#you can complain all you want

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

[turtleblogatlast]

Was thinking about this again haha

Anyway I adore Hueso and Leo’s dynamic and wanted to include Hueso Jr in it because I like to think Leo can be shockingly good with kids

[linkemaus]

Not to be that person, but if Kamala Harris were a white man with the exact same ideals, positions, and beliefs, it wouldn’t have even been a competition. Realising that the worst thing you can apparently be is a woman, is truly devastating.

[tapakah0]

[macdenlover]

we don’t acknowledge enough how dee used to be a pageant winner when she was a kid and how much damage it did to her. she worked her ass off and got recognition for being pretty and talented at a young age and it was the only source of self esteem she could garner in a family that constantly berated and talked down to her. she sought after that external approval because it was the only way she could prove everyone around her wrong. her dream of being a performer didn’t come from a self-aggrandizing delusion— she genuinely showed a lot of potential when she was younger. but she went through an unflattering puberty and her spinal condition got worse and that natural talent she had as a kid plateaued way too early. the “former gifted kid” dilemma. she slowly lost the thing that promised her that she was good, but she was so desperate to keep holding onto it that she tried anyway. again and again and again no matter how much people made fun of her because it was always about proving them wrong. but after a while she couldn’t jump anymore without anticipating the way it feels when she hits the ground face first. self-sabotage became her way out, choosing to rather live in the fantasy of her own unrealized potential and blaming those around her for her lack of success, than having tried and crashed again. she’d rather buy lottery tickets over and over and never scratch off the numbers than to see that she lost. that self-sabotaging behavior bled into other aspects of her life too, from friendships to relationships to therapy. her own short lived success is what made her grow into embodying the cycle of failure.

[jeonsupershy]

gyuhan shenanigans ft. cheol 🥂

[seiwas]

boyfriend iwaizumi hajime fixing your posture every time he sees you hunched over and slouching—the way he holds your shoulders and straightens it by rolling it back, thumbs pressing into your shoulder blades.

he gently pushes your lower back whenever he notices you curling into yourself, runs his fingers up your spine too.

and he does it all quietly, your only warning the feel of his hands on you.

it’s almost like he has a radar for it, some posture-sense that tingles every time your back is anything but straight.

when you complain about back pain, he snorts, mumbling a ‘wonder why’ before coming over to knead out the knots anyway.

he buys you an ergonomic chair to hopefully help out, even leaves x-rays and scans of bad backs lying around to give some subliminal message of what could happen if you don’t fix it now.

and when he takes you from behind, pushing down on your lower back to give him that arch he likes, he’s teasing, telling you that you only seem to listen when he has you like this.

he’s really starting to think, should he start fucking you with your back straight?

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Every time I see someone earnestly say that Carver hates Hawke, I have to exercise such restraint to not scream.

Every day I get closer to writing a deep dive about him because that's my guy. He's so interesting. He feels so much. He tries so hard when talking to the other companions and some of the dynamics he has with them are so good. He can be so fucking funny and sweet and awkward. He so badly wants to be wanted and appreciated and to protect everyone he loves.

Carver Hawke, they could never make me hate you.

[delicatepointofview]

gonna have to deal with people missing the point of louis singing 1d songs in festivals... don't get me started on the other covers

[mostlyghostlyy]

dale is such a freak I hate him sm I want him to corner me and grope me while i have a panic attack and can’t fight him off (idc if he’d be unaware or just don’t gaf) sorry. sorry

Something similar, I've had this cooking up for a while.

Imagine you’re out in a public place, maybe a mall with a few of your girlfriends, just planning on having a good time and spending a shitload of money. Walking around bags in hands, when one of your friends points out a man sitting on one of the benches. He is just staring into space, mouth opened and muttering. The three of you start mocking his appearance, trying to contain the giggles at whispered jokes. That is when one of your friends dares you to go up and flirt with him. They’re looking at you expectantly, so you shrug and go along. It's just a joke after all, no harm no foul.

You stroll over to his bench, “This seat taken?” You motion to the bench. He looks up at you as if awoken from a trance, smiles and shakes his head. You sit, and he leans away from you to get a better look. Your friend's snickering in the corner, but he doesn't seem to notice all of his attention drawn to you. “Shame to see such a handsome man sitting all alone. You waiting on a wife or something? Maybe she's in one of these stores trying on a pretty dress to impress you.”

