#y'all fucking weak

[jessmalia]

Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The Fortuneteller 1.14

[lokiinmediasideblog]

So I am no medieval history expert, but I keep trying to rationalize the Throne room scene with Loki and the W4. I think something missed often in the discussion is that they are not peasants, they are lesser nobility (Sif is a "Lady" like the "Lord" title). They come off as fucking stupid not even hiding that they wanted to attack Loki and barely held back while thinking he's dangerous.

The only other explanation that doesn't make them seem fucking dumb would be that Loki has a shaky hold on the court of Asgard because he's perceived as a weak and shady ruler despite the lack of evidence. And they know this. What if they wanted to force a Magna Carta out of Loki being that they're lesser nobility and Loki is an unpopular king with a shaky hold?

Weren't monarchies a constant power struggle between Lords and Kings?

[shallanspren]

"the world ended and shallan was to blame for all the fuckery that happens in book five"

she's to blame for????? defending herself against her failure of a mom when she was 11???? she's to blame for cultivation overplaying her hand? she's to blame for the flawed and fucked up oathpact made thousands of years before her birth? she's to blame for an everstorm that was already brewing when she killed her mom? she's to blame for nale killing budding radiants, which ultimately set people at a huge disadvantage when the end of days came? she's to blame for cultivation fleeing the planet and stormlight vanishing? really???

shut the fuck up.

[baekhyunsbestie]

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[epickiya722]

It boggles my mind that people in the fandom even put "wimp" in the same sentence with Izuku Midoriya becomes he gives me Rabbit of Caerbannog energy.

Like even in season 1, he wasn't really a wimp. He was distant from people who were actively assholes to him and even still ran to save someone from a villain who could have killed him. (Mind you, twice.)

It wasn't like him being a menace in a battle just manifested once he got OFA. No, it just had to be embraced over time.

[gouinisme]

"this website is becoming misogyny central" ok i'm with you "it's the fault of these transmasc weirdos" *starts making fire alarm noises*

[lastoneout]

Not reblogging the original post bcs I don't wanna derail it but fr finding out there are people who think Cars 3 was the worst film out of the trilogy makes me feel legitimately insane like did we watch the same movie????

[dennisboobs]

some of you should not speak on dennis until you've rewatched sunny in full instead of just the macden-centric eps.

[absentlyabbie]

damn, john wick fans need to not be sleeping on Weak Hero Class 1

basically this korean high schooler embodies the exact same vibe of "you've fucked around and now you are going to find out" and "if you'd just left well enough alone your bodily integrity would still be intact, pray you live to regret this"

[maya-tl]

Hm?... maybe something about Medic trying to find the right time to propose to Spy but ended finding Spy was also planning the perfect proposal moment. Cuz that might be a good fanfic?

(sorry to bother you, it's also my first time to ask someone with sheer confidence— )

They had talked of marriage before.

They had talked, oh yes, but they had been new and fragile then, a bloom waiting for either the right rains to make it blossom or the right drought to make it wither. The topic of marriage had been a simple conversation starter, something to keep them awake through the night when sleep didn’t matter.

Medic had been married before. An arranged thing, something his parents had agreed to in his stead—she had been too tame, too traditional for him, and he too wild, too sharp, too different, too much for her. It had been a bitter and miserable affair, a laughable attempt at normalcy, and in the end the only thing they had ever agreed on was that they weren’t for each other.

Spy’s story was a different one. He had loved her, certainly—the proof was right in front of their eyes, loud and brash with a side of Bostonian fire—but they had never been in love, and she had never asked him for more than he could give despite everything it would have meant for her.

“I would’ve stayed,” Spy had told him in the quiet of the night, looking more vulnerable than Medic had ever seen him, “I would’ve given it all up and settled, spent all my remaining days in that house with her if she only said the word. I would’ve been comfortable.”

Medic had simply turned to face him and whispered, “But would you have been happy?”

Spy had fallen silent. Looking at his tortured profile in the moonlight slipping through the window, Medic knew it was as close to a confession as he would ever get. They hadn’t spoken about marriage since, even as the months turned into years and they learned everything there was to know about each other, even after they swore their teammates to secrecy and stopped hiding themselves behind closed doors and false pretences.

Medic had looked at him one New Year’s celebration, just as the clock hit midnight and their team erupted into cheers in the background, had watched Pyro’s fireworks dance off his eyes and highlight the curve of his soft smile and decided that he was the one. He was his only choice, his forever after, his today and all of his tomorrows.

The engagement ring came a month and a half later—he’d had it custom-made, of course, and spent a fortune on the design and a little under a fortune on the jeweller’s silence. Spy had told him once that he wasn’t too fond of golden accessories and found that silver tones better complimented his complexion, and so Medic had kept that in mind and gone in the opposite direction of tradition. He’d chosen a split-band, beautifully carved platinum ring inlaid with white moissante and topped with a one-of-a-kind, trillion-cut blue diamond.

