#problematic watching

[gavin-plz-call-me]

problematic watching the biggest loser rn and 1. bob the trainer is so gay it's crazy and 2. im so attracted to bob

[azurevoltage]

What might have been~

[eahcomforttrash]

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

🌼Totally Spies🌼 new season in year of 2025??? here we go???

[idlesuperstar]

Donald was the best partner in movies I ever had. We were brothers and we loved each other. We had such a deep, sublime chemistry. There was nothing intellectual about it, just this amazing natural harmony. I first met him in the commissary at 20th Century Fox when Robert Altman told us to have lunch together after I’d been cast in M*A*S*H. At first I thought: I don’t think this guy likes me. But it was just the opposite. The thing was: we were such opposites. I’m a Jew from Brooklyn and he was a Canadian from Nova Scotia. But it was perfection: never any conflict, just bread and butter – a relationship that felt like a miracle. Making M*A*S*H made us immediately close because while everyone else was working with Bob Altman, we worked for Bob Altman. He kept us a little segregated. We were both really unsure about the improvisation, the direction of the movie and Bob’s approach in general. Donald was hired well before me, but once I signed on we had the same deal: no less than second billing, and the same money. Later in production, Richard Zanuck, who was at that time running 20th Century Fox, said they wanted to give me first billing. I thought: “Oh that’s a nice honour. But Donald is my friend! I’m not going to be opportunistic – he was here first and should have first billing and I’ll stay in second place.” That’s what Donald meant to me. I never told him about that. A few years later, I turned down the screenplay for the movie that became S*P*Y*S, about two bumbling CIA agents. Then Donald called and said: “Would you do it with me?” And I said: “Oh that’s a different story. Of course!” On the first day of shooting in London, we drove to work together and he said: “What do you think of the script?” I rolled the window down, threw it out and said: “It’s a piece of junk. The only way this will work is if we swap parts.” But the producers could not digest that, so we just did the picture. Yet we did bring some of our own ideas to the table. There wasn’t an ending, for instance - so Donald and I agreed that we would just walk up the road with our backs to the camera and sing Side By Side. We worked together and we succeeded together, but we didn’t socialise very much – though having the opportunity to develop a relationship with some of his family was a total joy. Once, Donald was making a movie in the Bahamas and I came to visit because I had a week off from making The Long Goodbye and was interested in his leading lady, Jennifer O’Neill. Kiefer, his son, was five or six and Donald introduced us. Kiefer wanted me to stay, so when I said goodbye, I said: “Kiss me, Kiefer.” He had an ice cream cone in his hand and put it on my face – he kissed me with his cone. Donald was a true human being – and not all of us are. He could identify with any of us. His presence and his nature, his life and his mind are an asset for everyone. We all come and go physically, but as a being, he was really special and unique. I don’t put anything in the past. With me, it’s all in the present. My feeling is that for as long as I am living, Donald will be with me. I have no doubt about that, and I’m not being sentimental. I can see Donald now. I will see Donald for ever.

Elliot Gould - Donald Sutherland remembered by Keira Knightley, Elliott Gould, Ralph Fiennes and more in The Guardian

[problematicsashawaybright]

Jesus had 12 friends and only got betrayed by one of them that one time. Anne had 2 friends and got betrayed by both multiple times. Statistically, I feel like Anne had it worse

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

thinking about how mulder loves to get scully a gift, usually terribly heartfelt, even if disguised as something flippant:

the superbowl vhs tape he brings her when she wakes up from her coma in one breath (and her deadpan "i knew there was a reason to live")

tickets for a football game to watch together in irresistible

bringing her flowers to the hospital in memento mori (he lies, saying he stole them from a guy with broken legs to make her laugh)

the birthday keychain in tempus fugit (and when she finds a meaning to it, he claims "i just thought it was a pretty cool keychain")

that is a man who is always thinking about her.

[storytellering]

Hope you're watching, boy.

[834k]

I'm so glad they have social media in the tsbt world because I know there's so much online discourse about how problematic Auristela is because of that mlm sponsorship

[moxysanders101]

any yhs fans in the chat!! ! !!

