#these fools don't deserve it

[mayasdeluca]

What I appreciate about your blog is that you can critique both ash and Ali’s play without tearing them down as a person. Like on Twitter ppl go too far and twist in their game critique while also saying ash is a horrible human or something which I don’t think is okay.

I agree and I honestly didn't think I said anything that bad even when the Sheridan/Ash conversation got brought up and then suddenly people started going crazy. It's like unless you go into extreme defensive mode and act like a crazy stan then you must hate Ash deep down and don't care about her. I'm so tired of these crazy people going after people for not feeling the same way they do about thing, whether it be Ash in general, as a player, whatever. Not everyone has to have the same opinion and it doesn't make them less of a fan just because they aren't going into psycho mode. The amount of people trying to act like my mother and talk down on me right now is so embarrassing lol I definitely know which stan it is now too so you've exposed yourself and I'm not going to acknowledge your nonsense anymore. I'd rather just discuss all things Ali/Ash/Gotham with people who are going to be respectful and stop getting so damn defensive over certain opinions and that be the only time they come into my inbox. That's not it. Go do that with people on Twitter or L Chat or wherever you want to attack others.

[lilithofpenandbook]

Seriously how can M*r*uders stans like random Slytherins (who tf are Evan Rosier, Pandora (is that Luna's mum and why tf is she Evan Rosier's twin in half of these), and I don't even want to discuss Regulus) and make them Actually Misunderstood Good People Who Were Forced Down That Path when at least one of them *coughreguluscough* was obsessed with Voldemort

And then turn around and make Snape an awful person?

[weaponizedmoth]

"Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is a vampire in love with a human. Better integration than I could possibly have dreamed."

(just some Sundown The Vampire in Retreat fanart. More details and B&W vers. under the cut, etc).

:)

[askblueandviolet]

MAYOR SUCK A DICK- *die in fire*

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[dailyperkele]

Headcanon Week

Day 6 - Torso (part 1)

Going to divide this headcanon in two since 1- felt fitting for the weekend; 2- I still haven't decided which theory I like most,,

I'm torn about how Per'kele got his exposed muscles- a theory I have is that it could be part of a botched moonscorch from the time he first won the Festival of Termina (thought of it when someone suggested that moonscorching could be slowly happening during the three final days or as the subject slowly loses their mind instead that all at once during the last day or at the end of their mental rope- forgot who exactly talked about it, damn it.)

Alongside his jester motive it could've been about a desire for a twisted freedom (jester's privilige- do and say whatever one wants without punishment as you don't matter)- be it from who he was before the Festival or from the Festival itself- could've also been him finding his own freedom in the bloodshed.

I imagine the last step of his transformation would've been for his ribs to detach from the sternum and open outward into a sort of reverse Blood Eagle, whilst his organs or torn muscles could've went to form a twisted pair of wings sprouting from his insides (think of the Pilgrim Butterflies from Dark Souls 3).

He would've technically had two pairs of wings- THE symbol of freedom - yet both would've been non-functional if not full-on hindering. So it'd be Per'kele just kneeling on the floor with his back arched backwards and his "wings" stretched out against the moonlight.

An empty promise of freedom granted through blood and gore yet instead forced to always look up towards the Moon, towards Rher, as payment towards the god for having granted a fool's wish.

[the-aprilfools-bitch]

Fools is pretty shut up

Fools is not pretty <3

# lulu is delulu

[problemnyatic]

You have to choose love. I'm sorry, I know. I know it hurts. I know you're upset, you deserve to be outraged. Your pain is real and deeply unjust. But you have to. You have to choose love.

There's too much hurt in the world. Too much bitterness. The powerful have built an inconciecable machine that turns all human suffering into unimaginable wealth, and it us hurting all of us. It has taught us to hurt each other.

We can't let it continue. We can't keep lashing out at each other. We can't keep making enemies of our siblings in pain. We have to choose love. We have to.

