#debate below

[boobgoogler]

cant not draw simon like the scared emoji

[yaoiconnoisseur]

Happy pride! These two are going to horny idiot jail 🌈

Yuuri swore off alcohol for the rest of his life after getting arrested for public indecency at the 2017 GPF banquet. (His abstinence lasted all of a week.)

[lgbtlunaverse]

Life as a JGY stan is so hard because sometimes I want to make posts about the ways his very justified paranoia turns against him sometimes, rare moments where I think being more trusting or vulnerable would have helped but he felt like it couldnt, or talk about how his brutal survival instinct intersects with society's existing bigotries in a such a way that most of his violence is actually aimed at people lower on the ladder than him, with people like Jin Guangshan being the exception not the rule. Because he's a fascinating character and these parts of him are interesting!

But when I do that I have to live in perpetual fear of the moment that it escapes its target audience and someone takes it to go "Yeah he's a monster who fucked over everyone and is incapable of love! I wish he was killed earlier and his death was a thousand times more painful 🤪"

I mean, take my last example. Due to existing hierarchies it is, at any point, easier and safer for jgy to harm people less powerful than him instead of more powerful than him, even if the more powerful are the ones threatening his safety in the first place. Even knowing how it harms him and while working against it, Jin Guangyao is not immune to internalizing the mindset of the world he lives in. Even when killing Jin Guangshan- one man- it ends up costing the lives of 20 sex workers. You think I can bring up the sex workers in this fucking fandom? You think that will go over peacefully? The well has been so thoroughly poisoned here it feels like any conversation around morality automatically turns into a courtroom to determine a sentence for this fictional fucking character who's already dead.

[mewnia]

What's a Tales character that you think is super underrated?

Literally all the children

(not pictured here is Sophie because she’s the common favorite out of the whole Graces cast — AS SHE SHOULD BE)

[wewatchyoujuno]

theorizing on how monsoon sleeps. i think they probably just hook him up to a charger...

[scarlettcryptid]

the stitching on dabi's pants. has anyone ever drawn them as just. shorts.

[nymphrasis]

Hmmmm, wonder what I am working on :3c

[cinewhore]

little neighbor update….

bought a white noise machine to cover the sound. So far it’s been working well with no issues.

I know that roughly around 11pm until 6 or 7am, I am likely to hear the sex noises so i make sure to crank that bitch up at 10pm and leave it on until 9am.

I’m getting into bed tonight and admittedly turned it on a bit late as I stayed up late so I couldn’t mask the sounds before it started. Not that it mattered because even at one of the highest settings, I could still hear homegirl singing her praises.

I’m mad.

I get up, throw on my head wrap and robe, write a very public fuck you shut up and marched downstairs to tape the note to her door.

As soon as I opened the door to my hallway and go down the stairs, i can hear this girl and at that point, I’m reasoning why can’t the entire building can’t BECAUSE SHES SO FUCKING LOUD.

Get to 204.

Y’all.

It’s not her.

I stop to listen at the door and am panicking because the floors creak and so you can definitely hear me stop randomly in the hallway.

It’s not her.

I quickly snatch the paper off her door and dash back to my apartment but i take the back way so I can roam through the entire building. Unfortunate for me, the couple stopped when i reached the second floor but it’s super clear the noise is coming from another unit 😳

All this time I’ve been secretly loathing this poor girl and she’s been telling the truth (except that one time when she was on the phone damn near all night but she’s been quiet since).

Now I’m trying to figure out how the hell im able to hear this other units bed so clearly?? What kind of shit is in these walls? Tbh, I don’t think moving into 301 is going to help, i think it’ll make things worse because I’ll be closer to the noise. At this point I think the better option is to just move entirely.

I honestly don’t feel bad for thinking it was the girl directly below me because I’m telling y’all, if you were here you’d definitely think the same thing. The only thing I am sorry about is hitting the floor with the broomstick cause i know she was like “wtf?”

Will remain silent about my findings but will continue to investigate because I’m paying $1200 to sleep and damnit i WILL SLEEP.

[gloriousmonsters]

Mememememe I want to see

please enjoy a selection from you're on a path in the desert, chapter 2: 'The Ancient', brought about by wondering what ganondorf's motivation is and being honest and brash enough he kind of likes you and is like 'sorry, kid' while murdering you to attempt a breakout in the first chapter. narrated by Zelda, starring Link and Ganondorf.

