#just give him a break

[molliemoo3]

I dont know who cursed Tonio but could you give it a rest please

[1serotonindeficientgirl]

Random thoughts on last twilight Ep9.

A story of misdirected anger and misplaced care.

As an Indian I'm used to seeing fictional characters who are morally correct (even upright) in TV and movies. Older movies were mainly about beautiful, obedient, sometimes innocent women who will never do a bad thing that might potentially hurt others. They are willing to sacrifice their happiness but will never do something that will bring a bad name to their family.

An opinionated woman is always considered an antagonist who will change at the end( sometimes don't. And they will contempt till their death). Though it has changed somewhat these days, the impact it has is huge. Indian soap operas still do these characterisations. They will produce hundreds and thousands of episodes regarding the moral virtues of the main characters and how they conquer the evils. An indian fairy tale.

Fairy tales are good. But we always outgrow them. Life happens. We all have to move past the fairy land and face the reality. And the reality is...

Real people don't act that way. They stumble on making decisions, they make mistakes, they do horrible things to others, they could be selfish, they could be wrong, they react badly, hold grudges, they just do things that make them human. Humans are grey. They don't walk on a path that was shaped by their morality, rather they walk on a path that shapes their morality. People make choices and that makes the difference.

In my personal opinion while watching a movie/series or any work of fiction we need to consider this point. What you see on the screen is a story of someone who made certain choices in their life and continues to make them. Their choice may not be ideal in some cases, and it's fine. Just because they are a central character in a particular story doesn't make them less human. And humans, inherently make mistakes.. Remember,

Now coming to the series Last twilight, we have seen Day(the protagonist) holding an intense hatred towards his brother Night. Day is going to be blind because of an accident that happened while he was picking up his drunk brother. Day holds on to the notion that Night is the reason behind the accident. As an outsider, I can agree to it to some extent. Things could've taken a different take if only the characters act differently. An outsider could see that. The people in it can't. We could point out what went wrong, a sensible way out, a possible solution because we aren't the one that is experiencing it. We are not handling the steering wheel, we are watching it outside, with a head that is cooler than people inside the car. They are experiencing it first hand, and are vulnerable. They may not possess a level head of an outsider. Whatever Day and Night experience is valid. Day has just thrown out from a life he was building on. He is a college student with bright dreams. An ambition, friends, a crush and many more. All that just overturned in some moment. Now he is no longer the same. People around him view him differently. Before our hero Mhok came into the picture, Day was secluded in his room, completely devoid of any light, just darkness engulfing his whole persona. He no longer is a golden boy, a national athlete, a reliable younger brother, whatever he was before. He is a blind man now, someone who needs assistance to step out of his room(which none of his family members efficiently provided). He is now someone who lives his life recalling the cursed accident and wallowing in self pity. It is natural for him to consider himself as a victim. It is natural for him to see night as a villain, it is natural for him to brush off Night's effort. Day lost whoever he was during this time while Night lost nothing (at least nothing visibly.) What Day see afterwards the accident is a changed brother. Someone who treats him as fragile, who "takes care" of Day, someone who decides for him. Day is no longer a person to them. And he despises every minute of it. So he does things out of spite. Day regains a little bit of authority after Mhok. And he is evolving. He is making things right. He is changing. His thoughts are evolving. It's not easy to forgive and forget things. It might take a while. It's his journey towards acceptance. He will reach there.

Night's guilt is valid. He blamed himself for the accident and no one was there to correct him. He corrected his old behavior and accepted new things. Like protectiveness towards Day. It's a good thing. But his way of expressing it just irked Day. Night's protectiveness comes off as restrictions and him deciding what Day could do and not. He is deciding for both of them. Trying and miserably failing to live for both. And by that losing himself in the process.

We are seeing this story from outside. We see both of them. But they don't see each other. They don't show the changed version of themselves to each other. As long as that communication is missing, both of them will go on a circle.

It's not just Day that is hurting. Night too..

It's not just Night that is trying, Day too..

They are both victims. We can't just blame one for the suffering that another person is going through.

