#when it’s done correctly

[tacorerooster]

A bit of a rant. Sonic Tumblr is extremely obsessive with Shadow and by extension Sonadow. It also doesn’t help that they make both Shadow and Sonic, out of character a lot of the time. Along with putting Shadow in the main group of Sonic, Tails and Knuckles when he actually doesn’t like most people or being around them. Plus most of these same people exclude Amy from said group or just all of their art but have every other character included. Or just giving all of Amy’s traits to Sonic so he goes after Shadow. Then you got tumblr recommending Sonadow in the main sonic the hedgehog tags. And if you take Canon into account Sonadow just comes off as Klance 2.0 (I know Sonadow came first). Also did a little look in the explore tab and just typed in Sonic. In that such I say 55 post for Sonadow, 5 post for knuxouge, 2 for Metamy and Surgamy before even seeing 1 post with Sonamy. You have so many people here talk about how female characters and femininity is treated poorly by fandom, then go around and ignore characters like Amy in favor of yaoi ship bait of two dudes that only hag out together bc the world is ending.

Doesn’t help that Sega themselves seem afraid to put Amy, a “girly girl”, in the forefront as Sonic, Tails and knuckles bc Sonic the Hedgehog tm is for boys. Looking at the Sonic Movie, multiple different products and marketing (only recently got better with this, only for it to be gone once THE YEAR OF SHADOW started)

Sorry for the long text. Just wanted to say stuff

[antiterf]

Tired of people applying concepts of gender and gender hierarchy specifically made for cis people to trans people and thinking we're the problem when we point out that it doesn't fit.

[cubicpeebles]

Their fate is in your hands!

[burningfaith]

[thelilylav]

Once again thinking about how Ever After High's premise leans heavily into being about a predetermined versus malleable fate, and how it could've played with the question of whether we decide how to live our lives or they were already set from the moment we're born, but instead we got... the Royal and Rebel debate.

[genericpuff]

there's definitely lots to be said about how "fired up" i get about LO and WT and all that, but frankly all the energy i give off here is healthy compared to the blind rage i experience when i'm playing project diva and miss a single note at the end of an otherwise perfect streak

"talking shit about LO and rachel all the time can't be good for your blood pressure" y'all hatsune miku has been bad for my blood pressure since 2010, LO doesn't even come close LOL

[3-aem]

my cat has, after many attempts, still been unable to catch onto the fact that when i point i am trying to show him where the toy is.

but has learned very quickly that if he stands under the fridge when i open it there is a possibility, however slim and inconsistent, that cheese may fall on him.

[omaano]

Ragor and Claw for @experimentalbun

I cannot express what a joy it had been to work on this piece from concept to finishing touches, and I'm so grateful that I didn't only get to draw these guys again for you, but that I got to paint them like this in such an amazing setting too ❤️

[sparkledog-dot-png]

Ameda Ravers by geckoSegno (2008)

[eightringsofsaturn]

Something I'm personally a huge, huge fan of in the live action is the way they went about the foreshadowing, especially the comments they made on later arcs. Like when Mr 7 from baroque works asked zoro to join the agency, but he declined unless he could be the leader, and then later after zoro lost the duel with mihawk Nami was reading him the story of Noland the liar, which comes up later in the Skypea arc. I just really enjoyed their attention to the plot, and effort they made towards bringing the entire story as a whole to life

[winteriron-trash]

rdj the (whitewashed) electric boogaloo

This is a reminder to everyone who's excited about RDJ's casting as Doctor Doom that this casting is whitewashing. Victor Von Doom is a Romani character and has been a Romani character since his introduction in the 1960s. (Fantastic Four Annual #2 [1964]) Not only that, but his Roma identity and the persecution he and his family faced due to it is integral to his character, it is what forms his identity. (Books of Doom by Ed Brubaker) Even if on the off chance this casting is meant to not be Victor but instead be some variant of Tony or whomever else becoming Doctor Doom, it is damaging to the character to rob him of that important cultural background. Doctor Doom does not exist without that history. Fans have been pushing hard to cast Doom as a Romani actor for years, especially since the MCU has whitewashed other Romani characters. (Wanda, Pietro, etc) This casting is not a celebration moment, it's fucking heartbreaking that the MCU repeatedly ignores the important and nuanced cultural backstories of characters.

I know I can't change anybody's mind on whether or not you want to be excited about RDJ's return to the MCU. But I do think at the very least you should be mad that the MCU is baiting us all and destroying nuanced and interesting characters for the sake of self-referential easter eggs and nostalgia bait. Because that's what it is. Feel how you'd like to feel about RDJ's return, but personally, this is soul-sucking. I had such a deep love for the MCU as a teenager, it was obviously something incredibly formative to me, especially Tony Stark. This isn't recreating what I fell in love with the MCU for. This is turning a well-planned and artistic storyline of adaptations into cheap cash grabs and fan service. Because, I think we're past the point of being able to call the MCU an adaptation of anything. They can use existing characters' names and powers, but to say they're being properly adapted is laughable.

This is not an adaptation of Doctor Doom. This is RDJ the Electric Boogaloo because Marvel's fear of losing the interest of dedicated MCU fans overrides their willingness to tell stories that are genuine to the characters. I don't know what there is to be excited about that. The MCU has lost its authenticity and aside from a few projects, feels heartless. Every movie is a copy of a copy. This announcement isn't something celebratory, it feels like a death knell of a cinematic universe that's so desperate to cling to relevancy it's resorting to nostalgia for a character/actor who hasn't even been dead for a decade. We're not getting anything new, we're just rinsing and repeating the same song and dance.

