#it should go unsaid but

[technicalgator]

Doing your research before stating information as fact can make a world of a difference.

[tarriecat]

In the sea of this man's absolutely mindboggling takes and also very good lessons learned about critical thinking and queer creators and all kinds of stuff

I feel like not enough people are talking about how

JAMES SOMERTON THINKS GARY OLDMAN WAS THE FIRST SEXUAL DRACULA

And as someone whose only posts that broke 1k notes have been related to Dracula, I felt a duty to make sure I pointed that out. (It's in Todd's video.)

[dravencore]

please explain the vashwood tag on your last post, i would like to know why you came to this conclusion

wolfwood is always meant to die as a result of trying to follow vash's ideals. this is the culmination of his arc. this is him giving his life to save or spare another person - something that would have never happened before he met vash, or even at the beginning of their partnership.

wolfwoods death is the ultimate symbol of devotion to vash, but more importantly it's also the culmination of the theme of being able to change your future at any time. wolfwood struggled with the position he was in - he never wanted to be the one that makes the hard decisions for the greater good. he considered himself a murderer that would never be forgiven, even if his actions ultimately had a positive impact.

him dying to save livio (and to an extent the orphanage) in his eyes, is a finally purely selfless act that proves to himself that he is capable of change. that he can do more than kill. it's redemption.

it's also important for it to happen right as vash realizes how much wolfwood actually means to him because, in a way, it's vash's fault. his ideals are not and never will be sustainable. wolfwoods death is a direct consequence of vash's martyrdom. wolfwoods death is what pushes vash to kill legato when he needed to.

they have both irreversibly changed each other.

wolfwood needs to die. vash needs to know that it's because of him. they need to have the weight of all those unspoken feelings to truly make it hit as hard as it does.

that's my opinion anyway ❤️

[catgirlreisuwa]

While I understand that people are disappointed about the backstory re: Kazuki’s wife and blame the writing for making her yet another bland, soulless side character who fades into the background without leaving so much as a strong imprint on us, the audience, I have been thinking about it and even though it can be because of poor writing, falling into clichés that make the story progress easily without delving too much into things… I can also see why Karin described her sister as “happy” and “she loved flowers”. At the end of the day, when we experience loss, all that remains are the memories we have of that person. If we do not move on, or until we move on, like Kazuki, those memories will be rooted in grief. And, don’t get me wrong, the grief will always be there! But with time and conscious effort, it will get easier. Karin has moved on, and she remembers her sister the way someone who wishes to be happy without her does.

At the end of the day, isn’t those things the sort of things people say during wakes and funerals? She was always so happy and full of life. She loved flowers and long walks on the beach. She lived for her family and friends. She was always nice to people. Sure, they’re things people say about those who are no longer with us, that do not really have much depth to it. I’m not denying the lack of profoundness in those statements. But, at the end of the day, it’s the trivial, menial things that get said about those who left us. And I think it’s important to remember that.

[redgentleengie]

(Oh wow, another big YouTuber is retiring. And since he's rather controversial in certain circles I interact with, I'll put my thoughts under a readmore. Continue at your own discretion:)

Matthew "MatPat" Patrick leaving The Game Theorists to get his life back after over a decade of nothing but Work™ is but the latest in a line of YouTubers doing the same.

Like with anything on the Internet that involves fandoms, he has haters as well as fans. At the time of this writing, his announcement video is #1 Trending on YouTube, to really give you an idea of how prevalent his channels (yes, all four of them) have become.

I wish him and his family the best. As he says in the video, the main channel is called "The Game Theorists," not "Game Theory," for a reason; it was created in the early days of YouTube where sharing a channel with multiple creators was a feasible model for success. As the site grew and changed, he did as well, creating new side channels to showcase the material that his co-creators would cover. And now they are taking over said channels as he steps down. He says he's ending on a high note, and I agree.

But hey, that's just a theory. ;)

[sevicia]

I'm ngl I don't really understand when people have like more abstract or more fun genders like looking at idk a clown doll and going Omg so gender! It's fun it's cute but ultimately I don't get it cause my gender is like... some guy

[theworsethingsgettheharderifight]

that pro gay faggot is so stupid fr literally we’ve all been called gay fag d*ke tr***y and shit as insults but because he got mad being called queer nobody can use it bc what it personally hurt him?? like grow up lol

This ask actually gives me the perfect opportunity to add a couple things that kinda go hand in hand with that post:

I don't like the word(s) fag(got). Personally. I really don't. This is, of course, based on my own personal experience in adolescence/young-adulthood only ever hearing it used with intense hatred & disgust. Not saying it out of like anger or whatever but just a statement of fact.

