#“we don’t judge”

[hazy-cosmic-skies]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[bloobydabloob]

Holy shit I love your Dirk interpretations, it's so true and I could talk about this shit forever. I feel like another part of his character that people seem to forget (along with Roxy for some reason) is that he's from the future in solitude in an apocalyptic wasteland. I just see that part of his character always removed which is disappointing because I feel like that's a pretty big part, especially regarding his themes around technology, his brother's theme of Time, his own isolation, and how he plays in the vastness of the universe and spacetime.

Art I drew related to the subject because I like to respond to asks with art.

But absolutely. I certainly understand where the lack of discussion over his isolation + upbringing comes from, considering a majority of the fanbase that I have seen builds their ideas based on their own version of postcanon. I’m not entirely sure how that would be fixed, but certainly even in the somewhat recent past I would see a lot more content regarding his upbringing both literally and symbolically. I don’t have much to add regarding the things you’ve mentioned, because they just are what they are. Dirk being confined to a singular room left to him by a father figure he never met, in a future where the only other person left on the planet is someone he cannot pursue a relationship of because of himself, with purely 3 robots to keep him companion, one being an exact replica of his own brain who is *also* trapped inside a pair of glasses, is about as literal as it gets to me.

The contrast to me involving the flooded, organic world in comparison to the little speckle of Dirk’s apartment packed with the dude and his technics is not only a representation of his isolation and entrapment within himself, but also of his lack of control. I think his obsession with & themes of control are a direct product in the case of Dirk specifically *of* this kind of upbringing. His themes of technology are also related to his themes around control. So much of his character is actually revolved around this to me like so much. Dirk is so deeply disconnected from humanity in every way and so much of his character + symbolism is based around that.

It doesn’t even have to be about the symbolism or anything though. It’s just pretty *interesting* in the literal sense that he lives in the middle of the ocean in the future. There’s not only a lot to theorise on to do with his young life there, but on how it might affect him in the way he acts for the rest of his life. The latter part is probably what I see mentioned the most by people talking about Dirk regarding this, I’m surprised I don’t see more discussion on the former too though. I really ought to actually talk more about Homestuck stuff on here. I will do it myself.

Roxy & Dirk’s relationship is largely ignored though because there is a narrative a certain demographic spreads that Dirk resented and blamed Roxy for her interest in him, and thus too many people believe that their relationship was or would continue to be an abusive one. Realistically, I believe it’s important to acknowledge that the way Roxy treated Dirk regarding his homosexuality wasn’t right while still acknowledging the obvious amount of respect and admiration Dirk had for Roxy. I mean we have a huge piece of dialogue from their post trickster mode conversations on the quest beds from Dirk purely stating how he feels about Roxy that people completely ignore somehow. I think this usually happens to characters that are women though. I know everyone says it, but it is true. Jane gets the exact same treatment of boiling her down to solely her negative aspects. The things I see completely mischaracterising both of them are horrific.

I mean how much more explicit can it get that their relationship is obviously very important to Dirk? But I digress. I think the best or I should say “most interesting” interpretations of their relationship usually come from DirkRoxy shippers actually.

I would be interested to hear about Dirk’s relation to his brother’s theme of time though. I don’t have any thoughts on this and I don’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about it before. If you or anyone else would be willing to enlighten me I’d be thrilled.

[moonlightdancer26]

Snape kneeling in Sirius’s room having a mental breakdown while surrounded with half-naked posters of Muggle women:

[dasloddl]

get along girls, you share a birthday now

edit, April 23rd: made this on march 10th and now they changed the release date, the lore implications of the may 17 date made so much sense :/// that won’t stop me from posting this because I thought it was really funny

edit, May 7th: so there's listening events now starting on the 18th? make it make sense boys, you could've just released it on the 17th for everyone

clancy will still have this as an honorary birthday in my heart

[theghoulboysblog]

the silliest guys talking about their book that they wrote and narrated together <3 cuties!

