#that insult me or my friends or just ... anyone?

[lilislegacy]

The way haters just boil Annabeth's character to just insulting Percy and not seeing theres more to her really shows how much they dont get her. Honestly Percy would hate them for this...

thanks for the ask @emilia9622!

agreed completely. like if you want to dislike a character, go for it. but don’t lie to yourself. don’t base it all off of one thing or flaw and make it 100x bigger than it is.

for instance, i don’t like luke. but it’s for a multitude of reasons. he knowingly betrayed all his friends several times, fought a deadly war against them, and intentionally poisoned the camp. he was percy’s first friend at camp and was a mentor to him, but had no issues lying to him and deceiving him. he literally was fine with the idea of 12 year old little percy being dragged down to tartarus. he also let annabeth be kidnapped and forced to hold up the world. when he finally saw thalia alive, he fought her and tried to harm her. yes i know that there is very complex trauma and history that led to all his actions, and i really do feel so bad for him, but i can’t respect someone who betrays his close friends like that. no matter what. i could go on and on, and don’t get me started about him having romantic feelings for annabeth… UGH. but that said, i understand why people love his character. he’s complex and has a lot of really good history. he also has a wonderful, yet tragic, redemption at the end. he really deserved better. i don’t have love for him, but his character deserves love. i’m happy that there are people to love him so that i don’t have to, because i have personal reasons for not liking him. i think luke is an amazingly well written character and i think rick wrote him beautifully. the truth is, besides the singular part where he admitted he had feelings for annabeth, i wouldn’t change anything about him or his story. so personally, i don’t like him, but i think he’s a great character and objectively, i can see why people love him.

it’s okay to dislike a character. but don’t pick their biggest flaws, strip away all the good parts of the character, and fool yourself into believing that’s all they are. (and then continue to go on tumblr and scream about how toxic and terrible the character is 🙄)

this is what “people can’t handle complex characters” actually means. people often throw that phrase around. people say that about readers not liking jason all the time, but the truth is, people are fully entitled to not like jason. it doesn’t make sense to me, because i LOVE jason. he’s my cutie patootie. but the people who dislike him simply don’t like him. they don’t usually make him out to be someone he’s not, they just don’t like him for who he is. they often just don’t find him interesting enough to break down the more complex parts of his character. it breaks my heart, and i don’t understand, but that’s okay. they just don’t like him. there’s nothing else to it. most annabeth haters, however, make her out to be someone she’s not and then proceed to hate on that one self-generated version of her. it’s so toxic. THAT is not being able to handle a complex character

no, annabeth is not perfect. if she was, she would be unrealistic, and people would hate her for that too. yes, she has excessive pride. she tends to think herself above others, and yes that even includes percy at times. but you know what? she admitted to having that issue all the way back in book 2. she was literally 13 when she explained to percy what hubris is and how it’s her biggest downfall. she’s a self aware queen. she knows it’s an issue and she works hard to correct it in little ways and make sure the people around her, especially percy, know she values them and their opinions. anyone who read the heroes of olympus series unbiased and got to read her POV knows that annabeth holds percy in the highest regard. she respects the hell out of him. even though sometimes she says things that aren’t nice, she doesn’t truly feel that way and always corrects it in some way. she’s not selfish, she’s just tragically intelligent, and it naturally gives her a bit of a complex. it wouldn’t make sense if it didn’t.

and i love her for it. the fact that she has a real flaw that can affect relationships, but that she is self aware of and actively works on, makes her legit one of my favorite characters ever. she’s SO realistic.

but people take that one flaw and make it her whole character. they call her cold and harsh, when in reality she’s one of the most warm and sensitive people in the series. she takes care of her friends. she’s strong and she’s often the leader, but it’s because she’s so loving and kind all the time. she works hard and looks out for everyone. she makes friends fast for a reason. she’s a wonderful person. she’s so, so sweet, and it breaks my heart that people choose to take that away from her.

anyway, sorry i just word vomited so much. basically i agree 100%.

