#it makes it harder for me to connect. if that makes sense

[sourbites]

I noticed you write for dc comics! And was wondering if you could write a smut for Jason Todd. Like with bat! Reader x Jason where they absolutely hate each other. Jason constantly picking fights and then maybe they just had enough. Reader is definitely a brat 🫣

(You love the) Violence, Baby

Pairing: Jason Todd (The Red Hood) / Female Reader Word count: 2,034 Contents: Name-calling/insults, slight degradation on both ends, spanking, mentions of violence, hair pulling, dirty talk, strong language, creampie, mention of breasts, both characters bad at feelings, Batcave sex. Summary: You might sport the same Bat symbol, but Jason wants to bite your throat out, and you want to sock him in the face. Notes: Hell yea anon, you're a genius. Hopefully I picked up what you were laying down. Love this dynamic. Written in one night and not proofread because I'm tired. Enjoy!

He is a blood-craving, foul-mouthed cancer. From the moment you met, the Red fucking Hood had made your vigilante life that much harder. Because nearly getting blown up or stabbed just wasn't harrowing enough, apparently.

"How do you want it, baby?" Jason scrapes his gloved hands up your sides, squeezing. You chew your lower lip. He makes you feel sick with a desire that sends cloudy, foggy smoke to your prefrontal cortex. You shudder at the nickname. Baby. What a joke; you're not his baby.

Snap. It echoes off the walls— his hand connecting with your ass. "Answer me, bitch."

It's like that, is it? Little fucker.

"God, you're a fucking weirdo. Just - just do whatever. Before I come to my senses and change my mind." You hiss, turning your head to send him a mean glare with narrowed eyes.

Jason seems to like that answer. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, which is bare, having already peeled off the triple-weave Kevlar of your Batgirl suit. Your stomach is a lightning storm striking the ground and you ignite yourself on fire when you press your back flush to his chest. It's all kinds of nasty and wrong, but you're an altar and he throws himself onto you like a sacrifice. You know Bruce would be tutting and shaking his head, uttering something about manners and professionalism; as if Selina doesn't warm his bed at night.

It's not like Jason was a dalliance for you. It's just this one time where you need him to fuck your head into silence. After the mind-bending games with the Riddler tonight, you need everything to go quiet.

Those same gloved fingers curl into the fabric that's pooling at your waist. He tugs it down your legs in a mean yank. "Change your mind?" He echoes— a shiver of amusement in his tone. Conceited. "Who are you fooling, Batgirl? You want this," He bumps his hips into your ass, pelvis first and cock heavy, "You want me."

Your back arches, hands flat and palms bracing yourself against the cold, hard tile wall. Your body is still littered with bruises. Jason's forearms wear bracelets of blood splatters, dried onto that pale skin. His mouth is fever-warm when he tucks your earlobe between his teeth. Your legs part further, letting him get his hands between your thighs.

You twist a hand around to fist Jason's hair. The edge of your nails digs into his skull. He hisses and you smile— proud. "You're just a pity-fuck, don't get ahead of yourself."

All he manages is a laugh - rich and deep - coming straight from his burning-hot gut. Your panties hang off your hips in colourful bandages, shredded by his fingers. Show off. You roll your eyes and thank your lucky stars he's facing your back. His lips caress the side of your neck— your wailing pulse. "Awfully wet for a pity-fuck, don't you think?"

"I'm imagining you're Superman."

Jason sighs mournfully, tracing your slick cunt with his fingers. It's just smooth leather up and down raw nerves. Sparks bouncing up your spine like skipped rocks ripple on the water's surface. "Gonna fuck that rotten attitude right outta you."

His other hand reaches up to grab your face - fingers smushing your cheeks a bit - turning your head to face him. You splay your tongue out, flat, and lick from his bottom lip to his top lip. He nips at your jaw, burning his mouth into yours. But he's still an asshole about it. He's got a tobacco tint to his tongue. The only difference between his kiss and his bites is how deeply his teeth go. He carries ghosts with him— you feel them sinking down your own lungs.

He stirs his bulge up between your legs, hand dropping from your face to undo his belt. His tactical pants scratch the backs of your legs. The metallic clinking of the belt buckle rolls off the walls. The whole locker room in the Batcave is sterile, scrubbed cleaner than a surgeon's theatre. Your head lolls back; lips parted around a moan. You feel him grin against your neck, dimpling, the tip of his nose pressing into the underside of your jaw.