[iheartbookbran]

it is crazy that the thing that’s going to finally make Daemon realize that maybe he’s not cut out for ruling after all is having to deal with the Bracken vs. Blackwood bullshit for like a month

[deliciouskeys]

The Boys subreddit’s and fandom-at-large’s widespread expectation that a child should be enthusiastic about killing his father

— I don’t care what his father has done —

— especially when said father clearly cares about the child and the child doesn’t have better parental figures alive —

— I don’t care if the love is ‘narcissistic’—

(— give me a break all parental love has an element of self-love, especially when it comes to, but not limited to, biological children—)

— especially when he had about 30 seconds to process a huge infodump about why his dad sucks before he’d be gassed if he didn’t pledge allegiance—

makes me feel like I’m taking crazy pills.

[xpurpleheart2002x]

Me every time I rewatch Wolverine And The X-Men:

[lokiusly]

chat gpt says lokius makes more sense im gonna cry 😭😭😭

[risoria]

I’m so goddamn tired. I hate it here so fucking badly. I hate it here. It’s 2024. We know better and yet we are pushing these ads and these dogs everywhere, STILL - why do we as a society love animal cruelty so much?? I will never understand.

I’m going to be brutally honest - people are stupid. People will not open their phones to google for three minutes before buying an expensive dog, that lives for 15 years - and media affects people IMMENSELY. Remember how everyone and their mom got a husky (an extremely hard dog to keep, because they’re working sled dogs) after game of thrones? How every single child got a rat after ratattouille, and how most likely a lot of them were abandoned? This happens with frenchies and pugs as well because they are featured EVERYWHERE.

”Oh wow its so ugly i love it ;;” ”Oh it’s so cute I want one!!” No. Dogs who need surgery where you cut their nostrils open just to be able to breathe a /little/ better is not something you should want or support. Animal cruelty is not something you should want or support.

This is a chart for assessing stenotic (pinched) nares in brachycephalic dogs. The open nares seen here are not even actual normal nares - this is what they look like in non-brachy dogs.

There is no other way to say this: these dogs can’t breathe. That’s why they make noises like little pigs - they can’t actually get sufficient air into their lungs because their airways are so closed. They are partially suffocating - every single minute of every day.

Here’s the reasons why:

- the nostrils are closed. you can see how hard and panic-inducing it is to ”breathe” like that by pinchig your own nostrils for a little while. it’s very common to have surgery to cut the nostrils open - but even if it might help a little bit they’re only ONE reason why these dogs suffer

- the face is flattened - this is why the tongue cant actually fit in their mouths, which of course makes the tongue constantly dry and uncomfortable. they also have teeth problems because, again, the teeth literally cant fit in their mouths. they also can’t cool down the way dogs normally do by panting - because the area in their nasal cavity where this happens is extremely small. this, together with the breathing issue, makes them extremely prone to over-heating and dying as a result.

- their soft palates are, again, too big for their mouths and make the dogs’ airways more closed as a result. surgery to cut this soft tissue away is common.

- their laryngeal sacculis are often inverted - think of a pocket of your trousers that is turned inside out. these sacs are located in the back of the throat and further obstruct the airways

- laryngeal collapse is also not uncommon

- their tracheas are VERY thin. That’s why breeding for a different type of bulldog and pug etc is important and thats why ONLY opening the nares and lengthening the snout is not the answer - if the trachea is the dimension of a straw, they will still be unable to breathe properly - and you can’t assess this without image diagnostics, of course…

- because these dogs struggle to breathe and are prone to over-heating they can have trouble exercising and this easily get overweight. The extra fat will collect around the neck, amongst other places, and this can pinch the anatomy of the throat and airways of the neck even further

- some symptoms of BOAS (brachycephalic obstructive airway syndrome) that people find ~cute and unique include:

-> snoring loudly and snorting when breathing. This is because of the obstructed airways and means they struggle to breathe both while asleep and while exercising/walking

-> ”smiling” (pulling corners of the mouth up) and rolling the tip of the tongue is something seen when the dog is labouring to breathe

-> these dogs often find toys to keep in their mouths when they sleep - this is not normal, they do this deliberately because they can’t breathe.

