#naming and shaming

[daziechane]

So, here's a thing.

I just saw a post today where the OP actually CALLED OUT people that liked but did not reblog their post. "THE CONSEQUENCES" they called it.

I'm going to say this slowly, with small words, and big red letters so people understand:

FUCK.

THAT.

SHIT.

I don't know where OP came from social-media wise, I don't know their situation, I don't know if they really expected their "art" to make money or what, but subtly (or not so subtly) bullying people by "naming and shaming" is a dick move.

I am not on Tumblr to appease and please anyone but myself. If you don't like it, you can sit and spin.

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

“Why do you treat those who could be your allies thus?” 

oh my god you know someone’s really up their own ass when they ask a MINORITY this question about the majority that have historically done things like, y’know, MURDER THEM for being that minority. 

and “thus” is “being angry about cultural appropriation by said majority” so like, fuck right off, jegus fuck, @valshaena

[discordantdream]

The Story of the Rock

So I��m not sure why this comes to mind. Probably a discussion about corporate life. Regardless.

Back in the before times, I was a corporate accountant for a global, absolutely massive, everyone in America, Canada, and probably a vast part of Europe knows this corporation level company. That isn’t a humble brag about having worked there, I’m trying to convey just how ridiculous the following story is. This company had money.

I ended up in a particular role, that I’m not going to explain because a) the intricacies of accounting are boring to basically everyone, even accountants and b) anonymity of some variety.  But in this role, I was very good. I was, in fact, the first person in the history of the entire department, to have gone an entire month in an audit cycle and make No Mistakes.

This was a Big Deal. Everyone makes mistakes in accounting, everyone. But I went a month with none that had surfaced (I’m positive I screwed something up but nobody caught it; again, mistakes just happen in accounting).

This huge, globe-spanning company had a huge budget. What did my boss do to showcase my achievement and tell others that doing good work was something for which to strive?

She gold spray-painted a fucking rock that she found at a construction site next to her house, and put a clear label on it with my name and the month that I’d gone with no mistakes.

She spray-painted a fucking rock. A fist-sized rock. With gold spray paint! That makes it valuable! And not like she was giving me a ROCK that she happened to find near her yard. Not even a pretty rock. It certainly wasn’t even pretty having been spray-painted gold.

She explained that this was because our team slogan was “(team name) Rocks” and I had.. “rocked” that month. 

It was, amazingly, not the most demoralizing thing to ever happen to me at that company in that role. It was also embarrassing. Big team meeting to present me.. a rock.

And to forestall “Oh but her heart was in the right place!” This woman had no heart, I guarantee it. And if she wanted to get me something shitty to symbolize my achievement, crappy trophies are hella cheap. Probably cheaper than buying a can of gold spray-paint. I can also guarantee you that she did it purposely to insult me while still having an out that she was being a good team leader by showing off the team slogan. She hated me.

This was between 16 and 20 years ago (I don’t remember the exact date) and it still bothers me. Thanks to her precedent, a year later her successor had to spray paint another rock because I did it again.

[dragonnnfly]

The gang’s names are under-appreciated, not just because they are amazing, but for the comedy potential.

They’re out here being named, Snotlout? Fishlegs? Ruffnut? Tuffnut? Hiccup?

While everyone else has normal names like Viggo, Ryker, Dagur, Heather, Johann, Drago, Mala and so on!

Can. You. Imagine. Being a villain, fighting these teenagers, being defeated, and utterly impressed, and then you ask for their names, thinking it’ll be something amazing like TORMOD THE GREAT, and then it’s… Fishlegs????? Fishlegs Justin Ingerman??

And the leader is HICCup? UHH???!! And his deadly beast is Toothless? Like, “NO??? No no no, I see teeth”

[d0d0-b0i]

older designs because why not :O

[millenniummmbop]

YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU'RE NEVER WRONG (YOU LIVE WHAT YOU'VE LEARNED) YOU HAVE TO ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOMEONE (YOU LIVE WHAT YOU'VE LEARNED)

[viquipo]

Posting again. I will cherish Joshua's hot dog incident in my heart till the day I die

[otaku553]

I have Thoughts about them

[unmooredmonroe]

i'm learnin' how to draw ferengi >:}

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep

[merakiui]

That ruggie thought about him getting you pregnant 👀 u always leave bangers in yhe tags

Putting bangers in the tags is a merakiui speciality. :D

(cw: slight yandere, nsfw, pregnancy, female reader, mentions of abortion)

Ruggie is a sneaky hyena, so naturally you shouldn’t have trusted him when he said he’d pull out before he cums. The two of you are just friends, yet one thing leads to another and the both of you agree to a night of mutually beneficial affairs. School is stressful! Running errands for Leona is stressful! If anything, the both of you deserve to unwind with one another. Ruggie makes it very clear that he will pull out. There’s no way he can risk cumming inside, and neither of you have any condoms on hand either. His pull-out game is elite; don’t worry. You’re in good hands. 

