#dead arguments

[psychedslash]

I know it's a 25+ year old argument that no one really cares about anymore and that the powers-that-be have already spoken definitively for, but...

Aeris >>> Aerith

It's not just a hill I'm willing to die on. It's THE hill I PLAN to die on. I bought a grave plot on that hill. The tombstone has already been ordered. I am picking out the coffin that I will go to my eternal rest in on that hill.

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT

[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.

[xiphions]

tbh the way I think of wolfstar fighting is that sirius gets mean and remus shuts down. and sirius just keeps getting meaner to get any kind of reaction.

[wecouldbesohappy]

[spectral-phases]

I need people to stop getting so precious about Clark "not letting" Bruce kill the Joker after Jason’s death post-Crisis. Everyone acts like it was like this:

But it was more:

So, we all know the story. Actually. Wait. Maybe we don't. So. The story beneath the cut.

Jason got benched as being Robin because he was not dealing well with his parents' deaths, felt like he was no longer wanted because he was adopted specifically to be Robin (and Bruce is shit at making his kids feel loved a lot of times). Jason discovered the woman who raised him was his step mother, not his bio mother. He goes looking for bio mom. Finds bio mom, she hugs him and tells him she's missed him so much, Bruce contemplates letting Jason live with his family if that would make him happier despite being obviously cut up about the idea of losing Jason. Bio mom is being extorted by the Joker to let him ship out Joker Venom disguised as medical supplies because he can't just steal the supplies and sell them. Bruce has to go stop the shipment of Joker Venom, his portable chopper is too small for two, so Jason is left behind. Jason is told to wait, but The Killing Joke just happened and his bio mom is alone with the Joker (who is insane, capricious and evil), so, obviously he has to save his mother and could not wait. Bio Mom is outside, no guards, Jason says, "Hey, I'm actually Robin, I'm here to save you from the Joker" and she says "Nah, he's actually gone, so I'm fine. But let's go inside so I can grab my things and we can leave." Her things turn out to be a gun to point at Jason after leading him to the Joker. Jason is too stunned to move. The Joker and his goons beat Jason up and then the Joker uses the crowbar to finish beating him to a presumed death. His bio mom at some point couldn't bear to watch it anymore and turns around to smoke a cigarette. Once Joker’s done, bio mom asks what they're going to do about Batman, and the Joker is all "oh. Yeah, lol. Probably was a bad idea to kill his kid. Whoops. My bad." And then ties up the bio mom to kill her and erase any evidence he brutally attacked/killed Jason. The Joker sets a bomb on a timer and leaves. Jason uses the last of his strength to untie his bio mom so she can escape. He can't see well enough to try and disarm the bomb. She tries to get them both out. The door is locked. Jason shields her as the bomb goes off, but she dies just as Batman comes up and tells him the Joker did it, calls Jason a hero, says he deserved a better mother (he did) but does not/is unable to own up to her part in Jason’s death before dying herself. Bruce finds Jason’s body and is fucking devastated.

So after that, Bruce chases the Joker down to the UN because the Joker lucked into being a diplomat for Iran and is now meeting at the UN assembly in New York. Bruce is 100% set on doing a premeditated murder of the Joker for Jason. The US government is aware of this. They hire Superman to grab Batman to try and talk him down because the Joker has diplomatic immunity for past crimes. It does not go well.

"That’s the law, not Justice." Batman is 100% still going to kill the Joker. Everyone knows. Superman knows. Superman says the stupid thing is putting vengeance above the interests of the country, not killing Joker.

Batman sneaks into the Joker’s room, and the Joker (forgetting his earlier desire to not get fucking killed by Batman) is like "oh man, I wish I could have seen your face when you found his body" and further needles Bruce with a "Or are you here to thank me for getting rid of him for you?" Making Bruce triple down on killing the Joker.

"Your confirming it makes what I have to do a lot easier."

Bruce manages to get in to observe the UN meeting as Bruce Wayne. Superman is disguised as a guard. Bruce is seething, watching the Joker, knowing that is the guy who killed Jason.

"I should have terminated his vile existence years ago. But I didn't. I couldn't. His insanity gained him a stay of execution. But no longer. ... Jason’s dead."

They both know the Joker is too stupid and lacks the impulse control needed to not attack the UN and immediately lose his immunity, which is the only thing keeping him alive. Joker releases Joker Venom to kill the delegates. Superman super breathes to inhale all the gas, which he's immune to because he's Superman and then says this as he leaves to go find a place to release the poison gas safely.

"Batman, he's all yours."

Superman basically says "You can kill him now" because he knows Batman’s mind has not changed, and Superman had not once tried to say "killing Joker would be wrong" just that it couldn't happen before the Joker acted in a way that lost him his immunity.

