#i don't hate them i hate the writing

[painandmovies]

I by no means hate them, but low key Sex Education is just an example of how the bullied take the low road and become the self-absorbed jerks they used to hate:

Otis, Eric-> going on to be whiny babies who think they can do no wrong after the years of bullying they received and unpopular status they lived with, blaming everyone in their path including Jean for stupid and selfish reasons and Eric not even seeming to feel bad for the events of last seasons even giving Adam advice like he's some wise spokesperson for self-love, completely ignoring the way he hasn't exactly treated people with kindness with not one, but TWO people he's cheated on,

while the popular bullies (Ruby, Adam..) went on to gain character development through life and make something of themselves, completely flipping the script of what a promising future looked like through school.

And that is certainly...something. I don't know what, but..

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[bluerosefox]

Fun House Mirror

Sooooo

You know that DPxDC Aus where Danny and Sam are the reincarnation of Thomas and Martha Wayne but like gender reverse (basicly Martha is now Danny, and Thomas is now Sam)

WHAT IF

In the DPverse they are and a deaged Dani (who destabilized again and they used Sam's DNA to save her) is that universes 'Bruce'.

What if during a Fenton experiment (nothing bad, it just went a little haywire when Danny was visiting his parents with Sam and Ellie), the three accidentally get sent to the DCverse (it spits them out maybe in Wayne Manor?! The Batcave?! The freaking alley they died in?!?!)

When they are found by either Batman or one of the birds they are taken aback just how similar the three look like a young Martha, Thomas, and Bruce!

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

how's the other guy holding up

[inkskinned]

did you really let them ruin that for you?

when i was younger i worked on a farm for 3 years. during late july and august we would have unfettered access to the strawberry plots. they were all warm and ripe and fresh. i think i ate a pound of dirt back then. i think i picked enough seeds out of my teeth to build a temple. the summer hours are long; i'd come home with the bruising stain of juice running in a seam along my cheeks and fingers and jaw.

why didn't you protect your precious things from other people? you knew this could happen.

i can't eat strawberries from the store anymore, they don't taste right. something about the florescent lights and the chill of them and the way they are absent from the vine. they feel bleached and bland, a wasted party dress. i watch other people eat strawberries and miss enjoying them. none of the store-bought strawberries will have mold or bugs, okay. they will be big and bright red and perfectly shaped. but they are not the ugly and real strawberries of my summer, awarded by the soil and the hot sun up ahead and hours spent crouched, plucking.

i didn't mean to let it get ruined. i wish it hadn't been. i miss having it. but i came back to it afterward and it just wasn't the same as it had been. i know love is never wasted. but it feels like - love did this. it's not that i never loved it, you know? it's that i did.

[dimeadozencows]

I redrew rambs sprites is there a power strip emoji

🔌 does this count

The descriptions I gave each expression are what they're called in the files :]

Like and subscribe if you'd shed a tear for a bloke who does fuck all

[neves-trouble]

Taash positivity post!!! ♥️♥️♥️

Taash genuinely means so much to me. They're just such a beautiful, important character that deserves all the happiness in Thedas. It hurts to constantly see so much hate directed towards them, so I'm putting more Taash love out into the world!

First off, I'd never heard a character say they were nonbinary before, so watching Taash discover who they are was so special to watch. A Little Dragon Hatches still makes me tear up every time, and getting to hear my Rook talk about their gender to them during that initial conversation just felt so deeply personal and relieving to hear. Some of the things Taash describe, both about gender and about how they feel things hit so close to home for me.

Their love of dragons and how excited they get whenever they hear the word "dragon" is just so endearing. I love when characters are passionate about something! Plus they're genuinely one of the funniest companions in Dragon Age. Half of their banters have me laughing and the other half has me crying.

And their relationship with Shathann!!! They way they love each other so much but they don't know how to show it, and they're just struggling with their culture and gender norms and all of it and they can never truly make up. They never get to talk it out. But Shathann still made sure that Taash knew that she accepted them and loved them in the end. Their final quest is one that makes me sob every single time.

They check on Karash! They feed the birds! They're the dragon hunter but they respect dragons so much and only kill them when necessary!!! And they care so much about their companions and Rook and they might not show it in a typical way but they love them so much!!!

Also they're adorable and gorgeous as hell!!! They're such a beautifully made character both in terms of writing and design.