Until you aren’t and you wake nauseous weeks later. You’re quick to get a pregnancy test and when it comes back positive and you realize that the only one you were intimate with was Ruggie... Now things are complicated. The both of you sit in his dorm room on his bed, staring at the test and then at one another. It’s so awkward; the silence is stifling. He’d promised he’d pull out and he fully intended to, but in his defense it was warm and snug inside and you’d wrapped your legs around him and!!!! Excuses, excuses, excuses.

Ruggie offers an awkward apology that sounds insincere, but the truth is that he’s never been in this situation before and he has no idea how to smooth-talk his way out of this. So he tells you very bluntly that he can’t afford to take responsibility. He can get Leona to pay for any fees that might crop up if you don’t want to keep the child. He just can’t balance a fussy prince, academics, part-times, and a child. That’s way too much. Not to mention children are expensive and he’s very tight on money. He wouldn’t want to subject a child to a poor life because he isn’t financially stable. You understand where he’s coming from because with your monthly budget there’s no way you can afford a child either. But all of this is so...real. It’s one thing to entertain ideas like pregnancy, but it’s another to actually be pregnant.

So you tell Ruggie you need some time to think things through before you make a decision and he offers his support. After all, it was technically his fault that the both of you are in this predicament. He is genuinely sorry! He really wouldn’t dream of stressing you out with this. If he was rich, it would make your lives so much easier. Leona won’t provide any help because it isn’t his problem to solve. The way he sees it, Ruggie shouldn’t have had such a weak pull-out game. Ruggie’s humiliated that that’s what Leona decides to comment on. Leona does, however, wish you the best of luck. He does care for you in his own gruff way, but don’t expect him to bow to you just because you’re pregnant. 

Time passes and with it a dozen decisions fester. No one could tell you’re pregnant because it doesn’t show, but Lilia has popped in to gift you a pair of baby booties he’s crocheted and Malleus has started to visit more often to wish you well and check in. Some of the beastmen seem to perk up when they’re near you, as if they can sense the change in hormones, and the merfolk exchange sly glances. Everyone’s starting to wonder. 

When you finally, after much debate, decide to visit the doctor and Ruggie accompanies you (for your sake, he claims. He’s not a deadbeat, so wipe any of those ideas from your mind at once!), the doctor informs you that you’ve waited much too long and that now you ought to focus on preparing for the baby. You and Ruggie die that day in the pristine office, and you leave hollow and nervous. You knew you should’ve gone sooner, but you were never afforded a break. With Grim’s nonsense and then trying to scrounge enough money to fix a hole in the wall (thanks to Ace and Deuce’s foolishness) to managing your own academic schedule, you pushed pregnancy to the back of your mind because you were so certain that you had time. 

You try to look on the bright side, but Ruggie’s a realist and there’s absolutely no way the both of you can afford this without having to take out a loan or sign one of Azul’s contracts or work more jobs or... It doesn’t look good, but he wants to try to figure out a solution. So when Ruggie starts working more to afford pre-natal care (Leona’s wallet is always missing Madol, but he never notices, certainly not when he has a habit of leaving his valuables out and about), you try to do your part by looking for work as well. The both of you spend nights in either his dorm or yours (mainly yours, though. Ruggie doesn’t want any of the guys getting any funny ideas) and you’ll read up on pregnancy and parenthood together. You haven’t decided what you’ll do once the child is born, considering neither of you have any romantic feelings for the other and you’re not too keen on forcing a relationship that’s bound to fail. 

Despite the initial fears, all poorly concealed, you and Ruggie slowly relax as the weeks go by. The both of you are saving up to afford everything needed for a healthy pregnancy, but there are certain factors that get in the way. Nausea is your enemy. You’ve had to excuse yourself from your shift more than once to vomit, and Ruggie’s started staying in Ramshackle with you and Grim to cook and care for you. He rubs circles into your back when you spill the contents of your stomach into the toilet every morning, sometimes right after your meals. You caught Grim sleeping on your stomach one morning, to which he will adamantly deny it and scoff about how you’re just delusional and trying to spin a lie. 

