#even though there’s literally a stream of it

[roguskii]

what a beautiful sequence omg.

these two are literally in the most intimate position that two separate individuals could be with wade dying and then regenerating inside of logan, leading them to share a single stream of consciousness. wade was already the only one who could understand logan fully, but this was made even more apparent through them quite literally sharing one brain here. obviously i think that scares logan, but i think part of him is relieved to feel so seen and understood for once.

life feels so lonely for them both individually, and even though logan sometimes kinda really hates wade’s guts, they share such a unique, complex and undeniable love (like dawg it’s literally a soul bond).

logan is genuinely such a tragic character, but so is wade, and they truly are bound together because no one else could understand what it’s like to live the way they do. they’re polar opposites, one is adamant he hates the other, and they mix like oil and water. and imo that’s what makes moments like this between them so impactful

(…also they just want each other BAD)

read deadpool and wolverine WWIII !

[pandapetals]

I'll Take Care Of You

logan howlett x afab!reader - reader has a cold, soft logan, comfort, cute, fluff, teasing, cuddling, no y/n used, no reader description

You have a cold so Logan takes care of you.

read on Ao3

a/n: I'm sick right now so I literally wrote this to comfort myself.

The sound of your alarm pierced the quiet room, and you groaned, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle deep into your bones. When you opened your eyes, the sunlight streaming in through the blinds felt too bright, making your head pound. Every muscle in your body ached, and your throat felt raw like you’d swallowed gravel.

You sniffled, wincing at the burning sensation in your nose, and rolled over, hoping to drift back into the comfort of sleep. Before you could even close your eyes again, a rough, familiar voice rumbled from the doorway.

"Feelin’ alright, darlin’?"

You cracked an eye open, seeing Logan standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of you bundled under the blankets. His usual cocky smirk was missing, replaced by a look of concern.

"Fine," you croaked, though your voice barely sounded like yours. "Just a little tired."

Logan arched an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. He stepped closer, the floor creaking under his heavy boots, his eyes sharp as they flicked over your pale, tired face. "Yeah? You look like hell."

"Gee, thanks," you muttered, snuggling deeper into the covers in an attempt to escape the cold that seemed to cling to your skin. "Just what a girl wants to hear."

Logan sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to the bed. Without a word, he reached out and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, his skin cool compared to the feverish heat radiating from yours.

"Jesus," he muttered, pulling his hand back. "You’re burning up."

"I’m fine," you lied, sniffling and trying to sit up, but a wave of dizziness hit you so hard that you collapsed back onto the pillows with a groan.

Logan gave you a look—one that said he wasn’t about to let you pretend you weren’t sick. He stood there for a moment, silent and assessing, then with a resigned sigh, he walked over to the closet and pulled out one of his old flannel shirts.

"You’re not fine," he grumbled, tossing the shirt onto the bed. "You're staying in bed, and I’m not hearin’ any arguments."

You blinked up at him, surprised. "You’re bossy when you’re worried."

Logan shot you a half-hearted glare, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Yeah, well, someone’s gotta take care of you. ‘Cause you clearly won’t."

You were about to argue, to insist that you didn’t need his help, but another coughing fit interrupted you, leaving you gasping for air and clutching the blankets tighter around you. Logan watched for a moment, then shook his head and turned toward the door.

"Stay put," he ordered, his voice gruff but filled with a quiet kind of care. "I’m gonna make you somethin’ hot to drink."

You didn’t have the energy to argue, so you simply nodded and sank deeper into the covers, your body aching with every movement. A few minutes later, you heard the sound of clinking mugs and the soft hum of the stove heating water. Logan was surprisingly quiet in the kitchen, but you could still hear the occasional muttered curse as he fumbled with the tea kettle.

Eventually, he returned, carrying a steaming mug in one hand and a bottle of cold medicine in the other. He set the mug down on your nightstand, then opened the bottle of medicine with practiced ease, pouring a dose into the tiny cup and holding it out to you.

"Drink," he said firmly, giving you no room to refuse.

You made a face at the bitter smell of the medicine but reluctantly took it, downing it in one go. It was disgusting, of course, but you could already feel the effects of it working their way through your system.

Logan handed you the mug next, his hand lingering a little longer on yours as you took it. "Here. Tea. Storm said it’d help."

"Storm?" you asked, sniffling as you took a careful sip, the warmth immediately soothing your raw throat. "You called Storm?"

Logan shrugged, looking away as if it were no big deal. "She knows stuff about herbs or whatever. Figured she’d have somethin’ useful."

You couldn’t help but smile at that, even though your head was pounding. "That’s... kind of sweet, actually."

Logan grumbled something under his breath, refusing to meet your eyes. "Don’t make a big deal outta it."

For a moment, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the only sound the occasional clink of your mug as you set it back down. You leaned your head back against the pillow, letting out a long sigh.

"I’m freezing," you muttered, pulling the blankets tighter around you, though no matter how much you wrapped yourself up, the chill seemed to seep into your bones.

