#because it should be more of a thing

[tonguetiedraven]

I had a funny little fic idea and I'm not sure if you'd be up for it, but. I had the idea that Rin keeps like hitting on Ryuuji and trying to get him into bed and Ryuuji keeps missing the hints of his boyfriend trying to seduce him until he has an "oh o:" movement and realizes what Rin had been doing. Nsfw if you want but mainly just a flirty Rin fic

Double prompt fill with help from @marble-wolf! I'm posting the first T rated half up here, and I'll put the link for the second half of the story under it <3

Ryuuji could feel the tension in his shoulders as he read through the report Lewin had sent him. He had one hand holding the ketchup stained report open —because even the new copies Lewin sent him were always stained (and ketchup was preferable because it was at least identifiable) —and the other holding a duster as he attempted to get the small apartment at least somewhat clean. He was fighting a losing battle against demon fur, but it was a battle he couldn’t stop fighting. 

He only had twenty minutes to read and memorize the report before he had to be on a call with Lewin and Osceola, and with the way those two argued, it was likely to be an hours long call, and he was hoping he could go over the Myodha’s financial papers while he attended it. He’d have to make sure he had the other notes on this report close, because Myōō knew Lewin wasn’t going to remember any details, and then he’d have to run to the office and pick up Sato’s intel and drop off the books for Yaouzou, and hopefully make it back before dinner went cold or his fiance —

Ryuuji paused for a moment, letting a bit of dark fur fall (Kuro or Rin? It was dry so it wasn’t the sunekosuri) from his duster as a sappy smile lifted his lips.

Fiance. He was going to marry Rin.

The smile dropped a little. He was going to marry Rin tremendously soon, and everything was nowhere near to ready for that. He still had to finish this assignment, get the research for the Akaei (how did a fish the size of an island manage to hide so easily?) and somehow get the Myodha in a financial spot to last a few months without him actively intervening. (He adored his people, but they could not budget to save their lives.)

That wasn’t even touching on the wedding itself, and now he was dusting a bit frantically, sending dust and dirt and fur to the ground  as he looked back at the report. There was too much to do and nowhere near enough time. The slight throbbing in his head and the ache in his shoulders and neck were just going to have to wait. 

Rin wasn't quiet about his entrance to their little sitting room. His socked feet slipped across the floor, his eyes set on his fiance. He wanted and Ryuuji was standing there looking stressed and worried and Rin would serve as a distraction to whatever was causing it. 

He slipped behind Ryuuji and his tail embraced Ryuuji around the belly and his hands came up to rub at Ryuuji's shoulders. Rin peeked over Ryuuji's shoulder. 

"Hi! What are you stressing about?" Rin asked.  

Ryuuji hummed a bit absently, flipping the page and grimacing at the smear of something dark. He was going to get Lewin veggie burgers next time he was sent for food as payback. 

“What was that, babe?” He asked, shifting to accommodate Rin’s weight and turning his head to brush a kiss to Rin’s cheek, hitting his ear instead and not even noticing as he hurriedly read the report.

(He might be crazy, but they’d already known all this. Had Lewin not even bothered to read this thing? Figured. Lazy slob.)

Rin flicked his tail at the corner of the paper and took the duster away to set aside. 

"I can feel your stress on the other side of the apartment. How about a break?" Rin suggested.   

Ryuuji watched the duster go away with a bit of despair. So much of the apartment was still dusty. (It wasn’t, he just noticed every piece of dust when he was stressed. Not that he was stressed.)

“I can take a break later. Got some more stuff to do.” He settled his hand on Rin’s tail as it wrapped back around his stomach and gave it a few pets, not minding as much as he should that it left a bit of black fur on his shirt. 

Rin huffed and shook his head, kissing Ryuuji's shoulder. "You're so tense though. Wouldn't a warm shower or some exercise be nice?" 

He would take what he could get. If that was a quickie in the shower then so be it. (Though he was dying for more than that. It had been ages . Weeks at least and the need was getting worse.)  