He blinks dumbfounded, smile frozen on his face. “Wife?” His hands fidgeting with the ring on his finger. “No….. no…. wife, I-,” A little breathless laugh. You rest your head in your hand, eyeing him amusedly, while he tried to form a coherent sentence. This was easier than you’d thought it would be, usually it takes at least a few lines before they devolve into muddled messes. You tap him lightly on the shoulder, and he lets out a small moan at your touch. You stifle a giggle and continue. Putting on your best flirty voice, “Whats your name, tiger?” Pushing the hair from his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Dale,” he responds lightly, still nuzzling into your hand. You pull it away disgusted, but quickly regain your composure. “And what’s your name, Angel?” You let out a chuckle and lean close. He smells musty and sweaty, you wonder when was the last time he showered. Whispering in his ear “You can call me whatever you want, baby.” You feel his whole body shutter, his hands slowly coming up to caress your face. A glance down would reveal his growing erection, wet spot now gracing his pants. You lean in, as if to kiss him. He shuts his eyes, ready to receive the act bestowed upon him.

Dale’s eyes shoot open when he hears you start to laugh, starting as a giggle and upgrading to a full guffaw. Your girlfriends run up, equally as in tears as you are. Snickering and holding each other upright. “Oh my god, did you see his face?” one giggles “He totally would have cum in his pants if you kissed him, just look at how hard he is.” Dale looks away ashamed, tears welling up in his eyes. “It was just a joke!” You croon, “We were just trying to have some fun! Don't act like you didn't enjoy it.”

He gets up and walks away, his face a shade of scarlett as he curses you under his breath. What was to be expected for him? He should’ve known this was some kind of cruel prank, no doubt the angels of heaven sent you to make him more miserable than he already is. He finds a quiet and secluded place, he is still revved up from your touching him. He jerks off until he is satisfied. Deciding that he wants to find you again to teach you a lesson.

He watches as you waive your friends off, you’re stopping to use the restroom. Its a single stall, wonderful. Nice and private. Entering you walk up to the mirror and do some makeup touch-ups. Startled when he starts pounding on the door. “Occupied.” You hiss, and continue. The knocking gets louder and more aggressive, you groan. Rolling your eyes “There is someone in here, dipshit. Find another bathroom.” It continues, you reluctantly but angrily walk over to the door. Swinging it open “Look asshole-” A hand flies over your mouth and you’re pushed backwards into the room. Realization hits you, it's the same man from earlier.

“Okay, Angel,” He huffs “Im going to remove my hand, but if you scream, I will cut out your tongue and make you eat it. Understand, beautiful?” You nod, and he pulls his hand away. You start begging for your life, forgiveness. Threatened apologies trickling out of your mouth in shuttering gasps. Of course you have no choice but to ask him what he wants. “I want what I was promised, Angel. You cant just treat a man like this, and expect him not to come and claim the prize.” He has you pushed up against the sink, hands stuck out behind you grasping the cold plaster. Your face turned away and eyes tightly shut. “And most of all, i want a real fucking apology.” With the last word, he tears your shirt open.

Your skin prickles at the unprotected air, he enjoys watching you breath in and out panicked. You wince when he reaches under your bra. Nipples already perked up from the cold air, he pinches and fondles them. One hand traveling up to grab at your throat, squeezing softly. “Im sorry, im so fucking sorry.” You rasp. He snorts. “Try again later, Princess.”

Yelping, he grabs you and flips you around. Your ass to him, and now you’re facing the mirror. Black streaks of mascara stained down your face, complexion both pale and flushed simultaneously. He tears down your pants, relishing your cries for mercy. Mocking the appeals for pity.

“Relax, Angel. Aren't you having fun?” He hisses in your ear before yanking your panties down. His erection fully grown and painful for him. No more teasing. He bends you over the sink, lining himself up and slowly moving his hips to fully lodge himself inside. He does this on purpose to make it as painful for you as he can. You scream and grit your teeth as he begins grinding into you. Your hands and elbows digging into the white of the sink, you begin feeling nauseous. Head drooping down to stare at the drain. Dale notices this, and yanks your head back with a fistful of your hair. Giving you no choice but to watch yourself in the mirror. Observing how his head flies back with every thrust, and how his hand keeps roaming over your body as if it cannot find a good perch. Watching as he rails you without mercy, pace brutal and bruising. Hitting deep within you, and probing your cervix. Involentarly letting out a moan of pleasure, arching your back. Unconsciously letting your hips thrust to meet his. “Do you like that!? Do you like that!? Do you like that!?” He screams after every thrust. Words starting out clear, then getting jumbled the closer he gets.

