#COME ON GUYS

[fidelishaereticus]

so, old news obvious news blah blah, but i keep seeing people not getting this about my girl gideon nav so have to say: i think at first blush, people get the impression that Harrow’s got all the convolutions and layers and hidden vulnerability whereas gideon wears her heart on her sleeve and is just brazenly herself (a loveable rowdy himbo) & that’s the contrast. and yes, that’s there, but that’s not all. that dynamic itself is a part of their mutual (codependent) front, and like everything else in this book, it gets peeled back. 

i think the real contrast is that they’ve both got masks, and those masks are complimentary. they’re both kids who never got a childhood. they grew up tortured in the same place from very different angles with no one but each other to butt heads against. they both had to play-act grown up versions of themselves with few models for what a well-adjusted adult even looked like. so it’s cartoonish. gideon is the plucky hero of her own adventure story that will totally have a happy ending some day, far far away from her nemesis whom she’s totally not in love with. harrow meanwhile (to grossly oversimplify) has to imagine herself as someone cruel and cold enough to cope with being alive at the price of 200 other people. these two things fit very well together. gideon can play the hero to harrow’s villain, and harrow can enact cruelty toward gideon to make herself feel strong and mean (and generally just to vent anguish). the way they hate one another is a kind of mutual protection - it re-enforces the self-image that each of them needs to get through the day. but that’s the coping mechanism. harrow the ruthless bones overlord. gideon the hapless swords idiot, who thinks of nothing but tiddies & sweet sweet vengence (harrow’s corpse in various states of disgrace ) all day. and behind that they’re both tearing apart at the seems beneath caricatures of themselves that are deeply unsustainable and neither of them feels safe letting on the extent to which that’s the case. their hearts are a goddamned mess. neither of them is wearing that shit on their sleeve.   so yeah, there’s a lot more to gideon than being a swords himbo but that’s not the wild thing. the wild thing is she’s so convincing that she somehow manages to sell people on her no braincells act while being the pov character of entire first novel.

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[mod2amaryllis]

ok all the "what did she do" anons are really funny but it's depressing to think so many people need a callout post to know what's so bad about the queen of fucking england

[despazito]

INCREDIBLY fucked up this isn’t a cat bed you can buy

[siren-serenity]

lucky to have you

characters: portgas d ace, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - GOOD LORD ACE!!!! when i first saw him in the anime, i may or may not have gave my brother second hand embarassment bc i literally pointed to him and said 'he's so hot wth' - HOLY SHIT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM???? PORTGAS D ACE *drools violently* - who on earth decided he should be able to walk around half naked DESERVES A HUG AND A MILLION DOLLARS - honorary tag for my wifey @officialdaydreamer00 - feedback is appreciated!

It's loud as usual. He could hear Whitebeard's signature booming laughter and Marco making rounds in the hallways of the commander rooms, barking out a harsh 'get up!'. Ace lets out a tiny whimper, pulling the covers over his head before letting out grunts when the blankets wouldn't move.

"Come on...come on," He grumbled before snapping his eyes open in irritation. He sat up and his red beads thumped on his naked collarbone. His chest was slightly sweaty and in the corner of his mind, he registered a sweatdrop carving it's way down his abs. But there was a pressing matter now - who stole his beloved blankets?

"The hell?"

His glaring gaze quickly turned into a loving one when he saw your figure sleeping peacefully on the blankets he was struggling with the entire time. You shivered before snuggling to the closest source of warmth, which just so happened to Ace.

Thump! Thump!

His heartbeat was beating irregular; maybe he should go visit Marco to double-check? Or perhaps it was the way you looked so endearing and sweet as you smiled in your sleep. The way you smiled provoked Ace to use a finger and slowly caress your cheek in smooth, gentle motions. He let out a tiny laugh when you furrowed your eyebrows while sleeping. An arm circled around your waist to pull you closer and he buried his face in the crook of your collarbone. Your scent was divine and it calmed any anxiety or worries flooding Ace's mind immediately.