And Bruce does go to do just that. He chases the Joker down, intent to kill, and jumps onto the helicopter the Joker is using to escape. One of the guys fires at Batman. It shoots the pilot, hits the Joker in damn near his heart, if not his heart, and Batman realizes the helicopter is going down and decides to jump and leave the Joker behind. He intends for the Joker to die in the crash.

Okay? Bruce was 100% going to kill the Joker for killing Jason. Superman said "hang on. Let him get enough rope to hang himself first and then you can do it." And then Joker only survived because comic books. And Bruce is unhappy about having to wait. Superman did not try to talk Bruce out of killing the Joker at all ever, or scold him for wanting to kill the Joker. (Don't say he was rescuing the Joker in that last panel. The next panel is Superman fishing Batman, who is shot in the arm, from the harbor, and Batman telling Superman to go find the body. Find the body! And Superman does go to do just that, but is unable to).

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[ezkel]

twitter au where James and Regulus are large fan accounts in a toxic fandom and have MAJOR beef with each other.

they get in massive twitter fights daily. the rest of the fandom actually realises how toxic they are because of jegulus and work on getting along because they don't want to be like them.

at some point Regulus is bitching about twitter user "prongs" to Barty. Barty obviously decides the best course of action is to dox the guy.

but before they can post the information they've uncovered. Regulus realises that his "arch nemesis" is the guy he's been pining over. he doesn't dox him.

because his fun was ruined, Barty decides to bring up twitter user "leoStar" around James. which results in an equally as passionate rant as the one Barty heard from Regulus, before James realises Barty has no reason to know about this.

Barty tells James that Regulus is "leoStar"

James goes to talk to Regulus, they get in an in-person bitch fight about who's opinion is correct. somehow it ends in one of them pulling the other in for a rather heated kiss.

for the next month the fandom is in fear because the two accounts are much less violently arguing and are instead just mildly hating.

at the end of the month someone asks about the change and the whole fandom finds out they're dating now.

[kelocitta]

they gave me this dog for being voted least mentally ill at my job

[cedric-k-rossignol]

I just wanna know HOW a reaper could reproduce? They are dead, essentially walking suicides, right? To me Undertaker and Claudia were married in life and when she died he couldn’t take it and took his own life, thus becoming a reaper. So still the same hc just……different? I guess? No hate to you or your blog (I actually really love this blog) and I really hope this doesn’t come off as rude but I was just wondering if you had any hcs as to how the fuck the DEAD could have a baby??

Hiya anon! Not rude at all 💙 I appreciate the love and that we have different hc/theories/takes!

All that being said...

[sthilarions]

Bear with me here because I’m thinking this idea through as I type it and also this is rather gory/borderline body horror so scroll away if that bothers you

Runes/enchantments/spells written on Edwin’s ribs - but there’s no magic way to make them appear there, they have to be actually manually engraved

Edwin’s pain tolerance/history of being torn apart in much worse ways means he thinks this is totally fine. Just apply a little iron to get him solid (and in possession of internal organs such as a skeleton), get the necessary tool, peel -

It’s right around the word “peel” that Charles stops staring in horror and starts throwing things, and Edwin never gets to the genius part of the plan, which is that once the iron is off, his ribs go back to being not-really-real, just part of his spectral after-image, as it were, which means it’s impossible for anyone to break the enchantment without destroying him entirely, as it’s now part of his soul.

The problem is, though, that Edwin can’t get the angle to do the engraving himself. (At least, that’s Edwin’s problem. Charles seems to have some other one.)

The matter is dropped for multiple decades, until after Port Townsend.

Because the enchantment Edwin wanted, you see, was a planar binding curse. Locks the enchanted item - in this case, Edwin - onto the earthly plane, so it can’t be taken whether by choice or force to any other… such as, for example, Hell.

And now Charles has seen Hell; and he knows what Edwin meant, when he said Hell was far worse than getting a bit of body art; and it’s getting rapidly harder for him to disagree.

[cheebuss]

my l4d faves on the same canvas as god intended

[yeahdefnot]

So do we think Merlin ever woke up to a burning bed that he'd accidentally set alight with his magic during a nightmare of burning on the pyre

[movielp-pany]

"Neil could NEVER be queer." is such a stupid argument, not just because everyone can look at a piece of media and make their own assumptions and the relationship between Neil and Todd that can easily be argued as gay but the fundamental of having A Midsummer Nights Dream as the play he performs is already in defiance of that statement.