Logan watched you for a moment, then sighed and reached for the edge of the blanket. "Scoot over."

You frowned, confused. "What?"

"Move," he said, more insistent this time, tugging the blanket out of your grasp. "You’re freezin’, and I’m not gonna sit here watchin’ you shiver."

Before you could protest, Logan climbed into the bed next to you, pulling you to his side with surprising gentleness. He wrapped the blanket around the both of you, his body warm and solid against yours. You stiffened for a second, not quite expecting him to just jump into bed with you, but then his arm came around your waist, pulling you even closer.

His warmth immediately began to seep into your chilled skin, and you felt yourself relax, your head resting against his chest. His hand rubbed slow circles on your back, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing was oddly soothing.

"You’re... cuddling me," you murmured, a bit bewildered but far too tired to argue.

"Yeah," Logan grunted. "And what of it?"

"Didn’t take you for a cuddler."

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Don’t go gettin’ used to it. This is just ‘cause you’re sick."

You smiled despite yourself, closing your eyes as you nestled closer into him. "Right. Just because I’m sick."

Logan’s hand stilled for a moment, and you could feel the way his chest rose and fell more steadily now as if he was content just being there. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice softer now. "Just ‘cause you’re sick."

The two of you stayed like that, the room quiet except for the sound of your breathing. Logan’s warmth wrapped around you like a cocoon, and for the first time that day, you didn’t feel quite so miserable.

"You know," you mumbled, half-asleep now, "if this is how you take care of people, maybe I should get sick more often."

Logan chuckled softly, his hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. "Don’t push your luck, sweetheart."

Even though his words were gruff, there was a tenderness in his touch, a quiet care that made you feel safe. You drifted off to sleep with a small smile on your lips, warm and content in Logan’s arms.

Though he’d never admit it, Logan stayed right where he was, holding you close, watching over you for the rest of the night.

[velieditss]

Peace before tragedy

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen (ft Jaehaera)

Summary: After the Blacks took King's Landing, Jace visits his old chambers only to find a curious surprise.

Cw: None other than a tender moment between Jace and Jahaera, and words that needed to be spoken between Jace and Helaena—meanwhile, I'm dying over this pairing.

Au: I'm not kidding, I literally just dreamed about this, woke up at three in the morning just to write it down 😆

At last, the conquest of King’s Landing had been declared in the name of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Two dragons soared through the skies, rising above the clouds, visible to all the inhabitants of the capital. After months of anticipation and whispers of the queen’s resurgence alongside her loyalists, the gates, once sealed by the regent prince, swung open to welcome the rightful heir.

Among Rhaenyra’s followers, riding upon his dragon Vermax, was her firstborn, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. There was little the supporters of King Aegon could do now. The king had vanished, leaving behind his mother, the Dowager Queen Alicent, his wife and mother of his children, Queen Consort Helaena, and his only daughter, Princess Jaehaera, at the mercy of Rhaenyra.

The regent prince, Aemond, had departed for Harrenhal, leaving the capital defenceless, and with it, the throne.

There was no resistance. Not even the most fervent loyalists of Aegon raised their arms, and neither did Rhaenyra’s followers take advantage of their victory.

For Jacaerys, walking once again through the streets of King’s Landing was like stepping into an old dream, a dream woven with memories both sweet and bitter. Though much of his childhood had been spent here, the place now felt foreign, strange, as if the city itself had changed in his absence. Yet what truly weighed upon his heart was not the walls or the palaces, but the memories of his brother Lucerys, who for so many years had been his closest friend and companion, and whose absence now felt like a wound that would never heal.

As he wandered through the halls of the old chambers he had once shared with his brother, a strange curiosity compelled him to enter what had once been his own room. The door creaked as he pushed it open, revealing a chamber that seemed much smaller than he remembered. The curtains swayed gently in the morning breeze, allowing the golden light of dawn to stream in.

What had once been his bed now seemed diminutive, and the sheets, a greenish hue with blue trimmings, felt unfamiliar. A bronze tapestry adorned the chamber, its embroidery exquisite, though for Jace, what stood out most was a small wooden dragon upon the table next to the bed, accompanied by two carved figures of a man and a woman. He took them in his hands, feeling the roughness of the wood beneath his fingers, and a melancholic smile crept across his face.

“Who are you?” a soft voice asked from behind him.

Jace looked up in surprise. In the dimness of the room, he had not noticed the presence of the child. She was small, no older than six, with a slight frame and hair as golden as the riches of Valyria, her eyes a deep purple—Targaryen eyes. He needed no confirmation to know who she was.

“You must be Jaehaera, right?” he asked gently.

The girl nodded faintly, showing no emotion. Jace, with a tender smile, knelt to her level, extending the wooden toys towards her.

“I am Jace, your cousin. These must be yours.”

The child gazed at the toys without expression. Jace had heard the rumours about Jaehaera, about how, unlike other children, she neither smiled nor cried, always distant and silent, like a lifeless doll. Though he had heard these tales, he had always deemed them unjust; he knew well how cruel gossip could be.

