#tw: slurs

[zimthandmade]

Hi Zimt! Since it's M2's death anniversary (sobs), I was wondering how would Matt react to Mello's death if he managed to survive?

Sure, Anon. Let's suffer together, yeah?

Matt bolts out of his car to the truck in the old church to find Mello lying limp over the steering wheel and a panicking Takada in the cargo bed begging for her life. This is the most helpless Matt has ever felt and he has a complete breakdown, dragging Mello out of the truck, rocking him, talking, mumbling, putting his vest around him and bawling his eyes out.

Mello has always been the shotcaller of the two, the main character. Matt only followed wherever Mello went. Now he‘s all alone, desperate, delusional. After sitting outside for a while, letting reality sink in, he enters the truck again, sitting opposite of Takada on the floor with Mello still in his arms as if he wanted to say “look at what you did, asshole” and silently debates on what to do. Shoot Takada? Let Takada write his name too? Call for help? Who? Halle? Near? What would Mello have done? Matt feels rage taking over while he’s overthinking, he gets hold of Takadas phone, looks up the last dialed number and calls fucking Light Yagami. And Matt dares to be as vulgar and degrading as possible.

"Takada, I told you not to-" "Listen up you little pissface. You‘re Light Yagami, aren‘t you?" Light just hears a male voice he doesn't recognise on the other end and his mind goes ???????????? Who the hell is this???? "... is this Mello?" "No, you fucking cunt. This is Matt." Let your imagination run wild on what hyper-specific slurs Matt throws at Light over the phone. He's aware that the whole task force is listening in on this call and straight up insults them as well on being an incompetent clown party, not seeing the devil right beside them. Maybe he ends the call with something like "and I hope Near busts your ass so hard you can stick your bloody notebook up your ass sideways and it falls right back out, you self-righteous motherfucker."

Sorry for being a little dramatic on this. I'll get back to drawing happier things soon 💛

[sid-sn]

the Italian bitches that can’t be trusted

(their appearances are designed by me this isn’t canon)

[dg-kino]

a friend tried to explain to me what a thirst trap was the other day, as if I'm not already a dehydrated tranny

[thesparkwhowalks]

Going to see Drive-Away Dolls with my sister this afternoon and I think Ethan is already my new favorite between the Coen Brothers:

He's in a thirty-plus year polyamorous marriage with self-identified lesbian Tricia Cooke, who is the brothers' assistant editor and Ethan's co-writer on Drive-Away Dolls.

He describes himself and his brother's perspective as "stupid and straight", which is part of why Drive-Away Dolls is a solo effort.

He describes the kind of movies he wants to make on his own as being "low brow" as opposed to the "high brow" pictures he makes with his brother.

He & his wife's original title for "Drive-Away Dolls", a very openly queer crime film, was "Drive-Away Dykes".

They wrote the original draft of the film 20 years ago, when a movie about lesbians on a cross-country caper with hella sex scenes would emphatically not have been released by Universal Pictures.

I respect that his brother Joel is married to Frances Goddamn McDormand and directed Denzel Goddamn Washington as MacBeth for his first solo feature, I do. But weird, hooked into queer culture, and low brow? Ethan's on my wavelength.

[k-atsukibakugou]

Stop fucking dyke-ising characters bakugou isn’t a fucking faggot and DEFINITELY isn’t a fucken girl stay with your LGBTQ nonsense fucken unicorn throw up bullshit no life weirdo FATTY!

reblog with the character i should dyke-ify next 🫶

[melonthesprigatito]

Look, I'm not interested in playing Palworld and I've been actively avoiding the drama/controversy so I'd be perfectly happy with forgetting it's existence and moving on with my life if it weren't for just how obsessively UNHINGED the Palworld fandom is, barging in on EVERY. SINGLE. recent Pokémon post on multiple platforms just to pick fights and shill the hell out of their game to (most of the time) confused Pokémon fans who are wondering what Palworld is and where these people came from.

I saw this wonderful art of the Kamado battle in Legends Arceus and the Champion battle in Sun and Moon on Instagram and I shit you not, a good 70% of the comments are entirely Palworld people just ranting and yelling about how Pokémon sucks, Palworld is going to kill Pokémon, anybody who likes Pokémon is a bootlicker and are riding Pokémon's 🍆, how anyone who complains about Palworld is a (and I quote) """"saviourf*g""" for Nintendo etc

Like, I just wanted to share my nostalgia about Sun and Moon and so did a lot of other people considering that there were still people talking about it, but it was hard to find those comments because they were drowned out by the Pals Vs Pokémon warzone.

