#im once again SCREAMING INTO THE VOID

[imavikingo]

Everytime I look at Tumblr and see the tl I remember why I hate endgame with a passion you couldn't understand.

They fucked up Steve and Bucky so bad (yes, Bucky too bc suddenly he doesn't matter/isn't even a secondary character that deserves to be near Steve)

It's so funny to me (not) bc they talked about gay characters being in the movie at panels and interviews and even talked about Stucky at some point (basically queerbaiting) for then... Steve not even acknowledging Bucky. An awkward and impersonal hug doesn't cut it.

And Steve suddenly yearning and talking about Peggy? When he didn't even mourned her that bad and already had let her go ages ago? They knew they fucked up in CATWS with Steve and Buckys relationship, so they tried to distance them and then inserted Peggy bc ofc

(they possibly didn't have the time for a new character and they already had fucked up pairing Nat and Bruce and Wanda and Vision). Steve didn't have anyone else he cared about so they couldn't give him a new girlfriend. So they used Peggy AGAIN.

I'm not mad bc "Stucky not canon grr"

No.

I'm fucking pissed off because they did the worst character assassination and friendship assassination possible. Every movie of Cap America revolved around Steve saving Bucky at some point and him caring about him above all else, and you want me to believe that Steven Grant Rogers didn't care about him when Bucky died in front of his eyes? AGAIN? That Peggy's death was more important and impactful for him? If that was the case then why the fuck did he crash the plane then? If he cared so much about Peggy since forever?

No, that was just lazy writing and a way to reinforce Steve's sexuality "He can't be gay and you can't say that bc he LOVES PEGGY"(even tho he only kissed her once, even tho he crashed the plane and didn’t give her the coordinates, he didn't really care that much after all) they could have paired him with Nat in later movies, but they didn't.

That's why I only raise my eyebrows a lil when people say that x character will be gay canonically in a marvel movie/series. Is more than possible they won't. And if they are they're Deadpool, a secondary character no one cares about (obscure in lore too, so they can cut them off) or is plain queerbaiting again (because yes, even if you don’t see Steve and Bucky’s relationship as romantic, they DID QUEERBAIT IT)

Steve and Buckys relationship wasn't even written in a romantic way (you can ship them or not), but they tried so hard to rectify Steve's heterosexuality in endgame, that they fucked up their character arcs on purpose. And now they will always feel hollow and inconclusive. A bad taste in the mouth, a painful reminder of what it was and a what? 11 year long? characterization.

Idk man, I know I've talked about this more than three times, but omfg Tumblr reminds me why I hate that fucking movie!!! It's not my fault!!!

I know I'm going to end up writing something out of spite bc I can't take it shdkdjjcif

"It's been more than 4 years get over it" NEVER

Also the bit with Johnny Storm in Deadpool and Wolverine was also a dig (a fuck you if you will) to the fans bc Deadpool explicitly calls him Cap. And it implies that Steve as a character (not that old Steve nonsense) won't be back.

It's funny they've remade over and over again some movies (Fantastic 4, Spiderman) changed actors for characters (James/war machine, Bruce) and they include them in the multiverse/plot, but they won't do the same to some movies and some characters when they fuck up their stories, because they know if they do, they will have to acknowledge WHY they did it. Like with James/war machine changing actors.

So yeah, that's one of the reasons I don't care about Marvel anymore.

**I mean remake the movies ((Also they Can't remake Cap America bc that would mean they need to remake every important movie. And they don't have the time, the money nor the need. So that's why they decided to fuck their character arcs))

or include some characters in multiverse (they're going to do that with Tony/RDJ/Dr Doom after all, no?) and they also won't remake Cap bc the movies are amazing.

But the point stands. Steve couldn't be in DaW bc that would imply he's an alternative one or that Old!Steve was an alternative one or wasn't even Steve to begin with. But they couldn't do that ofc, no, bc that would give the fans hope in seeing Steve and Bucky together once again. So they did a dig at the fans bc "haha you thought it was Steve, but it's Johnny!"

Idk if I'm making sense at this point I'm tired af, need to sleep.

The thing is that they fucked up Steve Rogers's arc on purpose (Bucky's too, and others charas too tbh) and now they expect the fans to accept everything they give us with open arms. And imho I won't accept shit.

"Deadpool saved the MCU" how? If the other og characters are DEAD or they fucked them up too? Or are the butt of the joke now? Don't make me laugh. Most people don't gaf bout the new charas bc they only are presented in series not everyone watches (only available in one place) or are presented with characters that are dead now or as a replacement for the og characters. They aren't interesting on their own (not really, at least in mcu) and that's why most of the new stuff isn't liked as much. If they wanted to present more characters the opportunity passed already.

Also now if you want to watch and really understand 1 movie (if you don't read the comics too) you need to watch like 20 other movies and 5 shows. it's fucking exhausting.

[proxycrit]

Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

—-

So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

[knockknockitsnickels]

baseless chokkiri gang + next few episodes speculation

I'm wondering what's going to happen with the rest of the Chokkiri gang now. For the past 2 episodes their Kurayaminder's have basically been one-shot by Zukyoon and Kiss so they're probably due for at least another powerup.

I'm curious if they're just going to get another upgrade from Kurayaminder to something else, or if Darkiine will turn the rest of the gang into monsters like she did with Cutty (if she's even capable of doing that, I'm not sure if she can do that to someone without them being "kira kira" first). While Zukyoon and Kiss took care of Cuttinder pretty easily as well, it's worth noting that was after the Idol team had tried to help him and with him fighting to free himself. It'd probably be more difficult if the victim wasn't trying to avoid hurting the Cures.

