#if you're wondering how bad it is

[robboybot]

The USA dying in a glue trap

(I just did my taxes)

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[buckttommy]

and you know what the thing is, is i don't even think the biggest problem is going to be that buck's jealous. eddie knows buck. that's the love of his life, but more than that, he just knows him intrinsically. he knows how he is. he knows he gets insecure. he knows he has abandonment issues, like. he knows. he has never once hesitated to give buck assurance and he'll give it again (that scene in buck's loft in 7x05). the problem is going to rise when eddie's relationship with tommy is still a problem after their talk, and neither of them are going to know why. becuase from eddie's pov, it's going to be like, well now you're just being ridiculous. i already told you i love you (in so many words). i already told you we're solid, i already told you nothing's going to change and you're still being weird and i don't like it. and from buck's pov, it's going to be like. i realize we had this conversation, but i still don't like this relationship. i still want things to go back to the way they were. i'm still hungry for your attention and you're not giving it to me.

and so it's like. that's where the wires get crossed. because at some point, buck is going to have to examine his thoughts and feelings again, and he's going to be like, well this man and his relationship with eddie has been the only thing that's consumed my thoughts for weeks; therefore, i must want him desperately. and it's like. yes. solid thinking there, buck. definitely no other options it could possibly be. nuh uh. makes perfect sense. 1000/10 excellent problem solving, great job, buckaroo. dumbass.

[elvenbeard]

A Like Supreme

[iris-drawing-stuff]

Yeah! Danganronpa Amane! Looking at the DR wiki all the Lil Ultimate titles all seem to correspond to a class subject (Lil Ultimate Homeroom, Social Studies etc.), so I made her the Lil Ultimate Faith studies.

I'm picturing her as the blackened of a case. I think she'll really kill (heh) at that role. Especially since my favorite Amane moments are when snaps (like when she attacked Es with scissors).

I also made a pointing sprite for Mikoto.

I used the cult's symbol from Magic and the balloon in Purge March for her school symbol. Here's the symbols (you can use it if you want)

[moonchild-in-blue]

A minute under the blue 🐟🦈

This is a full minute of sharks, manta rays, a sunfish and loads of cute silvery fishies to bless your dash. Take a break here. Breath in. We will be okay 💙🌊

[sciderman]

How was the movie?

I LOVE SPIDER-MAN

I LOVE BEING A SPIDER-MAN FAN

I LOVE BEING REWARDED FOR BEING A SPIDER-MAN FAN

[heckyeahponyscans]

Okay, returning to (animated) Beauty and the Beast, I want to talk about the servants getting turned into furniture. Again, I've seen takes like "omg that means the fairy was evil and the prince was a victim :(". Not to be unkind, but that is a basic, literalist take that fails to interpret the story as . . . a story.

A major message of the story is that unkind people--especially if they are in a position of authority--don't just cause problems for themselves: the people around them suffer. That's why Adam is a prince, not a hermit or a merchant. He is responsible for his subjects and his decisions affect them.

So, that's why the narrative makes the servants suffer. "It's unfair!" Yeah, it's unfair in real life too, but it happens all the time. The story doesn't care about the enchantress' morality because the point is she wouldn't have Happened to the kingdom if the Prince had even the tiniest bit of empathy.

Let's imagine a world where the old beggar WAS just an old beggar, not a magician. Would that be a happy ending? Where Lumiere and Cogsworth have to scrape her frozen corpse off the doorstep? The Prince was going to make his servants miserable whether they were furniture or not.

[insomniac-ships]

Is it just me, or did antis' behavior get worse once the whole "cringe culture is dead" thing caught on?

It's like they went "Well, we can't harass people just for being weird anymore, but... if we fabricate some moral panic and do a bit of mental gymnastics, we can claim that some weird people aren't just weird-- they're harmful, too! And dangerous! And clearly if they're harmful and dangerous, they must hardly be human! And then we can harass them until the cows come home under the guise of righteous anger, moral superiority, and protecting the children! And if anyone questions us or disagrees, they're just as bad as those inhuman scum, therefore they deserve to be harassed too! Genius!"

... it's not just me, right?

[mixelation]

shout out to the UK for advertising research positions that don't pay you

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[whumpcloud]

Things End | People Change - Natural Instinct

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content: whumper turned whumpee, vampire whumpee, bad caretaker, references to torture (sensory deprivation and sun burning), starvation, begging, muzzled whumpee, dehumanisation

Clary's feeding him now.

