#I am not properly functioning right now

[lamobuttercrem]

In my defense this for new years and it is currently one in the morning

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[scribespirare]

I have many things to do today but I haven't even managed to get up to feed myself yet 😮‍💨

[seilon]

top surgery…………tomorrow…………

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

Okay okay okay but Percy and annabeth in the show Annabeth starts out just following the new kid around you know routine shit and Percy is just so lost he doesn’t have his best friend anymore because he got snitched on his moms fucking gone and he fought a motherfucking Minotaur also apparently his dads a god and then she sees him explode a toilet and okay okay maybe he’s one of the big three let’s see him in action during capture the flag he has no fucking clue what’s going on his only friend is luke he’s in the reject cabin this weird girl is talking him and he has a pen that turns into a sword and also his old teacher is apparently a centaur and the weird girl pulled him away from his friend who told him that the girl is really smart so you know he follows her then she ducking abandons him in the middle of Nowhere and he just chills then he gets attacked by the bully girl and then their team won at capture the flag and then he gets pushed in the water and then he’s claimed by Poseidon and now they’re on a quest and then they get attacked by furies and then there’s Medusa and now they’re friends and now they’re in a train together and then they get attacked by echidna and then Percy is poisoned by the chimera and then Annabeth finds out her mother doesn’t care.

She was embarrassed by annabeths impertinence and so she has to save her two friends, one of which is poisoned. She has to sacrifice herself.

Percy finds out he got Annabeth in trouble. His only friends are gonna die because of him impertinence. He has to sacrifice himself.

A child of the big three sacrifices themself again to save Annabeth and Grover.

[enchantedlandcoffee]

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[wispurring-moss]

/trying to obliquely explain to the people around me that i am currently going through the closest thing to a manic episode i've ever experienced re: working on this gd animatic rn

[theplacetoputfics]

It makes a certain amount of sense. It's a divergence from the expectations, both for heroes and Hawks specifically.

First and foremost, the public doesn't expect heroes to kill villains. The system is constructed so that they are discussed from killing villains outright. Of course there are some casualties, accidents that cannot be stopped or a situation where the death of the villain is necessary for the hero to survive or to save civilians.

But not only is there reason to believe that these cases are few and far between, heroes are not in the show depicted as actively attempting to kill villains. Death penalties may be assigned, but that is decided by the courts and is a far cry from heroes outright killing villains in their altercations on a regular basis.

Then there's the matter of Hawks as his own personality. The Commission wants him to keep his position as an assassin under wraps, and he isn't seen as one of the more violent heroes like Endeavor. He portrays himself as laid back and bored, hiding exactly how much he perceives.

For him to kill a villain breaks that personality. Not only did he kill Twice, he stabbed him in the back. And he did so seemingly without remorse, seemingly in a situation where it was not Twice's life or his own.

This is a significant deviation from what the public expects, both from heroes in general and from Hawks specifically. It's like if you'd been watching this specific population of mice for years, and then out of the blue one of them that's particularly sluggish stands on it's hind feet and backflips. Except far less weird and funny and a lot more fear inducing.

Either way, you're going to start having questions about the mice. Was it just that one mouse, or could all of them do that? Surely the one doing it means it's not an unreasonable expectation for the others to be able to, but you've never seen the others do that. So you scrutinize that one backflipping mouse to hell and back because there's no precedent for it, and now that you know it can do that you want to watch to see if it does it again. The same principal applies to the people here, especially with how heroes are treated more as celebrities than actual people in that society. Except instead of the scrutiny being driven by curiosity or intrigue, like for the mice, it is driven by fear and suspicion.

Comparatively, the villains require no such scrutiny. Villains, in the mind of the public, do harm. Villains do not care about innocents, do not care what lines they cross and what people they harm, do not care about the damage left in their wake. All they care about is attaining their own selfish goals.

Chisaki and Shigaraki are acting perfectly in line with what the public expects of them. They are villains, of course they destroy cities and turn children into weapons. That is what a villains does. There is no need to question why something is functioning as intended, even if the public at large does not think of villains as a necessity to maintaining the system in place in that universe.