Also just because Day is the protagonist, it doesn't mean that he is immune to mistakes. He can and he will make mistakes. It's not a fairy tale. it's a journey of self acceptance. The path is rough and will make people stumble. That's okay. Because that makes us human.

Also why do characters have to be black or white? Why not grey? Is the color grey not pretty enough? Is she not appealing enough? 🥲

[zaya-mo]

Cross :(

[hsakuras]

HES SO AND IM SO AND AND AND IM SOBBING SM

[myowndumpsterfire]

alexander: i don't know if i can talk about this

therapist: you don't have to worry, this is a safe place you can talk about anything here

alexander: ... i meant "i don't know how to say this without sounding batshit crazy" but ok

[lazylittledragon]

Dadstarion has me in a chokehold and the way you draw him being so GENTLE with Kit is so precious, I would die to see the transition from his new parent terror to how comfortable he eventually gets with him :O

of course he got there eventually <333

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike catching strays out here,,

[osamudaisies]

i just realized that dazai is still hooked to that heart monitor while all this resurrection business is going on lmao

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello Madam. Sorry Madam.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[nocek]

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

[sidoyaboi]

My dearly beloved…re2 leon…

[nelkcats]

Immortal Nanny

Bruce Wayne had never been a father. He knew what it was like to be a good father, and he knew what good fathers should be like, but adopting Richard was an impulse, a moment when he decided to give a child the comfort he needed, as he himself had needed in the past.

But just because he knew and understood didn't mean he could do it, or that he could become a good father instantly. Alfred would be a great help, of course, but it was he who had to raise the boy, Alfie was too old to start raising another child.

So, it was only natural that he forgot all about his busy life as "Brucie Wayne", adopting Dick hadn't stopped the million interviews or meetings, and while Alfred was extremely capable, Bruce still decided to hire a nanny.

Daniel Nightingale was a bit of an outsider (in a good way), he was studying at Gotham U, and was doing very well in his chosen career; though his records were strangely empty, Bruce knew he could trust him. His tired look and the shy smile he gave him upon arriving at the mansion was enough to calm his concerns.

Perhaps it was because he was just starting out as Batman at the time that he didn't investigate further.

Anyway, Dick loved Danny, from that first day, he used to tell Bruce about his "adventures" and how much fun he had. On one occasion he even told him they had a snowball fight (which confused him, because it was July but he was too tired to question the excited kid).

So, Danny became Dick's, and later Jason's, official nanny. He never complained and always smiled. The boy got along quite well with Alfred and would attend to any emergency, although he was never involved in the vigilante business.

It was only after Jason's death, when Tim arrived, that someone began to question Danny. Tim wasn't sure about Danny, there were a lot of things...that just didn't fit, and if the old photos of the mansion were any indication, the nanny wasn't getting any older.

Dick wasn't ten anymore and that was pretty obvious, but Danny looked exactly the same. Tim frowned, puzzled as to how no one had investigated such an oddity before. Alfred simply looked at him with an amused smile. He wondered how long it would take for the family to notice the (rather obvious) secrets of the elusive nanny.

Alfred couldn't blame the boy, the easiest way to hide something was in plain sight. And he knew the halfa would never hurt his family.

[willowser]

i don't think bakugou is that kind of useless dad that can't do anything without you helping him, but i do like the idea of him being a slightly frazzled new-ish dad 🥺

katsuki decides to take the baby with him on his run to the grocery store because you deserve a break, however small, and everything is fine, honestly, like. he can handle it.

but he is standing in line to checkout and there is drool on his shirt and his hair is a little messed up and sticky from being tugged on and he's got his items in one hand and baby on his hip.

your little girl has entered into that phase where she just likes hearing herself make noise, so she's clapping her hands together and just babbling, sometimes too loud, so loud that it attracts attention.

and katsuki is sort of bouncing her a little bit to keep her from getting squirmy, mumbling, "yeah, dah dah dah dah, i know," right to her ears only, giving curt nods to any of the older ladies in the store that coo over the sight of them.

