were done. He granted me permission to stay in the house and save money so I could get the fuck out of his life and never to return. I learned later that I was the cause for all of his pain and suffering. Excuse me?!?! I could not have plotted against him to the point where he had to get a pacemaker for his atrial fibrillation. I didn’t know that I had that kind of power over him.
This was back in 2002. I moved back home to be closer to my mother who had just retired. When she passed, I moved again to The ATX.
A few other things happened during that time period and my best friend had then moved to The ATX to be with me. After 38 years of being friends, we got married and then more shit happened. He too had passed but we had 43 years together in the end.
Today it’s 2024 and I’ve been alone since. My husband and I truly loved each other but we both agreed not to consummate our relationship. He was too much and I am a prude. He’d open up the store and give the goods away. Me, I need more time before I would wear my ankles for earrings.
So between 2002 and now, I’ve had a dalliance but I’ve been alone. I’ve told people that if their former partner is in need of help or a hug, they could let me know. I was greeted with, “They don’t have any desire…” I had to reiterate that if that person was in need, I’d be more than happy but I have no desire or need for that. Uh…apparently they hadn’t heard lyrics…”I’d do anything for love but I won’t do that.” Boundaries motherfucker.
Y’all need to get a grip and stop trying to make shit happen. If was destined to become reality, then let it happen organically and don’t force it. Recently I told someone that I had feelings and that after 20 years of hiding them from the world, I could feel them. As usual it ends in disaster and disappointment and that’s all on me. So please don’t. I’m going to die alone and I’m okay with that.
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puppetmaster13u ¡ 5 months ago
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Prompt 331
Demon twins? Demon twins. 
Damian? Good at the assassin side of things, at least for a four year old, but Danyal? He’s okay, but he’s far better at things like poisons and bookkeeping. Which is honestly? Okay. They’re the League of Shadows, and sure a majority of the members are assassins, but it’s definitely not all there are. So? Danyal starts getting medical training. 
Not to say that either of the boys don’t know their fair share of violence and healing- it’s just better to let them play to their strengths. One doesn’t keep a league over centuries if they just have one type of warrior, or even just warriors. A variety is needed. 
So one gets trained more towards the business side of things. Damian may be better at wielding the weapons and killing- even if neither have had their first kill quite yet- but Danyal shows far more proficiency at acting, at masking who he is and gathering information. 
Damian, when he’s first sent to their Father, doesn’t mention his twin. Not because he’s jealous or hates him or anything like that. You just don’t talk about someone in an undercover mission in the League, and it’s not something he realizes isn’t a rule everywhere. 
Needless to say, the Bats have more than a mild freakout the first time Damian mentions a twin who will be coming to the manor now that his mission is over. 
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greenglowinspooks ¡ 8 months ago
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(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)
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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Masterlist/subscription post)
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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.
Most of the time he wasn’t comically evil, like what he’d expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didn’t want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.
Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didn’t feel like living with a rogue, just like…staying with a distant relative, or something.
He seemed like just an ordinary person.
Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.
The GiW agent they’d tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote he’d made.
After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.
Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.
Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings he’d received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agent’s back with a vice grip on one of his arms.
“Let’s try again,” he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. “Where is the GiW base of operations?”
The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.
For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.
“Fine, have it your way.”
Scarecrow began to twist the man’s arm further. It wasn’t long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Danny’s stomach churned.
“You know,” Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, “there are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesn’t involve hard labor, really.”
The man’s face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.
(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)
“However,” Scarecrow continued, “I find you’d be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, but…”
He leaned closer to the man’s head, his voice lowering.
“Would you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?”
He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.
“You seem like a rather driven young man. I’m sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?”
“Fuck you, you—”
The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.
He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.
This was wrong. This was wrong.
Shouldn’t Danny step in, do something?
“That won’t heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, you’ll end up with permanent damage.”
The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.
“Just the sort of thing something like you deserves,” Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.
“You tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,” Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the man’s broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.
“Was it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.”
He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.
“Scarecrow, wait,” Danny choked out.
Scarecrow turned to look at him.
Even his posture was different than usual. He looked… stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.
Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.
“You—we don’t have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You don’t have to…”
Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didn’t even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.
“We’ve exhausted every other option and you know it,” Scarecrow said, his voice low, “this is the only way we can move forward.”
“Still, I—I don’t,” Danny swallowed, his throat tight, “this isn’t—this isn’t right. Isn’t there some other way to do this? Like—a truth serum, or something?”
“Truth serums are notoriously unreliable. They’re almost as bad as lie detectors. We’re much more likely to get a reliable result from this.”
Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrow’s grasp, which was graciously ignored.
He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.
What was there left to say?
“The Bat does the same thing at times, you know,” Scarecrow said, “him and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, I’m actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that I’m doing. Physically.”
“Still, that doesn’t make it right,” Danny said desperately. “Even if—even if everyone in the world did this, it wouldn’t make it right.”
Scarecrow hummed.
They were both silent for a moment.
His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.
“I would love an alternative. But…”
He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agent’s arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.
“There aren’t any other options,” Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.
“Yes,” Scarecrow said. “I’m sorry.”
There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.
“You can stand outside and keep watch, if you’d like. At such a short distance their radars won’t pick us up.”
Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.
He sat outside for quite a while.
He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.
He was glad that he didn’t have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.
“Did you at least…do you know where they are, now?” Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.
“They didn’t share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.”
Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.
He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?
Was there a chance that he was?
Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.
“Danny,” Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.