We have to forgive each other. Not entirely, we don't have to forget our pain, but we have to forgive enough to see each other as more alike than separate. We have to forgive each other for being taught to cause hurt.

I'm not your enemy. You aren't mine. There are people poisoning our planet en masse, killing our mother earth, erasing whole cultures, stripping human rights to keep us disempowered. We can't let ourselves become each other's enemies, even when we hurt each other.

Your pain is real. You deserve better. We all do. But we'll only achieve better if we save our ire for the real bigger fish. We can't keep fighting over the details, we all already agree on the most important part: we deserve better.

Language will always be muddy, we won't all speak the same meaning into the same words. We're gonna step on each other's toes, hurt each other deeply, even when we mean to be gentle. We're going to make mistakes along the way, we'll be misguided. But we have to forgive. We have to choose love.

I know this is preachy, I know this is vague, I know this is corny. I know. I'm just.. scared. I'm terrified. Every day I see so many like-minded people on here who would sooner tell one another to kill themselves than agree to fight for our common causes because of deeply held presumptions of character built on superficial things. I see people declaring anyone who finds joy in the wrong things, the wrong labels, to be as good as an abuser, as the very people who've put the boot on our necks in the first place.

I see so many people see the state of our world, the abysmal status quo, and respond by pouring a deep righteous passion into delineating who of us is a worthy enough aly and who is effectively a walking incarnation of their ideological enemy.

We'll never be able to achieve the unity we need to take our rights back if we're so quick to make teams and choose sides. I know, I know that a lot of these things actually matter, I'm not trying to dismiss the significance of any of these things.

What I'm saying is that, despite these conflicts, we need to swallow our differences and choose to love each other enough to focus not on the ways in which we are divided, but on our unity in oppression. Every LGBT person is threatened by any of us having our rights taken, we are a family. Every internet user, proship, antiship, vanilla, kinky, artist, lurker, all of us are threatened by attacks on privacy, by the advancement of censorship of any kind.

We can sort out our grudges when there's time. But I can't help but think too much is too dire for us to let ourselves choose to fight each other as enemies when we're all in such similar need of better.

We need humility in the face of error. We need to let go of the fear of being wrong, of having believed the wrong things, fought for the wrong causes, of having hurt other people. We need to release our guilt, for no amount of it will ever heal a wound inflicted, reverse an error made. We need to see even our enemies as human, even the worst of us as human. We need to remember that we, and others, can always make a choice.

Everything is so, so goddamn scary. It's hard to know what to believe, and who to trust, and who and what and where is safe. And I think that the answer has to be love. We have to love recklessly, we have to be kind no matter what. We have to trust ourselves to change, to be capable of change, of being accepted for changing, we have to trust each other to mean well, to accept us when we try to improve. We have to give second chances, we have to seek the humanity behind each other's actions, and seek to connect with it.

I love you. I want to make a better world with you. Even if we believe different things, I want your life to be easy. I want food in your fridge, I want joy to be an old friend you can always count on being in your daily life. I want rest for you. I want sleep to come easy, I want you to feel safe. I want you warm in the cold, and cool in the heat. I love you.

[blanketforcas]

i really love me some robsen but i was so looking forward to a jensen solo. 😒 also i'm still angry mish isn't there. 😞 and now they speak of jib15. i wish jensen would stop doing this con altogether tbh.

yea i get u! there's still a chance for a solo panel tomorrow, since rob has autos at that time i think. but we'll see ig

it's been too long since we had a robsen panel so i'm happy tbh, we still owe one from last year's jib that didn't go through

and idk there's so many cons that will have cockles, i don't really care about jib anymore in that sense

jensen just likes cons for the sake of getting to meet and connect with fans (and it's good money) so i'm not surprised he's open to coming back again

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

So frustrating that I spent most of my 20's alone and not getting laid and now my 30's are almost half over and the situation still has not improved 😩

[drbrando]