[hey-heigo]

idk anything about v3 but im very happy for that nervous girl and her transition. unexpected but extremely based of spike chunsoft to make that canon

[pseudophan]

buffy the vampire slayer agegap discourse on twitter happy birthday amazingphil

[cautionwetspiralstaircase]

here's pili's end-of-stream rant from yesterday (right after killing ros for the second time) that i transcribed for fun earlier ^ ^ ft. him yelling at god (?) and freaking out about pangi

(source: Dtowngato 27/28 Jan 2025 PREPARING MYSELF TO FIGHT CLOWNPIERCE (im cooked) - Realms SMP ---- Main Account @/dtowncat, around 2h51min)

(CW suicidal ideation i guess)

Pili: I’m done. [Bad: Pili!] [laughing] I am done. I am done. I am done. I am so done. I- [laughs] I am so done! I can’t do this anymore. I- I can’t do this anymore. I am done. I am leaving this place. I’ll come back on the 31st, and you know what- you know what- maybe I do deserve dying, maybe I do deserve to get myself humiliated, [yelling] I am done! I am- [in a more normal voice, as he turns around and starts looting Ros’ drops] I- actually kinda need the armour, gimme a second. [laughs] Lemme- lemme- [in a loud voice] spare change... [stuttering] Spare- spare change... Spare- spare change- ooh, cobweb. Spare change... Spare change, anyone? Any- s- um. Um. Spare change... Um. [To BBH] Can you give Ros her tools? I’m just leaving this place. I am so- [Bad: Mm-hm] you know what, [laughing] I am so done. I am- [starts running out of spawn] I am so done! I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I am so leaving. D- I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I am sick and tired of no one taking me seriously, I am sick and tired- I tell people things, they don’t understand, [laughing] they- don’t understand, I- am done. I’m done. I’m gonna leave Ros, one life, maybe she’ll start appreciating her life more. Maybe. Maybe- [indistinct noises]

[quietly] I’m done. I’m done. I’m so done. I’m so done. I’m- so actually done. [pause] [shoots a teleportation arrow] I’m so- you know what, I- I genuinely feel so bad about it- [falls from a height before getting teleported again] oh. Ouchie. [inhales] I genuinely- I genuinely- I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. If I’m such a bother, if I’m such- an asshole that I’m gonna leave. Like no one ever wants me and I- I get why. I’m not playing victim here, I get why, but it’s just, I’m- I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done with this, I’m done with everyone, I’m- I’m- yknow what? [getting louder] I deserve this. And here’s the thing. [laughing] I’m not victimising myself, I’m a fucking asshole! And what?! I am! And what! I- This- is- literally happening, is gonna happen over and over and over again, and it’s just gonna get worse, it’s just gonna be worse than before, and I’m not gonna be able to stop it! I’m not gonna be able to stop myself! So I might as well just like actually leave. I might- I might actually just leave. I might actually- I’ll come back on the 31st, everyone fucking hates me probably. Everyone fucking hates me now. Like it’s done! It’s done! It’s not- there’s no coming back from this. There’s no coming- I- I do this to myself. Every single time. [hits the table] I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. No, I deserve this. I- deserve this. I...

[inhales] I just- [pause] [laughs] I deserve this. 

I actually deserve to die. [pause] You know- [pause] [laughing a little] when I get my fucking ass beat, I am so gonna enjoy every single second of it. When he makes me- actually fucking regret every single choice. I’m gonna be enjoying it so bad, cuz- I for sure deserve it now. 

I’m just leaving. I’m- I’m- I’m just leaving.

I’m such a fucking coward. [inhale] I am such a fucking coward. [laughing] I am- I am such a fucking coward and I hate myself!! Oh my god! [inhale] Ever- [voice breaking, laughs again] Every single time! Dude. Oh my god! Every single time! I can never do it! I can- [frustrated yell]

Such a fucking- coward, dude. It’s crazy. Dude! It’s just- why do I keep killing- weak people?! Why?! I don’t understand! It’s actually a problem! Oh my god! 

[yelling] Like- what am I supposed to do?! [frustrated noise] Like- they don’t even give a proper fight! Like- [pause] like- Tubbo died in two hits, Ros died earlier, Ros died now in two hits- like- I killed Piso for fuck’s sake! I killed Piso! It was Piso’s like first fucking day on the server in like a month. And I killed him! And I fucking killed him! I killed Fit! I- am the only person that I- really wanna fucking kill. I can’t! I literally can’t! I’m- [stuttering] always standing there like a stupid fucking idiot. I always stand there like a- stupid fucking idiot. And I’m [laughing] never- I- 

[he walks past a skeleton horse trap and lightning strikes]