[one-idea]

Oh man skyward sword Nami remembering Nika's death and having a breakdown because Luffy and Zoro are her boys!!! Her first ever friends!!! She watched them first starting out!!! They mean Everything to her and she Knows they mean everything to each other /so why did Asura kill Nika/??? If anyone was going to figure out the mind control it would be her

I love my Skyward sword au because it has so many opportunities for things like this.

Because the Romance Dawn trio is special to me.

The whole crew is going to have a hard time when they remember Nika’s death especially since it was caused by Asura. Trying to tie the Luffy and Zoro they know now to the two gods they knew in their past lives feels impossible with the knowledge of how it ends.

But they are Nami’s boys. The two idiots who dragged her along on their adventure. Even when she pushed them away Luffy just laughed and Zoro put up with all of her insults and venom. They accepted her. Usopp and Sanji to but they joined after her. They didn’t see how it started. She betrayed all of them but it was Luffy and Zoro she knew the longest (heck Sanji barly knew her when she stole the Merry)

Yet despite all that they still came for her. After everything that happened at Arlong Park they helped her, they still wanted her as their friend.

Luffy might have grabbed her hand and yanked her out of darkness but Zoro was always there to steady them. To catch them when Luffy’s force eventually knocked them over. They are her boys. And you can see it anytime the three of them interact. Luffy is captain, Zoro is first mate and Nami is navigator they run that ship.

So for Nami to have the flashback of Nika dying. (The crew all get different parts of the truth via what their past life saw. They are able to price the truth together as they unlock the whole story) but she gets the memory of Nika dying.

Of her past life Tenki runing up to Nika and cradling him as he dies. As he tries to tell her it’s not Asura’s fault. Asura approaches them and Tenki starts yelling at him “go away! You’ve won! Leave him alone!” As she pulls her friends closer to her body to try and shield him. Only to watch Asura collapse in front of her, tears steaming down his face because he’s back. He’s back in control and he’s reaching out to Nika sobbing because “what have I done. No no no. This can’t be happening.” And Nika is reaching back for him “it’s not your fault. They made you”

And suddenly Nami is back in the present tears streaming down her face as she now knows the missing piece of the puzzle. Someone controlled Asura/Zoro to attack Nika/Luffy. It makes far more sense than any of their original ideas.

But then she has the horrifying realization. “Who has the power to control someone like Zoro? Someone with will as strong as Zoro that he’s willed himself not to die, who could control him? And are they still around?

[tuninghearts]

Alastor goes to the ruins of his broadcasting station to mourn his dead staff. Lucifer trails behind him, and offers him a deal.

Radioapple Week - Day 3

Prompt: Deal/Blood

The shattered ruins of his broadcasting station were a pain to witness.

Glass shards scattered over untouched dirt. The foundations have toppled from touching the bloody sky to now meeting their grave’s hands, clasped in its fists. The fluorescent lights that once flickered with a hint of life have been completely wrecked below the layer of glass, soul torn from its lifeless body. It’s gone, his reputation, and what he had built it upon.

Though, he must thank Charlie for rebuilding it, but they have not gotten rid of the clatter beside it, a painful reminder of his loss against Adam.

The trapdoor was swung open, to crash against the rotten wooden floor. He climbs inside, clothed knees scratching on splinters, and perched on top of the desk was his broken staff. Its shaft was snapped in half, the ends, its point of impact, bent and curled. He hadn’t found a way to repair it, for regular scotch tape wouldn’t work, and it’s certainly not going to be fixed with a hammer, for within it contained magic, and therefore physically putting it back together was of no use in terms of usage.

“Good evening, Alastor,” A voice creeps behind him, low in pitch.

He jolts, and turns around. Lucifer, standing there in that suit he found himself in the bar last night with, only this time it was rid of its stains. Inching closer and closer to him, floorboard creaking every time he does, his hands reach behind him to support his body when Lucifer looms over him.

“If this is your way of telling me you want to be close to me, I’ll let you know it isn’t working,” Alastor tells him, annoyed and petrified.

“Oh, come on, you think I’m that horrible? Wow, I guess nothing has changed since last night,” Lucifer pulls himself away from Alastor, and a part of him wants to reach out to the arm that flows past his face when he turns his back against him. “I want to make a deal with you.”