Tldr: Taash is very lovely and I absolutely adore them

[rowyndodendron]

Diomedes really cranked the "simp-o-meter for Odysseus" from 0 to 12 in approximately 0.6 seconds in book 10 (choose ur spy buddy) and im snort-laughing.

Partially because of how Unnecessarily Extra Diomedes is.

And then even more so because of how Extremely Done Odysseus is in his reply (every time he uses the "long-suffering Odysseus" epithet i fucking DIE laughing. I can FEEL the -_-)

But also, because I feel like the opposite is more typical (Odysseus having the flowery flattering speeches and Diomedes just, like, "read at 2pm"-ing him in return):

I am choosing to headcanon that Dio is very subtly/very gently teasing/mocking Odysseus. And that Ody has done the "oh i pick Diomedes the incredible, the unmatchable, unwinnable force of the gods' will!!!" thing to him recently and Dio is now just throwing it back at him in a "do u hear what u sound like when u talk???" Kind of way.

Which is why Ody is peak "i am Unamused by this, diomedes" in the scene. Because he knows he's being gently roasted in a way the others likely won't pick up on/which is Just For Him.

And i think that's beautiful

[crimsonmonsoon]

Some Knockout and Breakdown from last month <3 They're my favorite married couple, ofc.

(slowly catching my blog up to my current art. Rip it is an endeavor)

[ultravioletbrit]

“murder” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 312 words

“I want a crow.” Regulus announces as he passes the last of a joint back to James.

Regulus and James were bored. It’s a Sunday night, they don’t have any classes tomorrow, all their friends are busy, and James had a joint left over from the party last weekend.

One thing led to another and now Regulus is lying on his back on the floor with his hands in the air. He interlocks his thumbs and is flapping his hands like a bird.

“You want a what?” James giggles from where he’s lying on the couch.

“A crow.” Regulus repeats. “You know… like the bird.” He flaps his hands in James’ direction for emphasis.

“Why do you want a crow?”

“Because they’re really smart and if you’re going to get a bird, you should definitely get a crow.” Regulus tells him.

“Who said I wanted to get a bird?” James asks.

“I did! Right now. Aren’t you listening?” Regulus drops his hands and rolls on his side to look at James.

“Sorry, love. I thought you wanted a crow.” James smiles at him.

“We should both get crows. We should get a whole murder of crows!” Regulus says excitedly as he crawls towards the couch.

“You want to murder the crows?” James asks with wide eyes.

“No, silly, that’s what a group of crows is called.” Regulus giggles and climbs up on the couch to snuggle in beside James. “We should get a whole group of crows, and we can feed them, and they’ll bring us little gifts.” Regulus yawns and cuddles even closer to James.

“Will they, now?” James says sweetly and wraps his arms around Regulus.

“Yup. That’s what they do.” Regulus says but his words are slurred with sleep and his breathing evens out almost immediately.

James squeezes Regulus one more time before he also falls asleep and has a very weird dream about crows.

[lukazade]

These kids are NOT studying rn

[spiritsglade]

titans: beast world tour: gotham presents a jason todd who recognizes his own choice to kill as one that is fundamentally from a place of hurt & anger, lashing out because "i didn't get a fair shake, so why should anyone else?" it's a comic that specifically identifies that jason's claims about helping gotham are him lying to himself, a shield over his true selfish motivation.

there's a general critique here about how street-level vigilantes target the "thieves, drug dealers, gun-runners" instead of politicians and cops, the systemic injustices that push people into poverty, desperation, and crime in the first place. but it's a story about red hood, so while there is the implicit claim that vigilantes are approaching the problem wrong - treating the symptoms but not the disease - the explicit shots of jason filling hallways and rooms with corpses means this translates to a critique of his actions and his decision to kill.

the red hood story in titans: beast world tour: gotham is written by gretchen felker-martin. she's the writer on this new red hood solo, where we know for a fact that he will be killing a lot of people.

it means, if i had to guess, that his depiction in the solo will highlight similar flaws: demonstrate that his motivation for killing is hypocritical, selfishly motivated, and ultimately not contributing to any greater cause.

which would be fresh and different characterization. it's pretty much guaranteed to be different, given that jason hasn't properly been "killing a lot" since the olden days of post-crisis. it would be new. i don't think it's going to be new in a way that i like, but hey, who knows. i could love what comes out of this. i could hate it. at least it promises to be interesting.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the ask prompt game...