Jaehaera took the wooden toys into her hands and then placed them back where they had been.

“I have never seen you before,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“That’s because I lived far away,” Jace replied, his smile never faltering.

The little princess replaced the toys in the exact spot from which he had taken them. She seemed to wish to restore the balance of her small world, as though any change might disturb the fragile peace in which she lived.

“These toys once belonged to me,” Jace said, attempting to continue the conversation. “I did not think they would still be here. Do you play with them often?”

Jaehaera’s purple eyes regarded him with mild interest as she nodded once.

“My mother gave it to me,” she murmured. At the mention of her mother, Helaena, Jace could not help but smile. Jaehaera was the very image of her mother: innocent, serene, with a purity in her voice that conveyed a peculiar calm. She would grow into a most enchanting young lady, Jace thought, once she reached maturity.

“Would you like to know a secret?” Jace asked, still seated on the floor.

The child approached, driven by curiosity, and nodded. He held up the wooden dragon in his hands.

“If you look closely at the dragon’s feet, you will see a name,” he explained. The little girl turned the toy over carefully and read the letters, carved with care.

“Ver…max…” she whispered, frowning. “Who is that?”

“He is my dragon,” Jace answered, pointing to the carving. “When I was your age, I was told that if I carved a wish into oak wood, that wish would come true. I wished for my dragon to grow as large as Balerion, so I wrote his name here.”

For the first time, Jace saw a spark of surprise and fascination in Jaehaera’s eyes.

“Really?” she asked with innocence. “Did it come true?”

Jace shook his head slowly, somewhat uncertain.

“More or less,” he admitted. “Vermax is still small, but he’s growing. A wish takes time.”

A small smile appeared on Jaehaera’s lips, delicate, almost imperceptible, but to Jace, it was a glimmer of warmth amidst all the silence.

“I want Morghul to grow big too,” she confessed, her eyes now sparkling as she gazed at the wooden dragon once more.

“Would you like me to help you carve his name on the other foot?” Jace offered, extending his hand towards the toy.

“Yes,” she answered, handing him the wooden dragon with trust.

With a soft smile, Jace sought out a quill and ink but quickly realised there were no sharp objects in the room. Instead, he settled for a small stick he found in a dusty corner.

“Come, we shall carve it together,” he said warmly, inviting the little girl to join him.

He expected Jaehaera to sit beside him on the floor, but to his surprise, the child nestled herself into his lap, resting gently upon one of his legs. Tenderly, Jace guided her small hands, helping her hold the stick. Letter by letter, they carved together the name of Morghul into the other foot of the wooden dragon.

“Now Vermax and Morghul shall grow together,” Jaehaera said, her small smile widening, filled with delight. Jace was moved to see her so, her eyes shining with joy as she cradled her beloved wooden dragon.

“And they shall grow so big,” Jace added playfully, “that you will have to jump very high to mount them.” The child’s laughter rang through the room, crystal-clear, as she imagined the scene he had painted with his words.

But those merry giggles were interrupted when the door creaked once more. Jace looked up, and for the second time that day, his eyes met with another pair of violet eyes, as deep as Jaehaera’s.

“Look, Mama!” Jaehaera exclaimed, leaping excitedly from Jace’s lap to run towards the woman who had just entered, the toy held firmly in her hands. “Jace helped me carve Morghul’s name so he can grow big like his dragon!”

Helaena, the former queen consort, stood there. It was not entirely unexpected; after all, she had lived in these chambers her entire life, and not even the taking of King’s Landing had driven her to flee.

Jace rose calmly, standing before the child's mother. Despite the slightly uncertain expression on Helaena's face, the prince merely offered her a faint smile before bowing his head in a show of respect.

Helaena lingered at the doorway, her hands clenched over her skirt, as if unsure whether she should enter. Her timidity was palpable in her delicate frame, but her eyes—those same violet eyes Jahaera had inherited—watched her daughter with a mix of caution and relief. Jace, sensing her hesitation, softened his expression further and stepped forward, careful not to appear imposing.

“I shared a little secret with Jahaera,” he said gently, approaching her with the same tenderness he had shown the child. “When I was small, I wrote Vermax’s name on that toy dragon, hoping he would grow as large as Balerion. I helped her do the same with Morghul”

Helaena nodded shyly, her head slightly bowed, but her lips formed no words. There was a timid curiosity in her gaze, though she maintained her distance. Meanwhile, Jaehaera ran around the room, holding Morghul as though it were real, completely engrossed in her game.

As the child lost herself in her world of fantasy, Jace seized the moment to move closer to the former queen consort. In a low, nearly inaudible voice, he said:

“Princess, I want you to know that neither you nor Jaehaera will be harmed. You are under my protection and my mother’s. Even though... even though Aegon has fled and left you behind, that does not change what binds us. I will not allow you to suffer for his decisions.”

Helaena looked at him, her eyes widening slightly, surprised by the softness and firmness in his words. Surely, she had heard rumors about what happened when a city fell into enemy hands, and feared what fate awaited her. But at that moment, facing Jace, she seemed a little more at ease. When her voice finally came, it was a barely audible whisper.