🐊 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 - 𝟐𝟔 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 🦎 ⎯⎯ google doc ∙ backstory fic ∙ playlist ∙ lookbook ⟶

quick rundown: this version of diego exists in a modern au; he lives in the states, runs the herpetarium at the local zoo, and also does alligator presentations; he has a sizable social media following and an ego to match; he is engaged and lives in the suburbs with his fiance and his pet bearded dragon (anguirus)

rules: avoid nsfw topics; this blog will remain sfw // flirting is fine (as long as you're 18+) but please keep in mind that this diego is very happily engaged and probably won't reciprocate // interacting as yourself OR an oc OR as another character from JJBA is fine! // i'm not that selective about who i'll interact with but please also remember that this is diego and he might be an asshole towards people he doesn't know. that being said, he is capable of making friends :))

⌜𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: i'm not familiar with the roleplaying community and how it works on tumblr, this account is meant to be a fun, light-hearted space for me to play around with this iteration of diego. it's less of a roleplay blog and more of an ask blog.⌟

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[kyeterna]

"Oh General, what did you witness the night of the tragedy?

Oh General, could you have even known that your inability to act doomed the world?"

The Army of the Primordial Flame, the only strictly military guild- working directly under the Fourth Overseer, has been known for its expansionist expeditions throughout the world. Expedition "AURORA" was one like many. To lead such an expedition means your strategic skill has been acknowledged by the Fourth Overseer himself, the greatest honour. Gale was never really religious, he didn't care much about the Fourth's vision of the world. He just liked the prestige and importance that came with his role. And he was good at it.

The expedition was successful, only taking 4 months with no casualties. Back at Farport, he had managed to return with all 560 soldiers and mercenaries contracted from the Pharus Guild alive. Their trip back to Arkhan would have taken 3 days by boat. As Volkan had warned him; "It would be the best course of action, after all I have good reason to believe you might get attacked by enemy guilds on your way back. Keep an eye out for ambushes". The god couldn't accompany them as he had other matters to attend to. But Gale had other plans. His wife had given birth to their first kid just 2 months prior and his home, Spithol, was less than a day away. Sure it was the opposite direction than their destination, but surely it should be safe. There was no way any other guilds could have possibly known about the detour. And he missed his family so much.

They were at the town gates by evening. A joyous occasion, worthy of festivities. By night an entire festival was ready for both the civilians and the soldiers to enjoy. A celebration of the success and safe return. In honour of the hero of the town Gale. What later turned into the event known as the Unyielding Flame Massarce.

After a few hours of time with his family, plenty of food and a couple of drinks, movement away from the venue caught Gale's eye. A little drunk but still aware enough of his surroundings he ventured deeper into the dark alleyways of the town. At that point people were either fast asleep in their houses or still celebrating at the centre of the town, so the only light by now was coming from the clear starlit sky. A moment of peaceful quiet. The general slowly breathed in. The scent of the night humidity and- gunpowder?

What a terrible time to be drunk. After investigation, as much as one can investigate when under the influence, he realised that most of the town seemed to have been trapped. But no sign of culprits- everyone he had seen up to that point were people he knew. None of them could have done this, right? He ran to the town walls, towards the gates. Frozen shut via an impenetrable substance. Upon further investigation he came to the grim realisation that they were all trapped inside for good. As he looked for potential suspects or ways out if the worst was to happen he came across one of the people contracted from the Pharus guild. "We are in trouble- have you seen anyone suspicious around town?". A pause. It was too dark for Gale to read that man's expression. "No- not that I am aware-" "You need to warn the rest of the crew, we have to find a way to evacuate everyone" another pause. "Sure".

After minutes pass with no news from the crew or any results from his investigation, he headed towards the centre himself. And in the distance, in the sky, he could clearly see smoke. Mind racing he ran towards the festival. Tripping on his way back- what a terrible time to be drunk- he came across that same mercenary holding a torch. Making eye contact they both froze. Adam- he thinks that was his name, stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. Gale tightened the grip on his sword. He thought he understood what was happening in front of him. He thought for a moment that of course this was happening. He thought of killing the man in front of him. But he hesitated. At a standstill he couldn't help but think how much he just wanted to see his wife and daughter. The sound of explosions and loud screaming brought him back to reality. And he ran towards his home. Letting the man go.