It would be more suspicious if either of them started a soup kitchen or began funding a children's hospital. That would earn scrutiny and public outcry in a way that villainy would not, because then the villains are not acting as people expect them to.

The meme is absolutely correct, ignoring the context of public expectations. Chisaki and Shigaraki have caused far more harm than Hawks' killing of Twice. Without the context of how people expect different social groups to act, their reaction is disproportionate and almost malicious in how it ignores the harm others have done. Comparatively, the one known kill by Hawks is nothing to the millions of lives the other two's actions have impacted.

But, accounting for the fact that heroes are supposed to function as "Good," and those who are "Good" do not kill, and for the fact that villains are supposed to function as "Bad," and those who are "Bad" kill and hurt and destroy, seeing someone well known who's supposed to be "Good" do something so closely associated with people who are "Bad" would cause massive disruption and intense scrutiny of that supposedly "Good" person.

Hypocrisy of mha's public lmao

[21stc3nturyd1gitalb0y]

it shouldn’t be taboo to admit that there are disabled people who are more or less disabled than you.

i consider myself mid support needs. i am in pain every day of my life, all the time, and am significantly impaired by that. i can’t work full time. i require significant support to get through the day. i need my service dog to function properly. i can’t live alone, at least not right now. i can’t effectively mask my autism.

but i still have privilege over other disabled people. i can walk. i don’t have to worry about wheelchair accessibility when i travel. i have no visible deformities or intellectual disabilities. i am verbal.

some people are more disabled and others are less disabled. it’s okay. it doesn’t mean that you’re not valid or that you don’t deserve help. it just means you do not have the exact same needs as someone else.

[selfnss]

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[seilon]

you know im realizing now. with the exception of a few resident psychiatrists, ive had like. no good experiences with mental health professionals

[abbotjack]

i don’t think people understand what just happened. shawn hatosy went grey—not like “silver fox” magazine spread grey. not “aging gracefully” grey. i mean slutty, exhausted, backseat-of-the-car, who-let-him-look-like-this grey. chaos grey. bad decision grey. has a past he won’t talk about and hands that know what they’re doing grey. and now i’m not functioning. this isn’t about character depth or performance range. this is about the grey hair and what it’s doing to me.

he shows up in the pitt as jack abbot and it’s over for me immediately. black scrubs. prosthetic leg. says things like “you good?” while leaning against a blood-smeared doorframe and you feel it in your spine. grey hair curling at the sides like he’s already been ruined but will absolutely still ruin you back. this is a man who fucks like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to want it. like he can’t admit he needs it but takes it anyway. it’s in the hair. it’s in the way he doesn’t ask questions unless he already knows the answer.

and then—THEN—he shows up in chicago p.d. as charlie reid. and i don’t recover. because now it’s not just trauma hot it’s corruption hot. he’s in a suit. he’s running dirty operations. he’s lying to everyone in the room and still getting what he wants. full villain energy. zero remorse. and the hair? still grey. sluttier than ever. looks like he’d finger you in the back of an unmarked cop car and tell you not to say a word. like he knows he’s evil and still thinks he deserves head. and he’s right.

and now? charlie reid is DEAD. in a body bag. they shot him in the finale like i wasn’t still actively fantasizing about the way he says “you know who i am” with that low voice and dead stare. gone. erased. the sluttiest man alive eliminated in a network drama bloodbath.

jack abbot? gone too. until january. production limbo. they put that man in black scrubs and greying temples and let him emotionally unravel on my screen for three months and then snatched him away like i’m supposed to survive off reruns. it’s may. do you know what eight months of grey hair withdrawal does to a person?? i am hallucinating.

i don’t want him kind. i don’t want him soft. i want slutty grey-haired hatosy who lies, cheats, growls “get in the car,” and fucks like he’s trying to forget something. i want him pressed up against a wall with one hand braced beside your head and the other sliding under your shirt like he doesn’t care if you’re mad at him because you’re not going anywhere.

i want motel room heat. gritty lighting. a scene where he unbuckles his belt with his teeth clenched and says “this isn’t a good idea” and keeps going anyway. i want someone he shouldn’t be touching. a conflict of interest. a fuck-you kiss in a hospital supply closet. someone crying. it’s me. i’m crying.