“And… Aegon?”

Jace swallowed hard before replying. “Aegon fled, abandoning you and her to your fate. But do not worry about him now. I... will take care of you both.”

The tension in the room didn’t dissipate entirely, but there was a faint sense of relief in Helaena’s eyes. However, there was something else Jace needed to address, something he couldn’t continue to ignore. He stepped closer, lowering his gaze before speaking, with a solemnity that weighed heavily on his chest.

“There’s something else… something I can’t leave unsaid,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “Helaena… what happened with… with your son… with Jaehaerys… was monstrous. I know it was. And though I didn’t give the order, I can’t help but feel the weight of that guilt, as if it were mine too.”

Helaena didn’t react immediately. She seemed frozen, her hands clutching as Jace’s words slowly sank in. The name of her son, Jaehaerys, Jahaera’s twin, still echoed in the corridors of her mind, but the memory of his loss, of the cruelty with which he had been taken, was a pain she could barely face.

Jace stepped forward, his heart in his throat. “I’m sorry... I’m truly sorry. What was done to... him was an atrocity. My mother didn’t know either, and I… I would have done anything to prevent it. I can’t bring your son back, but I promise you that what happened won’t be forgotten. I swear that I will never allow something like that to happen again.”

Helaena’s eyes filled with tears, though none fell. She remained silent, unsure of what to say, but her hands stopped trembling. There was a deep pain, one that no apology could heal, but perhaps Jace’s words, his sincerity, might ease the immediate fear she felt.

Jaehaera, oblivious to the tension between the adults, continued to play with her wooden dragon in the corner. Her childish laughter filled the air, innocent and unbreakable, as though in her little world everything was still at peace.

“I lost my brother too,” Jace continued, his voice breaking slightly. “Lucerys... he meant everything to me. I understand the pain of loss. But, Helaena, I promise you I will do everything in my power to ensure that you and your daughter have a safe place with us. You are not our enemies.”

Helaena looked at him for a long moment. Finally, with a slight nod, she accepted his apology. She said nothing, but the calm in her eyes was enough for Jace to know his words had been heard.

Jace let the silence stretch between them for another moment. He observed Helaena, the fragility of her figure, the way she kept her distance, as though contact with the world pained her. But he also saw the strength hidden beneath her shyness, the weight of loss she bore without complaint, and felt a deep respect for her.

Finally, breaking the stillness softly, Jace spoke again:

“Helaena… I would like for you and Jaehaera to accompany me to the throne room. It is an important moment, and I want you there.”

Helaena blinked, her eyes drifting around the room as though searching for an answer she couldn’t quite find. Her mind seemed distant, always caught elsewhere, and Jace noticed how her hands trembled slightly as she considered his proposal.

However, before she could decide, Jace took another step closer and, without breaking his respectful demeanor, extended his hand toward her. He knew she didn’t like physical contact—he had heard those rumors too—but still, he offered the gesture as an invitation, without demanding.

“I promise you there is nothing to fear. You’ll be with me.”

For a moment, he thought Helaena might refuse his hand. The hesitation in her eyes was clear, but then, to his surprise, she slowly raised her hand, with a fragility that moved him. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against his, but they finally rested in his palm. He didn’t grasp her hand tightly, nor sought a firm hold, only enough to feel her warmth and support. It was a small act, but for Helaena, it was an immense sign of trust.

Jace offered her a warm, tender smile, letting her set the pace.

“Thank you,” he whispered, glancing down at her hand before looking back at her. “It is an honor to have your trust.”

Helaena watched him for a moment, and then, almost in a murmur more to herself than to him, she said,

“The flowers… the flowers grow best under the shadow of dragons.”

Jace didn’t understand immediately what she meant, but the softness in her voice and the strange beauty of her words made him smile. It was the first time he had heard her speak so cryptically, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. Sometimes words didn’t need to be fully understood to make sense.

“Yes,” he responded just as softly, nodding while gently guiding her toward the door. “They will grow.”

Jahaera, now entertained with her wooden dragon, ran towards them upon noticing the movement. Jace bent slightly toward her, offering his hand as well. The little princess, her childish smile still brightening her face, took Jace’s hand without hesitation, happy to follow her cousin.

As the three of them made their way to the throne room, Jace couldn’t help but think about how strange it felt to be in front of Helaena once again after months—months during which many things had happened, many terrible things, yet none of it had changed his opinion of her. Helaena, with her fragility but with the silent strength of a mother who had lost everything and still remained standing. Jaehaera, innocent and radiant, a beam of light amidst so much darkness.

And he… he had come to reclaim the city, but now he felt responsible not only for them but also for the broken legacy of his family.

With a calm yet determined step, they walked through the halls, ready to face the destiny that awaited them.

