#wild that this is supposed to be a bad thing

[kuroshitsuji-wiki]

It's Yana Toboso's birthday! (January 24, 1984)

Yana forgot her birthday this year...

... so there's even more reason to congratulate her and celebrate!

Some trivia:

She chose her penname "Yana Toboso" to indicate what kind of manga she wanted to create: Because there are so many mangas whose central themes are dreams, hope, friendship, and love, she wanted to make a manga whose focus is the opposite. "Yana" derives from "iya" (unpleasant, detestable, disagreeable; here: unpleasant/nasty child), and "toboso" is meant to signify importance: a "toboso" is a cavity in the frame of a door used as part of a pivot hinge; as doors wouldn't work without hinges, hinges are important objects. "Yana Toboso," therefore, is meant to mean "the hated/bad child is in the middle" (憎まれっ子が��真ん中にく る). (Character Guide, page 146)

Yana once stated that Ciel resembles her the most out of her characters. (Character Guide, page 147)

*cough* Obviously.

Exhibit A:

(Downstairs with Kuroshitsuji VII, from Volume 17)

(Chapter 76)

Exhibit B: The iconic Pancake Saga from 2018!

Yana's grandmother encouraged her to become a mangaka, and her mother pushed her to submit her work to a publisher when she was 20. Both have since passed away. (sources: akumadeenglish, The Japan Times)

She is a fan of the band L'Arc-en-Ciel (source). HYDE, the vocalist of that band, wrote the opening for Season 5. Yana was obviously very happy about that!

Yana contemplated making "fluffy spin-offs" to Kuroshitsuji, e.g., "a gourmet manga featuring the canteen of the Shinigami dispatch association HQ, or a manga where the Indian butler cooks curry or the black butler makes sweets, or where the servants make small discoveries." However, she dropped those ideas because her "fluffy concepts" kept becoming ominous after a few chapters. (source)

Kuroshitsuji was not meant to be set in 19th-century England from the beginning. Mr. K and the chief editor eventually suggested England as the setting. Yana, who did not know much about England (and could not find many materials early on; source: Downstairs with Kuroshitsuji II in Volume 2), especially not about 19th-century England, and did not believe the manga would be a hit anyway, then cooked up the wonderfully anachronistic Volume 1. Since then, Yana has become more knowledgeable about Victorian England, got a historical advisor (Rico Murakami) who also, sometimes, translates sources for her (source: Downstairs with Kuroshitsuji Special in Volume 15), has been (re-)learning English, and visited England twice. The manga has, thus, become significantly more historically accurate over the years. Still, as it's a fantasy manga, Yana likes to incorporate anachronistic elements for story purposes (e.g. Grim Reaper tech and possessions, Wolfsschlucht) anyway (or simply because she wants to; e.g. the idol groups, I suppose). Anachronisms have, thus, shifted from accidental to deliberate.

Sebastian's mobile phone will be forever iconic, but it has been retconned for over a decade now.

And The Wild Earl lost more than his head was cancelled when all TVs were thrown out of the continuity with the end of the Indian Butler Arc (TVs are last mentioned in Chapter 23).

May we learn many Victorian things alongside Yana in the next years too!

(Downstairs with Kuroshitsuji II, Volume 2)

And may she have a happy, restful birthday so that she doesn't forget it again^^' (And the best of health^^)

[topgungirlies]

What If I’m Not Enough? (How I Spend My Nights) | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Summary: You and Jake had been together for a few months. The only problem? He’s your captain. So, what happens when you have to pretend like you don’t care that another woman is hitting on him?

Warnings: Age gap (~20 years - reader is in her early twenties and Jake is in his early forties), jealousy, insecurity, Jake being soft for one person and one person only, power imbalance

Word Count: 936 words

A/N: Welcome back!! I deleted my old account a while ago but I’m back on my shenanigans with my best friend. We’ll be reposting old stories for now but I’m working on some new stuff for you all to see soon !! 🪻

The crowd in the Hard Deck seemed extra wild that night to Ensign Y/N Y/L/N. As you maneuver through the uniformed sailors and all the women who came to flirt and drink, you make sure to keep an eye out for your boyfriend.

