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[indelicateink]

as an american, sam reid’s total inability to hide his contempt for overly fake-chipper american journalists, especially ones who Have Not Done The Assigned Reading know and care about the show, will never not be hilarious and iconic to me

[whumpshaped]

tw derealisation, lashing out, no holds barred beatdown, whumpee held down against their will, gore mention

The pillow tore with the most satisfying sound, feathers flying everywhere in the bedroom. The mattress was a little harder to rip open, but the feeling of wool against Whumpee's palm as they pulled chunks of it out was unparalleled. They grabbed the ruined pillow and threw it against wall across from them, as hard as they could, watching the stuffing spiral to the floor like little white and brown petals. It resonated pleasantly with the buzzing in their own chest, the one they promptly tried to let out and banish as they screamed into their blanket.

It wasn't enough. It was relentless and insistent, the need to do and say and destroy and cry.

Caretaker rushed into the room soon enough, giving them the usual, concerned speech. Gibberish. Caretaker was nothing more to them than a cluster of dissonant sounds and too bright shapes and colours, and they grabbed their other pillow to throw at them.

It wasn't enough. Caretaker caught it and walked even closer, and Whumpee didn't hesitate to grab them by their stupid pyjamas and pull them down onto the bed, punching them in the face as hard as they could. They had to do everything like that — as hard as they could. As intensely as they could. With as much of that annoying, uncomfortable, burning, buzzing sensation packed into it as was humanly possible.

Caretaker's cries of pain weren't the right cries. So they punched them again and again and again, looking for the one that would finally satisfy that craving. They eventually got up and left their friend to bleed onto the now useless bed, deciding to punch the walls instead. Punch, kick, whatever felt the closest to what they thought they needed at the moment, and yet none of it was good.

Someone grabbed them from behind, holding them down despite all their efforts to break free. They hurled every insult under the sun at their captor, unwilling to listen to their quiet pleas and reassurances. They should've gutted them back on the bed. They should've torn their intestines out, maybe that would've made the right kind of sound.

Their fighting died down eventually, and that bone-deep exhaustion began to set in. They slumped against Caretaker, still mumbling threats of violence even as they lowered both of them to the floor. They were sweaty and gross, they realised slowly. There was blood stuck to their knuckles.

The buzzing didn't go away, not fully, but they didn't have the energy to do anything about it anymore. The helplessness made them cry, only made worse by the kind touches they had no power to deflect.

Maybe if they hurt you, a voice whispered. Maybe you'd make the right kind of sound. Maybe that's what you need. Maybe the destruction you seek is your own.

"It's okay." Caretaker's gentle voice cut through the haze, settling behind their ribs and in their stomach like warm tea on a winter night. The world wasn't so loud and bright anymore, for some reason. A drop of blood landed on their cheek, and they wondered how much damage they'd done to their only friend. They were scared to look up. Scared to see what it looked like when it wasn't just shapes and colours. "It's all gonna be okay."

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[quietwingsinthesky]

Thinking about panic room/cage parallels and making myself ill. Because Bobby and Dean don’t force Sam in there. They trick him.

And obviously we know Michael beat the shit out of Lucifer, he tells us that, but do you think that how getting thrown in the Cage actually worked was that after all of that, Michael/God said, “It’s okay, come here, we can talk, you can help us understand,” the same way that Bobby & Dean lure Sam in with the idea that they’re going to need to stop some demon problem for the Apocalypse. And then, when Lucifer did come, when for one final moment he let himself think that this was over and someone was listening to him and however he’d fucked up could be forgiven, he turned around and was told, “This is for your own good.” Before they looked him away for centuries.