Ryuuji sighed a bit. A shower sounded fantastic, but Rin brought up another thought for him. He could go on a run to the office and take the call there while he did everything he needed to, then run back instead of taking the bus. He could get a light work out that way and it would fit without messing up. It might even get him home in time for dinner without being late.

“That’s perfect,” Ryuuji decided, giving his head a decisive nod. He turned around in Rin’s arms, giving him a hard kiss and squeezing his hips a little before tossing the report onto the end table and darting to the bedroom to pull on his running gear.

Rin perked up, tail lifting to wag and he hurried after Ryuuji. He didn't know what sounded perfect but the hip squeeze made Rin hopeful. 

Entering their bedroom, he found Ryuuji shedding his clothes… and pulling on his running clothes. 

For fuck's sake. Ryuuji had taken the exercise in a literal sense.

"Ryuuji? Where are you going?" Rin whined, not feeling guilty for it.  

Ryuuji tugged his shirt on and gave Rin a broad smile. “I’m gonna run to the office. I’ll be able to do the call there and get my workout that way.” 

He shoved his feet in his shoes and snatched up his keys and wallet before moving back to Rin. He cupped his fiance’s cheek (and there was the sappy smile again) and gave him a soft kiss before moving towards the door. “I’ll be back in a bit! Love ya!” 

And then he was running out the door and towards the office. He’d print himself another copy of that report once he got there.

Rin sighed, scowling at the shut door. He would just have to try harder. 

-- -- -- -- --

Rin couldn't help but wonder if Ryuuji caught on and was just being cruel now. Because fuck … why was Ryuuji having him be his spotter right now? Why was Ryuuji shirtless? 

It was hot both figuratively and literally and Ryuuji's skin was tempting him to run his hands over the smooth, muscled skin. 

Rin swallowed and tried to not blatantly stare but he felt it wasn't his fault. It was 100% Ryuuji. 

"You about done, babe? We can go get something for dinner after. Get a shower and some time to relax… together?" Rin suggested, unable to tear his eyes away from Ryuuji's arms and stomach and chest.  

“Just gotta finish this set,” Ryuuji panted, shaking his sweat damp hair out of his eyes and glancing up at Rin. His fiance (he still couldn’t stop the sappy smile) had that focused expression in his eyes that always sent a thrill through Ryuuji, and he used that to push through. 

He was, in truth, far too tired to be doing this. He hadn’t been able to sleep much thanks to stress, and work had kept him rising much too early. (Even for him.)

Oh. He couldn’t relax yet. He had to stop by the temple and get the paperwork from his father and Yaouzou. 

Paperwork for the wedding, and he still didn’t have enough to buy the specific beads he needed for Rin and all the other wedding things, but damn it all, he was going to get Rin beads that wouldn’t hurt him at all and he didn’t care if he had to do over time for it. 

Ryuuji hefted the barbell up a final, frustrated time, and set it over the rest, taking a moment to get his breath back before hefting himself back up. 

Rin offered Ryuuji a water bottle and towel, waiting patiently for him to catch his breath before pressing for an answer. 

Ryuuji took the offered items with a murmured, “Thanks, sunshine,” and downed the water, dabbing at his face and neck as he did. 

Finished with that, he tossed the towel towards the laundry basket (he still had a lot of that to do) and stood up, letting himself use Rin for support a bit more than he really needed to, simply because he wanted to touch him. 

“Go ahead and order something?” Ryuuji asked, swaying a little and rolling his neck. “I gotta shower and run to the temple real quick.”

Rin knew what he was signing up for by getting into a relationship, then being engaged to a man that was the Bocchan and the assistant to an Arch Knight and an exorcist. He knew Ryuuji would be busy but it still drew a noise of annoyance from him. 

But real quick was promising. "Okay. I'll be waiting." Rin said, pressing a kiss to Ryuuji's lips. "And don't forget to stretch and try not to overdo it?"  

“If I do, I got you to help me work out any kinks,” Ryuuji said, flirting a little as he moved to grab his shower supplies and hopefully not fall asleep in there. Rin had had to rescue him from falling asleep in the bath more than once. (It wasn’t entirely his fault that he found it easy to fall asleep when he was all warm. Rin always wound around him at night so he associated comfortable warmth with sleep.)