He was so lucky to have you. He didn't deserve somebody like you. Ace was the devil child, fated to live a life of misery because of his parentage but...he had you. You were a blessing, a ray of light and hope in his life.

"I love you," He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Thank you."

He meant it. With every fiber in his being.

[ao3-crack]

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[thesunfyre4446]

i'm sorry, but the smallfolk & most of the houses didn't give a fuck about who sits on the throne.

"It's always the innocents who suffer when you high lords play your game of thrones."

the lords play their game of throne. the people suffer.

you happen to be in KL? swear to aegon or die. you're at dragonstone? swear to rhaenyra or die. daemon's "join us or your house burns" line sums it up perfectly. people didn't declare for the side that "they truly believed in", they either had a deal (like a marriage pact) or were threatened.

the only people who DO care about who's on the throne are:

the targs

the velaryon and hightowers because of personal interests

lords who made deals with with TG\TB = also personal interests

[k-martins]

After I had that idea of the rabbits escaping from Megumi's shadows when he's sick, just like Elsa in that Frozen short, I can only imagine Mahoraga as this guy here.

Come on. The idea of that crazy monster holding the bunnies with all the delicacy in the world is cute.

Like that

See?

(original artist is @396)

[oxygenpdf]

Someone remind Charles and Max that this is TESTING, or did they really miss each other that much? 💀

[jackie4dinner]

Fuck your Andrew Garfield fancast, this is Remus lupin (literally):

[weird-an]

Of course Prince Harrington is just another brat. Brought up spoiled rotten and without ever touching the dirt and blood the real world outside of palaces and lush gardens has to offer.

"I don't know why my father thinks you have to protect me," he bitches. "And can we call it a fucking day? It's already pretty dark and we'll reach Hawkins tomorrow."

Billy rolls his eyes. As if the Prince is able to fight what lurks behind the trees. He has probably never seen a spider monster or Demodog. Billy has the scars to prove that reality hurts.

It's not his usual work. Escorting royalty.

Billy is a mercenary. A sword you can buy, a tool to use if you've got enough coin. He knows most people hate him or are scared of him, most people think of him as scum except when they need him.

But apparently a lot of the Kingsguard were killed by the Demogorgon. Desperate times, even for rich people, but at least the pay is good.

"C'mon, it's time for dinner," Harrington says again. It's a luxury to have regular meals, but he doesn't know that. For him it's normal.

Camaro neighs as if to agree. What a traitor.

Billy wishes he'd already have enough coin to leave for California, to finally see the ocean again. But no, he's still stuck in Indiana doing whatever contract he can find, after Neil fucked him over and took most of his money.

Camaro stops at a clearing. Billy hears water running nearby. He sighs. If his horse agrees with the Prince, it's probably time to stop.

He slips Camaro half of the carrot, the last piece of food he has on himself. He's getting paid once they arrive in Hawkins. Times are tough, so Camaro and him eat the same shit. Doesn't matter as long as he gets to leave some day.

He starts to make a fire. Doesn't want Harrington to moan about getting cold next.

When the flames begin to shine bright and orange, eating their way through the wood, the darkness of the night is already surrounding them.

Harrington points at the log of wood he's sitting on.

Billy chews on the carrot and stares at the Prince.

"Do you want some cheese?" Harrington asks. He digs through his bag, pulling out different cheeses, a loaf of bread and a few dried meats.

The few noblemen Billy escorted in the past never asked. Never shared. Didn't even talk to him, if it wasn't necessary.

Billy raises a brow. Maybe this is a joke? Like when he was little and Neil showed him his dinner and fed it to the pigs instead to Billy.

"It's r'ly g'd," Harrington says, cheeks already stuffed full. He holds out a piece of bread.

Billy's stomach growls. Fuck it. He takes the bread and sits down next to Harrington. He's wearing expensive fabrics underneath his masterfully crafted coat. Billy's own armor is covered in scratches and dents.

