#but I’m just fucking exhausted

[coulsons-band]

pedro pascal doesn’t owe you shit.

it is absolutely fine to be disappointed by his absence at cannes. i am too. but he does not have to be there.

for whatever reason he’s pulling away from the attention. the esquire article talked about how guarded he is and his socials have really slowed down. maybe he’s unprepared or overwhelmed by all the tlou hype. i mean his follower count went up by the tens of thousands the day after the premiere. that’s insane.

but some of you have lost the plot. the ones wearing d*ddy’s little girl shirts in fucking public and yelling d*ddy at him at events and trying to convince everyone whether he’s queer or not and complaining there isn’t an explicit scene of him fucking in the strange way of life. it’s not a gay porn made for your fetish. ‘oh but narcos!!’ that’s called characterization. read literally any article from almodovar and understand why sex isn’t the point.

interacting with paparazzi content and making cute little edits - jfc. that’s creating demand and supply and paparazzi know no fucking boundaries. man’s got anxiety and no doubt the paps and fans watching his every move are probably making that worse.

let him make movies and rotate through his four shirts in peace. pedro pascal doesn’t owe anyone shit.

[badolmen]

I would like to feel better

[sunshinechay]

First it was daddy kink, then it was pet play. Then they gave us time travel and undercover twins. Then came the reincarnated lovers and mythical creatures. Now we also have omegaverse and transmigration to other bodies for a second chance at first love.

So you know they had to fit fuck or die in there somewhere. Glad to see it was from the first uncensored wuxia bl

[nihilean]

Day 5 of the Gabriel paintings, apologies for the slight delay, just more of the usual Zorn pinups cause stuff today exhausted me

[royaltea000]

can you tell that I’m artblocked

[slices-of-naranja]

do any of my friends know the love I carry in every word i say to them. When I add too many words, drag on a joke that’s over, when I message them despite the fact the conversation barely ended five minutes ago? every word i speak is an intimacy that’s laced with outright adoration for them as people and all the little details that make them who they are. Do you know I love you? Do y’all know how much of you I try to commit to memory? How much I try to make you smile? do y’all know the love I feel for you?

[duckiemimi]

my gojos

and my one geto

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[jeskerthefool]

Vizille drawings 2/????

[divkazkdovikde]

you know what absolutely doesn’t make sense in the marauders fandom and yet you all people ran with it? moony toast. you know the one, where he cuts it in four pieces and has every piece with different topping? lovely, yes absolutely. i know. BUT WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN A ONE SINGLE OBJECTION ON HOW FUCKING UNREAL THAT IS? like you’re telling me, that one single fucking toast was enough of a breakfast for him? FOR A FUCKING TEENAGER IN DEVELOPMENT?!?!?! FOR A WEREWOLF?!?!?! YOU’RE TELLING ME, THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FAKE ASS BITCHES I’VE SEEN TO POST HERE HOW YOU’RE HAVING A MOONY TOAST, THAT IT WAS ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!?! nahhh, na-ahh, i’d bet all my money, you had to make at least another three toasts like this for it to be enough. like i dunno what kind of fucking toast bread are you guys buying or you think the elves were making, but the toast in a real world is the least hunger-full-fucking-filling (or something like that i dunno english fuck me) piece of a fucking bread you can buy. i have to have at least four toasts to not be hungry again in an hour. more realistic would be, if he’d just have the four toasts and every with different topping. that, would make sense.

[sinistersuns]

“ouhhhh trans men are so privileged because they can get into women’s colleges and trans women can’t clearly this is them taking advantage of transmisogyny or something” what are you talking about legitimately what the fuck are you talking about. my ass is not getting into a women’s college even if i wanted to, but regardless the trans men who do aren’t doing so for some vague nefarious reason meant to hurt trans women. do you really think a trans man in a women’s college is going to be treated well, do you seriously think he wouldn’t be treated as an invader or a confused girl in need or correcting or a plaything?? do you not think that would be incredibly isolating????? why are you yelling at us when the cis people making these stupid rules are RIGHT THERE. trans men aren’t blocking trans women from getting into women’s colleges or other women’s spaces, and no we shouldn’t be inherently excluded from them either actually because we get no fucking support from the larger trans community. this isn’t even about the post that sparked this post anymore. i’m sick of my community being blamed for shit we DO NOT DO as a group because we’re an easier target than the cis people who actually have power.

[ringhoarder]

How to prevent smile lines. Why you should fix your resting bitch face. Try out this new 12-step skincare routine. You should get lip filler. Connect with your natural beauty. Ten tips for covering up your spots. Aging gracefully. How to prevent hip dips. You’ve got so much potential. Try this new jaw workout. You will have a flat stomach in no time with these new exercises. Maybe you should go on a diet. Don’t be too loud. Don’t be too quiet. Don’t raise your voice. Make your voice heard. That’s just girl maths. Makeup empowers us. Make sure to sculpt your brows, they frame your face. Don’t pop your pimples. Be your own person. Stop trying to act so “different”.

[sunnibits]

no bc the fact that we went from THIS ^^^^

to this,,, I feel so fucking nauseous I’m gonna be sick

[ocean-breeze-pier]

No matter how I perform gender as a trans person it feels like I’m doing it wrong

[roseworth]

what a fucking week (it’s 2 pm on a monday)

[lilyblisslys]

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