Spirk #17 to distract

"Report," Kirk ordered. The word buzzed low against Spock's ear, quiet and audibly tense.

"Less than two minutes until they reach our location, Captain," Spock replied promptly. "Commander Scott will need at least another eight before the transporter is operable again." His voice was equally hush, despite their perceived solitude. He had seen carelessness take far too many lives during his time in Starfleet; he would not allow it to take his captain as well - and, illogically, Spock could not quite dispense of the phantom sensation of eyes on the back of his neck.

"We'll need to bluff it," Kirk decided, looking grim.

His gaze was strangely intense against Spock, full of rioting emotion, and, almost, Spock wished to look away. He did not. Instead, he nodded, holding steady eye contact.

The odds, Spock knew, that Kirk's gambit - whatever it may be - would succeed were... poor. The guards had, after all, seen their faces. But Kirk would keep fighting right until the bitter end, and Spock, of course, would be right beside him.

Solemn, he vowed, "I shall follow your lead," though he knew Kirk would not have doubted it. Still, the unnecessary words were well worth the way the tension around Kirk's eyes melted away, the somber set of his mouth slipping instead into a golden-edged smile.

Almost wonderingly, a soft chuckle fell from those lips, incongruous in their surroundings and entirely treasured. "What would I do without you?" Kirk asked, reaching up to exert gentle pressure on Spock's bicep.

I pray you never need find out, Spock made to say, getting only so far as drawing in breath before the sound of distant footsteps drew them both from their quiet moment, snuffing the words before they could take shape. "Eighteen seconds," he said instead, after rapidly adjusting his calculations. Faster than anticipated.

Kirk nodded, some unreadable emotion hiding in the soft crease between his brows.

"Forgive me, Mr. Spock," Kirk said softly, and Spock did not have time to question what he meant before Kirk was pulling him down by his shirt, dragging their lips together with great urgency.

Quite suddenly, Spock found that his mind was entirely blank. Strange heat flickered through his whole form, and his universe narrowed to only Kirk, all soft and human-warm, who was pressed flush to his chest and kissing him.

One, then two seconds stuttered by in which Spock thought no thoughts at all, struck utterly motionless in the face of such unexpected attentions. He only felt, swept away by the sensation of pliant lips against his own and warm fingers stroking through his hair, gently mussing.

The very first thought to break to the surface was simply, Jim. A wave of emotion flooded in with it, astonishment and affection sweeping over him in such quantities that he felt nearly lightheaded.

The second was, We will be caught, and Spock jolted as something near to panic rose up inside his gullet, urging him to take Jim into his arms and run.

The third, however, was not his own; it was pressed into his katra from the outside by Jim's careful fingers, his clever mind slipping easily past Spock's shields. Play along, he said, projecting deliberate calm through their connection. Still, Jim was unpracticed in telepathic arts, and beneath that false serenity Spock could feel a tangle of guilt and determination, bitter and writhing.

The truth came to Spock in one fell swoop.

Jim's gambit... was this.

His lips and his hands, which pressed themselves so tenderly to Spock's skin, were not for him.

It was not love which had drawn his captain into his arms, but mere utility. Jim had realized what Spock had not: though they could not hide themselves, they could, perhaps, distract from themselves.

Two men attempting to look inconspicuous would only draw suspicion. Two men locked in a romantic embrace, however, may be overlooked - or even deliberately ignored. Few were comfortable with looking closely at the private passions of strangers, and fewer still would see reason to. Those searching for them, Spock hoped, would not. There would be no logic in halting an escape attempt solely for a kiss, after all.

Therefore, in order to escape unnoticed, they must be convincing.

They must seem, to any observers, to be completely and entirely immersed in one another, with no care for anything going on in their surroundings, and no fear of discovery.

Two lives, purchased with a kiss.

It was entirely logical, then, for Spock to part his lips, inviting Jim's tongue to dip inside of the wet cave of his mouth and meeting it with his own. If a groan rumbled deep within his chest, it could surely only help their cause; there was no need to swallow it down.

This disguise would, Spock observed as Jim's tongue flicked gently at his mouth, be far easier to maintain than it had any right to be.

It was a terribly simple matter for a man in love to behave as though he were a man in love.