"There we go," Jason croons into your delicate skin. He forces your legs apart, cramming his hips into your ass. He's more keen on getting inside your pussy than breathing at this point. He fists his cock - a few shallow pumps - shaft glittery with precum. He sinks into you in one vehement, long stroke.

"So much better - prettier - when you're not running that cocksucker."

Mortified (and too busy purring like a new sports car to verbally berate him), you beat the side of a closed fist against his forearm as a warning. Jason's hand circles your throat, the other locked around a hip like he wants to break bones. His cock hits the deepest part of your cunt. He uses both hands to spread your ass, transfixed as he watches his cock disappear inside you. You're stretching around his girth - it burns something beautiful - stoking the embers within your fluttering belly until it's a roar of blistering heat.

You rock your body back against his hips, and Jason responds in kind every time, snapping his pelvis until he's sure it's bruised. He fucks you like he wants to kill you. His cock is splitting you in two. You think maybe the tiled walls are going to shatter, or maybe your knees are going to buckle until you're giving way and collapsing onto the floor. You come at each other like you can't be broken, and lust is the hangover of mean, red-hot rage.

It was always going to end up like this. There's (admittedly) volatile chemistry that makes you want to explode. Everything between you is unsaid, drunk by the ghosts along the way from your minds to your mouths. There's the sickly sweet feeling of adrenaline pouring into your bodies still— because you're never really out of uniform. Not in this field. Nearly dying is a delicious aphrodisiac that you gulp by the gallon. He winds you up like a toy, insides coiled and threatening to burst. You're battered into the wall like he's got something to prove.

"Fuck," He sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, jaw stiff. His cock is like a cymbal crash, like a bass kick, scraping against the channel of your sex. Punching your cervix with the head of his dick. Your cunt squeezes, tight as a fist.

"Ain't this better? No more a' that little green bitch's wordplay?" He means the Riddler, you gather, "Just me using you as a nice hole to fuck. Should do this more often. You have your place, right here on my dick."

Jason fists his hand into your hair, dragging you into a penetrating kiss that's got your blood ignited like you're made of fucking gunpowder. You're burning from the inside out, smelted down into a thousand empty bullet shells. Your nails bite into the heels of your palms, bursting with a mewl from the agony of his full balls pummelling over the arousal-slicked, overworked nerves jammed into your swollen clit. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder as his quickening breaths come out across your neck.

He blurs into you. Both strong fists come to curl around your hips, locking you to him. The globes of your ass is burning hot with the impact of his brutal pace. He shoves his cock as far as he can— taking you in frantic, rough strokes. It echoes and ripples around the walls, the noise of his skin cracking against yours as if you're getting whipped. You don't think you've hated anything as much as wanting him. He's just wailing on you, and the lust burns higher than the shame. But it'll burn faster, leaving you with a campfire of shame when you're alone in bed later tonight.

There's a determination to his thrusts. He'll fuck you - make you lose your goddamn mind - so unfathomably well that you'll never want anyone else. No one else should hit the spongy parts of you like this. No one else should get you honest to god howling like this. Try it. Try sleeping with someone else, and within hours, you'll be crawling back to Jason, whining about how it's not the same.

Each punch of his dick forces you into the stiff wall. The tile is ice cold, and it bites into the bare skin of your body. He's delivering another devastating buck of his hips before one hand rasps up from your hip to cup one of your tits. He pinches and tugs on a nipple, getting you boneless and gasping fucked-out curses. He truly wishes someone would overhear this.

"God," Jason rumbles in a bassy timbre, "you're so easy."

His hands have this coarseness from handling weapons and weights that feel delicious on the tender skin of your body. It's all just way too sexy to be real. His pupils - inky black - swallow the colour of his irises. He looks like a fucking shark. Black-eyed and grinning with startlingly bright teeth. Your back is arched, taut as a drawn bowstring.

"Just shut your fucking mouth, Jay," You sigh, your brows furrowing. Your breath rattles around in your lungs, jaw slack. Fuck, does he fill you well.

Jason's mouth sucks on the side of your neck. When he releases, the Arctic air cools his spit on your skin. "'M I making you blush?" He purrs, his arm crowding around your side. His hand splays on your belly, fingers spanning the mound of your pussy to your navel. He's shamelessly feeling the way your skin bulges to accommodate his behemoth-sized dick.

