#cantankerousness

[3eanuts]

May 30, 1955 — see The Complete Peanuts 1955-1958

[zenosanalytic]

You know how bullshit rent is? Elon Musk hasn't paid rent on Twitter's main offices in, like, 6 months, and has Twitter been evicted? Of course not. Apparently, when you're rich or a company, you can just tell your landlords to fuck off and the gov won't do shit to you.

[faygos]

grump

[preacherboyd]

Don't ever change, man. Haunted Houses, 1x06 // Form and Void, 1x08

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

this is still one of the funniest #ttte memes i've seen on dead bird site

[chonkycorgi826]

Same people, different age ratings

[wasabidottie]

i don't hate your guts (Jschlatt)

A/n: I really adore the "hates everyone, but you trope" I think its just so darn AHGDEJWDJ :) anywho hope you guys enjoy.

In the heart of the chaotic world that Jschlatt occupied, he often found himself surrounded by a sea of faces that seemed to blur into a homogeneous crowd. The noise, the politics, the ceaseless banter—it all grated on his nerves, and he embraced the reputation he had earned as a man who "hated everyone."

But then, there was you.

In the midst of the noise, your voice became a distinct melody that stood out from the cacophony. Your laughter, a soothing note that cut through the chaos. He might grumble about the rest of the world, but when it came to you, his demeanor shifted.

It wasn't that he was any less cantankerous around you—no, his sharp remarks and sarcastic jabs remained firmly in place. But there was an underlying warmth, a spark of something that refused to be extinguished.

"Hey, dollface," he'd greet you, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he playfully teased you, "I don't hate your guts, if that's any consolation."

You'd roll your eyes, knowing that behind the facade of indifference lay a camaraderie that was unique and special. It wasn't that he truly despised everyone else; it was that he was fiercely protective of the bond you shared. In a world that often felt cold and unforgiving, you were his sanctuary.

And it was in the subtle gestures—the way he'd offer you his flask with a gruff, "Just this once, toots," or the times he'd stand up for you when others tried to push your buttons—that his affection manifested. He might mock your taste in music, berate your choice of snacks, or even feign annoyance when you bickered about his reckless antics, but his actions spoke louder than his words.

Amid the chaos, you were his constant. A reminder that not everything was lost to the maelstrom of life. He might hate the world, but he didn't hate you. In fact, it was quite the opposite—you were the anchor that kept him tethered to something real, something worth protecting.

So, while he continued to grumble about everything and everyone around him, you knew that in his heart, you held a special place that was reserved for only you. And in the silence of unspoken sentiments, you found comfort in the unbreakable connection you shared with the man who claimed to hate everyone but you.

[outofmymindbebacklater]

the Witcher Netflix seems to have convinced the fandom that it's like this,

geralt: I'm a monster, nobody can love me :(

jaskier: no you're not <3 I'll love you

geralt: no we're not friends >:(

when really it's like this lol

book geralt: yea I'm a monster, that's my lot in life

book dandelion: oh stop fucking whining, anyway it's great to see you

book geralt: dandelion, my friend, how are you

[southsidestory]

Vhagar has the energy of a 90-year-old woman chain-smoking on her porch: too mean to die, too old to fear anything, and too stubborn to listen to anyone.

queen shit 👑

[quinnkdev]

With the shadow of enshittification absolutely everywhere on the internet today, and some unrelated anxiety, I'm gonna be logging off for the day. However, before I go, I want to point everyone again to that little free game I made a few months ago, because I feel like it expresses how I feel on matters of tech-bro culture and company/billionaire will-o-the-wisp "thought leadership" - and maybe some of you will be interested, too.

Go play it. It's free and only takes 15 minutes of your time for 3 endings (all of which I recommen you get).

[columboscreens]

[nottefierr]

I CAUGHT HIM MID YAWN AND HE LOOKS SO HORRIBLE

[stardustedknuckles]

The alternative to "either the campaign ends or the world does" is very simply "there is a third scenario in which the world doesn't end because that wasn't actually the intent and our heroes have just been confirmed to be missing something very big." it's not all or nothing. Ludinus doesn't KNOW what setting Predathos free will do. Folks are ASSUMING it can just jump out and gobble up divinity immediately and nobody can fight it, which clearly isn't true since it's been locked away before. Nothing is ending, certainly not all at once. There's something else going on.

[topgunreacts]

Basically, this IceMav arranged marriage omegaverse fic I’m now writing. I think the main story for this will have ten chapters. Long chapters. Maybe more. May the lord bless and keep me.

[fluff-and-such]

Brothers, and a Sore Thumb ~~

Wanted to do something of Fluffy!Tyrael and Fluffy!Inarius interacting with each other. And CantankerRat somehow got mixed up in the fray.

If Rathma looks completely out of place here, good! He is actually drawn in a slightly different style than the other two, on account of being from a different Fic/Au/Thing

I am particularly pleased with how the damaged parts of Inarius's wings turned out

[mwolf0epsilon]

I like to think Alpha-17 has gained a sort of Boogeyman status among the CT cadets.

Think about it: He's an alpha class clone, known for his no-nonsense pragmatism and cantankerous disposition (even when talking to the Jedi!). He only trains very select elite types of clones such as commanders and ARCs, and some say he can even beat five Nulls in a fight all on his own (despite having been severely injured in the past!).

That has got to earn you both admiration from your smaller brothers, and also a little of bedtime terror fright. Because Alpha-17 would have no qualms taking any of them out early if they were a proven liability to the cause (he was willing to blow up the hatcheries if it meant the Seppies wouldn't get their hands on the Tubies and Jango's DNA, this man is not fucking around).

How many versions of "Don't go out after curfew or Big Bad Alpha-17 will get you" stories do you think there are? And do you think he'd be aware of his infamy among the cadets?