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You're on a path in the desert. Or... it's more of a beach, isn't it? You can hear the sea. Small crabs scuttle and hide among rocks smoothed by eons of lapping waves; the pristine sands glitter, here and there, with old coins and jewels set in tarnished metal. Pirate treasures, as if a ship was wrecked here long ago. A lonely blue sky arches high above, unmarred by a single cloud. A path of scattered white rocks, like sun-bleached bones, lead toward the edge of the water. At the end of this path, a man with evil eyes is imprisoned. A king. You, hero, must slay him; or it will be the end of the world.

Voice of the Curious: He didn't seem that bad!

- Yeah, he wasn't as bad as she hyped him up to be.

- Bad? He was very bad! I'm completely on board with the 'slaying' thing now.

- Hang on, how are we here? Didn't we die?

> I see what you mean, but he did very much kill us. That was a thing that happened.

Voice of the Curious: I guess, but he was so... sad. He just wanted to escape. He seemed like he'd been there for a really long time.

> He did.

Excuse me, who's this? And what are you saying about dying? Please don't tell me—

Voice of the Curious : We died and we came back to life!

- More or less.

- I died and it was terrifying and now I'm me and also this other part of me and they're both me and I don't know how that works or what's going on and I'm going to start crying probably

> This isn't the first time we've been here. Your 'man with the evil eyes' was the one that killed me, not the other way around.

He's not mine, and... It wouldn't be the same, the other way around. You need to slay him, not kill him.

- I get it. I'm a human, and he's a monster.

> Semantics.

Very important ones. Listen to me, hero. I hoped that this wouldn't happen, and I didn't want to scare you with the possibility. But please believe me—we're walking a fine line, now. All is not lost, but every failure widens his chance at escape.

Voice of the Curious: Really?

I do not like how you said that. This... voice, whatever it is, it seems very young. Don't let naivety influence you, hero. One failure means he's already found a chink in your armor—it is even more imperative you keep your guard up. Whatever he said, whatever he did, put it out of your mind. Focus on this. He is evil, and he will destroy everything if he escapes. You are the hero, the only one with the power to stop him. I—everything depends on you.

Voice of the Curious : That's a lot of pressure...

- I love pressure.

- I hate pressure.

 > Are you really sure I can do this?

Yes. You’re the only one that can. 

Voice of the Curious: Wow, she sounds... so serious. I don't know if I trust her, but I think she likes you.

Ha. That's... You matter a great deal to me. By definition, of course. You’re the hero, you matter to everyone. But we don't have time to sit here and talk about our feelings, whatever they might be. Your quest is the same, hero. It's time to go forward.

> (proceed to the prison)

N: At the edge of the water, the path of rocks continue—for a little while. Soon they're fewer and farther between, and in their place are footholds of debris, half-rotted hulls of wood, old chests rammed up on some invisible sandbank below the water. There have been many wrecks here, and as you pick your way forward, you see the largest of them up ahead. Splintered and broken, its massive hull impaled on the tall and jagged rocks that rise from the hidden seabed, like towers of some sunken castle. The rest of it is remarkably intact, but it looks ancient. Weathered, by years that have sapped color from cloth and wood and leached memory from material. Every detail blurred. The figurehead is faceless, nearly formless, like the... like the image of a loved one long forgotten.

> Are you all right?

Your path ends—or rather, takes a new form—at the side of the wreck. An old rope ladder leads up the barnacle-encrusted side. The old wood creaks as you ascend, but even that sound is... muted. This ship isn't just wrecked, it's becalmed. The muting of that sound makes you acutely aware of the absence of others. No birds cry in the sky; no fish splash in the water. The land behind you is already lost in a hazy fog. This is a lonely place.

Voice of the Curious: She's making it sound so depressing. It's sad, but it's also sort of cool, right? It's like an old pirate ship! It doesn't feel like a prison, it feels like... like a hideout!

Please be quiet. It's a prison. It might look... odd, but it's a prison.

Voice of the Curious : Do you think there's treasure?

...No.

Voice of the Curious: ...You want there to be treasure too, right?