You and Captain Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin had only been dating for a few months. While everything seemed great to you both, there was one problem: your relationship had to be kept a secret. If any of your higher-ups found out that you were together, well, losing your jobs would be the least of your worries. So, that meant you and Jake had to pretend like you weren’t insanely in love… or insanely jealous.

“Y/N!” You heard your childhood best friend and backseater Ensign Mickey Garcia call from the other side of the bar. “Over here!” You and Mickey had grown up in the same bad part of town together. You went to the academy together. You flew together. And, one day, you’d get your callsigns together too.

By the time you make it to where your friend stood, his wife was already pulling him in for a deep kiss. “Jesus!” You exclaim with a smile, “Seriously, guys, if you’re going to do that, do it at home.”

“You’re just jealous because I’M in a relationship and YOU’RE not,” Mickey sneered.

“Yeah,” you let out a forced laugh, “you’re right.” With that, you look around the bar once more to catch just a glimpse of your blond.

It hadn’t been easy for you two. You had to drive at least an hour away anytime you went on dates and you had to sneak off base every night since you two officially/unofficially moved in together. And the age gap didn’t help. Well, it helped in some ways, you thought, but not with the looks you got from strangers as you passed by. And it also didn’t help when women more age-appropriate flirted with your boyfriend.

So here you stand, finally locating Jake, only to see him looking at another woman. Jealously flashed hot inside of you. You knew that there was no reason to be upset. You were sure that he was just being polite. But, if your boyfriend was anything, polite was not that thing. For just a moment you thought about going over there and pulling his neck down so you could lock his lips with yours. But then that moment passed, and you were left staring at the one man you weren’t supposed to have any reason to care about.

By the time Jake saw you, it was too late; you were storming out of the loud bar and into the quiet chill of the winter air. Trying not to let your emotions get the best of you, you made your way down the sand and sat facing the ocean, your knees pulled to your chest. It only took a few moments of waiting for your boyfriend to appear beside you. As he sat down on the sand, he placed a large hand on your lower back and rubbed soft circles there.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Jake asked with a furrowed brow and a voice rich with concern.

“Nothing,” you sniffed, rubbing your nose with the wadded-up sleeve of your favorite sweater, the one that Jake had gotten you for your birthday soon after you started dating. “Nothing, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. You should just go back inside.”

“And leave you out here all alone? Now why would I do that?” Jake drawled with that southern accent that made you melt.

“I don’t know. I figured that you’d want to keep talking to that woman in there.” You looked up at him with glossy wide eyes and a protruding lower lip.

“Oh, baby,” the man said, pulling you close to him in the safety of the darkness. “Trust me, the only thing I had to say to her was that I wasn’t interested. That I had already found the girl I wanted to spend my night with.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, letting out a sad chuckle.

“Yeah,” Jake said softly before he lightly placed his fingers beneath your chin and lifted your face to look at him. “I’ve already found the girl that I want to spend the rest of my nights with.”

You let out a small gasp as Jake moved closer to you to gently press his lips to yours. You softened almost instantly under his touch and as he lifted his hand up to brush away the rest of your falling tears with the rough pad of his thumb, you realized that everything would be okay. Because you knew that your captain didn’t say things he didn’t believe. Because you knew when he said forever that he meant it.

“Hey, baby?” Jake asked, pulling away from your face just far enough for him to be able to talk.

“Yeah?”

“How about we go home and I can show you just how much I want to spend my night with you?” With a laugh and a playful groan, you pushed yourself off of the pilot and started walking away.

“Where are you going?” He yelled after you.

“The parking lot, dummy! Are you coming or what?” You yelled back, a smile evident in the way your voice rang out.

With a grin, Jake started jogging after you, careful not to draw any attention, but close enough that any passing man would know that the girl in front of him was off the market. That you were Jake Seresin’s girl and no one else’s.

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[disastrid]

Coffman navigates over to the Wikipedia article about one of the conspirators—Arthur Nebe, a high-ranking member of the SS. Apart from his role in the plot, Nebe’s main claim to notability is that he came up with the idea of turning vans into mobile gas chambers by piping in exhaust fumes. The article acknowledges both of these facts, along with the detail that Nebe tested his system on the mentally ill. But it also says that he worked to “reduce the atrocities committed,” going so far as to give his bloodthirsty superiors inflated death totals. Coffman will recall that she feels “totally disoriented.” She cannot believe that an innovator in mass murder would have tried to protect the Jews and other supposed subhumans his troops rounded up. She checks the footnotes. The claim is attributed to War of Extermination, a compendium of academic essays originally published in 1995. Coffman knows the book is legit, because she happens to have a copy on loan from the library. When she goes to the cited page, she finds a paragraph that appears to confirm all the Wikipedia article’s wild claims. But then she reads the first sentence of the next paragraph: “This is, of course, nonsense.” The level of bad faith is eye-opening for Coffman. She is “very appalled.” She sees that her confidence in Wikipedia was “very much misplaced.” All it takes to warp historical memory, she realizes, is something this small, achievable for almost anyone with a keyboard. “So few people can have so much impact, it’s a little scary,” she says. She begins to turn a more critical eye to what she sees on Wikipedia. Especially the footnotes.

Emphasis is my own, because it's just so important.

Exercise a healthy skepticism for everything you read.

This goes for any kind of research, not just in Wikipedia. This happens in all kinds of contexts, purposeful or not.

Look at works cited, look at the original source. Make sure you understand the context of whatever you're looking at, be it a photo, a quote, or excerpt.

It may sound laborious, but honestly like anything else, the more you practice the easier it gets. For places like wikipedia with links in citations, it's even easier to track things down.

A works cited section in a wiki article is a great place to start your research, but your research should never end there.

[moth-related-inquiries]

I would screech for some aged up Professor Chaos! Could I request something where maybe he falls for a hostage he kidnapped and vice versa? Could be fluff, NSFW, anything I just wish there was more Chaos out there 😭

Fem! Reader x Professor Chaos (part 1)

A scenario in which the despicable Professor Chaos kidnaps you, a young journalist, in hopes of capturing your main source of superhero Intel, Mysterion. After months of being captured and saved over and over, you find that you're actually starting to enjoy being around Professor Chaos a little too much.

I hope you enioy! I will be posting the smutty part soon :) but for now this is the fluffy part.

The first time you were kidnapped by the despicable Professor Chaos, it was nothing but maddeningly tense. You weren't sure what he was going to do to you and you most certainly didn't want to figure it out. Millions of thoughts thundered through your mind like a stampede of wild horses.

Over the past few hours, you had learned that not only had Professor Chaos targeted you specifically due to your background in journalism, but he also targeted you because he knows how close you are to one of the most important members of the Freedom Pals. His arch nemesis, Mysterion.

He kept you locked up in his secret lair and forced you to spill everything you knew or he'd shock you till you did. You tried your best to hold out, you really did, but it was impossible. Every time you turned your head away or spat in his direction, he'd just let out a sinister laugh and rub his hands together. Your heart nearly dropped to your ass when you realized he was making more and more electricity with his gloves. 

Finally, when you were just about to spill the beans, Mysterion came to save the day! You returned home unscathed, got back to your job, and all was well. 

Well, all WAS well. 

You see, the only thing Professor Chaos learned from the situation was that Mysterion would always take the bait. So he kept doing it. Over and over and over. You'd get kidnapped, he'd psychologically torture you, and then Mysterion would come and save you.

He'd never once hurt you before, which you were grateful for, but the dynamic was beginning to grow tiresome. It got to the point where even Mysterion was getting fed up with it. This weird game the Professor liked playing was getting to his head. He began growing distant. Your interview offers were being declined. He stopped showing up at your spot everyday. You were losing him.

At first, you thought it was because he was annoyed with you. Okay, yeah, you needed an escort everytime you walked to and from work. So what? It isn't your fault that you're particularly vulnerable during those times. And the whole kidnapping thing? How were you supposed to prepare in advance to be kidnapped twice a week? It got so bad that you straight up confronted Mysterion, when he was off duty of course, about how neglected you felt. 

The actual reason was far from what you thought was happening. Mysterion, being the angel he is, considered that your friendship with him was putting you in danger. He didn't want to break your heart or hurt you, but it destroyed him to see your days wasted and your eyes tired because of him. All because he'd enjoyed your interviews a little too much. 

That wasn't the only reason though.