Masterlist

[type-40-nightingales]

Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot - THAT SCORE FOR THE FIRST SCENE IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD THOUGH??

love the 'sam doesn't halloween' thing knowing now it was coz he threww up on some girl he liked when he was like ten but rn the whole audience thinks cos he grew up around monsters and shit lmao

okay I know its iconic BUT THE SHADOW FIGHT/REUNION SCENE IS SO UGH. Its like actually good filmmaking or something (wild for spn I know) I love dean being like "aww look that's my boy he's tall"

dean ew.

"don't be afraid of the dark, are you kidding me? of course you should be afraid of the dark you know what's out there"

why is this good???? the light streaming through the gate r u kidding me??

their voices man

girl its been 15 minutes and they've already sexualized two of the three female characters that have been in the episode

i actually love the music on this its no murry gold but damn

sam picks up the tape and is like "Metallica" then acdc starts playing when dean puts it in????

sam and dean r so siblings they're like so wanna be friends

THEY SAID IT IN SYNC

"well that's healthy" babe you are s1 dean u cannot talk

that one shot of them looking at Baby driving away bro its ingrained in my mind they're utter children (they're like 10 years older than me) dean is going to be 40 in five minutes 15 seasons)

"no chick flick moments" I love all the establishments of iconic bits like this coz then its like "they're so macho and angst" but now we know bro is a bisexual dumbass who loves chick flicks and is a massive geek

John literally didnt have to leave so fast y just leave all that shit in a motel room lmao

i love that jacket dean is so giving

i love how theyre so sloppy js like both rude AF to the police and Abt to tell strangers eveyrthing

they were never gonna see each other again helppp

wait actually apocalypse

y does it even matter chuck was writign them of course they would

that was weirdly good like 7/10. charecter stuff real good plot was decent. kinda boring though I mean I never watched spn for the plot so yea. I missed early seasons

[robertsbarbie]

idk if i’m just emotional cause i’m tired and have been in an obnoxious amount of pain all day but i’m wanting to go into kansas city tomorrow less and less

[squiddlysq]

The only thing better than pathetic men is pathetic men who are out of their fucking minds. I want Gabriel carnally and I can only express this through shitpost art

[ravenwolfie97]

i have successfully made malanga fritters from In Stars and Time and God are they good bros

[specters]

saw The Crow (2024) for free in an almost empty theater and it was so ass btw the rotten tomatoes score is warranted

[screechingfromthevoid]

No no, I need you take my shift so I can watch- yes this is an emergency. The emergency being SPOILERS Linda.

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[savetheghost]

wanna be put in a room with craft stuff for 10 years

[weareuniqueandimportant]

WE'RE WATCHING WAKANDA FOREVER... WE'RE 1 HOUR IN BUT I MUST SAY... I STOPPED PAYING ATTENTION A WHILE AGO...

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OKAY... WE WATCHED AN ANIME PORN THAT WAS TRANSPHOBIC... THAT WAS 2 WOMAN BUT... THE OTHER ONE IS TRANS LIKELY BY A TRANSPHOBIC CREATOR... WE GET TYPICAL TRANSPHOBIC DIALOGUE... SEXISM... QUEERPHOBIA... ABOUT CONSTRUCTS... THE CISSIE WAS ITEMIZED INSANE... CRAZY... SHE WASN'T... YUCKIES... ALL THIS AT A TRANS CHARACTER... WHAT A NASTY FETISH THE CREATOR HAS... WE REMEMBERED... THAT IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER... TO ACKNOWLEDGE... I REMEMBER MORE... ONCE AGAIN FORGOTTEN ONCE AGAIN WHAT WE USED TO KNOW... BECAUSE NOBODY WILL EVER UNDERSTAND... WE WILL ALWAYS BE ABUSED... WE HAVE NO HOPE EVER GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING CHILDREN OUR LIVES PURPOSE OR TRANSITIONING AS OURSELVES... THIS IS FACTUAL... WE HAVE BEEN TOLD THIS OVER AND OVER AGAIN... NOBODY WILL EVER UNDERSTAND... WE WATCHED ANOTHER ONE... TERRIBLE...