The difficult part, then, would be remembering that it was a ruse. Already, heat bubbled deep within Spock, aching want suffusing his every neuron. Every faint brush of flesh sent golden tendrils of telepathic energy sparking across his skin, and it was all Spock could manage to hold himself back from pressing hungry fingers to Jim's meldpoints and sinking into that wonderfully enticing mind.

Instead, Spock slipped a hand beneath the hem of Jim's shirt, rucking up the cloth until he was tracing patterns across a smooth expanse of golden skin. He flexed his hand, allowing his nails to scratch carefully along Jim's spine, and did not permit himself to consider reaching upwards, to Jim's face - or worse: downwards, beyond the waistband of his pants.

He wondered if Jim would have chosen this, had he known how very much Spock wanted.

Perhaps it was selfish of Spock to allow it.

Still, he could not force himself away - not when Jim's life was at stake. The kiss was his lifeline, and so the kiss must remain.

The touch of their minds, however, did nothing to aid Jim. It was solely for Spock's benefit, taken from Jim without his knowledge or intent.

That, Spock could end.

If Jim was to unknowingly place himself into the hands of someone who wanted more than he would wish to give, then Spock would take it upon himself to be his protector - even if the one he must protect against was himself.

And so, Spock opened himself to every offered touch, and girded his mind against every stray thought, until not a single wisp of golden energy could find its way past his defenses.

When Jim's thigh nudged its way between Spock's legs, Spock spread his stance wider, allowing him to press closer, and did not let himself feel. His hands grasped and squeezed at the soft flesh beneath them, drawing quiet gasps from a pink-flushed throat, and no pleasant hum buzzed against his fingertips, carrying with it the flavor of human emotion. Jim nipped at his lips and pet at his hair, and Spock pressed every scrap of yearning deep down within himself to where they couldn't emerge.

Eyes closed and spirit aching, Spock kissed him.

_____________

from this ask game

[khaire-traveler]

Honestly, I'd love to write a respectful retelling of the Hermes and Crocus myth someday, as well as the Hyacinthus and Apollo one. Those myths just connect strongly with me, personally, for some reason, and I have a deep love for them. The thing that often stops me is the overall negative perception of retellings in the HelPol community. Some people get rabid over them. ☠️ I fear nothing I write, regardless of how meticulously I try to write it, would ever be good enough for the wider community, and I'm sure I'm not the only writer in HelPol who avoids writing retellings due to this. I would do my best to be respectful to the original culture, and yet, still, it likely would never be enough. I'm kinda just complaining lol, but I feel like people hate these sorts of things so viscerally within the community that even when a retelling has a genuinely interesting story to tell (Hadestown, as an example), they will not only ignore it but will actively despise it. It's discouraging. It stops actual worshippers from creating myth-based retellings, and in my opinion, that's a problem. Many people are upset that worshippers don't create retellings, then create an incredibly hostile space for such things to be created. If you want more content about the gods from worshippers, create a space that welcomes such things. This isn't to say feedback shouldn't be welcome; it's just to say that hating all retellings with such a fierce passion also prevents retellings from actual worshippers being written.

[stargirlintermission]

Late at night, when she is all by herself, Elita worries that she might hate Megatron more than she loves Optimus.

[beaft]

is it mean to point out the fucked upness of people idolizing characters (from a children’s book series as grown ass adults) as a form of comfort as their support for the property actively strips away human rights from trans people? Like baby let it go and come join us to discover new joyous aspects of life that ground you in the present and help uplift people

i mean, i do get it. it's hard to let go of things that make you happy. it's hard to force yourself to stop caring about something, especially when that something meant a lot to you once and you now feel like it's entwined with who you've grown to be. neil gaiman's "coraline" was so important to me as a kid that when the news about gaiman broke, one of my reactions (besides horror and disgust) was this instinctive wail of no, no, that's my book! i love that book! i don't want it to be ruined!

that being said i do think continuing to engage with harry potter shit at this point is kinda spineless and self-absorbed. there's no recognition of consequences, no acknowledgement of personal responsibility. these people are so wrapped up in their own little worlds that they see no issue with reblogging a personal post made by a trans person and tagging it with "this but wolfstar!!" or "regulus would do this <3" or whatever. i don't think it's immoral per se but i reserve the right to find it annoying lol