[simonbrain]

part two to this

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you awaken the next morning to the smell of something delicious, something familiar. like what your mother makes every morning.

you suddenly jolt up to find the bed empty, the thought of your family sending a wave of panic down your spine as you hastily pull the thick furs off of you and make a break for the front door, almost forgetting about the man who carried you home with him last night.

"oi, where are you off to?"

the deep voice from behind you causes you to yelp in surprise, and the arsehole has the audacity to chuckle.

you could only turn around and stare at him, unsure if you should run. he looks like he could snatch you up in a few strides, even if he gave you a head start. you glance back at the front door and remember just how long it took to come back here; there's no way you'll make it back home without getting lost.

"...my village. i— i need to go see my family, please." your voice breaks as you think about your loved ones, and tears begin to well up in your eyes. you try to blink them away, and the blank look on his face only makes you feel more helpless. he doesn't look bothered in the slightest.

"your village went up in flames—nothing but ashes now. no use going back." he says it so bluntly, moving past you to block your only exit and disregarding the dejected look on your face. you shouldn't be so ungrateful; he saved you from those beasts, didn't he? a poor thing like you would have been torn to shreds by them if they had found you crouched behind that tree. sweet little lamb wouldn't have been shown half the mercy simon showed you.

even if you did manage to escape them, what would be the point of walking around the endless forest in hopes of finding help? you wouldn't have made it. no, the pretty thing looking up at him with glossy eyes would have tripped over her own two feet.

"but— but i—"

your bottom lip quivers when he steps forward, crowding your personal space. he stares you down so intensely that you lose the ability to speak. go on, love, his eyes say. try me.

he huffs softly when you sniffle and look away. sensitive thing you are.

your stomach growls quietly, and that's simon's cue to place a rough hand on the nape of your neck so that he can guide you to the table.

he watches with quiet satisfaction as you eat breakfast, an even quieter interest bubbling in his stomach as he observes you. the sullen expression on your face almost makes him feel bad, but you'll just need to understand that this is for your own good.

as days pass, you find yourself growing more comfortable in your new home. simon (you've come to learn his name) is quite odd. he doesn't reveal much about himself, but he does listen when you ramble about your family, and he feeds you the most delicious things. it's quite a lot to eat, but you shouldn't be surprised; he's built like a damn bull, so it's no wonder he makes enough food to feed four people.

you try not to stare at his back too much when he's in the kitchen cooking, or at his arms when he's outside chopping up firewood, or at his hands when he absentmindedly places a paw on your leg.

however, simon—the mutt—is shameless. he drinks in the sight of you, with or without your knowledge, eyeing any exposed skin with a hunger he hasn't felt in years. he doesn't push you to do anything; he wasn't raised like that, but at the end of the day, simon is still a man. it's in his nature to go a little dumb in the presence of a sweet girl.

he quenches his thirst with a hand on your thigh during mealtimes. his palm against your back, slowly trailing down to rest on your ass as he teaches you self-defence outside. an arm wrapped tight around you as you both lay down for the night.

still, it's never enough.

then one day, when simon returns home after spending several days out, looking more rugged than usual with torn clothes and dried blood on him, he pulls you in for a hot kiss. he doesn't give you a chance to tear up at finally seeing him after so long or question him about what he did while he was away.

he only takes what's all his.

you let out a squeak, grasping at his hands, desperately trying to keep up with how he devours you on the spot, his greedy tongue licking into your mouth. the tension radiating from him is palpable, his itching fingers trailing down to squeeze at your hips, tugging you closer to him. simon swallows up your little noises before pulling away, humming in satisfaction at the dazed look on your face.

"even taste sweet," he muses quietly to himself, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

"you're injured." you frown, finally finding your voice. your face is still burning, but simon just chuckles softly, interlocking his hand with yours and leading you to the table. the quicker he patches himself up, the quicker he can get back to pulling more of those sweet sounds out of you.

[chloesimaginationthings]

you draw adult michael like he kisses boys daily instead of taking his meds but teen michael like hes homophobic and you're so real for that tbh

This is such a funny read but you’re sorta right too