“You came all this way just to make a deal?”

“What’s going to be a better time to do that? Don’t be so hard-hearted, you slept in my—”

“Okay, okay, goodness, tell me what your terms are and get out of here.” Alastor pushes himself upright. Reminders of last night hurt him. They hurt him with thorns of flowers and wilting petals. They hurt him with flames when he was promised heaven.

“I’ll fix your staff, and you better stop trying to run away from me every time I get close.”

“That last part was awfully vague, can you explain more so that I don’t get myself twisted in something which wasn’t clarified before?”

“I want you and I to become close together. To be friends. It’s not as if it’s going to harm anyone. In fact, I think Charlie would enjoy us finally getting along.”

Oh no.

“Do you think I’m stupid enough to accept that deal? What makes you think that I would ever want to befriend you?”

“Last night—”

“I was drunk, you fool. You’re talking to the sobered up Alastor here.” An insult slipped past him, and it made Lucifer seethe with anger. He didn’t know what came over him, maybe it was because Lucifer is poking himself in places where he shouldn’t be, or matters involving his vulnerability aren’t something to toy with.

“Well, then,” Lucifer paces around. “Would you want to have a broken staff for the rest of your life?”

Fear rattles his core. His staff, which initially helped him in the battle, but he was tainted with a life-threatening scar when it broke. A part of him he didn’t need broken. A part of him that helped to raise him in strength, in power. He couldn’t let that part of him go. They were two intertwined souls.

“Would you want to be helpless for the rest of your life? I’m sure that when you fought Adam, you used your staff for the majority of the fight, correct? That means, you won’t be able to fight if you lose your staff, right?” Lucifer taunts him. The condescending tone hits him in all the right spots, pushing the right buttons.

That’s it.

“So, would you—” Lucifer starts, but Alastor cuts him off.

“Fine, fine. I’ll make the deal,” Alastor sighs, and reaches out his hand.

As their hands locked, light sprung across the room—he was sure it would push through the window in fierce rays, haunting anyone who stumbled upon their wretched mess. His hair pushed backwards, against his forehead. He squints. His teeth graze chapped lips. When they pulled their hands apart, Lucifer had a wide grin that he couldn’t tell if he wanted to stay on his face or slap it away.

“Give me your staff,” Lucifer puts his hand out.

The broken parts of Alastor’s staff were handed to him, and he held them ever so gently in his fist. He turned around, and a green light burned from his hands. It decorated itself on Lucifer’s attire, until he let go and it clattered to the floor as he screamed in pain.

“Gosh, this—” Lucifer grumbles. “Ow…”

“Be careful with that staff.” Alastor rushes to pick up the staff, checking for any dents made. It was fixed, put back together, and seemed as though it was unharmed from the start. “Why did you—” he stops himself when he sees Lucifer.

Golden blood trickled down his palms, cascading down his fingers to puddle and seep through the cracks of the floor. Lucifer was almost teary-eyed when he caught him, murmuring insults to the staff and the overall process of fixing it. “Why is your staff so powerful? It burns,” he sobs, and Alastor feels sympathy bubble within him.

“It’s magical, what do you expect? Is it going to be as stupid as your little cane? Of course not.” He scoffs. “Here, let me help.”

“What—” Lucifer pulls his hands away. “Don’t hurt me.”

“It’s part of our deal, right? To be friends?”

“I…” Lucifer scowls at the thought. “Fine.” His hands were placed in front of Alastor, but he rushed off to the side to grab something from under the desk. “What are you doing?”

“Getting what I need to fix you, obviously.” Alastor comes with a cloth and two strips of bandages. He puts them on the floor while he holds one of Lucifer’s hand, first picking up the cloth and wiping his palm, much more gentle than he’d like to admit. Lucifer’s teeth are overflowing with pain as he grits them, and Alastor does his best to minimise the amount of time the cloth touches him.

“Your cloth is dirty.” He points out, and Alastor chuckles.

“It’s cleaner than the rags that are sold here in half of the shops.” Once he’s done, he puts a small plaster on the area. It was a small cut, not seeming to be deep as the Mariana Trench but with the way it overflowed with blood before, he knew that he couldn’t keep it open for much longer. He needed to close it up before it rained everywhere.