"Bored." You lie.

His hips piston, ramming you up the wall. You're bolstered from starry-eyed mindlessness to turned on and shocked. He laughs breathlessly; his voice smoky. "That better, baby?" He's still beaming with lusty delight— you can hear it in his tone.

You move one hand from the tile to latch onto his thick wrist. You want to keep him close. Molten pleasure rolls around within you, filtering out any sensations or half-baked thoughts that aren't relevant to Jason's admittedly magical cock. He twitches within you and holy shit this is it—

—Jason shoves his face into your shoulder and loses it. Drags his dick all the way out, throbbing cockhead catching on your entrance, and driving back inside at the speed of— of fucking light. You're lurched flush to the wall, sobbing a mix of incoherent praise and curses. He's really letting you have it, his savage pace the cherry on top of his agonisingly wanton dick. A full-bodied sob is ripped out of your stinging lungs. The palm on your belly pushes down - he's fucking evil - and all you can think is so, soooo full. It's the kind of pace - the kind of sex - that's born from years of pushed-down frustration and base lust.

Blissed-out tears drag down your hot cheeks. The whirlwind of a life-altering orgasm cracks down on you. His thumb is pressing into your aching clit, and you don't even remember when it got there. The throb of your cunt milks Jason well enough that he's bottoming out, spilling out his load and stuffing you impossibly full with it. Fuck, he cums a lot. Slick and cum is rolling down your legs in thick rivulets. His rich groans are reverberating off the walls. Sandwiched and flattened between Jason and the world's most corrupted wall, you try to stay conscious for every gorgeous millisecond.

Your skin is beaded with sweat, and contrastingly shuddering with chills.

For a few moments, you and Jason exist, hanging with mindless suspense in a sort of limbo. Too overstimulated and sated to keep going, yet too into whatever this car wreck of a liaison is to part ways just yet.

Once your brain cells are booted up again, you realise just how quickly he got you into that. Under his spell or something. Trying to save face, you quip, "Yeah... Superman could do better."

[match-makee]

OK what the hell. Sorry hi stp tumblr I finally posted SOMETHING . But what the hell // long warning

Seeing this on my homepage was not a beautiful sight cause ?? Huh ?? Pardon ????

I fully agree with itty-bitty-kitty and everyone else but some of these comments make me so pissed.

Not trying to make you fall down your horses but what was the point of your post? (Also some of the reblogs and replies ((SOME)) need to stop and think.) Tagging the whole main tag to get your point across makes no sense at all sorry I just dunno what the hell this means at all.

Reading this and seeing people agree on *why* the "decrease of princess content" is so. Funny. Look there's like SO many people that draw the Vessels or ship them in art. There's so much if you squint. If YOU want to see content you rarely ever see then make it yourself or look harder. I agree with the female characters in most fandoms not being included much most of the time but adding gender arguments into the voices and vessels is so cheap.

My, genuine, experience with the STP community was all about fangirling on the princesses or either they had content of it everywhere. To the point where I wanted to see more of the voices. And I did. I found a lot of people that liked the voices too. And I was happy ! I really was ! When I found out of the voices when I heard about slay the princess I stuck close with them the most NOT because I hated the princess being a woman OR if i had a distaste for her (why the hell would anyone do that??) But because I specifically had personal issues that made them my comfort characters. I relate with THEM most of the time and draw them alot and do so much of content with the voices because they are like my little children and the voices are ME I AM the voices (sorry hahah) . Anyway. Point is,

LET people have fun. If you want to see more princess stuff then look for the tags. Please do not shame people into thinking they should quit making voice art. When I saw this I felt guilt in myself. Like okay pardon me for showing excess love to my emotions that I feel so bad in. AND it's not just that but saying there's misogyny is such a bad excuse. YES the voices are one man in different tones of voices (hey, the princess also is one VA too) but they HAVE character arcs and dynamics that are so interesting to read into and put your mind in. They are not the same character. (But happily ever after has a soft spot for mee)

And I swear to gods.. if anyone asks any artist including me why they don't draw princesses most, why can't I draw the voices? Is there a rule? No. I can draw the Vessels but I feel connected to the voices more than shifting mound. (But I love base princess.....) I always say I relate stp to my own problems and I see voice of the hero as a guardian, which might be nonsense to some but I find great pleasure in knowing atleast the voices in my head care about me. Dang. But there's some people in the btg server that don't take it lightly. So I create my own space. (Also to the person in the comments that said its more of a "schizophrenic soap drama" . Yea . deal with it. You don't wanna see voices? Go ahead.) And also. Some of the reblogs. MISCHARACTERISING? the VOICES? What path did you take?..

and yk what. here's a little drawing of some of the princesses.