And the second someone says something a Pal fan doesn't like, it eventually devolves into the Pal fans throwing homophobic slurs around and calling the Pokémon fans neckbeards, and shills and basement dwellers and such.

I'm sure there's probably sane fans who are just happy going about and making their Pals break rocks or whatever, but a majority of the Palworld fans I've encountered so far are like edgy screaming 4Chan people. Like, holy shit I wish they would just go to their own Palworld fan pages instead of invading Pokémon and turning every comment section into the embodiment of this meme.

(And I just want to address the whole "Pokémon Company is posting a lot more often recently because they're obviously scared of Palworld, lmaoooo why else would they suddenly start actively posting after months of radio silence 😎" argument that I've seen dozens of times.

First of all, the Pokémon channel/profile is always posting random game/anime/art screenshots. There hasn't been a sudden drastic increase of posts.

Second of all, it's A MONTH UNTIL POKÉMON DAY. THEY DO THIS EVERY YEAR. The influx of Snorlax posts is a promotional thing for Pokémon Sleep. Pokémon's just carrying on with their regularly scheduled hype building/ promotional stuff and the Palworld fans think it has something to do with them.(

[seas-storyarchive]

There are racists in hell, everyone finds that out when something about Alastor is brought to light

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There was a knock at the hotel door. charlie answered it first, a big smile on her face.

"Hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" She greeted the two men, one of which looked elderly.

"Greetings, Princess. My father and I are considering this redemption thing.. we were hoping for a tour first?"

"Uh, sure, of course." Charlie said with a smile. She turned to the bar, waving someone over. "Um.. Alastor!"

The man's ears turned to her, and then said man got up from his seat, dusting his suit jacket off as he approached.

"Hello, my good sirs. I am Alastor, manager of this hotel! What ever may I-"

"Uh, this nigger again?" The older man asked a little loudly as to cut Alastor off while looking to his son, who nodded with a displeased look, before looking to Charlie, "is there a place without THESE folk about? I don't want him dirtyin' my things."

Charlie was.. genuinely confused. What was he talking about? Everyone in Hell was a different color! She glanced at Alastor from the corner of her eye, seeing him frozen.

"Hey! What'chu say about my buddy?" Angel had come over, looking pissed off, with an equally pissed off Cherri and concerned Niffty. The most latter of whom crawled up Alastor's pant leg and then his arm to rest on his shoulder to pat his hair to soothe him.

The younger man spoke up, "we don't deal with those," he points to Alastor, who was uncharacteristically still, "types. Filthy, dark skinned, son of a gilly whore-!"

Angel showed a machine gun in his face, resting just below his lower lip, held by his lower arms as his upper arms were cleaning his ears. "What was that? I couldn't hear you. Speak. Up."

The man backed away. "You know what, never fuckin' mind. Come on, dad. Let's go somewhere with civilized folk."

As the door shut, Charlie turned to look at the group again.

"What was all of that about?"

"What'chu you sinners know about racism?" Cherri asked, slipping her unlit bombs into her pocket.

"Not much, honestly." Charlie said, looking to Husk at the bar who was pouring a drink, and then to Vaggie and her dad - former of whom shrugged while the latter said nothing.

"Well, racism is based on those who were like me and Cherri, born Caucasian, or white if you prefer, being mean and prejudice against people of other colors, like Al here-"

"And me." Niffty said, hugging Alastor's head because the man was still a statue. "I was born to a mother from China and a father from America. Not a single person would give me the time of day, it was horrible."

"Did- did they beat you?"

"No."

"Yes."

The 'no' from Niffty nearly drowned out the soft 'yes' of Alastor.

"Who did it, sir? Point'em out!" Niffty said, producing a needle from the pocket of her dress as she looked at her boss.

Alastor gave a shaky beathe in response, trying not to cry, when the radio dial of the radio at the bar moved rapidly as the previously turned off object came to life.

"I looked like my Maman, my mother, when I was alive." Said the radio, in Alastor's voice.

"I still don't understand." Charlie said, as Vaggie and Lucifer both decided that by Charlie was best to get away from the radio.