I'm not interested. We have a very important job to do. To your left, across the weathered deck, a door leads to the fo'c'sle. It's not locked, but it's encrusted with barnacles, warped in its frame. Beside it, a sword is embedded in the wall, as if left there after a battle long ago. It gleams with its own light—

Voice of the Curious: It's not glowing, though. It's just a sword.

It's not—but... Ah. Yes. Well, it doesn't need to glow, does it? It's the hero's sword. It's made to kill evildoers and monsters. It's meant for your hand, and your hand alone. Take up the sword, hero. You'll need it if you want to save us all.

- But it's not glowing. Didn't you say it was important it glowed?

- What if I don't want to save everyone?

> take up the sword

- don't take up the sword

Sword in hand, you force open the door, rusted hinges screeching as you shove your whole body's weight against it. Before you is a sheer drop, lightless, only the first few feet visible in the foggy sunlight that filters past your shoulders. A rope ladder hangs over the ledge at your feet, vanishing into shadow. The air is musty, damp, and smells of moldering spice and rotting silk, wood permeated with gunsmoke and worried by the icy teeth of the ocean over the course of centuries. If this is the prison the king's been confined in, killing him will be a mercy.

His voice echoes up from the darkness, tired but commanding.

The King: I knew you'd return. Come here, boy. Let us speak face to face.

Voice of the Curious: He remembers us! And he sounds... older. I mean, he was already older than us. But he sounds much older now. 

Of course he's old, he's been in prison for a long time. Don't dwell on it or wonder about it, the more time and thought you give him the more dangerous he is. Just get down there and accomplish your quest.

> proceed down the 'stairs'

After what feels like half an hour of nerve-wracking descent, feeling for foot and hand-holds in the darkness, light begins to bloom below you. When you come to the bottom, a few minutes later, you find yourself facing another door—this one richly carved wood, remarkably well-preserved considering the state of the ship. It's hard to make out much in the light filtering through the cracks around it, but you can see intricate, geometric patterns, and the snarling face of a boarlike beast carved huge in the very center.

Voice of the Curious: What—

You waste no time fooling around and asking questions, and open the door. Striding within, you find yourself confronted with a surprisingly lavish room, dimly lit by old oil-lamps. Rich rugs cover the floor; a huge bed stands in the back of the room, partly hidden by curtains, and a huge desk carved with intricate details dominates another side of the room. Tapestries, paintings and maps nearly cover the walls, save for a section that seems dedicated to a number of weapons—at a glance you see twin swords and a trident. Everything feels a little... oversized, as if you're a child venturing into the room of an adult. When you look closer, you can see signs of wear and age—cracking paint, books with pages puffed by soaking and drying out, scratches in the fine wood and dust on the tapestries—but the overall effect is still opulent, overwhelming. This feels right for a prison meant to confine a king; it would be suitable for an emperor, confined to his office by the new regime, allowed to keep a pretense of dignity.

But across the room from you, there's a strangely bare section of the wall, interrupted by only two things: A porthole filled more by spiderwebbing cracks than glass, showing only blank darkness, and the King, who stands tall and studies you thoughtfully with pale gold eyes.

The King: You approach me, yet again, with your blade in hand. Interesting.

He's a big man, broad and heavy, a physique that might impress as brutish or sedentary if not for the way he holds himself. Straight-backed, imperious, with a hint of a fighter's grace in the way his stance shifts as his eyes track the step you take forward. There's no gray in his hair, or deep wrinkles on his face, but something about him gives an impression of great age and greater weariness. His face is craggy, but his eyes are delicately lined with black; he wears a topaz on his brow, and fine robes that inspire ideas of entrenched and confident authority. As he seems to reach an internal resolution in his appraisal of you, his teeth bare in what is hard to determine as a mocking smile or a grimace of pain.

The King: I suppose that if you try to kill me this time, it will only be fair. But I'd rather we talk.

Voice of the Curious: Ooh, talk! Yes! I want to know what's going on! Just, um, maybe we should stay at a distance.

Remember what you're here for. Don't listen to him, or him. Please, hero. Kill him now.

- slay the king

- kill him?

- You killed me last time, I'd like an apology before we do anything else.

> All right. Let's talk.

