#redundance

[largishcat]

I actually don’t mind that “dead dove” has become conversational shorthand for “fics with heavy themes where you REALLY need to pay attention to the warnings”. such is the nature of language. what i do mind is when people tag their actual fics with dead dove and then give no indication of what they’re actually warning about. that is useless. that helps no one. that is completely against the spirit of the meme. i will not be reading that

[adyophene]

screen time

[spencer-is-someone]

happy pride month to all the “weird” queers. The ones who use neopronouns, the ones who feel xenogenders fit them best, the ones who use micro labels that barely any people know, the ones that make their own flags. I love you, and you’re not “too weird” to be in this community.

[wolframgrafik]

[mens-rights-activia]

The most vile and vitriolic person you know is online right now talking about the importance of building community and there’s nothing you can do about it

[obamousse]

"Keep talking and you'll end up in the streets. Like how it was back then isn't it? So miserable, isn't it?"

Osamu had a fair share of experiences arguing with Atsumu, which was nothing pleasant. They yell at each other, casually fight, and in the end, reconcile. Osamu does not hesitate in smacking his brother in the head while giving him the title of "a tyrannical pig". But it was in situations where they were both sure they would stick by each other's side again, and little did anyone know, that was only the mildest of Osamu's anger.

And now, having heard Suna's words, he froze.

Not one inch in his body moved. Only his eyes. Bulging, larger, larger, until his pupils disappeared behind the color white. The eyes of a monster, yes. Of a beast unleashed. Suna was surprised: he expected him to, like many others he had argued with before, to start crying, become angrier or start slapping his face. He did not expect Osamu to stare straight into his soul, and for the first time, things felt different. Osamu was going all out, and Suna then truly realized how angry his lover could be and the scale of catastrophes dangling on his head. And for the first time, Suna regretted everything he said.

Suna was gifted with a sharp, piercing tongue. One that keeps inventing new and scorching insults, that he freely used. He knew, once he was successfully angered, he would do anything with that tongue of his, accuse, insult, gaslight, or even weaponizing secrets people have trusted him with, to push his opponent to the edge, have them crying, speechless, taken aback from how caustic the Suna could actually be. Mother said it was a weakness of his, not that he cared about, because all he ever did that too was people who hurt him (and who would hurt his friends, if he ever had any).

Osamu knew too well that weakness of his. Osamu knew, that there is a tiny chance, Suna would do this to him.

Suna still kept his smirk on, mind you. He still kept on that prideful, sarcastic and brazen face of his as usual, devilishly reveling on how he had angered Osamu.

And Osamu slowly said, slowly:

"Piece of shit. You want another secret to use? I used to hate you so much back then, I thought, for no reason." - he breathed, staring at Suna's face still unstirred, - "I knew I should have kept hating you with my guts, now that you showed me that disgusting dogface of a man."

He glared at Suna's wicked grin for one last time, before storming outside and shutting the door behind him.

And that was when Suna slumped down against the wall, unable to breathe, clutching onto his own shirt. He felt his eyes sting. No, he won't allow himself to cry. He's a man, and sharp-tongued, sarcastic men like him don't cry.

How ironic, he was supposed be the one pushing Osamu to the edge. How ironic, he would now be rendered speechless, crying, taken aback on how hurting Osamu's words could be. Mother might be right - it was his weakness, and he realized it the hard way the moment he saw that wrath in Osamu's eyes, how that caustic tongue of his only destroys him in the end.

He held his shirt with trembling hands and buried his face in it, trying to stifle any sob and dry any tear coming out.

And he cried.

Fight

[deadwooddross]

A little werewolf commission, awooooooooo

[shalmonsdraws]

he's still figuring out vine whip

[hellenhighwater]

There's something awful about forever.

[batboopp]

not 2 brucepost but i wonder if he ever looked down at his bloodied kevlar gloves and remembered his fathers deft fingers stitching together the wounds of a mob boss with zero hesitation. i wonder if he looked at his stained hands and all he could think about was how he was the ultimate inverse to what his father stood for, his fists being used to bruise and break instead of heal

[katebeckets]

Special Agent Fox "I do not gaze at Scully" Mulder ⤷ [1/13] ✧ Season One

[capsicle107]

The Washington D.C. National Mall + Steve Rogers being a little shit

[marshmeowlow]

got a bit more progress done on this piece! i am going to die doing the background (i took so many screenshots and tried to line them up with the plan for the bg so many freaking times, AH)

[arscorpii]

in episode 1, utena defeated saionji with only a wooden sword, without any help from prince dios (i believe this was the case) as would be observed in later episodes. saionji was using the sword of dios against utena in the duel. i find this to be very impressive on utena's part because saionji was a skilled swordsman. it reminded me of how utena managed to pass through the rose gate without the sword of dios in episode 39, with only bare, bloody hands and a heart overflowing with love for anthy. unlike akio who failed to cut through the gate even with the strongest soul sword, the one pulled out of utena.

to commemorate the 28th year since revolutionary girl utena started airing (02/04/1997), here are some parallels between the first and final episodes of rgu (per chronological order of episode 1):

utena and anthy's hands slipping away from each other's grasp both in the opening and episode 39.

the duelling arena being destroyed as prince dios wakes up in the opening versus the duelling arena being destroyed by the swords of humanity's hatred in episode 39.

prince dios on his white horse, looking over a ledge with bare trees in the background from episode 1 versus akio looking up to anthy being stabbed by millions of swords representing humanity's hatred in midair in episode 39.

prince dios and baby utena with bare trees in the background in episode 1 versus anthy walking away at the ending of episode 39.

prince dios putting on the rose crest ring on baby utena's finger in episode 1 versus prince dios trying to kiss the ring in episode 39, as utena lies helpless on the floor in the rose bride dress.

baby utena watching prince dios riding away on his white horse in episode 1 versus anthy walking down the same path at the ending of episode 39.

baby utena wanting to be a prince in episode 1 versus utena apologising to anthy because she couldn't be a prince as she hangs over the ledge in episode 39.

utena and anthy respectively, emerging into the corridor in episodes 1 and 39.

utena, anthy, and the rose garden in episodes 1 and 39.

part 2 of the post

[haveapizzaparty]

Yor is going to begin her conversation with Loid by referring to a hypothetical friend who's hiding a massive, earth-shattering secret from their spouse and it's going to make Loid's mental landscape look like this

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

Yami has placed people in two categories: 'Yuugi' and 'Everyone Else'