"Charlie, I told you that humanity fucked up the free will I gave them-"

"Fucked up indeed, monsieur charlatan." The radio responded bitterly. "My maman got tha worst ah father's beatin's. We hardla' had sud ta get new clothes ahcause father spent it on drinkin'."

"You said you looked like your mother, I assume your father was-"

"White, Vagatha, yes." The radio sighed, heavily, sadly. "Maman felt so guilty tha I came out lookin' like her, cause she couldn' pass me off as'a white chil'. Father hated me fer that more than Maman hated herself.."

When it stopped talked, there was a pause, and the radio started crying - but not as the radio demon, as a child.

"Daddy! Stop it!" Said the tearful voice of the child, as there were sounds of someone being struck.

"Alastor, bebe, I'm okay." Said the laboured voice of a woman. "Charles, leave 'im alone!"

"Oh, so you think your tough, huh boy?" There was the sudden sound of someone being stuck again, going to the floor with a grunt. "Huh? Do you?" There were more grunts.

"Charles, stop! Stop-!"

"Enough!" Lucifer had summoned a giant champagne bottle and spilled it on Alastor, making the already crazy going radio that was starting to smoke and flash like an emergency light go all static-like and then explode.

"Oof!" Niffty fell off of Alastor's shoulder as he landed on his ass.

His eyes were blinking rapidly, from the champagne or the tears, no one knew.

"Smiles.." Angel took a step forwards first, something in him feeling awful.

Alastor's wide eyes snapped up to Angel, his ears up in alert and alarm, before they went to the gun in Angel's hands. "Oh, uh.." he dropped the gun. "Look, Smiles.. none of us knew that-"

"I.. I know.." came the soft, tear filled, shaky voice of the man who kept his eyes on Angel as Niffty began to rapidly wipe off his face of any liquids on it.

Charlie, still not understanding, looked around. Angel, Cherri and Niffy were looking at Alastor in loss. Husk seemed like he was enjoying this, his ever so slight smirk as he sucked down a tall bottle wasn't missed by Charlie - or Vaggie who looked so mad at a thing she didn't understand either and had settled on a target. Then she looke to her dad, wbo looked so guilty, close to crying, glaring at his feet.

"I'm so sorry.." the man said, his voice as small as his stature.

Alastor said nothing back, too.. something to even leave, even as his shadow moved around him to hug him. Just to curl in a ball. Too lost in a time where he was beaten and judged and everything was bad that the present was non-existent for the time being.

[tolkienmatters]

O! What are you doing, And where are you going? Your ponies need shoeing! The river is flowing! O! tra­-la-­la-­lally here down in the valley!

O! What are you seeking, And where are you making? The faggots are reeking, The bannocks are baking! O! tril­-lil-­lil-­lolly the valley is jolly, ha! ha!

O! Where are you going With beards all a-­wagging? No knowing, no knowing What brings Mister Baggins, And Balin and Dwalin down into the valley in June ha! ha!

O! Will you be staying, Or will you be flying? Your ponies are straying! The daylight is dying! To fly would be folly, To stay would be jolly And listen and hark Till the end of the dark to our tune ha! ha.'

The elves of Rivendell using slurs to welcome Thorin's Company to Rivendell, The Hobbit, A Short Rest.

[redfield5x5]

[orbygotthegoo]

Me at 18: Ehh, I don't know about all this "queer community" stuff. I get reclaiming the slur, but it still makes me uncomfortable. Like, you're not going to hear me calling myself a member of the "faggot community."

Me at 28: I am a proud member of the faggot community.

[dipie-goat]

[amoxicillin-tangent]

"her · it · age"

property that is or may be inherited; an inheritance.

i visit my hometown for the first time in a decade. i have never felt more or less like me. before today, i was no one because i had nowhere to remember and nothing that was truly mine. and now i feel like someone again. someone with roots.

my roots are filthy, nasty, rotten. set in a town with more bayous than banks, backwater, backwoods. my roots are set in trailer parks with moon crater puddles of stagnant water. my roots are set in putrid places where flowers refuse to bloom.

but at the corner right past the railroad that goes on forever, there is a trailer home without air conditioning where the hummingbirds fly. that is where my murky, trashy, broken roots begin and they are mine.