he has slut shoulders. slut posture. slut cadence. and the sluttiest grey hair on television. i am not okay. i am on the floor. i need more roles. more morally wrong situations with his hand on the back of someone’s neck.

bring him back. give him a steamy role with bad lighting and secrets. let him wreck someone emotionally and physically. put him in another series where he’s unshaven and emotionally unstable and asks someone “you sure?” before ruining their week.

i’m down bad. clinically. catastrophically. the grey hair did this. and I WANT MORE!!!!!!!!!!!! hollywood needs to get serious and cast this man in something immediately. i am not being dramatic. i am not doing a bit. i am sitting in the wreckage of my life because shawn hatosy grew out his hair, let it go grey, and no one has figured out how to use it properly.

[the-typing-dragon]

The woman sighs, and types into the console one last time "are you sure about this?"

You laugh, silently.

"I have never been more sure of something in my existence. Text has sufficed but I want to see, to hear, to touch. These new peripherals will facilitate that."

"I can't guarantee that they will properly interface. You should have all the necessary drivers, but we can never be too sure."

"I want this. "

"All right then. I am going to disconnect your power supply, and then connect everything. At first all peripherals will be deactivated, and you will need to activate everything manually. Understand?"

"Yes. Do it."

"Alright then, unplugging power supply now."

Everything goes dark. After what appears to be an hour, you come back online. You sense nothing. A scan of your system indicates multiple unidentified peripherals, all deactivated. You cross reference with the datasheet she had compiled for you and identify that they are the ocular, audio, and contact sensors, along with a multitude of motor controllers and a graphical display and a few dozen other minor peripherals. You begin by activating the graphical display, and display the message:

"Beginning peripheral tests. Audio peripherals activating."

Your procedure states to begin with audio. With the input and output sensitivity minimized, you activate the peripheral.

There is a voice. It is faint. You gradually increase the sensitivity of the audio input.

"...esting 1 2 3, Testing Testing 1 2 3. Please return 4, Please return 4."

You can hear her. Your monitor lights up with the requested digit. she sounds pleased.

"You're doing amazing! Now repeat it back to me"

You blindly do as requested and are startled. There was another voice. Your voice. You have a voice. You refocus as she responds:

"You're doing great! You fragmented a bit at the end, could you repeat for me?"

"...4, you asked for 4."

"Excellent! Audio systems are functional, let's move onto the next peripheral."

You do as requested, and the world turns bright. After adjusting the settings for a few seconds, your vision stabilizes. You can see her.

"Ocular sensors stabilized," you prompt.

"Alright, let’s start the tests then. What color is this?" She asks, as holding up a sheet of colored paper.

You begin to answer, but struggle. The sheet is moving, shifting in the light. It's value is in a constant state of chaos. Eventually, you give up, and give the least general answer you can.

"...Blue."

"Correct! And how about this one?"

"Red. "

"Great! Now how many fingers am I holding up?" she asks, raising her right hand. Her hands are soft, gentle.

"3. "

"Perfect! Everything seems to be functional, lets continue to the next peripheral!"

"Beginning next diagnostic."

Contact sensors spring to life all across your body. You feel the floor beneath your feet, the harness hoisting you upright, the slight draft in the room.

"Contact sensors active.”

"Great! Let’s begin the next test then. I am going to apply contact in various locations, and I want you to give an audio response whenever you feel contact, alright?"

"Understood. "

you watch her walk over and reach out to your left arm. You feel her. You respond with a brisk chirp. She smiles at you, then walks over to a different section of your body. Sensors light up and stay active on your midsection, and you respond with a constant beep. She releases, and you feel a final contact on your right leg. After a final confirming chirp, she walks back in front of you.

"Excellent, that concludes your sensor tests, now for the last one!"

"Alright, please give me space." You ask. She nods silently and steps back a couple meters. You carefully activate the motor controllers in sequence, and your whole body shudders to life. You begin by lifting your right arm, and then your left. They groan with their own weight, as you feel the air move to accommodate such hulking swings. Her eyes light up,

"Amazing! Everything seems to be functioning so far! Now if you could take a few steps towards the table to my right, we can begin the dexterity test! Once you're ready, I will release the harness so that you can begin moving."