-> these dogs are the ONLY dogs who will be happy about having a tube inserted into their trachea while undergoing surgery. Normally you remove this the second the dog starts to come to - because it is extremely uncomfortable having essentially a straw inside your airways - but for brachy dogs they enjoy being able to breathe fairly comfortably and they will sit fully awake with the tube for long periods of time. It’s heartbreaking.

PLEASE don’t get these dogs and please call out advertisements etc promoting them - because we all know that they are already extremely popular and that marketing sells even more of them. It’s downright evil, and it’s animal cruelty in the name of ~marketing. Yes of course there’s a lot of them in shelters needing adoption - BUT it’s very important to know what you’re getting into. A lot of these dogs DO need surgery to be able to breathe at least partially, and these are invasive and very expensive.

This was just off the top of my head but here’s a link with more info -> BOAS in dogs

[1smolbean]

the whole “a submarine that costs 250k per ticket and is made up of cobbled-together parts that you can only open from the outside because it is secured by 17 deadbolts went missing while carrying several very rich people to tour the wreckage of the titanic, a ship that over 1500 (mostly working class) people died on, a ship whose wreckage should not become a tourist attraction because people fucking died there” situation that’s going on right now is just. so much in a way that i can’t really describe

[tiredyke]

i cant stand feminist discourse on this site because its like 90% "feminism means equality which means you can't say anything bad about men and you have to criticize women just as much as men because misandry is just as bad as misogyny" and these posts always get thousands of notes from other people who call themselves feminists likeee

[plantwriting]

Rolan didn’t realize he loved the other two until it was too late. Until it had been years since they’d spoken, even longer since they’d seen each other. And when he realized, he didn’t know what to do. How to deal with the fact that he loved two people he could barely even say he knew anymore. He didn’t understand how he could love concepts, memories filled with laughter and affection and the always somewhat present smell of smoke.

But he did. He loved them. Felt his heart skip a beat when a girlfriend’s dyed blonde hair momentarily made him mistake her for Kian. His body warmed up when she spoke of a fantasy story she’d read, explaining all the little details that Rolan would remember for the rest of his life in the same exact way that Rand would. When he heard a song on the radio, and his first thought was still “Kian would like this”. When the smell of smoke and alcohol and weed that always clung to Rand’s attic bedroom never quite left him.

Kian knew he loved the other too far too early, before anything could be done about it. When their biggest worries were still exams rather than missing sisters or corpses that nobody else could see. And he hated himself for it, hated how quickly and easily his love turned from something acceptable into something they’d hate him for. Hated how no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get rid of the love he felt for them, how each time he hugged or just sat near them it would feel forbidden, like a secret they all had to keep but only he knew about.

But he couldn’t stop the way he felt. How his heart hammered in his chest when Rand rested his head on his shoulder because it was still normal to him. How his body burned when Rolan helped him bleach his hair during the early hours of the morning, talking about everything and anything to pass the time while they waited. How he mourned the friendship he still had with Rand, now tainted with lies because that was the only way Rand could still care for him. How he still felt such a desperate need and pain when yet another call to Rolan went unanswered, his words and pleas falling to nothing as he knew the other would never hear them anyways.

Rand only understood that he loved them when they were gone. He realized with fear and pain and yerning that the betrayal and loneliness he felt when they left wasn’t born just from his best friends leaving him behind. And he didn’t know how to feel, how to deal with it. Just like he didn’t years later, when he was left behind again, both of them gone somewhere he couldn’t bring himself to follow, only remembering how he felt when Rolan Deep and Kian Stone were both nothing but memories a few people held and empty graves he left flowers to.

He loved them for the rest of his life. His heart still skipped a beat whenever he passed by Rolan’s home, like he was still expecting the other to sneak out of the back door and join him in whatever he was doing. His body always felt cold and hollow, like something was missing, whenever someone touched him with the same care and gentleness that Kian always had. He locked up in terror whenever he heard the clicking and buzzing of ordinary bugs that had seemingly overtaken Galloway since the hive died. He screamed when the phantom flesh and blood that forever coated his barely living body wrapped around him tighter in a mockery of an embrace.