His main problem was that Professor Chaos was beginning to like you. And you were beginning to reciprocate. You didn't understand what he meant at first. I mean, the guy is your kidnapper for goodness sake! Mysterion argued that it had become a game between the three of you. Now that you think about it, it was obvious. I mean, these last few times you'd been kidnapped it was like you looked forward to it. It had become an exciting and surprisingly useful new part of your schedule.

You recalled how many times you'd been excused from work or saved from awkward blind dates because of it. What was most concerning is that you began putting yourself in the position to be kidnapped. You'd walk through the town at night, through dark alleyways, and wait at abandoned buildings all for the chance to feel that thrill again. I mean, it was the role you played. You were always the damsel in distress, the victim in peril, the one that either side seemingly wanted most. But, hey, you just wanted more time off of work.... right? 

Truthfully, deep down in your heart, you knew that it was because you enjoyed the thrill of the chase. You savored the game between you, Mysterion, and Chaos because it made you feel special. That's when it hit you. Out of everything in your life, every job, every boyfriend, every birthday you've had, nothing has ever brought you more joy than your little game with Professor Chaos. The suspense excited you like no other. 

Which is why you're now sitting in Professor Chaos' evil lair, arms cuffed behind your back. You'd been bound by ropes and tape so many times before that you'd began complaining about the scarring it left, so he eased up on it quite a bit and started using a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. The plush velvet of his loveseat felt nice beneath you and made you feel more content compared to the dirty metal chair he usually puts you on. 

He sat in front of you, armor and helmet still on of course, eating from a plate of warm cookies while explaining his most recent shenanigans. "It was a little tough setting up the website, ya-know, but I did it! Making the drawings were the best part, too, (y/n)!" He said, voice light and giggly. He leaned forward, chocolate chip cookie in his right hand while his phone was in the other, and showed you his phone screen. Bright and colorful ponies of all different shapes and sizes danced on the screen, shooting sparkles, hearts, and stars, riding on rainbows, partying, gardening, anything you could think of. 

You nodded lightly as he pulled the phone away. "They're really cute, Chaos, but I don't see how this is gonna help you take over the world," you uttered, leaning back to sit more comfortably on the loveseat. He ruffled the curls on his head, seemingly excited. "That's the best part, baby," he leaned in, helmet gleaming in the low lighting. "Nobody will expect it. Not even you. I've told you what I'm doing, and you won't even see it coming!"

For the first time in months, you felt your skin crawl. He grabbed your shoulder gently and let out a sinister cackle. The hairs on your neck stood up once he got out of his seat. "Oh, geez. Mysterion is sure taking his time. Longer than usual," he spoke softly, a sharp contrast to his previous manner of speech. His hand went to scratch the back of his head, but he quickly fumbled when he realized he was still wearing his helmet. 

"Oh, right," he mumbled, turning around and walking through a nearby hallway until he disappeared around the corner. He was right. It had been nearly an entire day since Chaos had kidnapped you. Mysterion was taking longer than usual. Had he forgotten about you? Surely not. Even if he did forget about you, Professor Chaos always made it annoyingly apparent to everyone when he'd kidnapped you.

You distinctly remember the Human Kite whining incredibly loudly about the "Chaos Alarm" ringing nearly constantly in the Coon and Friends base. 

The sound of heavy pairs of footsteps followed by a delicate pair of heels pulled you out of your thoughts. "I-I told you sir, they're not picking up-""Not picking up??? What could possibly be more important right now!?" Professor Chaos shouted in disbelief. 

The skittish man to his left, whom you came to know as General Disarray, cringed at the outburst. He was Professor Chaos' most loyal ally, despite their differences, and you'd grown to know him as well. Now his other accomplice, the confident young lady to his right, you weren't too familiar with. She was an almost carbon copy of Professor Chaos, except she looked more like a princess than anything. 

Something stirred in your heart when you watched them interact. He always regarded her with sensitivity. Care. It made you sick watching him smile at her. "Excuse me?" You asked quietly, feeling some sort of satisfaction once everyone turned to look at you. Chaos smiled at you and practically sped walk to your side. "How much longer is this going to be, Professor? I have an urgent appointment tomorrow," you bluffed. He gently grabbed your side to turn you around, waves his hand to signal for his subordinates to buzz off, and unlocked your cuffs.