When he first held it up to the light it shone like a rainbow in the water, so brilliant it left him blinking spots from his vision. It was perfect. He set it within a thin, royal blue velvet ring box, also custom-made so he could easily conceal it, and then went about trying to do the actual proposal.

Trying being the key word. He didn’t debate much over the words he would say—a simple ‘marry me’ would be more than enough for Spy, who would appreciate the gesture far more than the words themselves—or even the place—ideally somewhere private enough that they were unlikely to be interrupted. No, that was all fine. It wasn’t even that he was nervous.

It was the timing.

He couldn’t do it on the battlefield. The tides of a battle could turn at any moment and there were too many things to focus on, such as crushing the enemy and not dying. Medic himself had to keep an eye on all his teammates and Spy had to keep an eye on all their assailants, and even if they somehow got a moment to themselves in the middle of the carnage the atmosphere simply wasn’t right.

He couldn’t do it during dinner. Besides not being private in the slightest, the team ate all of their meals together and one of them was bound to do something inappropriate the moment Medic pulled out the ring box and ruin the whole thing. Spy would immediately catch on if he made a big deal out of them dining alone too, so that option went out the window early on.

He couldn’t do it in public, much as he’d like to treat Spy to a fancy meal at a fine restaurant and a walk in the park at sunset. The world, sadly, just wasn’t ready for that.

He couldn’t do it in the bedroom. No one would interrupt them, sure, and it was as intimate as it got, but Medic was more than familiar with Spy’s complicated history of setting apart the pleasures of the body from the feelings of the heart. They’d gone down that road before, and the last thing Medic wanted to do was to blur that line again now.

The time of day mattered too. Medic didn’t want to do it in plain daylight or in the middle of the night, even if proposing under the stars was tempting. Spy struggled with insomnia, and preferred sunsets over sunrises besides, so an early morning proposal didn’t feel quite right.

It was maddening.

It also didn’t help that their schedules had begun to conflict lately. Medic knew the reason for his own odd behaviour, late nights spent agonising over the right moment disguised as research projects, and had initially assumed that Spy was going through one of his distance phases. Medic tended to be very hands-on in every aspect of his life, and while Spy welcomed and often even encouraged that, he’d made it very clear that sometimes he simply needed his space. So Medic hadn’t questioned it much, willing to wait it out for a few days—it gave him more time to think and plan.

By the time a week had rolled by, he began to suspect that something else was up. Spy wasn’t exactly avoiding him, they spent roughly the same amount of time together, but there were—quirks in his behaviour that hadn’t been there previously. Medic, who was well-versed in his moods, picked up on them easily, but it was significantly more difficult for him to figure out Spy’s train of thought than it was for Spy to figure out his, no matter how close they were. Only one of them had been trained in espionage all their life.

When he returned to his room from another late afternoon spent in the lab—actually researching this time, more to take his mind off things than to achieve any scientific breakthrough—and found Spy’s suit jacket folded over the desk chair, but no actual sign of Spy, he decided that he’d waited long enough. If the right moment never came, so be it. Neither of them were getting any younger, despite his best efforts and the effects of the respawn system.

He took off his gloves and his coat and hung them in their proper place in the closet, stuffed the ring box in the folds of the front pocket of his pants and set off. It was almost dinnertime and it was Engineer’s turn to cook, so most of his teammates would be swarming the kitchen, which gave him the opportunity to search the base at his leisure.

Spy wasn’t in his own bedroom or his smoking room, or in the firing range, and Medic knew he wouldn’t be hanging around in the living room when he could be fashionably late to dinner. That left only one place that Medic knew he frequented.

The sky was alive with the colours of sunset, soft pinks and warm oranges and fiery reds. A light breeze was cruising over the desert, making the few scattered trees growing near their base shiver and the tumbleweeds dance on the nearest horizon, and the tors and mesas burned like a mirage under the light of the lowering sun.

Spy was leaning against the railing of the balcony, his back turned to the door, and he didn’t acknowledge Medic beyond the miniscule tensing and then relaxing of his shoulders. His tie was loose and the top button of his undershirt undone, which Medic found out when he snaked his arms around his waist and leaned down to press his mouth to his skin.

“Something on your mind, mein schatz?” he murmured, and Spy hummed. He turned his head, allowing them to touch foreheads.

“Many things, lately,” Spy said, too casual to be genuine, “Have you had any success?”

“Success?”

“With your experiments,” Spy said, and Medic caught a knowing glint in his half-lidded eyes, “The reason you have been spending most nights in the laboratory, non?”

Medic huffed out a laugh. His heart felt full. “No,” he said, unable to stop himself from smiling, “Not quite.”

