#hate source hate source

[lovestarvedcupid]

draw them, so not without them, distraction

very sane without, as can see (am not)

[spark-circuit]

okay listen. i know there's already one video about The Fucking Creep out there. but i NEED to share one of my favourite Creep Moments.

[persona-brainrot-real]

Sae Niijima is such a good character it drives me insane a little. She's not a mother nor a maternal or doting older sister but instead a twenty four year old who was thrown into a position of responsibility that she never asked for. She loves Makoto just as much as she resents her and its so apparent every time they talk up until November. "Are you studying?" (I want you to do well) (I need you to get a job and stop making my life harder) "I'll use any method necessary to get this promotion" (Life will be easier for us) (So stop distracting me with your problems) "Focus on your future" (I know that you're capable) (I can't afford to waste my time on you, so stop wasting time on others)

Makoto is not only the sole reason she pushes as hard as she does for a promotion, for success, and the reason that she loses herself in her animosity over her fathers death, but also someone she can't stand for so long. Makoto was 14-15 when their father died. Sae was 21. As soon as she got the career she wanted and things started to look up, her stability was robbed from her and she was disillusioned with the system that her father had taught her to rely on and completely adhere to. How do you manage, the daughter of a cop, following his footsteps towards law enforcement, when you're suddenly reminded of how unfair it is? You can't quit, your little sister relies on you and she's so young and struggling just as badly with this grief. So you pick yourself up and you get moving again. You push harder, press further. You abandon your morals and your ethics because punishing criminals (guilty or not) is almost like punishing the man who killed your father.

And the whole time she's fighting for promotions, going for drinks with the SIU Director to make herself more favourable for promotions, trying to navigate being a woman in a competitive, suffocating, male-dominated field, falling behind despite doing so much where others are promoted for doing so little - all the while your little sister comes back from school and her biggest issues are so small compared to yours.

Persona 5 revolves so heavily around grief and loss and change and Sae embodies all of that so well, all of the sharp and unpleasant and jagged parts of grief.

[bamsara]

is it burn-out, chronic illness, or trauma causing this? a novel by me

[wolvietxt]

ᰔ i want you !

↳ bucky barnes x female reader

you’re sitting on the couch with your knees pulled up, cradling a chipped mug between your hands, steam curling up past your cheek. it’s late — later than either of you meant to stay up — but neither of you have moved. neither of you have said a word about heading to bed.

bucky’s across the room. not far, not close. his elbow is braced on the armrest, fingers pressed to his mouth like he’s thinking. or hiding something. the soft light from the kitchen cuts across his face, all shadow and bone. his hair’s tucked behind one ear, a little messy, a little damp. he must’ve showered an hour ago. maybe more. you can still smell his soap from here. warm, cedar and clean linen. it makes your chest tight.

he watches you sometimes when he thinks you won’t notice. quiet glances. slow ones. like he’s memorizing. like he’s not sure how long he’ll be allowed to look.

you notice every time.

you shift your weight, your knee brushing the blanket thrown over your lap. bucky’s eyes flicker down to the movement, then back up. caught again. you give him a small smile, soft and tired. he doesn’t smile back. not because he’s upset — he just looks… stuck.

“you tired?” you ask gently, breaking the quiet.

his voice is low. hoarse. “nah.”

you wait. he doesn’t offer anything else.

the air feels thick between you, but not in a bad way. more like something waiting to happen. something that’s been waiting. you sip your tea and look at the tv, even though nothing’s playing. just the home screen. you haven’t touched the remote in an hour.

he shifts, and you glance at him again. he’s still watching you, eyes softer now. a little worn down. like the edges of a well-loved book.

“you okay?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

he exhales. slow. heavy. his metal fingers twitch on his thigh. “yeah.”

it’s not really an answer, but it’s bucky, so you don’t push. he never says what he’s really feeling until it’s too big to hide.

you wonder if he knows how obvious he is. how your heart stumbles every time he walks into the room. how sometimes, when your hands brush, you think you’ll burn from it. how you fall asleep thinking about the way his voice gets low when he says your name.

you wonder if he feels it too.

his gaze drops to your mug. “that tea?”

you nod. “chamomile. helps me sleep.”

he hums, quiet. “you haven’t touched it much.”

“haven’t really been tired,” you admit.

“me neither.”

there’s another silence, this one heavier than the last. you feel it settle in your chest. maybe it’s now or never.

you look over at him. “can i ask you something?”

he nods. slowly. “course.”

“what’re you always thinking about when you look at me like that?”

he goes still.

his hand falls from his mouth. rests in his lap. you watch the way his throat bobs with a swallow, the way his jaw tenses. he doesn’t answer, not right away.

you don’t take it back. you don’t fill the silence.

finally, he says, “it’s not something i should say out loud.”

“why not?”

he shifts again, leaning forward now. his elbows on his knees, head bowed slightly. he looks tired. he looks like he wants to say something so badly it hurts.

“’cause if i do,” he murmurs, “i won’t be able to stop.”

your heart thuds.

he looks up, and this time, the weight in his eyes knocks the breath from your lungs.

“you ever want something so bad you think maybe you imagined it?” he says. “like… if you even say it out loud, it’ll vanish. or maybe it was never real to begin with.”

you blink slowly. your fingers tighten around the mug.