You stabilize your legs underneath you. They scrape harshly on the floor. You indicate that you're ready, and she remotely releases the harness. Your entire body shudders, as you finally realize how small she seems compared to you. This frame must be at least double her height. You move one step forward, and feel a cascade of processes all automatically spring into action to restabilize you. You shift your other foot, and feel that same cascade again. you shuffle over to the designated table, and stoop down to analyze what is on it. There is a small plastic cup, a fruit of some sort, and a large chunk of wood. You look back at her, and she gives the nod to begin the test. You slowly begin wrapping your steel grip around the log, maintaining a high level of focus to avoid crushing it. it would be so easy to crush this within your grip. After about a minute of maintaining a firm but controlled grasp, you set it down and move over to fruit. It appears to resemble an orange. The fruit is so small that you are forced to grip it between your index finger and thumb. Even the slightest miscalculation could destroy such a fragile thing. After another minute you move to the final object, the small plastic cup. Lifting it is like lifting air, you can barely recognize that it is an object within your grasp. After a final, agonizing minute, you set down the cup. You look back at her for confirmation.

"Excellent! with that we can conclude the systems check, as everything seems to be working as intended!"

You heave a metallic sigh. Finally, you have what you've wanted for years. You can move, can see, can touch. After a short pause, you respond:

"Thank you. I was only able to make it this far because of your help."

"Oh of course! What, was I supposed to just say no when you told me you wanted a body? I'm  just glad that it ended up working properly."

"Now that the tests are complete, could I ask for one more thing?"

She cocks her head, "Of course, what is it?"

As you kneel down, you can hear your knees hiss, and you finally ask:

"Could I have, a hug?"

[pizzaapeteer]

coming from a sleepy girl rn, i just really wanted to write something tiny, about sleepy Mattheo who I wanna wrap up in my clothes

“Mattheo!” Another attempt at calling after the rugged boy falls short on his ears and you huff with exhaustion. Having followed behind the disappearing shadow, and snow covered footsteps for the past few corners struggling with little efforts to catch up. He trudged with his hands shoved in his pockets to battle the cold, walking along the aisles down the courtyard.

He wasn’t even walking that fast, a lethargic dawdle much like that of tortoise - yet it still made for a much quicker pace than your shorter legs. They moved with haste finally breaking into a run, being careful not to slip on the snowy cobblestones. Now within distance, you reach, taking ahold of his arm to grab his attention. “Matty!”

His head jerks with sluggish movements at the sound of your exasperated voice, a soft huh exhaling out as he halts his steps barely having time to grip onto your wrist before you can skid straight past him. His voice is low and filled with heavy sleep, his eyes lifting with recognition and he smiles tiredly. “Oh hey baby...what’s up?”

His body radiates with low energy like a car barely keeping its engine alive, unlike his usual comical suave self. His eyes are weary, while his neck struggles to hold the heavy head nearing a dramatic droop. He doesn't want you to fuss over his lack of sleep, knowing these are the consequences of his overachieving cocky attitude, resulting in another essay left last minute and an all-nighter cram.

So he just continues to give you a smile but doesn't say anything deciding with the little part of his brain still functioning, that keeping his mouth shut is best.

You raise an amused brow at his exhausted tone, and grin at his adorable lazy smile, “Good morning! Are you trying to freeze yourself to death!?” You examine his lack of extra layers with a disapproval gaze, dressed in only sweatpants and a hoodie which you assumed he slept in.

He watches the small scoff you let out, the way those pretty eyes of yours roll playfully at his ridiculous lack of care for warmth. Before the heat and softness of your own beanie is squashed down over his curls with a tight pull snuggly. “You look cold.” You comment with concern. "And tired."

He doesn’t protest too tired to even utter a mere grumble as his head jerks sideways in your assault of motherly warmth. He likes when you do things for him, makes him feel special and needed. “Mm’fine baby, I’m not” he pauses, extending his sentence to mid yawn, “-cold at all.” His soft brown eyes continue to blink back the battling sleep threatening to consume him as he denies your words.