Oh. For fuck’s sake. [looks up at the sky] Can you please leave me alone for one damn time. I am. So done. I am so done. Like how much you want me to suffer, how much- how many times- how many times, cause you made me this way. You fucking made me this way and you know that I can’t stop, but you didn’t make me even strong enough- you didn’t have the fucking guts to make me strong enough, dude. That is- [frustrated noise] [inhale] I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I need to- I need to take a chill pill. I- actually, hashtag chill pill. Cuz we are so chill. I am so chill I am so chill I am so chill I am so chill I- I am so nonchalant, I am so chill that if a fucking zombie just took- actually, no! Actually, you know what, maybe I don’t deserve to die in Clown’s hands! Maybe this entire time I don’t deserve it, cos I don’t feel like I’ve earned it. I am- I need to- I need to work harder, I need to train harder, I- [pause] I need- to work harder cause I- it’s so far not good enough. I have- [indistinctly] it’s so far not good enough, and I don’t know, I think this time I might take the L again [mumbling] I genuinely think this might be the one that I take the L. Yeah, I know, never gonna be good enough. [laughs] [inhales] My whole life is a joke! It’s actually baffling. [inhales] My whole life is a joke. [inhales] [quietly] Oh, no. Pangi’s so dead. Poor Pangi is so dead. [laughs] He’s so dead! [quietly] I- fucking killed him. Oh my god I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid I fucking killed him. Oh my god I fucking did it. [pause] Oh my god I fucking- dude. [exhales] It’s gonna happen again, it’s gonna happen again isn’t it, it’s gonna happen again! [inhales] It’s gonna happen again!! Ahh!! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh- I wasn’t even thinking about him. Oh my god. I wasn’t even thinking! I wasn’t even thinking properly I wasn’t even thinking through! Oh my god I’m so stupid I’m so stupid I’m so stupid! I wasn’t even thinking through! Oh poor Pangi- ohh my god- [quieter] how many more times am I have to go through this, again- [laughs]. I- w- [frustrated noise] I genuinely wish that I never met him. I genuinely wish that I never met him. This is.

Oh my god... Ohh. That guy is gonna- [falls a short distance] oh my f- [inhales] that guy’s gonna kill himself, isn’t he. He’s gonna get himself killed, that’s crazy. [pause] [inhales and exhales, sounding like he’s almost crying] I can’t wait to be gone. I- you know what- [pause] there’s no. There’s no turning back. Things are done. I- am. Just gonna keep- going, til I die, and then- I’ll be in peace. [pause] I’ll- I’ll be in peace. [whispering] I’ll be in peace. I just have to die. I just have to die, maybe I’ll kill Clown in the attempt, but th- but then- but then what? [laughing] Then what?! I kill him once, he’s gonna wipe me off the server, he told me about this! [another noise] [inhales] Oh... He has four lives. He has four fucking lives, dude. Like even if I kill Clown, he’s just gonna come back and kill me again. And again. Until I’m dead, I’m gone. 

[quieter, sounding tired] I’m just- you know what. I’m just gonna. I’m just gonna go. [inhales] I guess- I can at least try to kill him. [inhales] Maybe- cause I’m dying. That is a hundred percent real. I am so dying, and you know what? I- can’t wait for that to happen. But until then- I shall practise to at least- at least- um. [pause] Oh my god. I- I gotta at least kill him once, like- I could have some sort of legacy on me before I die, I cannot die like a fucking loser who killed people that had like- worse armour, worse stats, worse everything. [pause] I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it. Non-stop training, for the next days, until the 31st, and I’m gonna kill Clownpierce, even if it’s the last thing I do before I’m dead, and I am gone forever. [laughing] I’m gonna do it! I am doing it!

[lovelywaterbuffaloes]

[artistic--screaming]

I honestly don't give a fuck whether somebody's proship or antiship or whatever the fuck. I always hate when people go "ERMMMM that artist is problematic cuz they PrOsHiP" ok why are you telling me this? I don't care. Find a real problem, I beg of you. If you really don't like something, just block it.

Like, I feel as if the only time people should care if someone's proship is if they endorse whatever problematic thing they're portraying IRL.

[emmg]

wiiiip not Wednesday lol

tagged by @heylittleriotactand tagging fellow babes in turns hehehhehee @aldisobey @jainydoe @caffeinatedmunchkin @thepalehorsevictoria @excited-hiss

I have bits and pieces written here and there, but nothing solid except for that one passage where Emmrich googles the definition of sugar daddy, texts Rook to ask if that’s what he is, gets a lolwut in response, and then has to google that too because he doesn’t understand youthful slang lmao.

