#I Loathe Humanity

[all-things-cringe-worthy]

It’s always some POC advertising this shit.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops

[forbiddenseason]

More about Loser Baby but about the moment where Angel calls himself a “coked up dick sucking ho”

He calls himself that to demean himself. Many other characters (antagonists usually) use the same kinds of words to demean Angel and imply he isn’t worthwhile.

But Husk says “baby, that’s fine by me.”

And it makes Angel smile, it’s what really cheers him up.

The entire song is about having value as a person despite where you are in life.

[inbabylontheywept]

Want Better Things

“You thought that was a bioweapon?” 

The translator broke down for a second as the creature did a sort of broken exhale. Connotations were all that came through. Vague implications. Pity, the software flashed. Disgust. Anger.

A pause as it decided.  

Sadism. 

Valta was already backing away. The final decision didn’t change his behavior, it just made the hall feel far, far too short. 

“I didn’t order it deployed. I didn’t make it.” 

The thing was staring at him, and he couldn’t look away. The two eyes moved in such perfect tandem that he didn’t think it was conscious. It only had binocular vision because it only needed binocular vision. Always the predator, never the prey. 

And now it was moving in on him. 

“Oh, but what if you had? Then I could tell you all the things that were wrong with it.” 

One of its hands - a sprawling, five fingered  spindly thing - traced carelessly along the station's walls. 

“No incubation period. Symptoms arrive within 40 minutes of exposure. No time to spread undetected. Minimum should be one week. Embarrassingly low.” 

The pressure the thing was putting on the wall increased, the gentle glide turning into a buzzing scratch. Humans were strong, but not strong enough to cut through metal like this. The suit had to be powered and clawed. 

“Spread through contact. Limited waterborne. No airborne. Intended mechanism of infection is viral load being put on hands from scratching, and then passed into the environment. Pathetically inefficient.” 

The translator was working, but the thing was overeunounciating each word. The meaning was being passed along by a clean, helpful voice in his suit, even as the sound was being passed on through the environmental speakers. And the sound was dreadful - clicks of ceramized bone jarring against each other, wet muscles modulating air into something sharp and rasping. 

“Mechanism of death? Lysis overload. Could be dangerous if it was transmitted into the lungs, but since the initial load tends to be dermal all we wind up with-”

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off it took its helmet off it took its helmet off in a biozone it - 

It looked a little pink, actually. A little scratchy. It lifted a delicate, taloned hand and rubbed its face against it for a moment before finishing. 

“-is a rash.”

Valta’s prey drive had glued him to the spot. It was too close. The stupid, stupid part of his brain that still thought he was grazing on Duranga hoped that if he stood still long enough, it might not notice him. 

The human paused a moment before continuing. 

“Do you know why they sent me? Alphonse Ericsen, PhD, MD, civilian doctor, here to speak with you?”

Valta’s snout twitched. The suit translated the gesture for him. 

“No.” 

“Because one of our grunts is a dumb fuck,” the human said simply. “And he spent two days fighting on your station with his helmet off. He got infected that way and brought back your stupid, itchy plague to our carrier ship, and now we’ve all spent the last 8 hours scratching ourselves raw. But the jokes on you, because when we were treating that guy you know what we found? That he was in the asymptomatic phase of a COVID infection. So if this-”

It gestured to its pink face with a snarl. 

“-is your idea of a bioweapon, then COVID is going to be your apocalypse. But if you work with me, and shut everything the fuck down for the next three or four months, I might be able to save most of you.” 

Valta unstuck at that. He’d spent weeks down here, worrying about nothing more than the next skirmish. Now he was looking at a genuine existential threat. 

“...What? Why would you help us? We wanted you to die. All of you. I wanted-”

The human cut him off with an exasperated wave of his hand. 

“You wanted something stupid. Doesn’t mean I have to join you. Best I can do to fix you is keep you alive and hope that you feel ashamed later. That, I genuinely look forward to. Now come on, you’re going to be the one explaining to all your friends what’s at stake here. My bedside manner is so bad that they limited my patients to virology slides and USMC marines. I think that’s actually one rung below the guys that just dissect cadavers.” 

Valta would’ve made an amused hum at that, but something already felt scratchy inside his throat. 

[the-woman-upstairs]

When you’re a hot mean girl whose current partner can’t get over their ex and you come up with a batshit insane plan to manipulate everyone so you’ll finally get everything you want which definitely doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass at all:

[chaoticace2005]

The angst potential of if Winners don’t remember those who didn’t go to Hell…

Imagine Angel finding Molly. Finding his twin. Finding his other half. Finding the person he regrets hurting more than anyone else. One of the main reasons he’s even trying to get into Heaven.

Imagine him finding her and she just looks at him blankly.

“Oh, hi, what did ya say your name was?”

“Uh, Ang— Anthony. Molly, it’s me.”

“Who??? I’m real sorry have we met? I don’t rememba an ‘Anthony.’”

The idea that she completely forgot about him. The idea that for her to truly be “happy”, for her to truly be in Heaven, she needed to erase “Anthony” from her mind. The idea that everyone in his life was right, as he was just a mistake. The fuck up. The twin that weighed his better half down. That the one person who always told him that wasn’t true doesn’t fucking remember him so maybe that was a mistake too?

“Oh… yeah. Sorry, I.., thoughtcha was someone else.”