When your baby bump finally starts to show, it becomes harder to hide the obvious. You’ll receive some support from Crowley because he’s so very kind, but you’re still expected to attend classes and such. Although the professors are admittedly a little more lenient with you now that they know of your situation. Ruggie wishes they’d be more lenient with him. Trein advises Ruggie to treasure the blessings that come with children. As noisy and troublesome as they are, it’s so very worth it in the end. His daughters mean the world to him; he’d do anything for them. Ruggie thinks this conversation got weird fast because since when does Trein get sentimental one-on-one like this? But...he’s grateful for the advice. He confides in Trein that he has no idea what he’s doing, but he’s really trying because... Because. He doesn’t have an exact reason, but he’s just doing it. 

Trein smiles at him and simply says that trying is better than nothing. Ruggie feels like this was the strangest pep talk he’s ever gotten, yet somehow it’s cleared his head a little. 

When your belly is more rounded and you’re a few months in, Ruggie suggests you stop working. Even Azul insists you ought to take leave; the lounge can survive without you. “It better be paid leave,” Ruggie threatens, to which Azul grins and says that a little signature can solve all of his issues.

Every single Madol counts. He’s filled jars and jars with bills and coins and he’s stowed them away in a locked space in his room. He’ll check the days off on his calendar as the both of you get closer to your supposed due date. He’s not sure why, but when you insist that you can work a little longer for his sake he doesn’t like that. He’ll work for you. He’ll do all of the heavy lifting and physical labor. Just relax and let him massage your shoulders or feet when they’re sore. Let him rub lotions and creams into your belly. Let him cook healthy, safe meals for you. Normally, Ruggie would let you do your own thing, but this time he’s a bit more forceful with his insistence. He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself or the baby, and he definitely doesn’t want you around those slimy Octavinelle students. 

For the longest time, Ruggie was so certain that there was nothing between the two of you. You’re not in love, you never kiss or hold hands, and you don’t even sleep in the same bed. You’re really just two friends trying to get through a tough situation. But lately he’s felt different. These feelings surface when he’s rubbing a soothing gel into your belly and he feels the slightest kick, and he freezes up and looks you in the eyes and both of your stares seem to say, You felt that, too, right? It finally occurs to him that there’s life inside you. That the little movement within your belly is the result of you and him. That, had you never waited in the first place, he wouldn’t be here with you, feeling a restless baby kick and squirm within. Ruggie finally understands what Trein meant all that time ago. Moments like this—the ones in which he’s reminded of the bond the two of you share, that this child is the one who tethers you and him together—are so very special. An important thing that only he could experience with you. 

Ruggie’s been feeling for too long and so he tries to back off, suddenly embarrassed, when your hands cover his. You smile at him and for the first time in his life he thinks that this isn’t a bad situation. Sure, it’s stressful and he’s exhausted every single day, but it’s a situation he doesn’t have to face alone. He’s together with you. With someone who is not quite a friend but not quite a lover either. Somewhere in between all of that. What does that even make you? He has no idea, but deep within his heart he wants you to be more than just a friend.

He’s never had anything that is remotely his. He’s always had to fight for his things. For food. For clothes. For money. He only knows survival because he’s never been granted the luxury of an easy life. So when you smell of him and you’re carrying his child and there are just so many traces of him on you it makes him realize that he wants this relationship. He wants to be your lover and future husband. He wants to be a father. He wants to be yours, and he wants you to be his.

Ruggie’s not sure what will happen after the baby is born and if the two of you will even stay as close as you currently are, but when he discusses potential names late into the night with you he pushes thoughts of the future aside. It’s important to plan ahead, but right now all he wants is to admire the way the moonlight frames you, the way you light up and laugh when he playfully suggests the name Ruggie Jr., and how warm you are. How welcoming your scent is. How comforting it is to know that it’s just you, him, and a precious miracle growing within you. (And a snoring Grim, but he’s too deep in sleep to be woken.) How perfect the two of you are, even when you’re struggling to make ends meet. Even then, he’s happy because you’re really all he needs to get through tough times.

He can’t let you go. He loves you too much, and hopefully by the end of these nine months you’ll love him, too.

[lasshoe]

fool me once with the fakeout at the beginning of the episode where i thought ted and rebecca had slept together

fool me twice when rebecca finds ted alone in the stands and all but begs him to stay, says i go you go 

fool me thrice even with a mentioned romcom buy a ticket to get past security so they could say goodbye moment only to be immediately fucked along with every other resolution and storyline and that’s on shame on jason sudeikis 

[vinkandpaint]

antwerp real

[wrathyforest]

a small sketch with smiling Wolfwood to lighten my friend’s @avelin3 mood