So instead, here’s something from Herbarium that I’m working on, because I am absolutely, furiously, seething over the fact that Veilguard didn’t even give us the bare minimum of a chance to call Emmrich out on how utterly insane lichdom is in the context of a romance. Nope, all we get is the option to deliver a thumbs up, like great job, buddy, enjoy your undeath, let's boink! Yet, somehow, the concept that you can love someone without blindly supporting their worst decisions is just... nonexistent? Our Rooks should have had the option to say, I love you, I will support you, and I will help you chase your dream, but I can’t stay by your side if you go through with this. Even if I love you more than anything. But no, apparently nuance is too much to ask for. Anyway.

****

"I'm sorry. Deeply, terribly sorry," he whispers, his arms encircling her waist, his face pressed against the rise of her ribs. "I love you; entirely, inexorably. You need not return it in full, only in the measure you can bear. But you are my last, Rook, my very last, and I cannot begin to imagine what I would do if you did not return. I love you as I am, and I will love you in lichdom, and I will be able—" 

Above him, a sigh. Her fingers move through his hair in uneven strokes.  

She sounds depleted when she speaks, and then he remembers—she is. The hollows beneath her eyes have grown pronounced, the skin bruised with fatigue. Her hair, dull and lank, clings to its unwashed roots. 

"Please stop talking about it," she says, neither entreating nor reproachful. There is no sharpness left in her, no irony, no venom. Just a voice stripped of its essence. "I will support you, no matter what. You know that." 

"Support is not the same as acceptance. To bear something is not to embrace it." 

Her fingers continue their indifferent sweep. "No," she murmurs. "It isn’t." Another breath. "Can we sleep now, Emmrich? Don’t you want to sleep? I’m cold, and I want to sleep. And I want to hold you." 

He loved them, he told them, all those figures trailing behind him, the blurred procession of his past. Some answered with a nod, a perfunctory thank you. Others only blinked, uncomprehending. A few, after a pause, offered a measured well, then. Fewer still returned it, though never for long.

Rook says it differently. Quieter. She presses it to his cheek, light as the slip of paper one tucks away without reading, its corners already worn, its message already known. Groggily, she moves, sliding beneath the covers, lifting them just enough for him to follow. She is not sentimental—that, precisely, is why her I love you, spoken without tremor or weight, drained of inflection, is the only one that lingers, the only one that resists erosion. 

Suddenly, he feels as if he has forgotten all those that came before; their voices die out, sinking into the same nothing that swallowed old promises, childhood prayers, the smell of rooms he will never step into again. He strains to recall them, but there is nothing left to grasp. Only hers remains, colorless and bland, like the last light left burning in an empty house. 

Love is acceptance. Love is support. But they do not always converge. This is what rattles him, what makes him press his face into her shoulder, trying to quiet the lurking dread. 

Oh, she will support him. She will watch, nodding, shifting her weight from heel to toe, a restless pendulum of feigned ease. She will smile, make some awful quip to puncture the silence, to quell her own unease. She will tell him to go through with it, whatever it may be. She will take his father’s butchering blade, wipe it clean, and place it, without hesitation, into the hands of the one chosen to sever him from life. Then, when he returns—when he steps over the threshold, no longer a man but a thing made of magic and will—she will greet him, kiss the bare curve of his skull, wish him a good eternity, and walk away.

Because Rook has never struggled to seek out what she likes. She will continue. She will find something, someone, to cherish, and to cherish her in turn. She will support him, yes. But she will not accept. 

He wants to seize her hands, press them between his own, feel the warmth of them before it is too late. He wants to shake her, to shake sense into her—or out of her—until she understands, until she sees what he sees. Why, why, why can she not grasp that this is the better course? She would not have to lead the charge, would not have to stand where death is swiftest. He would take that place, step into the fire, let the blade that might have cut her down pass through him like wind through a hollow. What harm could it do? He would be beyond harm. A creature of eternity, of patience, of limitless devotion, the power of the Necropolis at his back.

He would not sleep. Would not tire. Would not falter. He would guard the tombs, guard her, keep vigil over the living and the dead alike. He would serve Nevarra, and he would serve her, and in time, oh, in time, perhaps he would find something—a loophole, a secret, some arcane twist of fate to keep her from slipping away, to keep them both here, tethered, together. 

No one would have to cross that final, irreversible threshold. No one would have to see what lies beyond—whether it is the blank serenity of the Maker’s realm or a silence so absolute it swallows even the thought of regret. 

Please, please, please, he wants to say, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, his breath wasted against the fabric there. Let me love you like this. Let me stay. Let me make it so you never have to leave.

She would not even have to look at him, if the sight of what he became repulsed her. He would spare her that, too. He would wear a veil, an illusion, his old face, preserved like a saint’s death mask, a perfect glamour.  

Nothing would have to rot. Nothing would have to change. Nothing at all.