He starts cleaning up the second hand, and Lucifer yelps with pain. “Slow down, oh my gosh.”

“This is as slow as I’m going. Do you want me to press hard?”

Lucifer grimaces, and shakes his head. His hands were an odd warm feeling in Alastor’s hand, and taking care of him in this way gave birth to a bud he never thought he could ever handle. Though, with their new deal, she supposes he could give it some sunlight to bathe in, let it thrive for as long as it can.

He puts the last plaster on his palm, and Lucifer peeks down at it. “Thanks,” he mumbles.

“No problem. So, does this mean we have to be close?”

“Not necessarily. You just don’t get on my nerves every chance you get.”

“Okay,” Alastor sighs. It’s the end of their bitter rivalry, and though it’s something he’ll miss dearly as he had a lot of fun toying with the King of Hell, he is looking forward to what comes next.

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[martyrbat]

[ID: Bruce Wayne and Minhkhoa Khan breaking up in the rain. Bruce is in normal civilian clothes while Khoa has a white cloak on and a mask that hides his eyes. Khoa persuades, “We'll start in a small city in Southeast Asia, and systematically dismantle its criminal underworld. Out all the corrupt politicians. And then we'll go to the next, and the next. We'll build a high-tech base of operations that moves with us. We'll live well off the coffers of the gangs we dismantle. We'll expand from there. In time, maybe we could even tackle a city like Gotham. Not like boys, but like men at the peak of our skills.” Bruce simply tells him, “No.” Minhkhoa points an accusatory finger at him as his angry response has been edited to be a post by @/egirlbutternubs that reads, “But babe you love being gaslit.” END ID]

[ao3commentoftheday]

I really wish people who asked for instructions how to do a thing didn't also feel the need to explain why they need the instructions because I'm super happy to tell anyone how to filter stuff out of their ao3 search results, but so often I end up uncomfortable or insulted or taken aback when I could have been saved that reaction if the person had just stopped talking after asking their question.

Good: Can you help me filter out stories that are shorter than 3000 words?

Not-so-good: Can you help me filter out stories that are shorter than 3000 words because I hate short fics and half the time the people who write them are really bad and I just get really annoyed when I have to scroll past them all the time

I love short fics and I encourage people to write them and I love writing them myself. You really didn't need to insult me (unknowingly) to my face while asking me for a favour, y'know?

Anyway, if you want to filter out fics that are shorter than 3000 words, use the Search Within Results box at the bottom of the filters menu and type in words>3000

[neyafromfrance95]

i'm so sorry to see that you're being vagueposted about for your sylki takes. it may be true that how you see sylki is a bit different than a certain section of the fandom, but that doesn't at ALL mean that you shouldn't be allowed to have your own takes! fwiw, i followed you bc i actually agree with and really enjoy ur perspective on sylki. i was getting frustrated with how many people seem to view this ship in a super heteronormative way and want sylvie to basically become a housewife, and i was so glad to find a blog that felt the same way. this fandom has become tiring tbh with how many people are now freaking out that sylvie hasn't immediately started having lokis babies in s2, and i really wish that people would at least leave room for others to have their own opinions!

this! that section of sylki shippers do not leave any room for you to have your opinions! they act like a fanon police controlling what you say in your posts on your blog!

and god forbid that what you say opposes their own hcs and takes, if you commit this unforgivable sin of having a take that is different from theirs, you better be ready for some good old online group harassment! they will make you feel like you are not welcome in this fandom, they will make sure that you are hurt, they will alienate you and force you out!

but no, you are the bad guy for jokingly calling a fandom in general "vanilla" and saying (after several disclaimers that it's your personal opinion) that when it comes to canon, you don't think that sylvie should be all about being loki's housewife.

at this point i honestly hate this fandom. there are some decent sylkis out there and i love the ship itself, but a big portion of the fandom has simply sucked all the joy for the series out of me. i wonder if they realize what the consequences of their behavior could be? back when i said (in my blog) that i don't think sylvie having babies is a compelling completion of her story in canon, and this bunch came to my blog to harass me for my takes, i was in a very *very* bad place already, and the space that was supposed to be my escape pretty much turned on me and added up to an already depressing state i was in.

