#sorry for the brain fart

[aroanthy]

trying to write something about how much i hate the ‘misandry in utena/the utena fandom’ crowd but it feels kind of redundant to me. i think i just don’t consider people who use the word ‘misandry’ serious people. i do however feel an obligation to occasionally make my position clear on that front, because im aware i tougapost and some people love to bring that guy up as the misandry in the utena fandom poster boy. which is so fucking stupid because touga is not victimised by ‘misandry’, touga is victimised by homophobic violence which is wrapped up in misogynistic violence, both of which are the cogs in the machine we call patriarchy. touga is not affected by misogyny in the same way that anthy is, that’s one of the key takeaways you can get from their being foils, and i don’t really like the whole ‘oh patriarchy hurts men too’ stuff because it neglects the fact that men reap so many material benefits from what some people deem ‘harm’ to them (emotional repression being the big one. it’s not great but when you’re the privileged party and gain power from it, who cares? it’s like the inverse of kozue trying to use sexuality to gain power: she can’t do that). but touga is a shitty dysfunctional person who has been shaped by violence and in turn perpetuated violence, and his character excels, imho, at examining how patriarchy functions and attempts to homogenise life’s many complexities. same deal as nanami really. they just play different roles in this gender essentialist nightmare that crunches out any grit. and you can extend that idea to all rgu characters but i am who i am and that is a kiryuu siblings enjoyer

[justshipsandstuff]

SPOILERS!

Using my internet privilege to create weird yuri situations

[empressofmankind]

You ever think about Crocodile's pre midlife crisis disillusionment-with-piracy look? I think about it a lot.

I am completely normal about this.

EDIT: Hey, hey you, psst. I did some more work on this!

[somethingaboutmint]

Quick ugly doodle of cassidy contemplating her sexuality at some dump somewhere

[0ffisially0ll0]

doodle practice with my au moon✨️

[anemic-kazutora]

No one mourns the Wicked

If you like Kisaki, I automatically like you, just so you know.

I wanted to make a point about how, to me, it is obvious that his thinking isn't actually healthy, that there is something we are forced to overlook because of the narrative that makes Kisaki's reasoning about Hina make sense in his own head. By this I mean that there is no way someone as smart as Kisaki would pursue the plan he concocted if not for the need to desperately fight against something, which, I argue, would be loneliness, and the feeling of worthlessness that comes when you realize that your efforts mean nothing if there is nobody to acknowledge them.

Kisaki liked Hina, she was his childhood crush, but also so much more than that, because she was the first kid to ever treat him nicely and not like he was some subhuman weirdo because of his aptitude in school. She was the only one who showed the willingness to accept and welcome an outcast like him, not in spite of his perceived weirdness, but because of it- and this is where I argue that Kisaki is most likely neurodivergent, whether one agrees or not. She's a lovely person, she is everything that is good (I love her very much).

It feels to me like Kisaki is a number of things: - a "gifted child"/"genius", the type that adults love and kids despise, the type that has no friends because of it, the type that decides their own worth based on their successes or failures because their talent is all they are and ever will be to anybody who meets them; - plagued by the need to fit in, be accepted and recognized without actually changing himself in ways that betray his core values/what he thinks makes Kisaki Tetta Kisaki Tetta (which is something that is, I think, shaky and hazy to himself also. He's his brain and his smarts, but what else...?); - convinced that he's inherently unlovable and worthless unless he has tangible proof of his own successes (which is why he confesses to Hina only after realizing his 10 year plan) while also thinking, constantly, somewhere in his brain, that he's above everyone, that he just needs to show them just what he can do, that he's so much more than any normal person could hope to be; - unable to see others' affection as anything but transactional (something he can earn like a medal, something he has to trade for); - unknowingly (to a degree) desperate for genuine human connection (which he finds in Hanma despite not realizing it, because he's 13-14, they are both too young and neither really realizes that death can happen to them, too, and that they probably never could make it clear that they genuinely did care for one another); - deeply lonely and envious of everyone who isn't and is naturally a people magnet (Takemichi, Mikey, for instance).