Well, maybe that's a stretch. She's still keeping her distance, and Cai is still the one that removes the muzzle, but she's there, and that she's even worked up the courage to be there means the world to Vincent.

She knows it, too, and it makes her avoid acknowledging him at all. She goes down, she stands there, and she goes back up. And it makes him so happy.

Clary screams into a pillow. She hates him, she does, for ripping her away from the world and making her terrified to even step out onto the porch at sunset. She saw exactly what the hunters did to him and she has a violent urge to do it all to him, a thousand times worse. Chain him up and make him scream for mercy.

But he would do it and thank her, and that's the part she can't stand.

Because nobody should ever suffer so deeply that they'll thank you for the pain?

No, it's because she wanted to make him that way. Not anyone else. She wanted to break him down to this shell and then keep breaking. Didn't she? Doesn't she?

She feels dizzy.

Cai raps her nightstand and tries to offer her a smile when she looks up. "I'm going to feed him. Coming along?"

Clary sighs, and nods.

Vincent is somehow beginning to look worse. Clary thinks it's that he's fed - his newer injuries have bled a little, and she isn't sure Vincent knows that she's noticed it. He's bruised, too, around the wrists and throat and ankles. Vampires need blood to heal, same as a human, they just do it much faster.

Cai's figured out that he can thread a straw through the basket muzzle so that he doesn't have to take it off, and something about that nags at Clary, but she ignores it. This is what she wanted.

"Thank you," Vincent says, half-smiling.

She watches him, the way he holds and drops the bag. Better than anyone she knows Vincent can't control his strength, and he's been progressively clutching it tighter, leaving marks in the plastic. He's not so weak anymore. She finds herself unable to be afraid even so.

"Cai, I want to be alone with him," she says.

Her brother turns towards her. "What?"

Vincent freezes. This is it. This has to be it. She's finally realised that he wouldn't dare fight back and she can do whatever she wants to him. At least there's warning. A moment of preparation. Unlike the hunters, where they deprived him of his senses until he didn't even have the privilege of hearing their footsteps coming towards him.

"Just go, I'll be fine," Clary says.

"I'm cuffing him," Cai signs sharply.

"I don't need you babying me," Clary replies. "Go."

"I'm not-" Cai groans and takes a deep breath. "Please. It's for your safety."

"I'm perfectly fucking safe!" Clary snaps, then shuts her eyes and clenches her fists when Cai recoils. "You've been getting close to him for days and he hasn't done a thing. This is my trauma. I get to handle it how I want."

Cai hesitates. "I know. I'll… go."

Vincent whimpers when Cai turns back, and shakes him by the collar of his shirt.

"Hurt her and you won't even be able to beg when I'm done with you," Cai hisses. "Got it?"

Clary seems annoyed, but she doesn't step in. Vincent nods, and Cai lets go.

They're alone. She's alone with Vincent.

"Is he outside?" she asks.

"H-Huh?"

"Cai. Is he outside the door? You can hear him, I know you can."

Vincent listens. He's gotten used to the sound of Cai's heartbeat. He nods.

"So if you do anything, he'll know."

"I understand," Vincent says. "B-But I won't. I promise you, I won't even touch you."

She stands there, for what seems like a long time, saying absolutely nothing. Vincent shifts on his knees and she flinches. He keeps still after that.

"How did you get caught?" she says, and it's quiet, but it sounds loud in this room.

"I was careless," Vincent mumbles. "I picked one off a group. It was my bad luck that they were a group of hunters."

Clary scoffs. "Don't be stupid. You think I'm gonna believe that?"

"It's the truth."

She searches him, for any sign that he's making it up to seem weaker than he really is, but she can't sense it in the slightest. He attacked a group. Why would he even contemplate it?

She takes a step closer. "Why did you keep asking for me?"

"I missed you."

"Like hell you missed me," she growls, and he flinches. "You left me to die and you wanna say you missed me?!"

"I'm sorry!" Vincent whimpers, and presses his forehead to the floor. "I know, I know I'm awful, I shouldn't have done that to you, I'm sorry--"

"Shut up!"

Vincent digs his nails into his palms but he keeps his mouth shut.

"You abandoned me!" Clary snaps. "You got bored of me and left me bleeding out in the woods and you expect-- you expect what?!"

"...C-Clary, I didn't…" That isn't what happened, is it? Vincent doesn't remember clearly. "I wasn't bored of you. That's not what happened."

"Don't just tell me that's not what happened," Clary snarls.