“yeah,” you whisper.

he nods, eyes never leaving yours. “that’s what it feels like with you.”

your breath catches.

you set the mug down, hands suddenly useless.

bucky’s still watching you, like he’s waiting for you to pull away. to say he got it all wrong. that he crossed a line.

you don’t.

you slide your legs off the couch and stand. slowly, so he can stop you if he wants. he doesn’t. you walk the short distance between you, and he tilts his head up to keep his eyes on you.

you sit beside him. close. close enough your knees brush, close enough you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. his hands are curled into fists.

you reach out and gently unfold one.

his metal fingers are cool against your palm, but they twitch like they’re trying not to grip back.

“you didn’t imagine it,” you whisper. “i feel it too.”

his eyes fall shut like the words knock something loose in him. and when he opens them again, he’s looking at you like you hung the stars. like he’s been starving for this.

he still doesn’t kiss you. he doesn’t even move. just stays still, breathing hard, staring at you like he’s afraid if he blinks you’ll be gone.

you squeeze his hand.

“you can say it,” you whisper. “if you want.”

he swallows again. then, so quiet you almost miss it:

“i want you.”

his voice cracks on the last word. like it’s too full. like it’s been buried too long.

you lean in, your forehead brushing his. his hand tightens in yours.

“then you have me,” you whisper.

and for the first time in what feels like forever, bucky exhales like he can breathe again.

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[bunglegrindd]

ok bro

[ayakapartx]

shadowheart has the shoujo filter on when shes romanced, laezel hijacked my brain and now shes taking over all the illustrations

I LOVE DRAWING GITHYANKI EARS

[arminthada]

He was your first love, but you are my first love. Since I was born, I've never felt affection for anyone, until I met you.

THE EMPRESS OF AYODHAYA (2024) dir. Sant Srikaewlaw

[laceykouture]

me core 🎀

[thedemonraym]

if anyone's looking for the actual source of the "new" set photos found today—

they were all taken by Robert Wilson, a set photographer on GO 2 (the gallery on the website includes pictures of the set and other actors, btw)

[incorrecttwsted]

[delzinrowe]

incorrect jjk quotes [39/?]

[rock-omelette]

I think it always goes unsaid (thus forgotten) that in order to believe Stobotnik "matches" e/o's freak, as it were, Stone believes much of the same things Robotnik does. You need to understand people like Stone DO believe they're better than you. Worse than that; they're RIGHT.

They're BOTH psychopathic (they relish in the pain and suffering of others, especially those they deem subordinate or below them. Read: everyone.) but where Robotnik's psychopathy dips into narcissism, Stone's psychopathy dips into Machiavellianism. Kindness and empathy--at best, means nothing to him, and at worst, is deemed fucking stupid. He views others in a range of usefulness.

Stone is not a man without emotions, but they are separate, and they are considered bias in the long term achievement of goals. Sure he can ACT empathetic, that's easy. Being charming and acting sweet and kind it's easy. Crucially, to Stone, it is an important and useful manipulation tactic. Personally, I think the only person Stone has ever, and truly could love is Robotnik. On top of everything, Ivo GETS IT. Ivo is the only one Stone believes IS worthy of respect, who can put his money where his mouth is, every time, and does better than you can ever imagine. Ivo IS the pinnacle of success. And to not SEE this, in Stone's eyes, is fucking stupid. He genuinely, sincerely, from the bottom of his fucking heart and soul believes that being unable to SEE how powerful Ivo is STUPIDITY IN THE HIGHEST ORDER.

Emotions are an indulgence for Stone, and thats what his love for Ivo is. To choose and love Ivo--in Stone's eyes--is the one, selfish indulgence he ever lets himself have, regardless of any long term goals. You need to understand that Stone WANTS Ivo, and he fucking GETS what he wants, regardless of Ivo's opinion on the matter btw. This is pillar of Stone's character, to me. Which is why reading fics where Stone is kinder or more compassionate than this doesn't quite scratch the itch that I have about it

[warrior-of-storms]

Okay but do you know what really gets me?

There's no one left in-universe who can or will talk about Jaybin as he really was.

Bruce is the founder of the Jaybin Slander Department;

Alfred is no better.

Dick wasn't around much, didn't know him that well.

If Barbara ever interacted with him in his original run, I haven't found it yet.

I mean, he had some interactions with the Teen Titans, but was he really close with any of them?

I suppose Gordon could, assuming he isn't in on the Jason-bashing. I haven't seen it but I could be missing something.

And, well, Jason... somehow, I don't think anyone's asking Jason what he was like as a kid, nor is he really a reliable source. Autobiographical memory is weird.

No one in-universe will ever really talk about this bright, friendly, eager kid, and it's a tragedy.

He was smart and clever and had so much compassion.

He wanted so badly to help people, and he found joy in his work as Robin.

He had a dramatic flair and he was kind of a nerd and he was really funny on occasion.

He was so deeply, fundamentally good, and the fact that somehow his legacy has been twisted into one of anger and recklessness is honestly a crime.

It makes me so desperately sad that there's not a single character who can even start to undo the lasting damage of a four-decade smear campaign against a kid who did nothing to deserve it.

[incorrect-thunderbolts]

Yelena: We are screwed.

Alexei: Hey, no, hey. I don't wanna hear that defeatist attitude... I wanna hear you upbeat!

Yelena: [more upbeat] We are screwed!

Alexei: There ya go.