You rubbed your wrists gently, watching the young woman carefully from the corner of your eye as she left, feeling slightly annoyed when she had practically no reaction. "Well, it doesn't seem like they're coming anytime soon. General Disarray says it's something about a crab people attack," he frowned, "as if the crab people are a serious threat. I could light a tissue on fire and those goddamn things would go running." Professor Chaos returned to his previous seat and ran his hand over his face. 

You stayed put and relaxed into the softness of the loveseat, watching his every move. Looking for something within him. A want. A need. All thoughts halted as you realized what you were truly looking for. "Well, am I free to go? I'm sure if you-""Free? Why? You want to leave so soon?" There it is. 

You shrugged, resisting the urge to give yourself away. "Well, no, you- you can't go! You're my hostage, silly," He shot up, quickly crossing his desk and making his way over to you on the loveseat. You leaned back, squishing yourself into the cushions as he towered over you. Your heart pounded in your chest once he leaned over and placed a hand on your cheek. "I wouldn't look intimidating if I just let you go! I mean, I like you a lot, (y/n), but I have a reputation to uphold," he mumbled.

[adamshallperish]

you people are so fuckin annoyinggggg when will it end

[ratatatastic]

"Did you get in trouble for taking the cup into the ocean?" "Yes. Yes." "Did Rodrigues? He took it in there too!" "Did he?" "Yeah!" "Well, I mean, I brought it under the water—looking back..." "What happened?" "You bring silver into the ocean, saltwater—no!" "Oh, I didn't know that." "I haven't slept! How am I supposed to know? Nobody told me the rules!" "You haven't slept!" "Yeah, but you're naughty—" "But hey! If I would've known about it... oh no, I still probably would've done it. Still probably would've done it!" "Dude, who cares! That thing has been abused all through the years!" "No, no! The cup guys understood, the cup keepers understood—they, you know, told me the rules after and I swear to God I didn't know before but, yeah. Great memories! Great pictures!

Cam & Strick Podcast | 8.27.24 (x)

oceangate evolves further the more we talk about it so if youd like to see the other previous developments in concerns to it...

and also because its funny here are some of the times the cup has been held near or above water both salt, fresh and chlorine alike since oceangate in no particular order

and i just think its very clear when oceangate happened because now everyones holding the cup high above the water/near bodies of water and not letting it get dunked

but pre-oceangate the cup was just dunked in maffhews pool hours after they won it (which was before they went to las olas and welp the rest is history)

[potatobugz]

i feel as if im going mad so im going to just put this out here. real quick. movieunleashers starters ramble.

i cant stop thinking about how mudkip broke down in that one scene in "Typomaniac," when Chespin called him mean. for a second he lets his mask slip a little bit and to me he just... acts his age. he starts crying and calls chespin mean back. maybe im just hyperfocusing on this one detail but mudkip is about 12 years old.

and that just makes me wonder what happened in this guys life that brought him to where he is now. and it makes it all the more tragic how his whole world revolves around chespin, but he is the one bringing him the most pain. and how young he was when he died.

there is a large theme of growing up in "Rare Candy." the characters ages are emphasized in that particular episode, and one of the main conflicts is fennekin wanting to evolve faster.

the thing about characters in these stories is that they're not allowed to just be kids, to have a childhood. so many bad things happen to them. like. mudkips whole, Everything. fennekin when she was famous in typomaniac, or dealing with her own insecurities/pressure from society about her relationship w chespin. and chespin always having to shoulder his friends problems & always somehow managing to stay positive despite everything.

why cant they just. play video games. eat ice cream or something. go to the movies

at the end of the day, i think both mudkip and fennekin are characters who grew up too fast. by distancing himself from them, chespin refused to follow in their footsteps and just wanted to stay a kid.

good for him.

[shadystranger]

"The fandom unnecessarily villainizes sam and dean for choosing each other over strangers when it's literally how humans work" great critic but I actually think the fandom (those interested in the brothers' relationship) are reacting to it how they're meant to: in a negative light.

To trace things back, yes, it's a given, kind of an innate human nature to respond in situations by prioritizing the people you know over ones you don't. That is true. On an individual basis, each person would do this, I would do this, and anyone'd be crazy to villainize this act on my and your part. But sam and dean do it, and it's painted in this hyperbolic moral degeneration light both by the narrative (we could argue) and by the fandom. Because see, sam and dean are a little different than you and me.