Pop, came a noise, and Spy looked down. Medic held up the box to the light, and the platinum ring glimmered giddily under the rays of sunset, casting shimmering reflections over its soft velvet cushion. The blue diamond shone like a miniature star set into the band—the same colour as Spy’s eyes.

Spy’s head snapped back up, and there was shock there as he searched Medic’s expression for any trace of deceit. Medic knew he wouldn’t find any even if he tried to make it up, as he sometimes did in his more paranoid moments—and indeed Spy seemed to realise this was not some overly complicated prank, because a sheen came over his eyes, and he seemed torn on whether to cry or laugh.

Medic gave his waist a reassuring squeeze. “Marry me,” he said, two words that for them meant a thousand things.

Spy choked out a little laugh and then shook his head as if in disbelief, and for a split moment Medic thought—

But then it was his turn to look on in shock as Spy reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, revealing an exquisite rose gold ring set with swirling gemstones of a dark and rich red sitting prettily on a white silk cushion.

“There was a manufacturing issue, so it only arrived last week,” Spy said, voice choked up with emotion. Medic thought of how tired and stressed Spy had looked up until the previous week. “I was debating on a time and place, but I—I didn’t think—”

Medic surged forward and pulled him into a deep kiss, and their respective boxes dug into their ribcages as their bodies met in the middle.

“Hey guys, Engie says—what the fuck—”

They broke apart with a gasp, and Scout yelped as Spy shoved him back into the hallway and slammed the door in his face with enough force to make the building shudder. “I’m being proposed to!” he yelled indignantly, and Medic felt his cheeks begin to hurt from all the smiling he was doing.

Spy swivelled back around, ring box still in his hand, and pulled Medic in by the collar of his shirt. “Ask me again,” he whispered against his lips. Medic could do nothing but laugh, and he kissed him one more time just to feel him smile.

“Marry me,” he said.

“Yes,” came the answer, and the sky bled colour behind them as the sun sunk beneath the line of the horizon, signalling the end of today and the dawn of another, brighter tomorrow.

[unbound-shade]

Remember, kids, it's not that she tried to court conservatives with fascist talking points like strong border policy, the most lethal military, or tough-on-crime rhetoric. It's not that she wanted bipartisanshipwith literal fascists, including putting them in her cabinet. It's not that she wouldn't do anything about the ongoing genocide. It's not her absolute non-stance on trans healthcare. It's not her fault.

It's the fault of actual progressives for wanting an actual progressive. It's the fault of trans people for wanting health care. It's the fault of people who asked for strong policy from someone who could have actually fielded it instead of trying to make peace with literal monsters and trying to convince conservatives to vote for her. It's the fault of a bunch of nebulous sexists, nevermind that hundreds of thousands of these accused sexists voted for Jill Stein.

It's everyone and everything's fault but Harris' and the Democratic Party's. You should all be rewarded for moving yourselves to the right, your lack of moral conviction, your half measures, your acceptance of genocide, and your missing spines. You totally deserve to get more and better things despite lacking any of the necessary conviction to demand them. You're definitely not deeply unserious, or out-of-touch with reality. 🙄

[loullipopx]

well what the fuck ahah

[flying-cat]

every time i see someone equate being quirkless to being disabled i lose 70 braincells

[jangmi-latte]

we carried malleus y'all.

[crystalflygeo]

You know how everyone simps for at least like 2-3 characters or so?

Like maybe there's their main true love but also hell yeah would get down and dirty 11/10 with this other character.

I've never simped much for characters honestly ever since I was a teen but Zhongli has me on an absolute c h o k e h o l d from the moment genshin came out. I've never been this down horrendous and don't think ever will again lmao

and I was like yeah sure Kaeya is also nice, I'm very tsundere and in denial about Childe but..... fine too. Would bed them, sure, sure <3 //hit But it's not the same feel, NOWHERE near the same intensity as Mr. Zhongli.

And now. This man. This man I have been waiting for since 1.0 I find myself falling more and more for him and loving him as the final countdown happens. Like yes I've always been excited, love the design, captivated by the mysteriousness.

but BOI I am down bad for Baizhu. I love him so much. My feels for him almost rival Zhongli fr fr just... he <3

Guess I have a thing for reptile-related long-haired Liyue men//hit

But Liyue does make its reptile-related long-haired men HOT AF

[armyvulcan]

all these mf mods of bg3 to make characters "look" younger, and therefor more "attractive" is honestly hot fucking garbage. it completely diminishes the realness of the game, despite it being fucking fantastical. like ya, we can shoot spider webs and lightning bolts from our finger tips, but HOLY MOLY we canNOT have flawed features such as.... pores, and wrinkles, and smile lines bc that's not normal in aging/existing at all,

those that made them mods & those that downloaded it are weak, weak little worm for brains motherfuckers, and im not sorry but i gotta bone to pick with u. u suck