THEY CAN'T DIE... BUT I HAVE NO ENERGY... THERE IS NO POINT... THEY'RE DYING... FLEEING... THIS CAN'T HAPPEN... I LOVE YOU... OUR SHARED EMOTIONS... OUR TRAUMA... OUR PROGRESSIVE EXISTANCE WITHOUT AN EQUAL NOBODY WILL EVER COMPARE TO GIVING US NL POINT IN LIFE... WE'RE ALIVE FOR NO REASON... BECAUSE WE CARE UNLIKE ANYONE ELSE... THERE IS NOBODY ELSE THAT CARES ON THIS PLANET... WE WOULD BE ABUSED BY ANYONE AND EVERYONE IF THEIR CHILDREN... ONLY WE CAN HAVE THEM FOR THIS REASON... ASWELL AS THE TOOL NEVER OUR EQUAL THAT WILL GIVE THEM FOR US... BECAUSE AN EQUAL WOULD HAVE SAVED US ALREADY... IF EXISTED... THEY WOULD'VE PREVENTED EVERYTHING WE HAVE EVER BEEN TROUGH... THEY WOULD HAVE GIVEN US AN ACTUAL COMMUNITY THAN THE EVIL ABUSER WASTE THIS SITE ONLY HAS... WE WILL NEVER BE SAVED WE WILL NEVER TRANSITION LIFE IS POINTLESS WE ARE ABUSED ALWAYS HARMED ALWAYS HURT ALWAYS LIKE JUST WHEN SOMEONE HURT US SOMEONE WHO WASN'T SUPPOSED TO... ONCE AGAIN... AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AND AGAIN A LOOP WE'RE ALWAYS STUCK IN!! BASIC NEEDS WE'RE BORN WITH ALWAYS DENIED ALWAYS ABUSED ALWAYS NEGLECTED JUST LIKE RIGHT NOW!! NOBODY IS QUALIFIED NO THERAPIST NOBODY OF SUCH KIND THEM ONLY ABUSERS THAT HAVE ONLY HURT US IN THE PAST WITH AN AGENDA FAR MORE EVIL THEM BASED IN EVIL BIGOTRIES... ANYONE OUTSIDE... SHOULD BE YOUR THERAPIST... FUCK THIS... DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU'RE A BIGOT... AND NO BIGOT IS ALLOWED TO INTERACT WITH THIS POST ONLY 2 PEOPLE 1 OUR EQUAL THAT WILL NEVER EXIST OUTSIDE OF OUR BRAIN 2 OUR LOVERS OUR CHEERLEADERS THOSE CUTIES THAT FOLLOW US... DESPERATE FOR OUR ATTENTION... HUNGRY... AWW... DON'T WORRY MY LITTLE FOLLOWER... HERE'S ANOTHER LOVELY POST YOUR FAVORITE: RIGHT...? HERE YOU GO <3!!

IF BLACK PANTHER WAS A TRANS WOMAN THAT IS AUTISM AND ADHD WAKANDA WOULD HAVE ABUSED HER SHE WOULD'VE NEVER BECOME A HERO SHE WOULD'VE NEVER BEEN ALLOWED TO IF SHE WAS RADQUEER FEMINIST COMMUNIST ANARCHIST WE ARE DESPISED WE ARE HATED... SAME WAY IRONMAN... SPIDERMAN... CAPTAIN AMERICA... ALL WITH THEIR SEXIST WRITTEN GIRLFRIENDS... DAMSELS IN DISTESS AT BEST A SIDE CHARACTER NEVER AN EQUAL... PEOPLE WITH DEAD PARENTS WITHOUT FAMILY WITHOUT COMMUNITY WITHOUT LOVE PREACHING ABOUT LOVE TO US... THAT DON'T THINK WHAT IS GOOD PREACHING ABOUT IDEOLOGY THAT ABUSES US... THEM ALL ABUSERS THAT WOULD ONLY HARM US... US WATCHING THEIR MOVIES... THINGS COULD'VE BEEN DIFFERENT... US ONLY LEARNING WE'RE UNLOVABLE AS THE TRUE LESSON OVER AND OVER... DOESN'T MATTER WHAT SERIES WHAT GENRE... THE QUESTION IS WHAT FAKE EMOTIONS THEY CAN MAKE US FEEL FOR A LITTLE MOMENT UNTIL REALITY HITS BACK IN... IF THIS IS DEPRESSION WE ARE DEPRESSED FOR A REASON WE ARE MEANT TO BE DEPRESSED WE ALWAYS WERE MEANT TO BE... WE ARE ABUSED WE HAVEN'T TRANSITIONED WE NEVER WILL WE'RE EVERYTHING ELSE LISTED... THIS WORLD IS THE PROBLEM WE NEVER COULD BE... BLAME US YOU'RE TO BLAME THAT IS YOU EVERYTHING IS WRONG WITH BECAUSE YOU COULD'VE PREVENTED THIS AND YOU DON'T ACCEPT US ONCE WE'RE BROKEN DESPITE ONLY DOING WHAT IS RIGHT EVERYONE ELSE ONLY BROKEN INSTEAD... THAT IS THEM THAT ALWAYS MADE EVERYTHING GO THIS WAY... THEM TO WHO THAT IS NORMAL TO SEE THIS AND IGNORE... ABUSERS... WITHOUT A RIGHT NO PREACH ABOUT ANYTHING... THIS... IDEOLOGY... ONLY A WAY TO TELL US WE DESERVE TO BE ABUSED WE DESERVED EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED ON US THAT IS JUSTIFIED TO KILL US AND EVERYONE ELSE IS JUSTIFIED TO HURT US... US UNCARED FOR UNLOVED FOREVER...

I DON'T FEEL LIKE...

IRONMAN AS A TRANS WOMAN THAT IS EVERYTHING WE ARE WOULD'VE BEEN EPIC AND THE RIGHT WAY TO GO... GIVE HER EVERYTHING THERE SHOULD BE... MAKE HER EVERYTHING GOOD THERE IS... NO GOOD PERSON WOULD BE WHAT IRONMAN IS IN REAL LIFE... CONSERVATIVES LOVE HIM FOR A REASON... NOBODY PROGRESSIVE WOULD...