To me, he was simply a boy who wanted to prove that he could do something great just by himself and on his own terms, that he was enough as a person for others to look up to and acknowledge, that he was worthy of the same love Takemichi could effortlessly get, just by being his naively heroic self. But he got caught up in the idea that Kisaki Tetta was what everyone else told him he was: a weirdo one should stay away from. He made that his strength, he became exactly what they said he was, because his admiration for Takemichi turned sour when it became clear that his charisma meant there would be nothing left for him. He mentions that a gang leader needs to have the looks to be successful in the part. He has resigned himself to the spot of those who lack every quality he values (outside of his own smarts), but he never stopped hoping that he could stand where the others, the "good" ones, like Takemichi himself, stood. He wanted to be like him, and be liked like him. But he couldn't, because he wasn't Hanagaki Takemichi, he was only Kisaki Tetta.

The end of the manga proves that simply having a friend who understood him from the start would have allowed him to become the fulfilled person he was always meant to be, that he was never inherently evil. He was just suffering through what Takemichi describes as the most painful thing. He was alone.

He was alone and he died alone. At 14, on a February night, on the asphalt, alone, under the horrified gaze of someone who had just had the thought that he would have deserved to die, someone whom he looked up to, despite everything, who had just told him that now everyone knew what he was up to and that nobody would ever listen to him again. He died alone and the only friend he had was too far away, and came too late. He died alone and the only one who could truly miss Kisaki Tetta was Hanma himself, while Takemichi belatedly realized that it shouldn't have ended that way and that it still wasn't right, that Kisaki was just like him: weak and only powering through by sheer force of will. He died alone, and he was the only one who died thinking and saying that he didn't want to.

He never got to be graced with forgiveness like Kazutora and Izana. Nobody even tried to understand him, save for Hanma and Takemichi.

No one mourns the Wicked. Yes, goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked cry alone Nothing grows for the wicked They reap only what they've sown.

[wazzappp]

Random spooky REAU doodles

[gemharvest]

I appreciate all forms of Ekurei but I think the strongest form is where Ekubo is still in that green wisp form and Reigen is just inexplicably Into That. During downtime in the office he pulls Ekubo down to sit on his chest as he reclines and everyone looks at him like 🤨 🤨 😐-~{🤨] and he just stares back, Ekubo cradled in his arms, and goes "Whaaaaattt..." He would kiss that spirit in front of everybody but its EKUBO who would feel way too embarrassed by that.

[frownyalfred]

Anon theorizing about lady Gotham and lady Lazarus and am having thoughts again.

Can you just imagine the average Gotham citizen looking out their window that points out to Gotham river and seeing the bats there all lined at the bank of the river with Batman holding Robin in the middle and just standing for a moment. Then as one they begin to walk into the river until around waist deep of their tallest member and five of them form a circle around Batman and Robin in the middle as Batman allows the both of them to go under. For a long moment nothing happens until the five heads snap as one downwards as Batman with Robin rise. They stare at each other for a long moment before they make their way out and into the night.

us: wow, so eldritch

the average gothamite: no fucking way they're going in the fucking RIVER. honey, come look at this! yeah, they're just fucking swimming in the sewage. no, I don't know why. I'll tell ya, you couldn't pay me to snorkel in that shit. there's still fear toxin and chlamydia in that water from last year. yeah, grab your phone. we should get this on camera in case they turn into crazy monsters like those guys down in the Narrows did last week. hey, don't fucking make that face at me again -- I told you my cousin saw that go down. it was Ivy and some weird shit with the river! yes, honey, waterborne chlamydia is a thing --