It didn't take long for the fire to spread throughout the city. It didn't take long for the laughter of joy from the festivities to be turned into screams for help. It didn't take long for the smoke to overtake all the senses. Chaos and confusion spread. Gale tried directing his crew to help the people calm down- but where would they go? There was no escape, none that he could find. It didn't take long till the men in his crew who weren't consumed by the flames starting fighting each other. And all Gale could think about at that moment was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter. He ran and ran, burnt corpses surrounding him. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh slowly choking him. His armour suffocating him, oh how badly he wanted to get rid of it. But it was his only protection from the fire. And he ran as towering flames grazed him. And he ran tripping on collapsed people, some still conscious enough to scream in pain. Maybe they were all cursing him at that moment. But all he could think about was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter.

When he finally arrived at his home, it was completely ablaze. "Lyn?!" He shouted, choking on some of the smoke. No response. He jumped inside and looked around. He couldn't see anything but fire and smoke. Parts of the roof had already collapsed. And as he walked forward the floor beneath him crumbled and he fell in the basement, which had been untouched from the fire. As he was attempting to stand up again more debris fell on him, knocking him unconscious.

Hours passed before he finally got up to the first light of dawn. He slowly stood up, and made his way upstairs. By now his house had been completely burnt. Looking outside there were still fires burning some of the houses but he couldn't hear anything or anyone else. He walked further inside the house. A burnt corpse hunched over the what used to be a cradle. Ah. He sat there for what felt like ages, staring at the gruesome sight in front of him. He got to live out of sheer dumb luck. Just dumb luck.

When evening started approaching he just walked out. Very few fires were still burning in the distance, only some smoke now visible. He started looking around the streets and houses for anyone alive. He made sure to count them all. 2, 5, 10, 27, 42, 75, 100, 341, 784, and the number kept growing, and growing. People he could no longer recognise, people he had grown up with, people he had fought with, people he had so horribly failed. 1207 civilians dead. 558 soldiers dead. 1 missing person. Only survivor- Gale himself. By night he reached the gates of the town. Still completely frozen shut. And so he dug.

What followed after was a haze. He just walked for days, dwelling on that night. Ways he could have prevented it, ways it could have been better. Plagued by images of that night, all the victims. Why did they have to die. Why did he have to live.

A chuckle echoed in his ears. He looked up and saw a figure of legend. At least he thought he saw Her. It had to be. White robe, blindfold, the three halos decorating Her head, the pale hair and complexion. The doting Mother, Creation, Amatheia. She was smiling at the man. A smile that invoked fear. She reached Her hand out. The Witness of the end, of fates worse than death. And the verdict was decided.

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Have some stills I like

(for the previous one i like both cleaned up and sketch versions a lot)

[m0e-ru]

repetitive strain injury era??? NO!!!! RISE ERA ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[osachiyo]

the amount of racism and anti-blackness in the fandom community is truly appalling. going as far as sending racial slurs in multiple creator's inboxes during black history month? really guys?

[electrosquash]

My AI kink aside, the sharing of private data is an absolute no-go and tumblr really fucked up on that one but many posts flooding the site regarding AI right now are lacking. Do you think they haven't been scraping the hell out of tumblr the whole time already, without any contract, just with web crawlers. Tumblr might as well get some money out of it for upkeep and move the scraping traffic into regulated channels where opt-out is at least an option that can be implemented - we should push them to be more transparent what is happening with the data and make them enforce the opt-out by not including opted-out blogs in the data dumps in the first place.

[angeltism]

"spar.kle is fictional who cares" I have seen people praising her for her racist anti-romani comments what the fuck kind of world do you live in

[flamingtoads]

I'm begging you, if you're gonna send me hate at least be knowledgeable about what you say.