Just like what the others said people are allowed to make their own imagination and au's. whether it be of dark or not. Voices or princesses. I've seen so many leave btg server cause it's gen kinda shit ((which is not that serious but you know)). Find specific tags for your favorites . It's not hard. There's more voice content because just like what artificial-radiance said there's a sexyman event going on (which is still going I'm pretty sure? Good luck to every contestant) .

Anyway, using misogyny in here is such a silly thing to say. Some only create art of the voices, some do more of princess content, its whatever.

//sigghhdhjdjsnwnwhshdhdjd sorry for long text

i find it uniquely incredible that recently, somehow, the only posts i ever see from following the tag "slay the princess" are about the voices, and sometimes even shipping the voices, and seemingly focusing almost exclusively on them.

like i never really got it before until i saw this trend, and maybe tumblr is just giving me consistently dogshit posts in term of variety but it's incredible how a game who's titular character is a princess. who is the only character you can physically see in the game for almost 99% of the time. is somehow being made exclusively about male characters. who are also all one guy technically but talking in different voices.

like i just never fucking interact with people on this site besides via art or other mostly irrelevant comments so i didnt get it but wow yeah okay yall were right about the female character erasure in fandom spaces thing holy shit. like i thought it was an exaggeration but there are three fucking characters total in stp and i havent seen the one woman actually show up when tumblr suggests me a post with the tag in like a month. im sure if i go look id probably find her right now easily but it's insane how consistently the new stuff i was getting was only about the male voices. god.

[melonteee]

I've been thinking about Luffy's gear forms and now that we have all 5 of them, I'm wondering why Gear 4 looks like that? Like, all the black. Do you have any Melon Wisdom and Insight? Also wondering if you can identify any connecting themes throughout them!

My assumption is because his Gear 4 forms are the colour of his haki, since his Gear 4 forms only came about due to training his haki with Rayleigh. Each time he unleashes a new Gear 4 form he thinks about Rayleigh (milf moment) and how he used/can use his haki. I'm not entirely sure where Luffy's inspiration for bound man came from, from what I can remember it mostly came from him telling Rayleigh "If I can't punch something...I will just punch harder!" which I guess makes sense because Bound Man is totally focused in strengthening Luffy's upper body. I also like that, in the anime, Bound Man makes a sound almost like a bell whenever he lands on the ground. I'm unsure if the manga sound effects incorporate the bell sound too, but I like to think this is a connection to the bell in Skypiea as the ringing of the bell was a sign of freedom, love and liberation.

As for Snake Man, this seemed to be a form created in the moment while versing Katakuri, and I really LOVE Snake Man (being sexy aside) because Snake Man seems to be the near exact same size as Katakuri. Luffy and Katakuri's powers are VERY similar, and Luffy really admired/respected Katakuri, so it seems to me Luffy channelled his observation haki into creating Snake Man, and the inspiration for Snake Man's appearance was right in front of him - Katakuri!

So overall, I think Luffy's two Gear 4 forms were more a result of channelling his haki, while Gear 5 is the unlocking of his fruit's true power. Using his haki alongside his fruit, Luffy could shift his body in any way he wanted, and this is a really good test/build up to Gear 5, where he can truly do ANYTHING to not just himself, but to the environment around him!

[zoniteillusion-pyritedreams]

Your reading about jungkook was beautiful and very accurate about his personality wow 👏🏻 Could you do one about his love life? His kinks and everything lol

"Jungkook’s love life & spicy secrets a tarot tea party ft. aphrodite, astrology shade, and a peek under the military uniform (respectfully.)"

a sassy, flirty, tarot-style Tumblr deep dive. gloves off, lipstick on.