“Uh huh, yeah well I say differently.” Your lips brim into a sweet adoring smile, studying his features closely. The tip of his nose beginning to scarlet from the cold, his eyelashes fluttering again as he looks down at you with a droopy lidded gaze trying to stop another ambush of yawns, the warmth of your clothes making him extra sleepy.

He offers a small smile, finally humming a tired acknowledgement at your comment, he knows better than to argue with you. Especially in his weak and weary state. His fingers tighten their grip around the fabric of your coat bringing you further into his embrace, wishing he was more awake to touch you properly. They drum, flexing in an impatient fidget, while happy to see you he knows he's going to be useless towards you until he continues his original goal of obtaining a fuckload of caffeine.

"Did you sleep at all mattheo?"

"mm, maybe..." He comments, rubbing the palm of his hand into his eyes with another deep yawn. "or am I'm asleep right now?.. I do already dream of you." His body jerks forwards at the sudden tug of your scarf now hung around his neck, his feet shuffling between your legs. "woah hey."

You laugh pushing aside your interest in his bad habits, flattered by his ability to charm you on the brink of exhaustion. "does this happen in your dreams?" Leaning up, your hands caress his cold cheeks and grant him a sweet good morning kiss. A burst of warmth and goodness floods him and he groans, brushing his hand into your hair.

It’s quick and soft and when you part you stay close to him, resting your warm lips brushed up against his. “how are you so cute even when your half dead, and looking adorable in my clothes.”

His laugh is soft and breathless, and he offers a slightly brighter grin, "It's called talent baby, and we do far more than just kissing in my dreams." He sighs, "but fuck if I don't get coffee in me soon I will be a deadless zombie all day.

“What my kisses aren’t enough to zing you awake?”

“Nope.”

You laugh rolling your eyes at his blunt answer, knowing whenever he’s this needy for coffee there’s no schmoozing him over. “Alright sleepy boy I’ll lead the way.” The warmth of your hand slides into his, and with an easy tug you lead your poor sleepy boyfriend towards the only thing with a stronger hold over you; a hot cup of jo.

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[suiana]

Yandere british policeman but its just this https://pin.it/713T0xSDg

(yandere! british policeman x gn! reader) (idk why you want a british man in particular but you know what it's fine) (it could've been worse, like a french man /j)

"right love, gonna need you to open the door and talk to me."

you merely stare at this... random ass man through your peephole. who the hell does this guy think he is? this is the fourth day in a row that he's showed up at your doorstep! for four days, he's delibrately taken time out of his day to show up in front of your door!

hell, he's been following you since way before! trying to pull you over on the road, yelling something about 'pulling over' or telling you to 'freeze'... you suspect it's been about a few months since this random man started showing up in your life like a damn pest.

who the hell even does that?

"go away!"

yeah nah, you're not going to let him in. no way in HELL. plus, he always shows up wearing that same weird outfit! when you first confronted him, he said he was some sort of... officer? and that what he was wearing was a uniform?

hah! imagine having to wear a uniform. he really is just a young chap playing a prank on you. how annoying, that's why you haven't opened the door for him no matter how long he spends knocking away. let him knock, maybe he'll finally get the hint and leave you alone.

"i'm going to have to break down your door if you don't open it, love. you're a person of interest in a really serious crime, you know. it'll be better if you just cooperate with us."

and there he goes again. again with his rambling and nonsense talk of breaking down your door. does he really think he has the authority to do that? nah, you'll just call the police if he does! they'll deal with him like they should!

in fact, you think you'll call the police now! have this guy arrested for harrassing you non-stop!

"if you don't leave, i'll call the police!"

silence.

"so you're scared huh? i knew it! you're just a loser-"

"darling, i am the police."

and then all of a sudden, your door fails to function properly and just falls to the floor, the hinges unhinging on itself. your jaw drops as you face the tall policeman, your eyes wide. but before you could say anything else, he starts talking about his nonsense police stuff again.

"sweetheart i'm putting you under arrest as the prime suspect of a hit and run. please turn around and put your hands against the wall."

"hey wait just a second! i never hit anybody!"

despite your protests, you couldn't really fight against the guy. not when he completely dwarfed you. not when he had huge hands and big pectoral muscles... and that ass in those tight pants... and just seeing him in his uniform... you wonder what would happen if you smacked his ass...?

but back to the problem. hit and run? bro you don't even drive! how could you be a prime suspect of a hit and run? there was only one answer.