His whines ratchet up, and you've been with enough guys to figure that he's getting close to orgasm. Begging him in your mind to pull out, not to cum inside you. As if he could read your thoughts he climaxes. Hot strings of cum coat the inside of your womb, leaking around his cock. He leans on you, panting heavily. Peeling his sticky skin off yours. Watching as you sink to the floor in dismay, he laughs. “Relax, Angel. It was only a joke.”

[nico-robin-official]

Man. I hate when you like dislike a thing, but the most outspoken critics of it are weird chuds who dislike it for awful reasons. Like nonono I swear it's not about the fact that there's a gay person in it. It's about the awful pacing and uncompelling writing.

[ganondoodle]

Sorry ab the shitty English translations/localizations, it's bc they think that Americans won't get it otherwise (bc when we act stupid, we act REALLY stupid), our bad 💀

[scatterbrainedbot]

aww 🥰 babies' 270,864,809th act of terror 💕🥳

ive never done a dtiys before but @onionninjasstuff 's was just too cool to pass up -- thank you for the prompt, i had a blast (lol)!

uncropped/movie-screened version below the cut, featuring the amazing orig piece by onionninjasstuff as a ref💜🧡

[lyriumsings]

The assumptions people are making on Veilguard bc ALL decisions won’t carry over are insane to me “OH so morrigan won’t mention her ONLY SON!! or her roMANCE??”. We have no idea what context or capacity she’s going to be in the game? In skyhold, she stayed at skyhold for a while, so it made sense to chat her up and ask about her life. Also Kieran was THERE bc he was TEN. Kieran is now in his twenties and most likely living his own life. If we’re saving the world and fighting darkspawn WHY would her grown ass son come up? Esp when she doesn’t even know Rook?? Like i would understand if we had veilguard in our hands and people were complaining bc Morrigan actually had dialogue invalidating their canon but for fuck’s sake the game isn’t even out yet. They’re saying it doesn’t matter as in it’s not gonna come up bc Rook is busy doing other shit, rather than quizzing characters who aren’t companions on their lives. “What about Varric”. Varric seems to have a pre-established relationship with Rook which means you can headcanon that they already had the talk about Varric’s life story considering he called them his “second in command”. Like cancel your preorders, preorder, do whatever you want no one on the internet is the boss of you. But oh my fucking god complaining about something you don’t even fully know about is already getting so old. Best case scenario, you’re right and i guess your bitching is validated yay for you ig. Worst case, you’re wrong and like wasted so much time and energy bitching for nothing. Like I completely understand being upset the choices don’t carry over, it IS disappointing! But we don’t even KNOW what it’s going to affect if anything at all. It’s just so funny how everyone was like “it’s not about the Inquisitor” and now that the focus is confirmed to be pretty much entirely on Rook and the inquistor’s choices barely seem to matter in game and half of everybody has lost the plot bc of it and we don’t even actually know how this will affect the game like ????

[nakaremfarlei]

Was just thinking about the amount of animals Obi-Wan interacts with compared to literally everyone else and in the Clone Wars episode where Kamino gets attacked he literally gets saved twice by the same ray-like animal and just...

The growth from judging Qui-Gon for the 'pathetic lifeforms' he picks up to whatever he has going on during the Clone Wars era. He must have gotten that from Qui-Gon though, right?

And because it's my brain and it's rotting with all the star wars stuff I am consuming I was thinking of Obi-Wan saving all these creatures and the 212th having to deal with that. Surely they made one of the rooms pet proof in case one of them needs a new home. There also have to be clones who love that because of course Obi-Wan can't really take care of rescues on top of all his duties.

After the first few times this happens Cody learns to order animal food and other necessities. And if the Republic doesn't fulfill these requests or asks too many questions he'll just have to make sure to organize them on planet during the campaigns.

[charlie-rulerofhell]

1670: siblings.