You have the obvious fact about Neil playing Puck that is a fairy which is a way gay men have been referred to but it lies so much deeper than that. Neil tells his father and friends that he got the main part, Puck. This again isn't exactly true. It's easily arguable that Lysander and Demetrius are more main characters than Puck. If the movie wanted to squash the idea of Neil being queer, why didn't they choose any of those parts for him? They are very heterosexual roles. Their whole plot/arc is this big romance misunderstanding that Puck causes. If the movie didn't even want to entertain the thought about Neil being queer than they could have definitely choose for those roles.

Yeah, you could argue back that Puck was chosen as his role to parallel Puck and Oberon's relationship to Neil and his father and while this is partly true, it still doesn't fully hold up. The only way this is ever referenced in the movie is in the "Oh, room, fairy, here comes Oberon!" scene where Neil's father tells him to quit the play. (I already explored this in this post). That is the only way we are ever eluded to this being a parallel. In the short shots, we get of Neil performing the play, we don't get any scenes of Puck and Oberon together. We strictly get Puck being a fairy. The fairy part is essential here in addition to the relationship Puck and Oberon have. Again if they didn't want to idea of Neil being queer then they could've easily chosen for a different play. There are a lot more plays that were written before the 1950s that included a relationship that could parallel Neil and his father's relationship without there being anything that could insinuate a queer reading. Neil being Puck was deliberately chosen.

[ultravioletbrit]

“hold” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 488 words

this, but make it jegulus (i tried to get it as close to the original as possible)

Remus is sitting in an armchair doubled over with laughter. Sirius has fallen out of his chair and is cackling on the floor with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. Regulus is sitting on the couch trying his best to stay composed. And James in standing in the middle of the room with more passion and fire in his eyes than Regulus has ever seen.

“Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!” James is shouting.

“James—” Regulus tries to calmly interrupt.

“HOLD ON!” James looks pointedly at Regulus and his eyes look like they’re going to literally pop out of his head. “Her sister was a witch, right?” Regulus is trying so hard to hold back his laughter. “And what was her sister? A princess! The Wicked Witch of the East, Reg.” James is yelling, not unkindly just very passionately, looking directly at Regulus and nodding his head aggressively to emphasize every point.

James starts pacing in genuine distress. Sirius is rolling on the floor holding his stomach and laughing so hard his entire body is shaking. Remus has his hands over his mouth, which is doing absolutely nothing to contain his laughter.

Regulus stands up to meet James in the middle of the room. “I’m gonna stab him.” He mumbles under his breath, which makes Sirius laugh even harder—if that’s even possible.

James whips around to face Regulus. “You’re gonna looks at me and you’re gonna tell me that I’m wrong? Am I wrong?” James asks emphatically.

And the thing is—James is, in fact, very wrong. “It’s my favorite—” Regulus tries to interject but can’t even get a word in.

“She wore a crown, and she came down in a bubble, Reg!” And that proves absolutely nothing.

Regulus knows he’ll never get James to listen to him. “I’m not fighting with you.” He shakes his head, chuckling fondly.

James makes his way out of the living room. “Grow up!” He says over his shoulder.

“I’m not fighting with you.” Regulus says again.

“Grow up.” James seems to be losing steam as he leaves the room.

“Get educated!” Regulus yells then flops down on the couch and finally lets his laughter out.

Eventually Regulus, Sirius and Remus’ laugher fades into soft chuckles as they calm down and take several deep breaths to compose themselves.  

It’s a few minutes later when James appears in the doorway with a sheepish look on his face—that Regulus thinks is adorable. He slowly makes his way over to the couch and sits down beside Regulus. He’s quiet for a few moments then turns slightly to look at Regulus.   

“I’m not really mad.” James says in a small voice. “And you know I love you, right?”

Regulus chuckles fondly and takes James’ face in his hands. “Yes, I know you love me, Jamie.” He leans in to kiss James softly then pulls back the tiniest bit. “But you’re still wrong.” Regulus whispers against James lips.    

[ex-foster]

[kaayyyys]

OMG 😳😳😳

Can we get more Daryl and Female OC had a fight and he is trying to make up or how he deals with it,

Is she a arguer as in she doesn't let shit slide she says what the audience wishes she would just say, screaming it ( " you don't get to be mean to me just because you had a bad day, I do not allow you!")

Or is she quiet, doesn't say anything at all

Thank youuu for the request ❤️

@bethylforlife

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls of their cabin, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within. You watched Daryl sharpen an arrow, the rhythmic scrape of metal against stone a familiar comfort usually, but tonight, it grated on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. He hadn't said a word to you in hours, his silence thicker than the smoke that curled from the dying embers in the hearth.

You knew Daryl. You knew the tell-tale signs - the tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes seemed to bore holes through whatever he was focused on, the almost imperceptible flaring of his nostrils. He was simmering, a pressure cooker ready to blow, and you were dreading being the one to feel the brunt of it.