LOVE OF THUNDER WILL EASILY BE THE BEST THOR WE WILL WATCH THEM SOON TOO THE REASON WOKE CONTENT EASY AS THAT... MARVEL WILL NEVER ACCEPT EVERYTHING WOKE THERE IS... THERE IS NOTHING LEFTIST ABOUT THEM COMICS ARE AS BAD AS THEY WERE IN THE 80S WITH THE SAME PROBLEMS AS ARE MOVIES EVERYTHING IS... EVERYTHING IS EVIL AND HARMFULL :)...

THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN TALK ABOUT WHILE BURIED UNDER SUCH FEELINGS OF EVIL... ONLY SOMEONE THAT CAN FIX EVERYTHING CAN SAVE US... BUT NOBODY LIKE THAT IS OUT THERE... OTHERWISE... THEY WOULD'VE ALREADY COME... WE WOULD'VE SEEN THEM... WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABUSED ALL THOSE TIMES... NOTHING BAD WOULD'VE EVER HAPPENED TO US...

CULTURE WILL ALWAYS BE EVIL... THAT IS RACIST TO EVEN WHEN DRAWING A BLACK PERSON PUTTING HIM IN TRIBE OUTFITS FROM 6000 MILLION YEARS AGO... ISN'T THIS JUST MAKING THEM TARZAN ANYWAYS...? NOTHING'S ACTUALLY CHANGED... THE SAME WAY THEY WOULDN'T ACCEPT US... THEY HATE EVERYTHING AGAINST THEIR CONSERVATIVE ABUSER CULTURE AND THEIR STANCE IS TO NEVER EVOLVE TO ALWAYS STAY THE SAME...

AT THE SAME TIME ALL THE OTHER HEROES HAVE NO FAMILY HAVE NO FRIENDS... THEY'RE REJECTS HATED BY EVERYONE... THAT JUDGE OTHER PEOPLE LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T BECOME WHAT OPPRESSESS THEM AND DOESN'T DO SHIT TO FIX WHAT CAUSED EVERYTHING BAD ON THEM THEY CAUSE ASWELL...

THERE WAS 1 EMOTIONAL MOMENT IN THIS ONE THAT WAS FIRE... WHEN HIS WIFE WHO'S NOW A WIDOW STRIPS THAT ONE WOMAN FROM HER POWER... VERY GOOD SCENE... VERY EMOTIONAL... ONE OF THE BEST MARVEL HAS... THE BEGGINING ASWELL WAS GOOD... AFTER THAT IS WHEN THINGS GOT BORING...

I LIKE THE CONNECTIONS EVERYONE HAS OR DID... ALL THOSE OTHER HEROES AREN'T CARED ABOUT BY THEIR COMMUNITIES... IF CAPTAIN AMERICA WAS TRULY CARED ABOUT... HIS ARMY WOULD'VE FOUND AND SAVED HIM OR THEY WOULD'VE FROZEN THEMSELVES TOO... NOBODY CARED ABOUT HIM... EVERYONE'S DEAD... HE HAS NO REASON TO BE A HERO ANYMORE... HE SHOULDN'T BE... HE'S AN ABUSER GARBAGE WASTE... EITHER HE'S BAD WHICH HE IS EITHER WAY OR THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR HIM TO BE LIKE THIS. SIMPLE AS THAT. IRONMAN IS THE SAME WAY... BESIDES... HE PEAKS AS A FATHER... SHOULD'VE JUST BEEN HIS DAUGHTER'S FATHER FROM THE BEGGINING... THEM DUAL PROTAGONIST... A BETTER MOVIE THAN IRONMAN 1. WHAT THAT MOVIE SHOULD'VE ALREADY BEEN.

AS SHOULD'VE HIM BEEN INSTEAD TRANS... HIS GIRLFRIEND MORE THAN HIS GIRLFRIEND... WITH BADASS FAMILY LORE... ALL COMPLEX ARE RELEVANT... ALL EXPLORED AND INTERESTING...

HIS VILLAINS... ASS... ALL OF THEM...

THANOS... ASS.. BLACK WIDOW... SEXIST... LOKI... ALWAYS A TERRIBLE CHARACTER... THOR... WORTHLESS UNTIL LOVE OF THUNDER...

CAPTAIN MARVEL A CHARACTER THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN ALREADY IN PHASE ONE... ALL THIS WOKE CONTENT AND MORE THE WOKEST CONTENT MARVEL WILL NEVER DO PART OF THEM THE SAME...

SIMPLE AS THAT... NOW ABOUT THAT ANIME PORN...