He groans. The bread is delicious. Harrington shares everything with him. The cheese is strong, melting on his tongue. He hasn't realized how hungry he had been.

"Thanks," he mumbles.

"I don't know how you do it," Harrington says. "The whole day on horseback. My ass is so sore! What about yours?"

Billy fights back a laugh. The last time his ass hurt was after a visit to Heather's brothel. She knows his preferences and stayed silent, sending her hottest men to his room whenever he's in town.

"You get used to it." It's not really a lie. The riding Billy got used to. The loneliness? Not really. He's glad he's got Camaro. Better a horse as a friend than none.

"A toast to your firm ass then." Harrington grins at him, eyes twinkling. He hands Billy a wineskin.

He's pretty, Billy thinks. Big brown eyes, fluffy hair. He wonders if it feels as soft as it looks. Probably, with the fancy soap he smells like.

"Cheers." He takes a sip from the wine. It's better not to think about it. This is just a job after all.

Harrington's knee bumps against his. He doesn't move away.

When they lay down on the bedrolls, Billy listens to the cackling fire and watches the stars shining bright above him.

"I'm cold," Harrington groans.

Billy knows he shouldn't. No fucking way the Prince is cold. His blanket must be way better material than Billy's.

"Come over then," he hears himself say.

Harrington doesn't hesitate. Suddenly warm arms are around Billy's chest. The Prince's breath ghosts over his ear.

Billy turns his face around. Harrington's lips are right there, soft and hot against his own.

Maybe it's not the worst job he has ever taken.

[specialagentartemis]

not a fan of how tumblr thinks empathy is a bad word and is also dead set on redefining to be so narrow as to be useless.

“Empathy is reflexive and instinctual and cannot be learned! It is AUTOMATICALLY feeling the same feelings as other people!” That’s… not it. That’s not what most people in the world mean by “empathy.”

Empathy is putting yourself in the mindset of other people to understand their situation so you can understand personally how they are feeling. It is ABSOLUTELY something that can be learned, it’s not reflexive mind-reading. It absolutely involves thinking about and recognizing how other people are feeling by thinking about how you would feel in their situation. It is a skill you can develop and a useful one. It’s not the be-all end-all of being a good person, but “putting yourself in another person’s shoes” is something we teach children for a reason: it’s a way of using emotional logic to arrive at sympathetic and compassionate action. It’s the core of the Golden Rule: “treat others as you would want to be treated.” That’s empathy!

Of course you can be a good person without ever imagining the thoughts and feelings of other people and other perspectives, but, like, it helps.

And honestly? Tumblr culture is highly resistant to empathy, because it frames empathy as this mind-reading auto-agreeing. So trying to understand where anti-vaxxers and anti-choicers and conservatives are coming from is identical to agreeing with them. The Enemy is an unknowable, logicless monster who does bad things because they love being evil. Any attempt to use empathy to understand why they believe those things is Bad and Wrong. Because empathy is mind-reading magic that means you feel the exact same way as someone else.

Really, really wish we could knock this off.

[shepscapades]

PATHETIC IS MORE OF A TUMBLR SEXYMAN TRAIT THAN GIRLBOSS

PATHETIC IS MORE OF A TUMBLR SEXYMAN TRAIT THAN GIRLBOSS

DRAWING A WET PAPER BAG OF A MAN AS THE SEXY BADA$$ COWBOY THAT HE IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT is the definition of tumblr sexyman and that’s literally all we do here. VOTE JIMMY.

[tobisiksi]

the disastrous life of saiki k its only a comedy anime because we see everything from kusuo's pov and the things that's happens in the episode are just a normal day for him so he sees everything like normal and even comedic

I just KNOW that if it was from someone else's pov the anime would turn into psychological horror

[ao3-crack]

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[vroomvroomwee]

[rochenn]

not enough ppl talking about the time obi-wan did THIS. unforgettable performance if you ask me