[abnormalpsychology]

Someone pointed out that “it’s not my fault you didn’t get his approval. I have given you endless approval” could be interpreted as Tom thinking his love should be equivalent to Logan’s, which is just… it’s not! Of course it’s not!!!! No matter what he does, there’s always going to be a part of Shiv yearning for that. No amount of a good man’s love can cure not getting that original parental love. Something something “you’re not Logan and I’m not Gil. and that’s a good thing.” Like I don’t think I would wish being cheated on or being in a relationship w/ Shiv on anyone, but I also wouldn’t wish what happened to her on any child. Even if she’s “broken”, I don’t think his love could ever “fix” her, even if he wanted to believe that. What makes it a tragedy is I think that both Shiv and Tom did the best they could 💔

[coffeeadict61]

🔥hot takes🔥

[flustered-art]

Prepare to have your mind mangled!

These interlocking keychains are a part of the shop update!

[rainingincale]

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[conchiferrous]

based off that one picture

[ID: Sketch of Luffy laying on the ground eating sand and looks up at Ace with big eyes. Ace looks down at Luffy, somberly. The text: “Eats sand*” in the Roblox chat bubble font is copy pasted over Luffy’s head. They’re both wearing their default pre-time skip clothes, though the faces on Ace’s goggles have been replaced with the epic face and an XD. /END ID]

[harleythealter]

Realizing a few reasons I was passionate about the military:

1) serving something greater than me/for our country

2a) having a reason that’s worth being in so much physical pain/mental distress

2b) knowing where that shit came from

3) get away from my family

4) structure

5) comrades

6) being surrounded by people fighting for the same thing as you

7) I know I’m strong and I’m capable

8) I would trust myself more than other people to protect our country

Reasons I’m choosing why I won’t go into the military:

1) I realized I would find pride in my job/serving something greater than me. Due to the following reasons not to, I chose to find pride in a different service

2) my mentor suggested missionary work that’s not just preaching about a religion but using my hands and ability to work hard to change lives

3) I didn’t want military required vaccines because although vaccines-> mental disorders is still a pseudoscience, I don’t want to risk my children’s health on any chance, additionally I don’t want to have those vaccines in my own body and I keep up on my health and quarantine when necessary so I have no guilt about that choice

4) I’m concerned that I’m not actually mentally stable enough to fight in a war zone with any ability to attempt processing what I experience

5) what if I come back mentally disabled and am unable to mother children the way they deserve

6) what if it’s the wrong choice?

7) the military/government owns my body

8) rape statistics

9) what if I disagree with the side in other countries that our military has me protecting/fighting for

10) I can hardly look my parents in the eye and say that I’m going away for four years to a place I may never come back from

11) it’s really fucking overwhelming to try to decide what I want to do in the military

12) what if I don’t even pass the tests to get into the military

13) I’m terrified to start physical therapy(at home) for my legs because what happens when I’m healed

Reasons I’m about to impulsively join:

1) too many people have said along the lines of… thank goodness; I mean, we are just stepping into wars… it’s not a peaceful time anymore

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK??? THATS THE ENTIRE FUCKING REASON TO JOIN(I don’t feel the pressure to go to college and it’s not necessary for the life I want to lead so I wouldn’t go so the military would pay for my schooling)

2) all the things I support the military(suicide awareness walks, putting wreaths on veteran gravestones), my heart aches to be part of something like that

3) I feel like I’m lying to myself when I say “you’ll be content if you serve somewhere else” due to the way I long to be able to say that “I served” even if it’s silent, and to myself. My own badge of honor to say that I didn’t back down

4) I keep questioning if it’s the right place for me to serve

5) THE STRUCTURE AND EXPECTATIONS FOR MY PHYSICAL CAPABILITIES WOULD HAVE ME FUCKING STRONG

6) finally finding some people who have such a strong tie to me(my idiotic brain trying to convince me that I don’t have a best friend for over a decade)

7) if the fight came to our homeland, I want to be the one to protect my family

[benbamboozled]

The muzzle mask is good because then we don’t have to deal with a helmet with a nose and mouth :/

I think you know that by saying this you’ve cursed us and that, eventually, we’ll ALL have to deal with the muzzle AND it has a nose and mouth.

You’ve put it in the universe!!!