and bfr anyone says that it's just a fandom wank, let me tell you that these people know how to be really cruel, whether they realize it or not, their behavior is simply cruel. they don't just argue in favor of their opinion, they shit on you personally, get aggressive towards you personally, make you feel like you "can't sit with them", ect. it gets really creepy and ugly.

and the thing is, i never addressed anyone specific in my posts, i never said *this* person and *that* person have shitty hcs/takes, i never even vaguely hinted at a distaste towards the hcs/takes of someone specific, but they accuse me of pointing fingers. when i said that i didn't think canon sylvie having babies would work, i never said anything about sylki babies in fanfiction, yet people accused me of pointing fingers at the fic writers. and they would come to my blog, harass me in the replies and asks, and talk about how despicable i am in their own blogs, and it went on and on for a while.

thanks for your nice words, anon, they are uplifting. and to those who can't stand me so much, don't worry, i'm going to leave this fandom once the series is finished. i hope you are satisfied that being a shitty, gatekeeping, narrow-minded, egocentric person worked for you! but don't ever feel entitled to complain about how lokius shippers treat you.

[yeyayeya]

They’re just my boys

[brown-little-robin]

get loved, nerd

hello.

commentary in the tags. it is slightly negative, so please feel free to simply scroll on if that's not for you!

[paradisetemporarilymisplaced]

sorting through wedding rsvps is putting me in my reputation era

[davlucies]

remember when imbalance came out and people managed to be upset griffin handled dav's perspective about cycle 92 & his relationship with lucretia with sensitivity, nuance, and realism

[ravensroleplays]

Y’know, if I wasn’t getting ready to start drifting away a bit from my AUs and focusing more on my new original story, Oasis to Oakwood, I might actually consider incorporating the events of Security Breach into my FNAF AU?

[medicinemane]

All I'll say, is that college professor who bitch about "professionalism" in students forgets that it cuts both ways

You're a professor, this is a student. You are in theory at least and educator, and so when someone behaves in a way you find unbecoming it's your duty to say "in future please do ___ because that's the polite way to do things" rather than just tearing into them and complaining... to do other wise... well it lacks professionalism

Because it's never a reaction to the student being like "Yo what up skank?", it's always something minor that's not even a universal faux pas

Which cuts to to the core of what it's really about, it's never the language used, or that handing in an assignment only x minutes before the due date is an issue, it's a pure power trip

I don't know about you, but I find power tripping pretty unprofessional

These professors will act like the sun shines out their ass while throwing bigger tantrum over nothing than a toddler would, while citing that the student isn't behaving properly and it's just... you're a disgrace to education, you make academia worse with your presence, you have the emotional stability of a child, and for all your pomp and airs you lack even basic manners which is the foundation of being a professional

Just get tired of that kind of professor and wanted to complain about them

(Bonus complaint, professors who brag that only a small % of students pass their class. Oh... so you're a bad teacher... you're not good at your job. You fail at the one thing you're paid to do with a large % of your students)

[apathyfairy]

my whole life ive been thinking im an old soul bc everyone would tell me i was bc i was “serious” and quiet and shy as a kid and riddled with social anxiety so i was like ok. i must be then. and now im realizing im not lmao like honestly as stupid as it sounds i think that was putting pressure on me to know how to live my life and what to do all the time but now im like oh im new no wonder im afraid of absolutely everything and i cant function and everything disappoints me it’s bc i dont know whats going on. im new in town. and im incorporating that into my belief system now

[soulemissary]

do these people not realize that they cannot hope and wish their way to a better life. at some point u have to use the hands you were given and do something to improve your circumstances

[hpdgirlfriend]

thinking about how when they got attached to someone else (a genuinely horrible person btw) i blamed myself for not being good enough and started being more attentive but when i got attached to someone else they started emotionally neglecting and ignoring me

[intergalacticaquarium]

Just outlined the next chapter and got some of it written and have I mentioned before that my core competency as a writer is writing angsty arguments that drive forward character devopment bc it is and I have