i buy a french vanilla cappuccino from a corner store that's open all night. the cashier takes one look at me and say "that'll be a dollar forty-nine. yer one-a dem Gauthier girls, aintcha?" and I nod politely, say yes ma'am i am, though i'm a Gauthier in face and not name. i pay a dollar bill and 2 quarters for my drink. she gives me a dime in change. by the time i realize she got it wrong, it's too late for me to turn back. i pocket the 10-cent piece. maybe I'll frame it.

there's a man selling peaches by the basket on the roadside. i buy a single one. it drips down my chin and tastes like heaven like home, and the scent won't leave my breath. i turn the car around and go back, understanding now why he sells them in batches of 20.

the clouds are fallen angels turning their backs on the world. everything prays for the south-- the grass, the grain, the dirt. eventually the angel clouds turn back around, casting their shadows at the rusted crucifix on Margie's purple wall. 

there are no towers on the horizon, no mechanical sepulchers sinking their teeth into the ground to drink the oil like parched soil drinks the year's first rainfall. there are no towers here, just trees for miles and angel clouds and rickety train-cars fallen on their sides.

the roads are almost empty, where they exist at all. there is more traffic at night. some of it is ghosts. no one questions this.

the neighbor ladies sip sweet tea and their gossip sounds like ice cubes clinking against smudged glasses, "didja hear Jessica's baby ain't right in the head?" "sure ain't. and who would be, under the circumstances? can't believe she married Chantelle." "funny, i never reckoned she'd be a dyke." there is an edge of disdain in their tea-glass voices, overshadowed by boredom.

strange things happen in the church on 1st street. the trains rush through the town. before anyone hears or sees them, they make their presence known by shaking the ground. everything is dilapidated now. the buildings are broken like a child's lincoln log castles. the families are shattered like mother's good vases.

the morning light comes and dew glistens over everything, spiderwebs stretch out bigger than my face, clover fields and dove feathers and honeysuckles litter the ground. 

everything has changed but its all the same, there are still pieces of me scattered through the world. at least i have this one back.

it's time for me to leave.

[chloe-harassment-proof]

YOU AINT HAVING ANY CHARACTERS THAT CHLOE LIKES!!! WHO SHE LIKES IS NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!!!!!!

GO TAKE YOUR OWN WORTHLESS LIFE!!!! PLEASE,FOR FUCKS SAKE,GO DO IT! PLEASE! DONT THINK OF DEATH YOULL BE JUST FINE! ITS NOT SCARY AT ALL!!!!!

CHLOE IS GOING MAD! KILL YOURSELVES,PLEASE! SHE WONT STOP UNTIL YOURE DEAD!

Girl why are you talking in third person?

[giggly-squiggily]

*turns into a spineless worm on a string to slither underneath your door into your room* SQUIGGILY :D i bring modern au obasane brainrot :D

- they met in their second week of university when kanae decided they should ask the new guy to join them for lunch and at first they were kinda awkward around each other, then they became friends when sanemi found out that the university was gonna forbid obanai from bringing kaburamaru with him and because he's been fighting principals all his life (getting his school to approve his recording devices was a struggle) he straight up dragged obanai to the dean's office and pestered the officials into approving kaburamaru as a service animal

- obanai frequently makes jokes about sanemi loving his motorcycle a little too much and calls him wheelie boy but it's all just an elaborate ruse to avoid admitting that he's deathly afraid of getting on the damn thing

(- sanemi does see through it eventually but obanai literally saw him fight for his life on a three step ladder so he's not really in a position to say anything about it)

- nah but fr bullying each other is their love language but they actually become wildly protective of each other when they're in uncomfortable situations

- obanai hates hates HATES any kind of vehicle and public transport is literally his personal hell and whenever they're on a bus together sanemi will go full scary dog and physically shoulder people out of the way so obanai gets to have some space

- sanemi can read but he's really slow and every time they go out to eat and sanemi has trouble with the menu obanai calls the waiter over and has him explain every single dish to him because "i grew up in a cult mister, we ate rats and potato peel"

- sanemi loves doing this thing where he puts his elbow on obanai's shoulder when they're standing next to each other and he will have the most relaxed conversation with someone while obanai is fuming next to him

- sanemi knows he can get away with this stuff because obanai isn't one to make a scene in public but he saves all of these little encounters in his memory for when they're alone and then. well.