[salamander-shaming]

please this is composed like a renaissance painting

[ivettel]

i saw your most recent martian gifset (beautiful btw) and it reminds me so much of the la la land ending and i'm now losing my mind. why were/are they like this??? this is literally a motorsports awards ceremony. why do i feel like i'm watching the bittersweet end to a critically acclaimed movie???

i am so glad you are the one to say this because every time i think about la la land and martian i feel insane and then i gaslight myself into being like You Cannot Write Yet Another La La Land AU You Need To Do Something Different but truly they are so mia and sebastian. HIS NAME IS SEBASTIAN. and he fits. that unrelenting pursuit of his dream, that sweet melancholic fallibility... and mark as the aspiring actor who's getting older and more cynical because for some reason his luck is shit and he can't make it big, but then this broke cocky little hotshot comes along and shows him he can't give up on himself. and they both achieve their dreams in the end! they could have even made it together if they hadn't been who they were!! it's sooo bittersweet i literally have a playlist of la la land songs i put on whenever i write them just to get in the mood.

coughs. anyway to your point--yeah they're honestly awful like when mark looks away because seb mentions that they didn't always have the best of times but when he looks up again with that small (hopeful? rueful? earnest?) smile on his face because seb insists that they're gonna be okay............... when seb looks back over the crowd but his eyes land on mark........................... i need to crawl into a dishwasher

[ganymedesclock]

Okay so here's the take.

I don't trust people who hate kids, but I also don't trust people who refuse to believe that you can be bad with kids or incompatible with parents.

I don't trust people who hate kids, but I understand that on a root societal level people don't properly respect childcare as anything that can be difficult or kids as something you're allowed to not want to have or spend time with.

I don't trust people who hate kids, but I have patience and forgiveness for people who come to the point of saying they hate kids because they're not allowed to say "kids are fine, but not for me" because unless they turn this answer uglier and uglier people will keep trying to talk them out of it because having children is treated much like romance- nobody is allowed to think "that hard" about it or practice it in any sort of """aberrant""" manner but also everyone has to always do it because otherwise we'd have to independently negotiate our relationship with it and that's scary, so it gets turned into a norm that its most enthusiastic defenders all joke about hating anyway.

Kids cannot help but need you. They are not monsters. They're just humans at their most vulnerable. I think everybody should work to gain the skills to make cohabitation with children as mutually painless as possible. That's the baseline I think you can reasonably require as other people. Kids are in society, that's where they should be, and if you are driven to fury by this notion you may be exhibiting an intolerance of vulnerability that probably bleeds over into other areas of your life, maybe examine that.

Nobody is ever obligated to have kids, nobody is ever obligated to like being around kids, nobody is ever obligated to want kids. If someone doesn't think they'd be a good parent it is not your job to talk over this.

Producing a child isn't a badge that you're a real grown-up. (also, holy hell, fathers should have a meaningful stake in their kids' lives, but that's a different issue)

Nobody should have kids unless they earnestly and wholeheartedly commit to it and nobody should take it upon themselves to get on their friends', neighbors', relatives', acquaintances' case about So When Are You Gonna Change Your Mind And Have Kids

but don't take that out on the kids themselves, guys? Kids live in the same reality as adults but they have less experience, less control over where they're going or what they experience, and less ability to separate what's happening right now from what is true of all reality forever. This can be super frustrating to deal with from the outside but I guarantee it is worse from the inside.

[broodygaming]

Gods that scene where Catra, in S3 "Remember", holds onto Adora and says "stay with me" just breaks my heart. Her hesitation in asking Adora what she wants. Her full, complete buy in of this "perfect" reality. Not perfect because of that power she's always saying she wants, heck, Adora is succeeding in CATRAS perfect reality, in their shared perfect reality. It's perfect because... Adora stayed. She stayed. For once in her life she stayed. Except she doesn't. Even here... she leaves.

[wlwaerith]

i am having so much brainrot about galatea & varinia meeting in pandæmonium (i renamed her ancient again 🤡) & how that impacts both of them because, iirc, the canon never established its own rules regarding time travel and what would happen if a sundered shard encountered their unsundered self. much to think about

[dirt-goth]

You can always tell people who have never been to the PNW by their over the top reactions to reportings of anti-queer actions in the region

[davetada]

I miss The Lash

Downtown LA, CA

[bravevolunteer]

i still don't talk enough about charlie's death actually it makes me SO upset to think about like what do you mean michael not only lost his siblings but also his childhood friend who basically felt like family...

[stevie-baby]

less than 5 hours into my trip and i almost started a bar fight with a drunk asshole who had at least half a foot and 50lbs on me

[bored-libra]

i was so drunk last night, i couldn’t get past the speak now tv annoucment but if boygenius don’t come out at MY show, i will be rioting in the streets

[marko-level]

Bar Nancy 11.11.22