He would be quick. He would manage it and get back for some couch cuddles. (Nirvana, that sounded so nice.)

"I can do that. Happily." Rin said, helping Ryuuji toward the showers. He wanted to join him. So bad. He wanted to work out one particular kink but he wanted hours . (He was desperate enough to be past being partially satisfied by a quickie.)  

Ryuuji got himself in the shower, singing a bit as he thought of the quickly approaching wedding and all that was planned for it (trying not to think about all they still had to do) and got out as quickly as he could, still feeling a bit wobbly and as he got dressed. He came out with his hair still damp and in his eyes and yawned a bit as he gathered his wallet and keys before bending down to give Rin a kiss. 

“See ya in a bit?”

Rin brushed back Ryuuji's hair, and let his hands trail down Ryuuji's throat and chest. 

"Yeah, I love you. There will be food!" Rin said, ignoring the sneaky tail that was wrapping around Ryuuji.  

“Mmm,” Ryuuji hummed against Rin’s lips, giving him another kiss, “food and you? Perfect.” He straightened up, gave Rin’s tail a pet and freed himself from its grip before going out the door for the temple. 

Rin watched him go before returning to the apartment. He ordered their dinner, fed Kuro and Rin found himself with only mission reports to do. He avoided those by doing a quick clean around the apartment, the food arrived and—

His phone buzzed from where Kuro was laying and Rin moved to pick it up.  

[Torako: Your fiance fell asleep in the temple. Tatsuma has moved him to his old room. You’re welcome to join him for the evening or I can send him home?]

Rin sighed. He had known Ryuuji was tired… 

[Rin: thank you for telling me. I'll come there. Let him sleep.] 

At least Ryuuji was taking a break to sleep.  

-- -- -- -- --

It was always the longest damn chants that had dances to go with them. Ryuuji was tempted to do some research on the correlation, but he really didn’t have the time. (At least right now.) 

“Subhūtirāha-evametadbhagavan, evametat sugata.” It was his third run through of this chant that he now knew by heart at this point. It would be tiring on its own, but it wasn’t on its own. There was a complicated dance to go with it, and Ryuuji was having to draw out the trapping and exorcising magic circle with his own body in the intricate dance. 

Thankfully he had his fiance (and fight or not, nothing could stop his smile at that word) with him so it was okay for him to blink and look at the ground on occasion while they fought the enormous mekurabe and the hundreds of skulls that made it up. 

The twists and turns and pirouettes were one after another, and there was a flip coming up he wasn’t looking forward to. 

“Trade!” He called out as he finished the third round of the chant and moved onto the fourth. He blinked his dry eyes and took a deep breath for the triple flip. 

Rin forced his eyes away from Ryuuji, staring back at the demon with a pout. The damn demon was interrupting his ogling. Rin was weak to Ryuuji dancing and now he got to stare at this ugly demon rather than Ryuuji's body moving so effortlessly sexy. 

It was, on the bright side, easy to stare and glare at the same time and he allowed a snarl to leave him. He was also fighting the skeletal bodies that lumbered around and was honestly more of a tripping hazard with how the dry bones caught fire. But temporarily, he got to stare at this demon. 

Rin growled before speaking, lifting his tail in a teasing wiggle, "babe, you're going to have to dance for me. I'm getting jealous."  

Ryuuji completed the triple backflip, landing next to Rin and letting his hand slide up Rin's arm to his shoulder with a pronounced wink as he kept the chant up and turned back to face the demon and take over the staring contest so Rin could turn the skeletal bodies into kindling. 

He liked dancing with Rin. (And showing off for Rin.) 

A few more steps had his footsteps starting to glow, and his hands were leaving behind a faint golden shimmer, which meant he was actually getting close to activating this damn circle.

That wasn't fair. Ryuuji was glowing and Rin got smacked by a flailing femur or something with his distraction. He batted it away and distantly watched the skeleton go down before watching Ryuuji more. 