That being said, I'm not about to start telling (screaming at) people they can't use that word and if they do they're homophobic, terrible people, deserve to die, etc

I'm not going to use it and I'm not going to call anyone it, but I'm also not gonna even try to police what anybody else chooses to refer to themselves as of whatever. I've got enough of my own like real life problems to invest anything into strangers on the internet lol

When I see it on here 8/10 times I just roll my eyes and keep scrolling. If I really don't like the context/way it's used I'll unfollow/block and then MOVE THE FUCK ON

In the rare instance it's used in like direct interaction with me, I'll just like firmly but politely say "I get that you're not using that word in a derogatory manner, and it clearly doesn't have the same connotations for you as it does me. But I still really don't like that word being used about/towards me, and I'd appreciate it if you could refrain from doing so, please" BECAUSE I AM A FUCKING ADULT JESUS CHRIST

we joke about people not learning reading comprehension or critical thinking skills on here but you know, what's really lacking is like. Basic Communication Skills. Do you not have to take a speech/debate/communications class in high school?? In College?? EVER??? some of y'all fucking exhaust me

[afieldinengland]

it’s literally yuletide

[luisjuanmilton]

Not to be sappy on main but friendship between women is actually so beautiful. I have plenty of male friends but there’s just something so pure about the understanding that can only happen between women, and when you meet a group of girls who you connect with and you know that you can trust with your life it’s genuinely magical. Nothing can replicate it, and when it’s real friendship it will endure literally anything.

[liatreppe]

I know it has to do with being neurodivergent and I know I AGREE with the fact that nowadays audio movies are mixed like shit fr

But I think people should be a little more respectful about going to a cinema as a ritual and a way to consume art. Some pieces were thought to be watched like that and it's important. I know art and we public also do but

Yeah

Also like what gets me is that THERE'S MORE THAN JUST MARVEL MOVIES!!!! BIG COMPANY CINEMAS ARE NOT THE ONLY THING THERE IS!!!!

[wallflowers-in-the-wind]

Tell that person you like how you feel, it’s better to say something than nothing at all and left wondering what would have happened because you didn’t say anything.

[jamminvroomvroom]

hi babe i’m here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but he’s still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex 🫠🫠

play pretend.

ln x fem!reader

in which it’s time to stop pretending…

just a little blurb to say…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot 💖💖 lemme know what y’all think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (it’s exam szn ew)

songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls

warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t be silly…)

1k words

cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.

he’s still here.

you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes it’s because of work, sometimes it’s because you’d promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how you’re such good friends.

but he’s there. and he’s looking at you.

“hi.” he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.

“hey.” you mumble, leaning in closer to him.

he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. he’s a human heater, and you’re cold, that’s the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.

“you’re still here.” you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you don’t actually want him to hear you.

“couldn’t leave you.” he mutters quietly.

you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.

“why?”

“i hate leaving after.”

the ‘after’ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. he’s eyeing up your lips and you’re returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.

this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, he’s gone.

“for the record, i hate it when you go.” you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. you’re anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.

“maybe i should stop going then, hm?” two of lando’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.

“yeah.” you breathe.

it’s like he’s tugged an invisible string, and you’re melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, it’s rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.

“want you. now.” you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.

“i always want you, drives me crazy.” lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.

lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. you’re both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. you’re slick for him already, can feel the way it’s painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.

“take me then.” you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.

lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like you’re nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where you’re aching for him.

“can’t keep pretending.” lando whispers against the shell of your ear.

he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.

“then let’s not pretend anymore.” you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.

“yeah, baby? wanna be all mine?” he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.

“already am, all yours.” you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.

“good girl.” lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.

as if he’s rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. you’re soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.

“so close.” you sound like you’re begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.

“gotta say please.” he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.

“please, lando.” you writhe, canting your hips back against him.

“sound so pretty for me.” he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.

his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.

“cum with me.” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where you’d be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.

“let me see those eyes.” he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.

your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. it’s all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.

“god.” you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.

“i never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning i’d get.” lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.

“not letting you leave from now on.” you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.

“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

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sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo

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[the-rat-house]

Oh yeah Sinday

If you're a mutual and interested in the nsfw blog for this blog feel free to ask for a link

[radiance1]

"I need to find my darling husband!" Said Danny, dressed to the nines in a very elaborate royal dress with a lot of jewelry running through the ballroom after having been on the opposite end of a very worrying phone call.

"Seriously, what do you even see in that mortal!?" Screamed an observant and Danny stopped and leveled them with a glare cold enough to freeze over an active volcano and sharp enough to cut through obsidian.

"He makes me laugh."

Unlike those dead suitors went unsaid, but everyone at the ball (read: search for a bride/groom for the royal ghostling) practically heard it anyways.