"I d-don't… remember. I'm sorry. I should remember, I'm so sorry." Vincent can hear her getting closer. "But I didn't… I didn't want to. I never wanted to."

"I was a plaything to you."

"No, you weren't," Vincent whispers. "I'm sorry, I know I… I used you, but you were always a person. Even when I said you weren't. I didn't mean it, I-- you were everything to me, Clary. You still are. I wouldn't lie to you, not now, please."

There's no way she should believe him.

He holds up his hands, keeps his head on the floor. "I-If you want to hurt me, I'll… I'll bleed, now. If you want that. Is that what you were waiting for?"

He sounds almost fucking hopeful. He clearly doesn't actually want to feel pain, she can tell that much. But he does want her to hurt him. He's practically desperate for her to hurt him.

"Just… get up," she mutters. "Stop doing that. You look like an idiot."

Vincent sits up, forcing himself to do it slowly. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

She kicks him in the chest, more out of blind frustration than anything. It doesn't hurt that much, but Vincent whimpers like it does. He's gotten good at that. Screaming louder than normal, whining on purpose, begging incoherently when he could easily form the words please and no and stop. Sometimes it made them stop sooner. Mostly it did nothing, but it was worth trying, because it made them smile in that skin-crawling way and tell him he was taking it so well, bloodsucker, maybe I'll only leave you in the sun for an hour instead of two and he could hope.

Vincent jumps when Clary's hand is placed on his cheek.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll stay still," he murmurs.

Clary doesn't reply. She's shaking, of course she's shaking, but he keeps his mouth shut, regardless of the muzzle. Is she going to slap him again? That's surely far less than he deserves.

Her hand creeps behind his head. Her eyes are locked to him. Watching like a hawk. He doesn't move. He stares straight ahead.

He feels her pulling at the muzzle, and then it falls from his face onto the floor. He wants to stare up at her, but he tenses and forces himself to be still.

Her wrist is in front of his face.

"Nnh!" Vincent opens his mouth on instinct and promptly shuts it. Her pulse, he can see and hear and almost feel her pulse under her skin. He never once fed from her wrist, but he has a few times in years past, and he's sure he could do it.

Vincent tries to pull back, but Clary holds her wrist up against his lips and his teeth scrape her skin and he could drink human blood again if he just pierced her skin and took it.

Animal blood is not enough. It will keep him from starving, but just a little human blood will make him feel almost alive.

Clary watches. Clary says nothing.

"C-Clary," he whines. "Clary, please, it-- can I? Please, can I? Please, please. Only a little. P-Please."

Permission. He wants permission from her. Clary grits her teeth. She wanted him to take it, to prove that he's exactly how he is in her fractured memories.

Vincent didn't change. His captivity just brought one side to the forefront, the side of Vincent that cried as he held her, that brought her almost anything she asked for in an attempt to make her happy, that might have even cared, if Vincent was capable of doing that, if she believed Vincent was capable of doing that.

"I hate you," she hisses.

Vincent lets out another soft whimper as Clary locks the door. Was that a test? But she acted as though he failed by not feeding from her. Did she want him to? Surely not.

He brings his knees to his chest and hides his face in them. Was it because he begged? Was it because he considered doing it at all?

Natural instinct is no excuse. He should've been better than that, after all of this, after all of this pain. It wasn't enough. It might never be enough, but he'll happily submit. He won't be a monster. Not ever again.

He clutches the muzzle. He doesn't know how to tie it, but he presses it to his face, and holds it there. He won't bite. Please, he won't bite.

[bijoumikhawal]

only going "rape and torture are bad" when people defend Palestinians is pretty fucking scummy, speaking as someone who knows more than the average person on this site does about torture, and hates it real bad and knows a lot of people repeat torture apologia because it's deeply pervasive in modern culture

[ozonecologne]

Writing OCs question

has anybody ever had the experience while writing/outlining that you don't really like one of your main characters? i get that not all of your characters have to start out as good or likable people -- narratively that's fun, even -- but i'm talking more about being disinterested in them despite the purpose they serve the narrative. just not really being invested in them or connecting with them even though you know they're important.

is this unusual? is this a sign of bad writing or that you need to do more work on the character, or that this character needs to "cook" longer? i'm just wondering about peoples' experience with their OCs that's all!

also feel free to infodump all about your unlikable OCs, i'd love to get to know them.

[crimescrimson]

The Scorned Hacktivist Wrench in Watch_Dogs Legion: Bloodline (2021)

[sciderman]

i relate to peter parker because i’ve had six crushes this year alone

damn son save some for the rest of us!!