I also don't know if the rest of the team will get redeemed as well. Zakkury didn't seem to be lying about not being a fan of Zukyoon and Kiss, but that could very well change. We also haven't really seen much of Chokkirine in general - I assumed by her reaction that she's aware of what happened to Cutty and lying to Zakkury on Darkiine's behalf, but I also saw some people speculate that she doesn't know the truth and is just used to Darkiine treating her minions poorly. I kind of just feel like there's more to Chokkirine that we haven't seen yet (but that might be biased thinking on my part, she was my first guess for "mid-season cure").

Current GAME THEORY is that the remaining gang members are going to get an upgrade which will force Zukyoon and Kiss to work with the rest of Idol Precure, though that's probably stating the obvious lol

[babyboywilson]

happiness is having someone comment that your writing is beautiful when you’ve been insecure to get back to writing again

[leave-me-to-die-alone]

Horrors update: ate too much again and my skin feels weird BUT I saw some sick ass fossils earlier and got gelato before dinner >:)

[aspecbuddie]

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[babieken]

Gonna sound like a broken record, but with the resurfacing of trolls (on twt) trying to bully Hakyeon out of the group and the other side scrambling to defend him, i need to rant once again and say: while i absolutely do not condone troll behaviour, i need yall to stop acting like hakyeon is the only member with a successful career outside of vixx. When in fact he's the only one whose solo career yall care about and is admittedly more accessible to most ppl, unlike musical which only a very small group of fans will ever get to experience.

Taek and jaehwan have been doing musicals way before vixx went into a hiatus, and hyuk has ad.a now and it's clear that he's going to be very successful.

Jaehwan opened up about how difficult it was on his body and how his vocals weren't in a good condition BECAUSE he was doing a musical when they were doing comeback preparations and album recording during thr documentary. Taek was doing the mv on no sleep. Hyuk was involved in the directing and creative process of the album while also being the subject.

So I do not think it's unreasonable or even unfair to ask hakyeon to be honest with; 1st himself, and 2nd with the fans. Because over the last 4 (?) Years since he was released from the military and changed labels, he has not shown up for vixx (once in a blue moon where there was anything to show up for) when it mattered. If showing support and promoting them on social media is all he can do, he can do that whether he's officially in or out of the group.

Bottom line is: i respect that he's taking his acting career seriously and I'm proud of his achievements so far, however, he needs to be honest about where his priorities truly are. It's not fair to fans or leohyuken when he insists he's part of the group and cares about it but never actually shows up for activities. It's his words vs his actions, and it hurts people.

[seeveekat]

Niggas will see people scared out their minds about the future of their lives in this god forsaken country and wishing that mother fuckers would just realize you can't just "uwu im gonna revolt when the facists take over!" Post things better and call them a "pathetic liberal"

I swear no body on this site fucking has nuance anymore

[thecatspasta]

hissing

WHAT DO YOU TUMBLRINAS WANT IM ALREADY GIVING YOU SHIT TONS OF JONATHAN SIMS

[missbiddle]

life, huh

[wankstain-mcgee]

This might be night time speaking, but fuck me I think it's happening again 🤦🏻‍♂️

Idk if its just the regular cyclical depression or burnout, but God damn its a bad time for it. I've just moved house and I'm hopefully about to start a job, so now is not the time to burn out. At this point though there's nothing I can do tbh. Just persist on the verge of tears :/

Who knows though, I might manage to balance the humours. I fucking hope so. Once I'm earning I should be able to afford prescriptions at least, which should help. In the mean time I just hope things normalise and I can get on with it. Because if they don't and I can't then I have no chance. I'm dreading winter anyway, but if things are already dire then I'm beyond fucked.

[unheavenlycreatures]

so i did not in fact go to the beach-each lets go get away

[a-mosaic-of-stars]

Neither. We’re a middle school debate competition. You have Smarty McSmartpants endlessly detailing the pros and cons of the topic while The Gremlin eats terrible things in the background and occasionally gives bad advice or a thumbs up to the opponents.

is your system a council or a twitch chat

- 🥀

[her-canine-teeth]

wvrybody nneeds to know abt flower face.and aliceband bzw love them

[roseandbee]

Currently attempting tens unit on my foot and this is hella weird

[siilverwiitch]

^this^

I can't quit thinking how much it must have hurt Jiang Cheng to get rid of those puppies.

If there was ever a kid who needed a dog (or three) it was Jiang Cheng, whose distant, unaffectionate father and harsh, demanding mother placed high expectations on him with few, if any, rewards for attaining them.

He played alone and experienced little of the rough and tumble play and competitive solidarity that kids have with one another, and that are the crucible in which those who are destined to become leaders learn true leadership skills. Training and running around with those puppies could have made up for some of that. Training dogs, he would have learned that rewards and praise work better than threats and punishment, and how to enforce discipline without anger or violence.

And look at the names he gave his puppies: Jasmine, Princess, and Little Love. These are the kinds of names a sensitive boy with a tender heart that had not yet been too crushed by patriarchal gender norms would give beloved pets. They are outlets for his need to be loved, and to feel loved in return-- puppies and dogs are so good at that, even if parents aren't always. No wonder he's so upset when Jiang Fengmian takes them away.

But there is an upside to the loss: Now he has a brother to play with. That brother turns out to be effortlessly better at everything than he is, and his natural leadership skills endear him to his father more than Jiang Cheng ever did.

Wei Wuxian becomes both a brother he loves and a rival he can never best, an infinitely frustrating cycle in which anger and shame immediately extinguish softer feelings like love, that rekindle only to again be extinguished. Anger is a kind of power, familiar to him already as the kind his mother wields, and it temporarily compensates for his constant feelings of inferiority. It's a big feeling that his high status allows him to express, and he never gets much chance to express or enjoy love.

Little Jiang Cheng needed those puppies so badly! No one around him fully appreciates how much his father made him sacrifice.