Meanwhile over in the land of the living

Okay so Jason may have messed up. Now you see, he hasn't seen his platonic husband for tax benefits in a while, and he's been very careful to not let his identity as the Red Hood slip up before . Not even once in their relationship.

(He's not counting the time his in-laws sniffed him out as a Crime Lord, because Danny never believed them.)

Now, it wasn't exactly his fault he slipped up. You try to fight off an entire group after being pulled up on out of nowhere on the phone while trying to hide said noises of fighting.

Who was he calling? Danny of course since he said he was away for business. What business? Never specified and Jason wasn't going to pry.

So now here he was, bound 'helplessly' as Jason Todd along with a few other random civilians. Which, like, rude.

Wasn't he already good enough for this ancient ritual or whatever?

You know, he really should have walked with that "Anti-kidnapping device" he got that one time. Which honestly he feels like he should be surprised that such a thing exists but considering it was from Bruce. Well.

He's not surprised.

Oh, there's the Justice League now. Shame, he wanted to knock out a few guys himself- Oh, now he's being used to summon a ghost from the Infinite Realms of Royal Lineage.

Yea he probably should have walked with that "Anti-kidnapping device."

Wait a goddamn-

Is that-

"My darling husband!" Danny shouted, scooping him off the circle and away from the head cultist and swinging him around. "You had me worried sick!"

Now, he should ask the question anyone would in this situation when finding out your best friend and platonic husband for tax benefits was apparently a ghost of royal lineage.

"Why're you in a dress?"

"Okay, first of all I rock this thing." Danny huffed.

"That you do." Jason agreed rather easily.

"Second of all, blame those guys over there." He jerked his head in the direction of two very green floating eyeball people.

Not the weirdest he's seen, honestly.

The Observants were whispering to each other and leveling them-Jason in particular-a look.

"Now as you can see, I already have a spouse and I don't need another!" Danny hugged Jason closer for emphasis and he took the time to whisper in Danny's ear. "Did you really marry me to play the husband card?"

"Well, yes." Danny agreed. "But also because of taxes, because I love you and you're my best friend."

"So, we're still done for watching that movie right."

"Obviously."

A pained grunt came from below them and they both looked down to see Batman standing over a very unconscious cultist and looking up at them.

Hm.

He forgot they were there.

"So," Jason began, staring Bruce straight in the eyes. Batman's eyes narrowed. "Don't suppose we can push that forward to right now?"

"Yea, sure why not I'm not doing anything important." Danny leveled the Observants a look, and before either they, Batman, or the Justice League could do anything they both disappeared.

[dragonmama76]

Eddie's head is spinning. He hasn't smoked in days otherwise he would swear he was high as a kite right now. Steve is kissing him and his scent is all around him enveloping him in a haze and Eddie doesn't entirely know what is happening. He fights his way clear to check in, "You want this? With me? This is real?" Steve nuzzles behind Eddie's ear and murmurs, "Yeah, man....of course...it doesn't...it doesn't have mean anything if..."

"Stop" Eddie's voice is somewhere between a whisper and whimper as he pulls back and puts space he doesn't want between them. His eyes burn as tears threaten to form. Fuck, what is he doing? He knows it's stupid. He has yearned to be here in Steve's embrace for so goddamn long and he knows he should just go with it before he loses his chance, but he can't. Almost dying has changed him into a person who can't bear to let important things go unsaid. This is it. This is his moment. No time to roll for initiative or do a charisma check.

Steve is breathing hard, looking lost and Eddie gets momentarily distracted by his beauty, but he has to continue, has to say it before the moment is gone forever. "It does. I'm sorry baby if this is too much, but I want this so much and it does have to mean something." Steve's eyes widen and Eddie forces himself to keep going, nausea roiling in his gut, "For me it would mean everything. Everything. So if that's not what you want, if you're not there then.....it's no. I'm sorry. Just....I can't." Eddie's eyes are pleading for Steve to understand. He hates this. Hates Robin for teaching him about having healthy boundaries. Hates himself for taking it seriously. Hates his stupid messed up heart. He breaks away, looking away from what he imagines is Steve's disdain. Disgust. He almost misses it when Steve huffs out a breath and says, "Okay."

Steve takes Eddie's face in his hands. Lifts his chin and tilts his head so gently. "Okay?" Eddie repeats lost in whatever is happening. Steve strokes his cheeks so gently as he clarifies, "Okay. It's everything for me too." And Eddie isn't even ashamed of the sob that wrenches out from deep in his chest as their mouths crash together and the world melts away.

Found this in my wip folder. I have no idea what it was supposed to be, so I guess it's just this. Enjoy.

[springcatalyst]

reading a new book and going 'ooh I love how implicit the worldbuilding is they dont do annoying internal monologues that dont make sense to explain the setting they just say things and let you figure it out as you go how neat' and then I look closer at the back cover. book three of three