It was making his body want and… 

"Fuck. You're so hot, tease." Rin growled. He was so pent up. 

“Tease?” Ryuuji asked, finishing another round of the endless chant and gearing up for the final round. He was entirely glowing now and this was probably his favorite part. It was entirely too much fun to dance while he left golden light behind. He should try this with Rin at some point and he could be the one glowing while they danced.

“And you’re the one on fire, hottie.” He did a spin and another flip that had him next to Rin, caught him by the waist, pulled him into the next spin while he stole a quick kiss, and moved back to finish the chant. (And hopefully finish the pile of skulls.)

"Tease!"  Rin squawked, breathless from the kiss and the fight. 

Ryuuji looked like he was a star, radiating a vibrant light that had the skeletons shying away but attracting Rin like a moth to flame(ironically.) 

"Just cause I'm the one on fire doesn't mean you're not making me crazy." Literally. Rin needed.  

Ryuuji moved through the final verses, putting in a few more flourishes than necessary and probably  being a bit risky as he took a few more chances to shoot Rin a smile or long look. He was just having fun, and it seemed like forever since he’d really gotten to just flirt (shamelessly) with his fiance. (A slightly less sappy smile and slightly more giddy smile this time.)

The last moves required him to do a series of chaînés around the length of the circle. He executed them lightning fast, remembering too many classes that had felt tremendously stupid but had more than paid off, and finished with a flourish as the circle (and Ryuuji) erupted with golden light. He finished the chant, stepping back into the center and tugging Rin with him, pulling his fiance flush against his side as he completed the last hand signal and directed the golden light at the demon, not even caring that he was absolutely showing off at this point, because Rin was worth showing off for. 

The exorcism complete, the golden light consumed the skulls, and Ryuuji squeezed Rin into a quick hug before moving to let go and bless the ground the skulls had come from. 

Rin watched the display, as amazed as he always had been but also thoroughly distracted by Ryuuji. Ryuuji glowing and his body.  The sharpness that was brought to his features with the glow. His eyes and earrings reflecting the light and making Rin yearn to touch him. 

Rin growled as Ryuuji moved away and Rin doused his flames, crossing his arms. 

"So… what now?" Rin managed, valiantly attempting to ignore the want that was thundering through him.  

“Pick up some food on the way home?” Ryuuji suggested, finishing the blessing and turning back to Rin as he did a few stretches. He hadn’t danced like that in a while. He might be a little stiff later. 

Rin's heart thumped with excitement and he nodded over eagerly. Ryuuji finally wanted to. 

"Yeah!" Rin was going to take Ryuuji home and he wouldn't let anything interrupt them.  

Ryuuji snagged Rin’s hand in his own and placed a pickup order on his phone as he led them away from the exorcism site. He ordered yakisoba with the slight hope that his fiance would make yakisoba buns with the extra and chatted cheerfully about the exorcism and then the wedding, and if Rin really was okay with lotus flowers being part of the ceremony, and it seemed almost no time before they were jogging up the steps to their apartment, meal in hand. 

Rin seemed to inhale their dinner, and then stared as Ryuuji ate, and it made him feel like he was missing something, but he couldn’t think of anything, and the kiss he got as he stood up to put the dishes away was enough to have his knees feeling a little weak. 

Knee weakening kiss or not, Ryuuji put the dishes away, warm and happy and promptly stopped as he saw the pile of Lewin’s laundry by the washer, molding and covered in growing coal tars.

No. Not in his home. He was not getting a coal tar infestation somewhere he lived. It shouldn’t take too long…

With a glance at the sitting room where Rin was, Ryuuji moved to do Lewin’s laundry so it wouldn’t infect his home and he wouldn’t have to deal with Lewin’s stinky ass any longer.  

Rin's head snapped up at the sound of the washing machine door opening and Rin's mouth dropped open. 

No way. Did Ryuuji really get distracted by laundry?  

Rin stood and hurried into the doorway and, yup, Ryuuji was doing laundry. 

"What do you think you're doing?" Rin's tone was exasperated and just come on, Ryuuji.  