“I’m truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didn’t have to endure my company. I…”
He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.
After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
Danny was quiet.
“I’m going to bed early,” he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.
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vita-min-ze ¡ 1 year ago
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I feel like the root problem of american tankies' shallow ideals is redirected american exceptionalism. Internet and globalization has caused them to realize that that they're not in fact the best country in the world as school etc has told them. But instead of understanding that they have problems just like the rest of us (though tbf, their ability to cause other nations harm is unmatched) they now flipped to saying that the us must be the worst country in the entire world and the source of all evil. They cannot comprehend that non-americans are perfectly capable of doing the most heinous shit and thus assume that behind every war or conflict lies a us conspiracy and influence - because surely non-americans are just so innocent, naive and primitive and unlike americans lack the cunning to advance their political goals without help by the US. The fact that not only the US government but also its enemies can be vile at the same time and that sometimes they can even be on the good side is completely beyond them which is why they are never truly against imperialism, genocide or opression unless it is done by americans or their allies.
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rain-carradine ¡ 10 months ago
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katniss: i accept the responsibility of the mockingjay
coin: yes, with gale as the perfect new love interest?
katniss:
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randomly--accessed--memories ¡ 2 months ago
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I’m curious as to why this wasn’t discovered before now, but it feels like it belongs here
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stuckinapril ¡ 6 months ago
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Just a girl who wants to be her mother’s daughter in the ways that matter
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autisticandroids ¡ 1 year ago
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FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.
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dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.
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(via @closetoyou1970)
#spn#vid#mind the warnings on this one for real#woe! fruit of my rewatch be upon ye.#pallas calls this my 'deangirl coming out vid' which honestly. true. but those who paid attention know i've always been a deangirl.#also. after this no more deanwinchester rilo kiley amvs I Pwomise#anyway. i'm not gonna give a full commentary here but a big reason why i chose this song is that the narrator#is essentially dismissing her own problems and instead watching the problems of someone else#and i kind of wanted to play with that theme. this is the parallels show so let's do some parallels. lots of things happen to characters#that are Like Dean somehow. either in personality or circumstance. that we know or can infer happen to him. but we don't see it bc it's#not sayable. not speakable. so like for an easy one. we see meg being tortured in caged heat. she also talks about apprenticing under#alastair just like dean. so i show her being tortured [in a way that is sexualized and demon-specific] and reacting how she does#because i invite the audience to imagine or interpret that this has also happened to dean at some point. we just don't see it#so there are many dean parallels in this video. some obvious. some subtle but textual. some products of my twisted mind. but that's the way#i am using them to make my argument.#oh also: dean voice sam's eyes going black is JUST like when he used to fight with dad and wouldn't listen to me when i told him not to.#i guess also the point is that because it's unsayable. dean can't say it. dean can't even acknowledge it. and so it bleeds through#into everything in his life#that's why it's important that the song narrator doesn't take her own problems seriously. dean doesn't either.
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ohshinytrinketsmine ¡ 7 months ago
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My Ex-Morning (Trailer)
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birdthebread4 ¡ 4 months ago
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trappedinafantasy37 ¡ 3 months ago
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"Oh, I don't like Minthara cause she's mean to the other companions."
Shut up. All of the companions are mean to each other. Did you just like, completely skip over the passive aggressive comments between Shadowheart and Lae'zel throughout all of Act 1? Did you just skip over the confrontation in which the two of them actively try to kill each other in the gayest, most homoerotic way possible? Or did you just make an exception for Minthara and decided she's the only one not allowed to be mean? Larian had to de-bitchify Shadowheart cause she supposedly was too mean in EA, and she's still a bitch in the release version (and I love her for it). For fucks sake, Astarion is the fan favorite and one of the reasons is because he's an ass to everyone.
"But but her third son comment to Gale is so mean and cruel!" Shadowheart literally tells Astarion he deserves to be publicly executed. You do not have a problem with companions being assholes to each other, you just don't like it when Minthara does it for whatever dumb reason.
Just another example that shows that people have either 1) never recruited her and don't know the full context of her comments and miss out on all the positive things she has to say for all the companions and/or 2) hold her to a standard that they do not hold the rest of the cast to when they are all guilty of the same shit.
To me, this is just a lazy excuse for someone who doesn't actually have a valid reason to dislike Minthara.
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kiddokori ¡ 8 months ago
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his ass is NOT getting up for his 8am lecture
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violent138 ¡ 8 months ago
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On a day when Clark's powers get burnt out/kryptonite weakens them, Bruce immediately decides to get a full medical workup and gather all the stats on human Kal-El, much to the dismay of Clark, who really just wants to go home and nap.
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fabuloustrash05 ¡ 7 months ago
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Repeat after me everyone…
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APRIL👏WAS👏NOT👏AT👏FAULT👏FOR👏DONNIE’S👏“DEATH”👏SHE👏WAS👏POSSESSED👏BY👏THE👏ALIEN👏CRYSTAL👏
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lambmotifz ¡ 1 month ago
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something something dean + penetration metaphor/motif. the amount of times he killed/tried to kill someone by brutally penetrating them….
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blueskittlesart ¡ 9 months ago
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someday when you're in college you may be registering for classes and see a 'TBD' next to the professor category on a class you're required to take. and you will hear a little voice in your head saying 'just take the class anyway, it can't be that bad. surely the school i'm putting myself in debt to go to wouldn't hire someone who doesn't know how to teach.' that voice is the devil. do not listen
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