Imagine him pushing himself away from everyone again, because maybe they’re better off without him too. Imagine him relapsing because if nobody wants him to be here he certainly doesn’t either.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Again the sickness speaking but here's something that has been going through my mind since forever:

I feel like a good way to mitigate a lot of discontent with the doa arc ending and in general the whole Dazai-being-flawless issue bsd has going on is by comparing bsd to Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. Please bear with me for two minutes.

When Sherlock Holmes was being published, people were intrigued and enamoured by Holmes' brilliant and charming, crimes-solving figure. People read the stories for the pure joy of being left gaping at his superhuman wits again and again; they didn't want to see him fail, they wanted to be shocked and amazed by his genius. When Holmes died and then came back, nobody lamented it being unrealistic, because realism was not what people were reading the books for! They were reading to be impressed, to cheer for the hero and then take satisfaction in seeing him turn out victorious. That's the author-reader deal that was made there: to impress and to enjoy being impressed.

As of recently I feel like we've been asking from bsd something it never promised us in the first place. Maybe it's just not that kind of series! Maybe it's more about surprising the reader with how the hero is going to make it and less about highlighting his flaws and insecurities. And like, that's okay! That's why Dazai getting away with it isn't it him getting away with it “again”, it's just how bsd is; in a way, it's what makes bsd bsd.

I think it really clicked with me like it never did before when I watched the last episode of season 5; because the arc ending felt so shocking and unpredictable, very deus-ex-machina trope, a little underwhelming in its lowering the stakes that were there the whole time, and yet so extremely on brand with bsd, I didn't even have it in me to be disappointed. It was so similar to the Guild's arc ending and even more to the Cannibalism arc ending, and maybe it really is just a pattern, maybe it really is what bsd aspires to be, and that's okay too.

Also, I can't stretch this enough: if it's not your cup of tea, that's fine. I can't say it's mine either. But I feel like criticizing bsd now for how it's always been falls quite short, because it really feels like demanding from it what it never promised to deliver in the first place. That's just as far as my current perception of the series goes, though, so feel free to disagree with me on this.

[solradguy]

I thought the early 2000s "strong yet naked/mostly naked woman kept in her place by stronger, bigger, beast/monster or gang of racist caricatures" trope* was known by basically everyone but I mentioned it as a criticism of this older art book I'd flipped through recently to a friend and it turns out it isn't lol Maybe I've just read too many Heavy Metal issues... It used to be HORRIBLY inescapable in any sort of mature art scene back in the day lmao

*This trope is different from the pre-2000s one because the women usually look like they COULD fight back for at least a little bit whereas the previous trope had them be completely helpless damsels in distress

[frostybearpaws]

ALSO

Cooper and Barb!!!!!!

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love a tragic doomed romance, we know from the beginning that she divorced him because the dad at the party mentioned alimony for why he’s performing at kid’s birthday parties

and then we ACTUALLY meet her their interactions are so sweet but also there’s a sense of foreboding because she of the look she makes when presenting the idea of him being the face of vault-tec and

gaaaaaaaaaah

I believe that she wanted to do what was best for her family, so much so that she was willing to end the world if it meant getting into a good vault

I don’t think Barb is an evil person. I think she was a scared person. It seemed like the end of the world was right at their doorstep, she already experienced first hand the worry of someone she loves going off to fight in the sino-american war.

then she got into a company that was offering a solution and it seemed like a wonderful thing she could invest in. So she rose through the ranks to secure a future for her family in a time when the future was so ambiguous and terrifying.

by the time Vault-Tec was in full swing she was in a high position, she drank the cool aid and her main focus was on protecting her family, no matter what.

I think in a desperate effort to protect her family from annihilation, she became the very driving force that destroyed the world.

there’s so much beauty in that, burning the world for the people you love.

anyway that’s me ranting about Barb because we love a gaslight girlboss <3

[cloudysarts]

wow look at these 2 random human men. i wonder if this moment will be paralleled in their afterlives

~i dont support vivziepop or her shows + this art/redesign is from my rewrite~

[geospiral]

Did you ever have that one person in your life when you were younger that was so unabashedly kind that even though you personally weren’t good at interacting with others or had a hard time understanding other people, that person never treated you any differently from the rest of the people around you? When you were mentally struggling, did thinking about how effortlessly nice and welcoming that person was make you feel better and even give you some hope for the world if it was able to make something—someone—this good? And maybe that person was actually your friend or someone that you wanted to consider your friend, but the point is that they were kind, and you were kind in turn for the moments you had with them, and that's all that matters.

Anyway, I wasn’t really sure how to get the feeling across any other way, but this is why understanding Sua, Till, and Ivan’s fondness toward Mizi is so easy to me personally; even if how they feel towards her doesn’t perfectly align with the feelings I had towards my person, I get why they care for her so much. Mizi’s a light in the dark.

[beesinspades]

something something ace people often being told they're not human for not experiencing sexual attraction and/or not wanting sex, something something vash seeing his sex-averse asexuality as yet another thing that makes him even more different from humans than he already is because of it

[uncanny-tranny]

People are endlessly charming when you actually get to know and appreciate them. Like, people are just wandering about and they have favourite colours that make them so happy, and some people will specifically look for products or food or knickknacks in their favourite colour and so many people wear that colour and feel instantly more confident??? 😭😭😭

There are so many tiny details that I think when you learn to notice them, it makes each person so beautiful and charming and enchanting just because they exist

[teakoodrawz]

" I'm a Psycho, loving it~ "

[clonerightsagenda]

Miranda: I'm going to get a good grade in being Miranda, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve

[avianreptiles]

I have way too much respect for artists to ever bash someone's art/artstyle