Ryuuji felt his eyes go a little wide. “I, uh…” Why did he feel like he’d gotten caught doing something naughty? It was laundry. 

“Lightning’s shit was starting to get coal tars,” he explained, frowning a bit in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d let it sit long enough to start creating coal tars.

Rin snapped his fingers at Ryuuji in the universal "hurry up" sign. "Okay, so, stick it in the wash and come on."  

Rin was out of patience. He was already hard and he wasn't even sure when it happened and Ryuuji was messing with laundry.  

Ryuuji looked back at the laundry. “You can’t just stick it in. I gotta  cleanse it all first or it’ll get in our stuff too. Plus I gotta make sure he hasn’t got anything in his pockets and separate the fabrics—he wears a lotta wool and you can’t —”

"No."  Rin had crossed the small distance between them, sending out a wall of flames to swallow up what coal tars that had appeared. 

Rin grabbed Ryuuji up, tossed him over his shoulder and turned away from the laundry. 

"No. I'm not waiting any longer."  

. . .

[akkpipitphattana]

the amount of ways we have to qualify the geoncide in gaza in order to get people to care is actually sickening to me. “it’s a feminist issue!” “it’s a disabilities issue!” “it’s an environmental issue!” like i’m sorry but even if this was happening solely to able bodied men and was causing no harm to the environment, it would still be wrong because it’s a genocide and these people are being bombed and killed and starved every fucking day. you shouldn’t need an extra label to give you a reason to care about people that are dying.

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[beanghostprincess]

Petition to give Usopp a gun. Not because of anything plot-related, I just think he looks extremely hot.

[egophiliac]

Wait, the tsun event has a whole bit dedicated to Malleus bragging about what kitchen appliances he knows how to use? Twst EN just got the milk culinary crucible, which means at the same time Malleus is showing off, the entirety of the EN players are learning Leona doesn't know how to use a microwave. The timing really just makes it feel like Malleus is flexing on Leona XD

it's in Mal's card story rather than in the event proper, but yep! after teaching his tsum proper microwave usage, he takes it on a tour and very proudly shows off his extensive knowledge of household appliances. (except when he thinks his tsum fell into the washing machine and doesn't know how to unlock the lid, so he just. explodes it instead. hashtag just diasomnia things. 🤷)

I do think he and Leona should get into a fight about who has done a better job of learning how to use kitchen tools! Leona has the advantage of having grown up in the modern world, but Malleus has the motivation to actually do literally anything. who will win

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[sanshinexx]

In a world where Fives survived

[More incorrect quotes and fanart here]

[adobe-outdesign]

great gift ideas for the Neopets 1% getting mad over people being able to actually enjoy UCs now

[thottybrucewayne]

I think what I want to get into with the "Anyone can do harm." thing that I keep beating yall over the head with is that literally anyone, anyone at all can do harm it's not "in your DNA" to be an abuser or written in the stars that you'll be a predator. Whatever image you have of an abuser in your head, drop it and replace it with your favorite person in the world and you'll probably be closer to the truth than you realize. It's easy to address harm when it's coming from someone you already hate. I see it happen all the time. Someone you couldn't stand for no real reason does something heinous then all of a sudden here comes the avalanche of "I always knew they were a fucked up individual." No, you didn't. There is no possible way you could have known, you just already didn't fuck with them before they started doing something you could use to justify your hatred of them. I'm guilty of it too! I'm petty, mean, vindictive, and yes! I'm way quicker to believe something bad about someone I hate versus someone I love because I'm human. Still, y all gotta learn to move past that initial "Well, they were always nice to me!" gut feeling and understand that nobody truly knows anyone and anyone can be capable of anything. Even victims. Even you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Do you like sci-fi and indie animation? Check out Monkey Wrench!