They're positioned in their world as tragic heroes who, given the nature of their job, are expectedly deprived of things the normal person could enjoy. They don't get to lead normal lives, they don't die by natural causes, and they must navigate through life bearing more than they must know with soul-crippling responsibilities. "We're the people who save the world," sam and dean don't spend much time before they assume the token role of saviors in their world. Along with that role comes even more imposed limitations.

They are more viscerally equipped and knowledgeable. They have access to things randoms could never dream of having (like death and god). The more you know, the worse you sleep and comes with the mere knowing is the obligation to do something about it. Someone ignorant to the whole ordeal simply doesn't have to answer to it.

Basically, they're soldiers. Imagine samdean reporting for duty, they preserve peace of the public and their blind following to decision moral rightness is taken for granted. It comes with the job. You don't get to make ill-advised progress in your self-interest as a person (sth random ppl can enjoy) when several lives are at stake.

At some point, sam and dean themselves are metaphoricaly acting Gods: people's survival or death depends on them. Sometimes, it's a city's worth of population. Other times, it's the entire world. Their right to free-decision making stops depending only on its virtuous intent and starts being consequential. They're elevated to adhere to higher standards and criteria than normal people are held to.

The rightness of their actions will not be determined among a set of feasible options but instead assessed by whether they chose the option with the best consequences. Or not. The main decision-making factor for "heroes" like them should be putting the general welfare at its fore interest. Not one individual's. Especially not if it's one individual's.

When dean and/or sam sacrifices someone stranger to save his brother, it's a subjective good call I can relate and see myself in it, but given their position within the universe it's irresponsible and far objectively wrong; especially if at the cost of saving his brother, several others suffered.

There are criteria for judging the actions of the pivotal role they uphold. From a subjective moralness standpoint, sam and dean are only humans, and they can be cut some slack or even not at all villainized for doing what their instinct demands. On the other hand, moral objectiveness influenced by the world-setting's structure deems the goodness or badness of how they behave based on the particular consequences of their given actions and whether said actions affected people in good or bad ways. If sam and dean did something that brought peace to the world on the whole and reduced suffering, it's good and logical, whereas if said action caused suffering and threatened peace, it's bad.

dean grudgingly accepting sam’s plan to overtake lucifer even though it meant losing his brother is the objectively morally good choice to make. He had to sacrifice his precious family, but he ultimately was rational and responsible enough to know his brother's life is not a fair trade-off to millions. both sam and dean here act in accordance with their positions within the story/world: they're heroes. But by S8 dean doesn't let sam make a similar sacrifice. He prioritizes sam's life over the many who'll be possessed and will either kill others or be killed themselves. sam releases a world-ending evil to save his brother, and later on, both take turns facilitating the guy who practically promises them an apocalypse to once again save each other.

"The good of any one person is no more important from the point of view of the universe than the good of any other." sam or dean's lives aren't more important than someone else's, this was a point so base sam felt the need to make because it needed to be addressed, their lack of changing anything about it is another matter. Thing is they're the world's designated saviors be it by choice or not, the narrative views them as the fact, they're expected to value the well-being of all individuals equally, regardless of their personal closeness. Imagine a firefighter postponing saving you because someone he knows is more important even when the situation for them is not as grave as you. It'd be unethical and worthy of condemnation because in this line of work, and in general when your job is saving people and work towards the greater good, you do it indiscriminately, you don't get to privilege the well-being of yourself or your family over the well-being of distant others.

sam and dean hold a rightful consequentialist commitment to their actions being as good as possible: the basis on which one outcome is better than another is only if it contains a greater sum total of people's betterment. No impartiality.

Yes, it's his brother, his only family, but it's still morally wrong to prioritize him (in their case). Let's use a patriotism allegory. Imagine a general of a losing army. He catches wind of the enemy's secret bases or is exposed to confidentials enough to turn the tide to his side. However, he finds out his family at home is being held hostage. The moment he reveals what he knows, they get killed. A man has to save his family it's the most basic human instinct, yes, but you'd think it's irredeemably wrong for him to prioritize his family in this case. You'd think he doesn't even have the right to choose when it's a choice between two insignificant people and the entire country being infiltrated and invaded, with the deaths of million soldiers and citizens. It's not even a choosing matter. sam and dean are the general in this scenario, and instead of the country being at stake, it's sometimes the entire population they're throwing to the fire for each other. Anyone'd think it's messed up. You're supposed to.