- people would think sanemi wrecks obanai the most but it's actually the other way round because 1) obanai has kaburamaru as support so that's already an advantage and 2) as much as he hates to admit it (which is why he never admits it) sanemi is just more ticklish than obanai and obanai is mean about it

- obanai loves visiting sanemi's family with him, he's awful with kids but he likes having the shinazugawa siblings around and just seeing how they have fun together and how much they care about each other

- obanai's room is always way too warm and humid because of kaburamaru and the first thing sanemi does every thursday (designated cleaning day) is barge into his room and open the window while obanai cusses him out and wraps kaburamaru in every blanket he can find (the snake is completely fine)

- sanemi helps obanai set up dates with mitsuri, he knows all of her favorite restaurants, her favorite flowers and what cute little sanrio gadgets he could get her as a gift

- obanai isn't really useful in planning dates with kanae but he's really good at knocking sense into sanemi when he's shutting himself off or getting into his own head too much over things that just aren't as bad as his mind makes them out to be

- obanai struggles with sensitivity towards certain topics but most of it stems from him simply not knowing a lot about these topics, for example he'll occasionally drop slurs without knowing they're offensive and whenever that happens sanemi is there to subtly ram his elbow into obanai's ribs

- "sabito said he was gonna do a small dinner for pride month." - "pride month? oh right that's the month for the fag-" *elbow* "the lgbtq... i... a...?" *bisexual nod of approval from sanemi*

- obanai later wrecks sanemi for allegedly breaking his ribs but he's really trying his best to be an ally

Oo, a worm! *gather's you up on a leaf and puts you in a fancy worm habitat* perfect!

OBASANE BRAINROT LETS GO!!! I love this holy-

-Sanemi fighting tooth and nail for Kamaramaru is so CANON! He will get physical if required but overall will be as annoying about it as possible until said dean gives in! He's got a whole presentation on service animals and stats on their effect for reducing anxiety and all that until the dean is just "Fine fine, just don't lose it."

-WHEELY BOY! KERKJKEJRJKEJKREJKR I love that HELP! Also mood, Obanai- motorcycles are terrifying. Cool as heck to look at, but utterly terrifying kakjrkjer (jarjkeajkrjkej SANEMI! Two steps is far enough! One step more? Nope- not doing it; far too tall. He's sweating bullets and acting like he's on the edge of a mountain and Obanai's just holding him from behind like: "It's one foot in the air, Sanemi-" "JUST HOLD ONTO ME!")

-Sanemi being a guard dog for Obanai while on public transport is so good holy- he's used to doing so for Mitsuri and Kanae cause creeps be creeping until they get a look at Sanemi's K-9 s and Obanai kinda loves how scary the taller man makes himself but then immediately is all: "Ma'am do you need to sit down?" the second an elderly woman come on board. He may or may not have told the bus bully to "move over before I throw you out the window" once and then proceeded to do so.

-HELP OBANAI WRECKING SANEMI EKJRKERKEJKRJKE He feels so bold until Obanai whips out the snake- all his bravo just whooooosh~

-Obanai struggling with the Shinazugawa siblings but in a meaningful and sweet way is so cute??? And Sanemi just busting in like: "WHAT UP- good lord it's warm in here." Obanai panick wrapping Kamaramu in blankets when Sanemi opens a window is a mental image I love so much kmakjleakrjeajrkjr

-Them helping each other out on dates/getting out of their heads is so CUTE! I can absolutely see Obanai's blunt honestly shaking Sanemi out of whatever mental stump he's in- and Sanemi playing wing man in return for him and Mitsuri is so sweet??? He's the one that knows exactly what Mitsuri would love and Obanai's forever grateful for it karjeareajrjelrf

-Pfft- god bless Obanai; he means well, he just doesn't quite get it at first. Granted, once you correct him he'll make it his personal mission to follow that correction and educate himself the best he can. He's messy but he's trying his best as an ally- and that's all one can really ask for, right?

-also Obanai wrecking Sanemi for "breaking his ribs" is HILARIOUS! "You broke mine, so now I'm gonna break yours!" "I dihihihihin't ehehehven hihihiht yohoohohu that HAHAHHAHR-"

These were immaculate! Thank you for sharing, friend!

[eddiebillysteve]

It's just you guys were three hours late and, well, I have a date. tw: neil hargrove and homophobic slurs