[gummi-ships]

[somecunttookmyurl]

i'm not reblogging the whole post again but @zorilleerrant you are so real for this

[gothra]

I’ll never forget when I was arguing with a person in favor of total prison abolition and I asked them “what about violent offenders?” And they said “Well, in a world where prisons have been abolished, we’ll have leveled the playing field and everyone will have their basic needs met, and crime won’t be as much of an issue.” And then I was like “okay. But…no. Because rich people also rape and murder, so it isn’t just a poor person thing. So what will we do about that?” And I don’t think they answered me after that. I’m ashamed to say I continued to think that the problem was that I simply didn’t understand prison abolitionists enough and that their point was right in front of me, and it would click once I finally let myself understand it. It took me a long time to realize that if something is going to make sense, it needs to make sense. If you want to turn theory into Praxis (I’m using that word right don’t correct me I’ll vomit) everyone needs to be on board, which mean it all needs to click and it needs to click fast and fucking clear. You need to turn a complex idea into something both digestible and flexible enough to be expanded upon. Every time I ask a prison abolitionist what they actually intend to do about violent crime, I get directed to a summer reading list and a BreadTuber. It’s like a sleight-of-hand trick. Where’s the answer to my question. There it is. No wait, there it is. It’s under this cup. No it isn’t. “There’s theory that can explain this better than I can.” As if most theory isn’t just a collection of essays meant to be absorbed and discussed by academics, not the average skeptic. “Read this book.” And the book won’t even answer the question. The book tells you to go ask someone else. “Oh, watch this so-and-so, she totally explains it better than me.” Why can’t you explain it at all? Why did you even bring it up if you were going to point me to someone else to give me the basics that you should probably already know? Maybe I’m just one of those crazy people who thinks that some people need to be kept away from the public for everyone’s good. Maybe that just makes me insane. Maybe not believing that pervasive systemic misogyny could be solved with a UBI and a prayer circle makes me a bad guy. But it’s not like women’s safety is a priority anyway. It’s not like there is an objective claim to be made that re-releasing violent offenders or simply not locking them up is deadly.

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[sneez]

pathologic but it's a lost 1920s german expressionist film [id under cut]

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image 1: a digital drawing of a fake poster, using bright colours and rough, painterly brushstrokes. the title, 'pest' (german for 'plague'), is written at the top in spiky black text. in the foreground a man dressed as a tragedian is staring intently at the viewer, his hands raised and splayed as if in horror. in the background, the town is framed against a red sky, with the polyhedron in yellow behind.

images 2 and 3: fake casting sheets for the film, with the names of the actors and the characters they are playing above a black-and-white portrait photograph of them. all the text is in german. in english it reads: 'Pest', a film by Robert Wiene Alfred Abel as Victor Kain Ernst Busch as Grief Lil Dagover as Katerina Saburova Ernst Deutsch as the Bachelor Carl de Vogt as Vlad the Younger Marlene Dietrich as the Inquisitor Willy Fritsch as Mark Immortell Alexander Granach as Andrey and Peter Stamatin Bernhard Goetzke as General Block Dolly Haas as the Changeling Ludwig Hartau as the Haruspex Brigitte Helm as Anna Angel Brigitte Horney as Maria Kaina Emil Jannings as Big Vlad Gerda Maurus as Yulia Lyuricheva Lothar Menhert as Georgiy Kain Asta Nielsen as Lara Ravel Ossi Oswalda as Eva Yan Fritz Rasp as Stanislas Rubin Conrad Veidt as Alexander Saburov and Tragedian Paul Wegener as Oyun Gertrud Welcker as Aspity

image 4: four digital sketches of set designs for various locations. all are strongly influenced by expressionist imagery, using extreme angles, warped perspective, and dramatic shapes. they are labelled 'street 1' (a street lined with houses), 'street 2' (a square with a lamppost and a set of steps), 'polyhedron exterior' (the polyhedron walkway), and 'cathedral interior' (the dais at the far end of the cathedral).

image 5: four digital drawings in a black-and-white watercolour style, showing fake stills from the film. all are similarly distorted and lit by dramatic lighting. the first shows katerina's bedroom, with katerina standing in the centre of the floor. the second shows the interior of an infected house. the third shows daniil staring out of the frame in horror, one hand on his head and the other raised as if to ward something off. the fourth shows an intertitle with jagged white text reading 'the first day' against a dark background.

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