#thoughts anybody?

[evilminji]

God you know what I want to do? So very, very, badly?

My my Oc? Just let her... whip out a gun.

In the 1v1's of the sports festival. Against some Bakugo type asshole who won't stop running his Quirkist mouth. Is it against the rules? Absolutely. Is the gun REAL? Not even remotely, it's a paintball gun. Still very painful though. Still nearly as fast.

One to the forehead, one to the heart, maybe a few to disable whatever his Quirk is.

Stunned. Fucking. Silence.

They are on NATIONAL FUCKING TV.

This is LIVE.

She decided to bring along a voice amplifier, to make DAMN sure everyone heard her. Since if she's gonna commit the crime, do the time, she might as well get what she CAME FOR.

"You are NOT immortal. That Quirk? ANY Quirk? It does not make you a god. Brute strength and the ability to destroy robots won't save you from a bullet. You're not special, not matter WHAT party trick you do or don't get born with. You're still just human and it can still just end, at the point of the right weapon"

"Learn to wear armor and grow some fucking humility, before some else? Puts you in the ground. Being a hero is DANGEROUS and your 'Quirks are everything' bullshit is gonna get people killed. If it hasn't already. Now, enjoy your shiny trinket on a string. I forfeit."

*drops the paintball gun and turns of the amplifier, walks away*

*fuckin? Mic drop.*

Like? MA'AM. You are a FIRST YEAR STUDENT. Where did you get that? WHY would think that was acceptable? You realize half the schools in Japan would expell you for the PR nightmare you just unleashed? That rightfully, MOST of the audience? Probably should have arrested you?

Detention. Detention until you're DEAD OF OLD AGE. Then we are holding a tasteful funeral, and LAYING YOUR REMAINS TO REST in that room! 1000 years, kid! What the ACTUAL FUCK.

The principal is just... :D in the background.

His face might be frozen like that.

He's just... just So Happy. He loves it when his collection of Interesting Little Nightmares decides to Cause Problems On Purpose. Everything goes to shit! In such INTERESTING ways! It's like the combination of a challenging puzzle and a riveting social drama on tv!

Is this NOT the point of teaching and guiding young Heros? That they might challenge our understandings of Right and Wrong? What is and isn't acceptable? Push the world closer and closer to the grand and elusive "Better Tomorrow"?

Can't do THAT by stagnating in the status quo!

*delighted Nedzu Cackling*

[iregreteverythingpleasehelpme]

i think sixth grade me low key cooking with this one

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[july-19th-club]

seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

[critterbitter]

Thinking about pokemon teams helping coparent… ahh.

Masterpost for more of my shenanigans!

[urjustaguyonahorse]

I really adore the casually prioritized importance of friendships in the new Twisters movie. Like obviously there were sparks of romance that i thoroughly enjoyed but the point is that that was never the point. The way that Javi and Kate took care of each other and looked out for each other even when they were fighting. The way the whole tornado wranglers crew acted like family and welcomed Kate right in. The way Tyler was genuinely interested in getting to know Kate and working together with her. There was no big fight between Javi and Tyler over Kate or anybody else. Kate spent the whole movie processing a lot of trauma and was able to be supported by the friends surrounding her instead of having all of her interactions stopped up with an intense budding romance. I just really love it when friendship and people are the most important things.

[panevanbuckley]

soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought

[artemx746]

can people start obsessing over queerplatontic ships the same way they obsess over romantic ships

[venator-signum]

I always see the "sunshine" character reduced to someone who is simply happy and bubbly all the time and I was thinking about how I wanted a sunshine character who is sunshine but because they choose to be - because they wake up every day and choose kindness

and then I remembered aang exists and that want has been filled

[exfil]

me: so when gaz is introduced in mwi, price throws a man off a balcony. this sets up a motif of heights around gaz that sticks through him through all of mwii. be it shooting people through skylights (death from above) or getting the drop on them from the roof (sky is falling fucker), or hanging from a helicopter (i'm not dead, nik, i'm hanging from a bloody rope), or telling soap that he needs to jump into an elevator shaft (you have to move, sergeant! jump!), the sky and death from above are a reoccurring theme that surrounds the sergeant. you know?

the barista: i meant "anything else" as in any extra syrup for your coffee

[ficcerspam]

Tim has noticed something odd, about the Demon Brat.

Sometimes, the Demon Brat would look to his left, as if to start a conversation, or as if anticipating someone saying something, only to freeze. Just for a moment, a half second, because nobody was there, before looking away with painful expression. 

Months later, Tim decided to stand there, just to see what would happen. The brat didn’t look at him once, and Tim found that curious, and odd.

Another odd thing about his new, murderous brother, is that he refuses to look into the mirror. That’s not true, exactly: he would look in the mirror for basics, for necessities. 

Tim realized, months of observations later, that the brat didn’t look himself in the eyes. 

Strange. 

Tim had asked him, once, why he didn’t. As expected, all he got was a “It’s none of your business Drake.”

But that didn’t stop Tim from wondering. Tim is, if nothing else, curious to a fault and persistent to an illegal degree. 

And so the strangeness would continue, and Tim would wonder.  

The brat would look to his left, pause, and then look away. He would deftly avoid mirrors, and when asked why he would sneer and avoid those questions, too. 

Until he didn’t. 

Until he came back to the Cave battered and beaten, some dreary autumn day, the Demon Brat unusually sullen and quiet and off his game. He had sat through the lecture Bruce had given him, and sat through the quiet reaching out from Dick, and sat through the cajoling teasing meant to rile him up, to get him to say or do anything per the norm, with an unusual aplomb.

The brat apologized, said he was fine, and ignored the rest. He told Bruce he wouldn’t patrol tomorrow, and would stay home from school, because clearly he wasn’t feeling well. 

 It was like Damian wasn’t there, fully. 

So when Tim saw that the brat’s door was open, the next day, he peeked in. 

Of course he did. 

And there the brat was, sitting in front of the full length mirror he usually had covered with a cloth when it wasn’t in use, reaching up and staring directly into his own reflection’s eyes. 

“Demon Brat?” Tim asked, stepping in and concerned about the look in the other’s face. There was no answer. 

“Damian. What’s wrong.” Tim stood behind the boy, watching as Damian touched the corner of his own reflection’s eye. 

“The color’s wrong, Drake.” Damian finally said, matter of fact and almost broken, absent-minded. 

“What?” Tim asked, trying to see what he was talking about. Nothing was wrong, nothing was changed. Damian met his eyes through the mirror for a long moment, but Tim didn’t understand. 

“The color.” Damian reiterated, looking at his own reflection again. 

“The color? Of what?” Tim and Damian were never close, not really, but he was starting to feel like something was slipping away, in this moment. Damian dropped his hand, and finally looked away. 

Without answering, the boy got up and carefully draped a cloth over the mirror, ushering Tim out of his room silent as the dead. 

“Leave me be for today, Drake.” Tim reached, opened his mouth to try and say something, because something was wrong, but what? 

But Damian simply shut the door softly. 

The sound of the lock engaging felt strangely, and utterly, final in a Manor full of lockpicking detectives.

Tim laid a hand on the door, and mourned. 

[uncanny-tranny]

Once you stop thinking about queer people's labels as strict indications of what's in their pants and who they do/don't bed and instead view queer people's labels as how they interact with the world, you'll find that you'll get along with queer people better and treat them better, I think.

[riumeri]

not a soul in sight on this lonely Tome Tuesday night

[cut-n-snared]

i wish i could be someone else