Ok babes, aphrodite showed up in stilettos with a clipboard and said: “let’s talk about jungkook’s heart... and his hips.”

here’s what we’ve got. pull up a velvet seat, grab a cinnamon latte, and let’s break it down:

astro deck energy check:

Gemini reversed – his mind is chaotic but he’s keeping it on lockdown. mixed signals? you bet. but it’s not because he’s playing games it’s because he’s lowkey confused af about what he wants… or not ready to say it aloud.

Capricorn – daddy energy, slow burn, master planner.

Mercury – mental stimulation is foreplay, period.

Libra reversed – struggling with balance in relationships or feeling unseen... maybe even hiding behind charm to avoid real intimacy.

in other words? he’s got options, but he’s not giving his heart to just anyone. he’s all brains, brooding ambition, and secret softness served with a side of “prove you deserve me.”

(Honestly I feel like this makes sense at this point he has gotten so big in terms of popularity and notoriety. That having so many options of who he can date or be with would probably make it even harder. On top of just not knowing who it would be safe to give a shot to and who it wouldn't be safe to get a shot too. Because you never know when you're that rich and that famous on who's trying to date you cuz they don't even like you, who's trying to date you because they're a fan, who's trying to date you for bragging rights etc. It just gets a lot harder. Like the reason why the saying More Money More Problems exist isn't because like the money itself is an issue it's because the people around you might start acting a certain way money and fame brings out people's true characters and it's not just the person who's making the money or becoming famous but the people around them or the people who try to surround them. Makes it a lot harder to figure out where the snakes in the camp are.)

Where’s jungkook at romantically rn?

ace of pentacles + chariot + knight of pentacles = he’s focused on long-term goals, stability, and moving forward intentionally. love isn’t off the table, but his energy is saying:

"If you can't match my ambition or catch up with my goals. I don't want it."

five of pentacles + six of wands reversed + sun reversed = lowkey lonely, y’all. he might be smiling for the camera, but his heart? not feeling 100% seen.

he’s not desperate but he’s craving real connection. not hookups, not flings—something that feels safe, sacred, and private.

but here’s the thing: he’s been burned. there’s mistrust. and right now? the armor’s on, even if he’s craving softness underneath.

Is there someone special?

wheel of fortune reversed + four of cups reversed + page of pentacles reversed = if someone is in the picture, it’s not fully locked in.

this gives “we’re talking but I’m not sure where it’s going” or “we had a vibe but timing said no.”

OR he’s got someone In Mind but is choosing to wait until he’s out of the army to even explore it properly.

Translation: He's Not Actively Dating Rn, But He Is Thinking About Love. Wanting Something Deep—but On His Terms And Timing.

What does he look for in a partner?

ten of pentacles + four of wands + high priestess reversed

he wants a lover and a life partner. he’s not out here just dating for fun he wants someone who’s gonna build a legacy with him. Someone private, intuitive, emotionally intelligent, but also fun and grounded.

Emotional intelligence is a must.

Loyalty > popularity.

Sensual but sacred energy.

Someone who understands both his public persona and private soul.

he wants to feel understood and wanted beyond the idol status. someone who can handle the quiet moments and also throw down in a pillow fight or late-night jam session.

and now... the spicy stuff. what’s he into?

(oh honey. sit down.)

knight of wands + nine of cups reversed + five of swords + ten of wands

this man has desires. deep ones. intense ones. maybe even a little taboo.

but he doesn’t just want heat he wants emotional submission. like, he gets off on the mental & emotional tension just as much as the physical.

kink-wise?

Power dynamics. slight dom lean, but not controlling more like: “I want to take care of you… but you better listen.”

Praise kink + control kink.

Delayed gratification. He LIVES for the tease.

Overstimulation, maybe? (That 10 of wands says: don’t tap out yet.)

Secret exhibitionism. He may be private but... doing risky things quietly? That’s a whole other thrill.

but here’s the kicker he needs to feel emotionally safe to unleash it. if he doesn't trust you? you get missionary and lights off. if he does? you're in for a night that ends at sunrise.

SO OVERVIEW:

Jungkook's heart:

Quiet, Complicated, Secretly Yearning For Forever. He’s Tired Of Shallow Love And Games. He Wants To Build Something Real. Might Have His Eye On Someone, But Timing (Or Army Life) Is Slowing The Roll.

Jungkook's type:

Emotionally deep, grounded, mysterious but affectionate. Someone who brings comfort and chaos in just the right amounts.

Jungkook’s bedroom playlist?

It’s giving The Weeknd meets Taemin with a sprinkle of “you better not tap out yet.”

tag yourself: are you the ten of pentacles to his lonely knight of pentacles or just another reversed page in his inbox?

Let’s manifest for the women who gets to find out.

[iamcinephile]

Accepting what I saw, yet frustated with the contradictions

The idea was great, but the execution felt off. I’ve been trying to make sense of it—finally coming to terms with what I saw. Maybe it would all seem amazing through “Nick’s love glasses,” but taking those off, well… here’s my take after some reflection. I'm trying to come to terms with the writers' decision—specifically in Season 6—to take Lawrence and Nick’s storylines in this direction.

I’ve been trying to view it from their intended perspective, but the execution felt bit-off. The writing was sloppy, which made it hard for me to feel emotionally connected to what should have been a powerful sequence. It looked cinematic, great music, good DRAMA, sure, but not me, it lacked the payoff, pure shock value they were clearly aiming for. Instead, it came across as a shortcut in the storytelling, rushing big decisions without proper buildup.

For example, seeing June walk freely through an airport with no security felt unrealistic, especially considering she was being hanged earlier that same day without any bruises or visible trauma. These inconsistencies and plot holes made it hard for me to accept the narrative choices.

Nick choosing to stay in Gilead for his wife and child makes sense—especially because June never gave him a real chance to explain himself. That storyline made more sense when viewed only within the context of this season. But it’s still frustrating. June has shown a willingness to repeatedly give people like Lawrence, Serena, and Aunt Lydia the benefit of the doubt—constantly searching for the good in them. Yet when Nick makes a single mistake, she shuts him out. Her forgiveness feels selective and, frankly, selfish. “She told me to give all this up,” Nick said to Lawrence, who replied, “You should have listened to her.” Lawrence had a touching goodbye with June before he stepped on the plane, but Nick and June — the show’s biggest romance since season one — never got that moment

So yes, her silence toward him fits this episode, not calling him out, it's correct. but if the roles were reversed, I doubt the show would handle it the same way. We will never know. Then there’s the line where Nick tells Lawrence that June asked him to leave many times—something we never actually saw on screen. That kind of retroactive storytelling makes it harder to understand Nick’s motivations. And goes against what it feels like he would give up everything if he had the chance to have a future with her. Since he was "nothing" outside of her eyes. So, he wasn’t naive—he stayed because he felt had no real option since he was SoJ, now with his new family.

But again, at end day, he could indeed, do better choices and help June more with Hannah, or even leave Gilead by almost anytime since he is Eye and Commander, or when Tuello give that offer in Season 5, if not for June, for himself.

But again I honestly believe if he had been given that opportunity from her, he would’ve taken it, just like he expressed back in episode 3 of this same season.

Overall it's tragic situation. And fulll of contradictions.

I wish the writers had left that line out because it felt out of character and added more confusion. They made audience felt betrayed.

Overall, I just wish this part of the story had been handled with the same care and nuance as previous seasons. Maybe then these character arcs would’ve felt more believable and satisfying with this outcome, not just for Nick or Lawrence.

I’m glad others enjoyed it, but for me, the show went from being a standout piece of television to feeling more like a soap opera riddled with plot holes.

In the end, it’s just a TV show. Life moves on.

Like Nick, I just wish the writers had made better choices.

I'm going watch the finale. This story is more than love triangle, I had higher hopes that the focus was more June's motherhood and taking down the regime in last two season than dragging this love-plot drama and redeem the wrong characters. This season that Jezebel's mission look like more sidequest mission wasn't fitting to this story, Hannah wasn't mentioned this season, at all.

I wish I could easily root for June, too selfish, by this point!