There is a good reason to save your family (brother) over a stranger (or two, or hundred or million); but labeling both actions as right would risk ignoring the important moral difference between the two. And we need to draw an account of what a hero is obliged to do in order to meet minimal moral standards. sam and dean's constant moral failure to meet such standard despite their role in their universe paints them as flawed, sometimes as the story's designated antichrist.

Their ceaseless prioritizing of themselves marks their moral debauchery and decline as heroes. they get away with not fulfilling their obligations that are thrust upon them by design, they're using a cheat code acting not how they're supposed to and that's the characters/narrarive's grip with them. I don't blame corbin for what he did, while It’s extremely wrong that he tried killing sam, it was a call for survival. Your savior normally doesn’t come with conditions. He was faced with an oddity from the typical rescue mission. And he did what he had to ensure the more number of people survives. We sympathize with sam and dean, so we criminalize corbin immediately and side with dean. We're swept by emotions and our judgment is clouded you could say but from a utility standpoint, dean's decision to stay with a dying sam would've lead to four people's death, or three and one heavily wounded meanwhile corbin's leads to three people's survival and the loss of one. With corbin, more lives are saved, with one unfortunate but necessary sacrifice. Morally and objectively, corbin was more right in choking sam than dean was in staying.

[bonefall]

Voted for Bumble bc of course but also if you think Alex would not pspsps Bumble you are wrong. If they could communicate they would go to therapy together /s

If then could communicate they would go to therapy together

/GEN

Kyle/Green Lantern resurrects her but then he becomes convinced that she's not the same person she was before the incident, OR SOMETHING SOMETHING Black Lanterns aren't ACTUALLY bad they're just misunderstood Grim Reaper types, in either case Alex ends up breaking it off with Kyle because they've become very different people.

And then Bumble's there

And then they go to therapy or Alex adopts Bumble, and then uhhh Bumble's like one of the superpets. Like Krypto the Superdog. Free premise go forth and play with it if ur a DC fan

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Update 2: the germaphobia didn't win bc he sneezed so hard he cried kinda and I can't not hug the people I like when there's tears so that's where we're at now lmao I'm literally so fucked but at least I'm not doing anything the next week 😭 checked him over since caution has been thrown to the wind, dude for sure has the flu but I'm hoping I can dodge it bc I got vaccinated so fingers crossed there. Ran out of tissues, so he's resorted to napkins and his jacket which isn't nearly as hot irl as it is in fic, but this is what it's come to 😔 also he's gone through three more masks and I'm lowkey scared he's gonna run out of those too 😭😭

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[holly-mckenzie]

#Heartbreaking: The Worst Person You Know Just Made A Great Point

DRUCK: Season 2, Episode 1

[eff-exor]

something smells like shit, and it ain’t me buddy

[bandzboy]

there's this post going around on twitter of someone giving their opinion that idol's dance skills are the least important to them and that they are artists first and they don't hear the squeak of their feet on the track so why does it matter, which is something to also unpack in itself, but then someone quoted that tweet being like "idols... are...artists?" and.... i just can't help but stare because if this doesn't show how people don't take idols artistry and talent seriously and only see them as content and not people then i don't know what does.... so you are telling me this WHOLE TIME... you thought they couldn't be classified as real artists even tho they spend years and years training to debut and spend days practising for performances and recording and doing wtv else but you still THINK... they shouldn't be called artists like?? if you genuinely think that it means that you don't actually like the music they produce and the performances they do which also begs the question: if you don't like it... WHY TF ARE YOU HERE THEN??

[vigilantejustice]

took myself out to see gladiator two a couple weeks back and (despite being being someone who routinely watches twilight) think my brain just leans a little too logic–driven for movies because tell me why i could physically not move past the sharks in the colosseum. the water had me thinking but the SHARKS? spent the entire rest of the movie wondering about the logistics of it all. how did they capture them? how did they transport them?

[alrightbuckaroo]

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