Rand loved the other two for the rest of his life. And he hated it more than anything.

[pjharvey-moved]

if tumblr existed in 1984 (the year not the universe of the novel by the same name) you guys would genuinely be telling people not to vote bc walter mondale would be Just As Bad as ronald reagan. you guys would be saying that being anti ronald reagan instead of anti the whole system is liberal nonsense

[pyjamacryptid]

me surrounded by all of my medical paperwork that disability services deems “not enough evidence” to claim support, after applying for the 5th time:

[uhohdad]

Reader is turned on by cocky and mean men you say?

*the dormant Titan/Reader shipper in me awakens*

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, DEPICTIONS OF NON-CONSEXUAL SEX AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND TAKE CARE <3

“Konig! Konig!”

“Oh no, it’s too late for that, Funny Girl.”

Titan’s fingers ruthlessly indent the flesh of your cheeks to keep you from squirming, his other hand restraining both of your uncomfortably twisted wrists to the dirt with little effort. You can feel it, just how strong he is, bruises blooming at his fingertips and a cruel ache under his grip.

“Say my name,” he growls.

“Konig! Help!”

The hand restraining your face releases you, only to return to your cheek in a harsh open-palm strike. He’s didn’t use nearly his full strength, but it’s still powerful enough to make you see blinding white, thoughts forced to a grinding halt.

Heat immediately rushes to the impact, a rough outline of his handprint raising on your flesh and tears welling in your eyes.

“What did I say?!”

Titan’s voice is no longer a purr, now a hiss through clenched teeth.

He’s stunned you, wide, tear-brimmed eyes and shallow, sniveling breaths out of parted lips.

“Please-” Your voice could hardly be considered a whisper, more a squeak lost to the wind.

Titan’s fingers curl around your chin, digging his nails into your sore jaw and forcing you to look at him.

When you close your eyes to try and pretend he’s not there - pretend this isn’t happening, pretend he doesn’t haven’t you restrained in a straddle on the forest floor and is about to do unspeakable things to you - he gives your head a rattle, shaking you until you open your eyes to be met with a blurry world and Titan’s wicked smile.

“It’s too bad, Funny Girl.”

He leans in close to you, your wrists crying under his body weight. His eyes widen on a flare before narrowing - his voice has adopted a soothing tone, but his words are nothing less than gut-wrenching.

“You can be the smartest girl in the world, but it’s nothing compared to strength.”

By the end of his sentence, his cheeks are dimpled into a sickening grin, razor sharp canines salivating over his next meal.

Your wrists are dancing under his hold, but his grip is ruthless. Your eyes are truly pathetic, your squeaky pleads adorned with sloped brows and tearful eyes.

“Titan - please, please don’t do this. Just kill me, please.”

He laughs, that sickenly sweet sardonic laugh that slices through you harder than a knife in the stomach.

“Oh no, Nine. We’re well past that.”

He practically sings the last sentence, drawing out syllables in teasing purrs.

“You like to play dirty.”

He’s unarmed, but his sneering tongue and brute restraint is worlds more threatening than a deadly weapon.

He leans in, inches from you, the heat of his breath on your face bringing your hairs to attention.

“So we’re going to play dirty, Funny Girl.”

He throws his head back in another wicked laugh. When he returns, he jerks your head to the side and buries his razor sharp canines into the sensitive flesh of your neck, drawing a harrowing cry from you. Titan’s tongue roughly laps up the fresh blood pouring from his punctures, laughing into the taste, his lips and breath violating your skin.

It’s getting harder to think, the instinctual panic of an animal has all of your limbs squirming in his hold, but it’s useless.

He’s right.

There is nothing that can compare to brute strength.

He will get his way.

Because he is bigger.

Because he is stronger.

THE OTHER TITAN DRABBLES YOU KNOW YOU WANT, FUNNY GIRL

KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU