#it makes me angry; ironically.

[oscill4te]

i am usually never homicidal or violent at all, but atm i think i want to personally keel every 40+ yr old man who thinks the grocery store is a place to be an absolute creep to female staff who cannot really leave

[morzowo]

so one character got to learn how to live again, how to reenter society after traumatizing event that will forever impact his life, got to heal and rebuild his relationship with his family even estranged father, reconnected with his old friends and was able to create reliable support system of people that also grew throughout this healing process and now can understand him more and be there for him, got to graduate and start his own business and now can even give inspirational speeches to help others

and the other one had to leave two closest people to him that were his only support after his family death bc 'friends' he had before weren't type of people worth reconnecting with, move out of his country abandoning everything he knew his whole life just to * checks notes * start a job he didn't really want and the main reason he needed higher pay was to establish financial stability for one of two people who he had to leave and that no longer wanted to be with him

okay yea okay sure both cases are about personal 'growth'

[arabian-batboy]

Endeavor from BNHA is a prime example of how fandom trying to shield characters from (rightful) hate will only generate more hate toward the said characters.

Because I binge-watched the show before stepping foot in the fandom and even though I began this show hating Endeavor, he was actually starting to grow on me since his plot-line was one of the most interesting parts of the show and at certain points I even thought his “awkward dad” moments were kinda endearing? Then I looked around and saw an army of people who are so damn eager to swiftly forgive Endeavor for everything wrong he has ever done and shield him from any type of criticism, which includes shifting all the blame to his own wife & children and suddenly what little affection I had for this character is gone and now I’m back to hating him again.

Like you do realize that this is a grown middle aged man who has been emotionally and physically abusing his wife (who’s really more of a stay-at-home surrogate) and children for 25 years straight and has only turned a new leaf in-universe for only half a year max? It doesn’t matter how much you like his character, LET PEOPLE GO OFF ON HIM IF THEY WANT TO!!! You trying so hard to victimize him or to victim-blame his family for all his abuse will just make people hate him even more.

[lenreli]

Day 30 - Bakery

[AO3]

“This is where you work now?” A deep, familiar voice says and Hob resists the urge to jump and swear, feeling Dream’s presence nearby as he focuses that the mixing bowls and utensils are clean and in their place for the day shift of the bakery. Even in space, and the fact that capitalism is no longer a thing, and yet things like bakeries persist to bring people fresh bread and desserts is comforting. Sighing, he turns around to see Dream, standing in place as blue eyes flick around. 

“Yep,” he smiles, which melts into a frown as Dream looks him up and down, the plain black shirt and pants and apron, the steel-toed boots looked at critically. Dream has a particular expression on his face. “What?” 

Dream tilts his head, stepping closer as Hob leans against the stainless steel countertop. “Aren’t you meant to be covered in flour or batter?”

Hob groans, scratching his forehead. “Actually, me being so clean after a full shift of kneading bread and making cakes means I’m at least decent at this job,” he huffs. “My teacher’s when I went to get into this industry drilled it into my head,” he pouts, crossing his arms. Sure, the messy baker with flour on their face and clothes is cute in fiction, but not true to real life, especially in a professional capacity. Home-style, maybe.

Dream frowns and gives him a once-over again, eyes like a brand. “You have flour on your shoes.”

“I always end up with something on my shoes,” Hob sighs and rolls his eyes, stepping forward so he can put his arms around Dream’s waist, “nothing a splash of water won’t fix.” 

“And how much longer do you plan to live on this station?” Dream asks, looking around the bakery critically, a small window showing Mars outside, as well as the Milky Way. 

“Until they make an all-black space station for my partner, of course,” he drawls, grinning as Dream glares at him, lips pinched. “Are you here to take me home?” He asks, looking around the bakery as he makes sure that everything is in place, and he mopped and cleaned the place nicely for the next shift. 

Dream hmphs, hands coming up to frame his face as Dream pulls him into a kiss, eyes melting from a blue to black and stars, a stroke of the Milky Way being shown as Dream pulls away ― and pushes him down onto his bed. Hob hadn’t even noticed, mind only focusing on Dream’s lips and tongue as they kissed. “Surely you will not object to your clothes getting dirty now,” Dream purrs, slithering into his lap. 

“That’s what the laundry is for,” he croaks, his hands going up and under Dream’s shirt, scraping pale skin as they kiss more, deep and indulgent as Dream grabs onto his jaw, black nails digging into his beard. The spark of arousal is there, slow and soft as they kiss ― and then Dream grounds down onto him, making him wheeze into Dream’s mouth as his cock gets rapidly interested in the proceedings. “Dream,” he whines as Dream pushes him flat onto the bed. 

Above him, Dream smirks, one hand taking off Hob’s shirt while the other unbuttons his pants, cupping his dick roughly, and Hob shivers as a finger presses against his balls, stroking them. “It will be a delight,” Dream whispers, voice hooking deep inside his guts, cock twitching as Dream bites at his collarbone. Hob whimpers, clutching at Dream’s hair desperately as Dream nips down his chest, tongue swirling around his nipples, then down― “to mess up such a man, so good at his job.”

Hob shivers, gasping and closing as a pink mouth reaches his cock, eyes full of the Milky Way staring up at him as Dream swallows him. Hob can only pant and moan Dream’s name as Dream sucks him to a maddening orgasm.

[roobylavender]

honestly really truly hate the way the bear fandom talks about claire as if she isn’t a person who deserves to have her full personhood recognized and loved rather than be used as a fantasy and crutch for carmy to try to make his way through his trauma and that he subsequently discards at the drop of a hat when he thinks everything goes to shit. you don’t have to like carmy and claire as a couple and it’s clear they’re not meant to be bc carmy’s childhood torment convinced him to believe she could be his way out. but carmy still treated her like shit and to perceive her like she’s a threat to the restaurant or to sydney when carmy is the one who dragged her into his world and imposed her on everyone is insane. claire never asked for anything. she never asked to be used this way and if carmy cast all responsibilities aside that’s bc of his own decisions and inability to dedicate himself where it matters bc he’s busy trying to sort through his trauma first and using other people to do it

[lilaccatholic]

how do i do it though. how do i let go of the bitterness and the hardness when they kept me "okay" for so long? does it come when i finally leave? can it ever?

[lillotte17]

playing Bull's loyalty quest for the 5 hundredth time, and it sort of just struck me that the whole thing is actually hella suspicious.

The Qunari want an alliance, but the one (known) agent they have in the Inquisition, his personal band of Mercs, and the Inquisitor are the SPECIFIC people they want on this dreadnought run? The exact sort of mission that is messy and dangerous, where it is very likely things will go wrong and people will be lost?

AND the agent they pick as a liaison is someone who knows Bull VERY well. Someone Bull saved, and therefore someone he has a soft spot for. Someone he's more willing to trust.

Gatt said that this maneuver would only work with a small group because otherwise the smugglers would see them coming, but they still could have had more people. The coast was heavily wooded and full of caves, there were places to hide small bands of agents. And there is no reason the Qunari would be limited to only sending one man of their own to cover the ground team.

Gatt also knew which job Bull would choose for his men. He knew where the Venatori camps were. So, he probably also knew that the lower camp Bull sent the Chargers to had more enemies than they could handle on their own.

The Benhassrath set Bull up to fail.

They were probably nominally interested in an alliance, but I think this was more about getting Bull back and testing his loyalty than actually extending a hand. If the Qunari REALLY wanted an alliance, they would have gone farther to make sure there was no way this mission would fall apart, and in their pragmatism, they would not throw the whole alliance out over the loss of a single ship, either.

They were never really going to make friends with the Inquisition. The whole things was a trap.

[i3utterflyeffect]

i'm so mad that i can't draw

[newvegascowboy]

Straight Up Not Having A Good Time Right Now

[a-river-of-stars]

If Lawrence of Arabia were made today they probably wouldn’t even leave the studio to film.  They’d just CG a desert and call it a day.

[maggotwithanf]

I got into the Fallout franchise BECAUSE OF Fallout 3 and yeah that's ridiculous and yeah I have no taste but someone out there's favorite game is Fallout 3 and it means a lot to them because it holds a special place in their heart

[mariautistic]

these dlcs have, if anything, just soured the entire experience of ds2 so far to me

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I walked way out of town when I told my parents I wasn’t going far because I’m an adult and can do whatever the hell I want. I’m also pleasantly surprised that it’s foggy outside.

[devilfruitdyke]

praying on the downfall of gender envy culture. disclaimer im trans

[floral-hex]

I’m so over emotional right now. read that Jimmy Buffett died surrounded by his friends and family and started crying. not that he died. that everyone he loved, that loved him, was there with him in his final moments. and his dogs! his dogs were there, too! something about it is so beautiful and nice and fuck, I am bummed he died, but that he went out surrounded by his loved ones makes it seem okay. I’m glad he got that in the end. That knowing you’re loved and you’ll be remembered. I think that’s all we can really hope for in the end.

[katyspersonal]

NEVER give Edgar the ‘sinister glasses shine moment like in animes’ /pos