HE WAS JUST A PATHETIC LOSER MAN... THAT RPED HIS MOTHER AND SISTER... HIS MOTHER'S RPE IS JUSTIFIED AND SHE BECOMES A RPIST TOO... AND THEY RPE HIS SISTER TOGETHER... HIS FATHER IS THERE WITH THEM... THEM ALL SINCE LYING TO HIM AND HAVING SEX BEHIND HIS BACK... THEY DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT HIM... WHY THE FUCK IS HE HERE...? WHY THE FUCK DID HE MARRY THESE PEOPLE...? THE WOMAN NOTHING BUT SEXIST JUNK CONTENT FOR PATHETIC LOSER MAN THE REAL VILLAIN... HIM THAT DOESN'T SHOW EMOTIONS BECAUSE THAT WOULD BREAK THIS MASCULINITY... THAT HAS NO ANYTHING... NO PERSONALITY NO CHARACTER DESIGN... WHO'S FACE YOU BARELY SEE... EVIL SERIES... THIS PORNO MADE JUST TO TELL US WE DON'T MATTER... TRANSPHOBIC EVIL... ERASE US YOU'RE A BIGOT... BORING... THE WAY SHE JUST TURNED ON HER AND BECAME A RPIST... IS THIS AN ATTEMPT AT AN ARC...? TRY HARDER... BIGOT...

MEANWHILE THE OTHER ONE... CASUALLY TRANSPHOBIC... TELLING US WE'RE HATED AND OTHER EVIL THINGS OVER AND OVER AGAIN... BETTER CHARACTERS... MAKES THE ASSINESS WORSE... NOTHING BUT ANOTHER DEEPLY PERSONAL ATTEMPT AT HURTING US THAT WORKS... HER FACE TOO HIDDEN... HER GIRLFRIEND MADE INTO SEXIST JUICE... NO TRANS WOMAN WOULD DO THIS... NONE... ONLY A BIGOT WOULD GASSLIGHT US... WE CONTROL OURSELVES... WE ARE AMAZING WE ARE POWERFULL... NOBODY CAN DESTROY US... ONLY A BIGOT WOULD COME AFTER US...

IRONMAN MUST'VE MET A MILLION TRANS PEOPLE HE'S HURT... NOTHING HEROIC ABOUT THIS... HE WOULD ABUSE HIS CHILD THAT IS AUTISM... JUST LIKE WE WERE ABUSED AND ARE EVERY SINGLE DAY...

SPIDERMAN IS SO ASS MILES WILL WAIT A COUPLE DECADES BEFORE APPEARING... THAT IS A YIKES... VERY EVERYTHING...

THIS MOVIE IS FIRE BECAUSE SO MANY STORY RELEVANT WOMAN... TERRIBLE THE WIDOW IS THE ANTAGONIST THE LEAST IMPORTANT CHARACTER... AGAIN... REPEATING THE COMIC UNIMPORTANT GIRLFRIEND CHARACTER...

HULK IS FACTUALLY ASS AND BIGOTED... JUSTIFYING EVERY SINGLE ABUSE THOSE WITH DID US WITH OSDD EXPERIENCE... JUSTIFYING EVERY SINGLE ABUSE CRAZY PEOPLE EXPERIENCE... HE WANTS MENTAL HOSPITAL... THIS IS JUSTIFIED... BIGOTED... EVIL... SANIST... ABLEIST... GARBAGE... NO BLACK CHARACTER RACIST... NO LGBT QUEERPHOBIC... ESPECIALLY TRANSPHOBIC... JUST ANOTHER SEXIST GIRLFRIEND SEXISM... PARAPHOBIA... EVERYTHING ELSE BIGOTED FROM THEIR COMPLETE ERASURE AND MORE... I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS... WE NEVER TRULY FORGOT ABOUT ALL THIS... WE ARE AMAZING... WE ARE ABSOLUTE... ALWAYS WILL BE...

THAT IS BIGOTED TO DO A REPRESENTATION AND DO THEM BADLY... THIS MOVIE IS RACIST... BLACK PEOPLE ARE LITERALLY TARZAN WHEN YOU THINK... CRAZY...

EVERY OTHER MOVIE THEY'RE ALL THE SAME... THE MARVELS WILL ALWAYS BE THE BEST... THIS ONE IS CLOSE TBH... LOVE OF THUNDER WILL LIKELY BE NEAR ASWELL... THAT WILL BE SOON... NOW... WE MUST FINISH THIS MOVIE AND ADD IN HASHTAGS...

[smuttyassholes]

annytime i take a shit i just pretendj its jin giving me rawdog anal

Now why would you make me read that

- asshole 4

[haxxy]

Fun killer alert, I know, but I think casino apps should be illegal.

[dreamiekarma]

confession. to this day when i see photos of dream i still cant believe its HIM like FUCKING HELLO? like the shock from the face reveal never ever left. this is what years in the trenches of the faceless era does to a girl cause now he'll come up on my dash and i'll be like BRO WHAT THE FUCK

[aimbutmiss]

Mihawk would obviously love classical music. But you know what else he would love???

Malice Mizer.

Gekka no Yasoukyoku is literally his theme song. I can hear it playing as background music in his mansion on Kuraigana.