[ganondoodle]

sorry about that last rambling post, i didnt mean to sound like its worse than it may be, but i got no ... lense to view it through but my own, and the main reason i wrote it out anyway was bc i needed to get it out (even if posting it might be not the greatest idea) .. and bc it kinda showcases, i think, how my stories kinda write themselves, involuntarily in a way? its not like im not putting in any effort- but its like .. i cant STOP it always keeps going and even the dumbest idea stays in some form, its very hard to get everything in place bc theres so much going on all the while i am very slow at making anything, writing or drawing anything, especially anythign coherent is very hard bc not only do i get constantly distracted, i get distracted by my own thoughts suddendly skipping to a certain scene and me having to go throguh imagining in detail NO MATTER how many times i have done it before for the same scene that i already decided on how it goes, when theres a new idea it can take over my entire day bc i cant let go of it-

not trying to sound either like im the only that has that sort of problem, but i think its a big part as of why i start tso many projects without being able to finish them, or even start them bc i constantly have to fight my own thoughts from derailing into another daydream session, thinking of too much too fast than i can ever draw or even write about and not knowing what is worthwhile and what isnt (im telling you i have no idea what is good and what isnt, idk why but for all i know all things i do could be trash, or they all could be bad, maybe the one i thinnk is decent is actually worse than the things i deem not good enough and once i start to think no this isnt good enough i stop having fun making or thinking it bc im trying to do better

honestly its kind of impressive that i can get anything out at all, not to pat myself on the back there but even if i hate how long it takes me, considering how much im having to work just to start working on something at all, the fact that i could post stuff coherent enough for some people to understand AND LIKE is something i should be a little more proud of

[deadlysoupy]

yeah starbee hurt each other. yeah they're kind of parasitical. they're inevitably going to fuck each other over, deepen the scars they already have, sometimes cause even more damage

but they'll know when the other is hurting thousands of miles away. they'll stick bandages on old wounds, inflict new emotions, make themselves better out of spite

[enden-k]

guys i rlly enjoy talking with yall and reading and answering your messages and stuff but its getting REALLY overwhelming lately so i need to say, please dont infodump me with things youre not sure i know (maybe just wait for my answer first instead of just going off). my brain is small, it shuts off when it sees a message so long i have to scroll and scroll and scroll 😭

to the dr ratio chain anon: I LOVE YOU FOR THE MENTAL IMAGES

[suzuki-ecstar]

fernando alonso celebrates qualifying p2 with his team — monaco gp 2023, photos by zak mauger

[storyweaverofgondor]

Ok, I am driving myself crazy. I was watching Grimm and i saw this:

It quite literally made me go

Because one of the people I'm following on here loves this Japanese rabbit and constantly spams this character on my dash and i instantly thought of them.

But i have been up since 4am and it is very late and i can't for the life of me remember their username.

If the person I'm talking about sees this, i hope it amuses you. Please forgive me my poor tired brain which refuses to work properly.

[fan-mans]

Got inspo from this post

Bonus!!

dedicated to @scrubazoid (Sorry this is so late lmao)

[merrycrisis-if]

hi allie!! not to be annoying but if mc told the ros “i can hold the world in my hands” then held their face, how would the ros react? 🥺

Nat’s entire face softens, with the corners of their eyes crinkling just so. They step in closer, grinning. “Wait,” they say, reaching into their pockets—it’s a little difficult, with your hands still cupping their jaw—but they manage with some effort, drawing out a bar of chocolate. 

They gently lift your right hand, sneak the chocolate bar beneath it, then puts your hand back on top of the bar. “There,” they announce goofily, pecking you softly on the tip of your nose. “Would be a sad kinda world with no chocolate!”

Shay lets out a delighted laugh. “You keep saying cheesy things like that, and I’m gonna start thinking you have a thing for me,” they say, voice dipping low and silky. You blink, and Shay’s hands find their way onto your hips, pulling you in towards them. 

A thick black eyebrow arches upwards, and a smirk worms its way onto Shay’s lips. “Do you have a thing for me?” Something about their infuriatingly assured grin makes you feel they already know the answer to that.

Qiu blinks. You can see their lips quiver as they try to keep a straight face. They take a deep breath, then let it out again. The lips are starting to do a bit of a dance, but Qiu’s eyebrows knit together, still clinging on to some modicum of faux disapproval. “Really,” they say dryly. “God knows how many years of literature classes, and that’s what you come up with.” 

That’s when you frown. “Excuse you,” you protest. “I’m sure Shakespeare would’ve put it into one of his plays, if he thought of it first.” 

This time, Qiu snorts. “Sure,” they say, even though they’re smiling playfully now. “You beat him to it.”