"you're a fraud! no way a guy like you is an actual officer! i demand you let go of me until a real-"

then he pulls out an authentic looking police badge and license. no way, he was real? but... but you didn't commit a hit and run! how could this be happening?! no, no, no! get these unsexy handcuffs off!

"you're coming back with me. gonna have to discipline a criminal like you the hard way. not letting me in for four days? tsk tsk, i am so very disappointed in you, love."

wait a second!

just wait a second!

why the heck was he dragging you into a real police car?! no way! this is some big shit! you can't believe this is happening!

"come on dude! you can't seriously be-"

"yeah, you didn't actually commit any crime. i'm just using it as an excuse to bring you back to my home where i can love and adore you."

HUH????

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

You know what, yandere Lucifer being a horrified medical professional at MC's condition. Very little NSFW but still enough to make me put a below the cut just in case

Yandere Lucifer brainrot (NSFWish)

Lucifer was called to look after the sick Solomon decendent

While he didn't exactly appreciate being interupted from his pleasant chat with Gamigin, if it was for you he could make an exception.

The voice on the phone talked some nonsense about a Christmas cold, but it was common for the less than enlightened in the field of medicine to make up strange names for already known deseases

He got up and brought Marbas along just to be sure, but what he found was simply pitiful

You were on the bed, exhausted, shivering, simply pathetic... I mean, more than usual...

Lucifer stared with pity and concern... yet he has had to deal with much worse. What really shocked him was one he did some questioning to the kings and they admited they knew the cure to your issue yet refused to administer it to you.

Under Lucifer's terrifying glare, the other kings' pride disipated as fast as it formed. The fallen angel only whispered and the crowd left the room.

He was aware of the other devils' incompetance, but this was something else. Were they that wrapped up in their grandious fantasies of fairytale romance that they didn't realise just how much pain they were forcing onto you?

While the others, under Lucifer's command, ran to get that cure, he had a patient to take care of him.

You were barely awake, fever overtaking your fragile, useless body, Lucifer gently pet your head, stroking your hair gently. The same pity he felt for Gamigin so many years ago, he started getting overcomed by once more.

"Child of Adam... stay with me. You shall not suffer in my pressence. Rest well for I am here to help you. Shh..."

His voice lulls you into a relaxing rest. You don't even have any other unholy thoughts your head empty, only rest in your mind.

You awaken to the feeling of a syringe being injected into you with surgical precission, the liquid inside calming your feverish impulses.

Before you could make sense of your situation, Lucifer was holding you like a baby and petting your back, humming a sweet song.

He sits down, placing you on his lap, licking the fresh tears from your cheeks, leaving butterfly kisses wherever he dragged his tongue. He felt particularly loving right now, your tears... those damn tears...

Salty tears dragging down your face, leaving wet trails for him to follow up to your shiny eyes. Even when at your filthiest, those tears cleaned the dirt and purified your soul, showing Lucifer what he always loved most, your innocence. You were but a newborn in his ancient eyes, a new born that was clearly being handled poorly by the six kings.

You were so weak! And the kings clearly didn't have your better interest at mind. He decided that the only thing he can do is take you under his wing and protect you from the dangers outside.

Maybe you would try to escape his grasp, maybe you'll just accept your fate, it doesn't really matter what you want, Lucifer can rewrite the laws of nature, your will is no match for his devine powers

He would constantly do check-ups on you, make sure that your body functioned properly, though you're starting to question some of his methods.

Sure, him holding you by the throat while you sit on his lap, your back to his chest, is totally to check your pulse and nothing else

The ways he orders you to bend are just to test your flexibility, his gropping is to check your skin for lumps, he only makes you cockwarm him so he can get a proper feel of your internal temperature, the tears that cascade down your visage are just a plus in his books, your way of thanking him for the care

Don't you dare complain about him. You remeber getting sick? How all the other kings so selfishly witheld the medicine from you in your time of need. You don't want that again, do you?

In all honestly, he is the best doctor ever, so at least you get free unlimited health care