(Don't blame me, because I thought that TT was canon)

I hope some day, I can look back I enjoy this show again. :)

[ganondoodle]

the closer we get to arcanes finale the more worried i am bc so often .. if not always .. things i like end in a way that i dislike so much it ruins everything else for me

and im so worried they pull a 'this is a multiverse' thing bc then they can say every skin is somehow canon bc its all different universes you seeeeee and jayce went mad bc he lived through all of them or something, or force it to end in a way that makes the champions end up like they are in game- Vi is a shitty cop, Jinx is just heehoo craycray bc xyz etc

[aster-go-brrr]

I AM FOREVER SO ANNOYED ABOUT HOW SIMPLIFIED CYNO GETS WHENEVER HE SHOWS UP THOUGH RAAAGHHHHHGGGH

complex character who always unintentionally intimidates people and tries to use humor to make himself less intimidating? no. he's just bad at jokes now. he's The Bad Pun Man. nothing else just that, every line he says has to be a pun or about tcg. only that

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[oceandiagonale]

Actually, Guzman is his spanish name.

OH YEAH some other folks pointed that out too, makes sense since it's an irl Spanish name (probably why I see it around a lot!) 😳

(normally it's a surname, I've only seen it used as a first name once in a blue moon -- but also in the pokemon world it's pretty clear that naming conventions aren't the same lol)

[okawarihappylife]

i am once again thinking abt the lost potential that is hypmic.

[mortysmith]

rick becomes super into multiversal travel after prime introduces him to it, very hyperfocused on it and the opportunities it presents (like how the gotron episode establishes that rick can get carried away unless someone reels him in). diane might initially be supportive of this but as rick's appearances around the house become more shoddy, she gets fed up and they separate. after a much more complex deterioration of their relationship obviously rick considers this a win at the time, since he's now free to dick around and do whatever he wants, essentially adopts prime's life philosophy and hangs around him. him and prime would eventually have some sort of falling out, which leaves rick extremely bitter and annoyed. he ends up spending most of his life alone, still living by his pop nihilistic ideals because he thinks this is what he wants. eventually he'd still end up squatting in prime's dimension and realizes that he actually Prefers this family life. his infatuation with prime could develop into resentment when he realizes that he essentially robbed rick of a comfortable, idealistic life

[itspileofgoodthings]

adult wins, adult anxieties and fears and frozenness.

[cathymee]

maybe it's to maintain a sense of tension & turmoil that would eventually reach an explosive peak, a sense of tug-of-war, a back-and-forth to hammer home the ideals they want to deliver and for the viewers to chew on, but although these arguments regarding hiroshi & his stance as a man torn between his loyalty for his country & the loyalty for his Filipino friends and lover is of course important, how they write these scenes & the points they present from this week alone is getting too repetitive...? literally the argument scenes from last night & tonight between adelina & hiroshi is basically the same; the ideas were the same, the dynamics were the same: the aggressive, radical adelina, bristling rage and fear over the injustices she's seen thus far, and the cautious, inspiriting hiroshi, all hopefulness and reassurance one moment as a lover, defensiveness and sternness as a japanese soldier in another. this debate will be ever-present ofc, it is one of the series' biggest conflicts, but it is unfortunately so easy to tell when it is a.) being pulled up as a main topic to move the plot along / be a necessary conflict for character development/introspection / be the conflict to deliver the morals & messages the writers want to send to their viewers, or b.) when it is being pulled up only for the drama and filler to pass the time. like watching the characters sit down to argue for 10 minutes, do other things for the plot for 2 minutes, then sit down again to argue for the next 20 minutes. lol.

[autisticlee]

it kind of sucks when all your friends and family, everyone you know, are all pairing off and getting married and havinf families, except you. you're the only one that doesn't have a partner and probably can/will never get one. especially if one around you has time for you anymore, they never reach out, never get back to you, because they're only focused on their partners and families. you're stuck alone and drift away from everyone through no fault of your own. you have no hope of finding your own partner or no motivation to look for one for whatever reason. the lack of connections while seeing everyone around you having their own can get overwhelmingly lonely at times....

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Unpopular opinion but I was actually kind of underwhelmed by Dune Messiah? Like I get that the whole intent behind writing it was to show that Paul was Wrong, but I was kind of expecting him to be worse? I think - for me at least - because we don't actually see any of the war and only the aftermath it just hits less. And I know all the guilt and moral struggle and "what have I done" - ness was technically there, it just didn't really resonate as hard as I'd hoped it would. I didn't *dislike* it, it's just funny because from what I've seen a lot of people did dislike it because it shows how dark Paul got, but for me I was like...I kind of wanted you to be worse my guy

[bugdogg]

uhhh something something learn to love yourself dummy

(this is mostly a doodle, i wanted to draw Zuki w their past self for a while now so yayyyy)