"Daryl," you began softly, your voice barely a whisper above the crackling fire. "Is everything alright?"

He didn't answer, didn't even acknowledge you were there. The scraping continued, a relentless, irritating sound that amplified the knot forming in your stomach.

"Daryl, come on," you persisted, a hint of frustration creeping into your tone. "You've been like this all day. Just tell me what's wrong."

Finally, he stopped. He looked up, his eyes, usually a soft, comforting blue, now hard and cold. "Nothin'," he grunted, turning back to his arrow.

"Don't give me that 'nothin'' bullshit, Daryl," you snapped, the dam finally breaking. "I know you better than that. Something's clearly eating you up inside, and I'm tired of being ignored."

His head snapped up, his eyes flashing. "Maybe I just wanna be left alone!" he retorted, his voice rough and laced with an anger that wasn't directed at you, but you felt it nonetheless.

"Well, that's just too damn bad, isn't it?" you fired back, rising to your feet. "We're supposed to be partners, remember? In this life, in this world, we're supposed to have each other's backs. But how can I have your back when you shut me out like this?"

He scoffed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You wouldn't understand."

"Then make me understand!" you pleaded, your voice cracking with emotion. "Tell me what's going on! Don't just take it out on me!"

He slammed the arrow down on the table, the force of it making the few remaining candles flicker violently. "It's this damn place, alright?" he exploded, finally unleashing the pent-up frustration. "This whole damn community! They're weak, they're soft, they ain't got the stomach for what's comin'."

You took a step back, surprised by the intensity of his anger. "What are you talking about?"

"They're trustin' people they shouldn't be trustin'," he continued, pacing the small space like a caged animal. "They're lettin' their guard down. They're gonna get us all killed."

Now you understood. The new group that had arrived at Alexandria, the one Rick was so keen on trusting, had clearly rattled Daryl. He saw weakness where Rick saw potential, naivety where Rick saw hope. But his anger, his fear, was misdirected.

"So, because you're scared, you're going to be an ass to me?" you asked, your voice laced with hurt. "That's your solution? To punish me for something I have no control over?"

He stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I ain't punishin' you."

"Yes, you are, Daryl!" you insisted, tears stinging your eyes. "You're shutting me out, you're being mean, and you're acting like I'm the enemy. I'm not the enemy, Daryl. I'm on your side. Always."

The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the crackling fire. He looked at you, really looked at you, and you saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes. He knew he was wrong. He knew he was being unfair. But admitting it was never easy for Daryl Dixon.

Finally, he sighed, the fight draining out of him. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, the words barely audible.

"That's a start," you said softly, but you didn't move. You needed more than just a mumbled apology.

He ran a hand through his greasy hair, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I just… I don't know what to do," he confessed, his voice raw with vulnerability. "I see what's comin', and I don't know how to stop it. And I just… I get scared."

Hearing him admit his fear, seeing that chink in his armor, made your heart ache for him. You crossed the room and knelt in front of him, gently taking his hand in yours. His hand was calloused and rough, but you knew the warmth and strength that lay beneath.

"I know," you said softly, squeezing his hand. "I get scared too. But we're in this together, Daryl. We always have been."

He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"Maybe not," you said, a small smile gracing your lips. "But you got me anyway."

You stood up, pulling him with you. He followed you to the bed, where you sat down, pulling him down beside you. You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the tension slowly drain from his body.

"Talk to me, Daryl," you murmured, closing your eyes. "Tell me what you're afraid of. Let me help you carry it."

He was silent for a long moment, then he began to speak, his voice low and hesitant at first, but growing stronger as he talked. He told you about his fears, about his doubts, about the weight of responsibility he felt to protect the people he cared about. He talked about the ghosts of his past, the scars that still haunted him, the memories he couldn't escape.

And you listened. You held him close, offering him comfort, understanding, and unwavering support. You reminded him of his strength, his resilience, his unwavering loyalty. You reminded him of the good he had done, the lives he had saved, the hope he had inspired.

As the hours passed, the storm outside subsided, and the storm within him began to dissipate as well. The flickering candlelight still cast dancing shadows on the walls, but now they seemed less menacing, more playful. The air in the cabin felt lighter, filled with a sense of peace and understanding.

Finally, he fell silent, exhausted but calmer. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice muffled against your hair.

"Anytime," you replied, snuggling closer. "That's what we do, remember? We're in this together."

He kissed the top of your head, a silent promise of his love and his commitment. As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that the fight had been worth it. It had been a painful reminder of the challenges you faced, but it had also reaffirmed the strength of your bond, the depth of your love, and the unwavering commitment you had made to each other in this broken, unpredictable world. You were Daryl Dixon's anchor, and he was yours. And together, you could weather any storm.