I get it. I love Tony Stark, his death destroyed me and I to this day, rue the ending he got in Endgame. It misunderstood his arc and it robbed him of a satisfying conclusion. But the solution to that isn't dragging the corpse out of the grave five years later to whitewash an existing character with rich and interesting nuance, just to forcibly tie his existence in the MCU to Tony. Whether he is a variant or not. Why would you want someone else's fave's legacy to be destroyed simply so your fave's legacy can go on? Hell, if we were really all so hellbent on the return of RDJ and/or Tony to the MCU, we have the multiverse for a reason. There were other ways to do it that didn't whitewash and ruin someone else. This just. Isn't something to be happy about.

[rhymaes]

The Untamed, Ep. 11 // The Untamed, Ep. 48

[radfem-polls]

Question for radfems of color. Do you believe it's ok for white radfems to make comparisons between misogyny and racism to make a point?

1. Yes, they can be inaccurate sometimes, but overall they're alright/helpful

2. Yes, while they are often problematic, we can just ignore/correct the inaccurate ones and boost the good ones

3. Only on very specific topics (say in tags maybe?)

4. No, I think only radfems of color should be making them

5. No, I don't think anyone should be making them

6. White radfem

7. Not rad/lean

Anon is white so feel free to change these answers in any way that you think might give a more accurate result ^^

Hii thank you for your ask 🫶🏾 The options look pretty good to me!

[virescent-v]

Hey Reid Girlies

I swear to god I'm going to start blocking each and every one of you who posts a Reid fic with "Emily Prentiss."

You should not be tagging Emily in a Reid centric fic.

I will give you some leeway if she's in the fic, but if she's not like one of the main characters, don't tag her or anyone else that isn't the main character.

I don't know how many times other people in the CM fandom have to post this to get it through your heads, but it's annoying as hell.

I'm in the tag "Emily Prentiss" FOR EMILY. NOT REID.

Keep him to his own tag.

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 19: Vanadium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.8k a/n: hopefully releasing two chapters will make up for the cliffhanger eheehhehe

Working with Myra was hard at first. Mostly because all you could think about was what she had done - the pain she had caused. Slowly, she became tolerable. You treated her like a colleague, nothing more. You didn’t talk about anything else except work. She had tried to talk about something else a time or two, but you shot her down. You were uninterested in anything she had to say unless it pertained to the research at hand.

“You’re making it difficult to act civil.” You turned to look at her with a blank expression. “And why would I want that? That has nothing to do-”

“With the research yeah, whatever. I’m trying to make amends and you’re making it impossible.” 

“Why would I want to make amends with the likes of you?” Your blank expression slowly turned into a glare. You weren’t in the mood. 

“If we’re going to work together - we might as well get along.” She looked annoyed and you couldn’t believe the gall of her.

“Get along? Did you forget what you did?” You felt like pulling your hair out. How hard was it for her to just fuck off? Things are going just fine without trying to ‘be civil’. “Why can’t you just get the picture? You left me bitter.” You let out a hollow laugh. “All that’s left is bad blood.” You’d never forgive her. She had completely destroyed your crew and your brother lost an arm because of his recklessness thereafter. It was a pipeline that she caused.

Myra looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite make out. It seemed like a sea of emotions on her face. “I thought you’d be able to understand where I came from. You and I were like two peas in a pod. Two of the same mind. I figured if anyone could figure out why and forgive - it would be you.”

Your eyes widened and you still just…couldn’t wrap your head around whatever the fuck she was on. “What burns the most, Myra, is that you lied right to my face. All that time together - two years, mind you. Was any of it real? Were you just nice for the experiment? For your research? Cause that was one hell of an act that you put on.” The domestic bliss of it all - was it all just a lie? The extent she was willing to go to manipulate you was astronomical.

The scientist looked at you before shrugging. “I cared about you, yes. I needed you to succeed in my mission, so your wellbeing was important.” You just stared at her, dumbfounded. What kinda card was she trying to play now? “That’s not…” Did this woman care about anything? How were you so blind to it before? This was a completely different woman than the one you knew; the one you knew was warm, inviting. She was cold and calculated; heartless.

“What, y/n, can we do to help you move on from this? We need your complete focus. Obviously your feelings towards me are too strong for you to operate properly. Would yelling at me help? Would letting all that anger help aid you in this mission?” You just stared at her as she spoke. You head was spinning from the sheer audacity of this woman. Once again, you felt like an absolute fool for ever having liked this woman in any capacity. She was worse than Kese. She had no remorse in her actions.

“You…you can’t relieve these demons, Myra.” You felt your eye twitch as you tried to keep yourself calm. You were so…you didn’t even know. You felt so many things that they all just conflicted with each other. “You can’t make this okay for me. You’re the one that caused these feelings.” You shook your head, closing your eyes and took a deep breath. You just needed to calm down. She wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth your anger. You had a task at hand that needed your attention. You needed to finish this so you could get back to your crew. You had so many things you needed to do.

“But your efficiency-” She stopped short as your dagger flew towards her, slamming into the wall right next to her head. Her head slowly turned, looking at the blade - her eyes meeting with her logo. “You’re the one impeding my work right now.” You looked at her, your breathing ragged as you were now worked up. You were trying with every fiber of your being not to absolutely throttle the life out of her. “Now, no more chit chat - get to work.”

She swallowed hard, nodding with wide eyes. You seemed to finally pull some kind of emotion from her. So, she wasn’t a robot after all, huh? It was just an act. It seemed whatever facade she had was starting to fall. She started crumbling. 

“I’m sorry,” she said in a strained voice. You looked at her - this time your face was void of emotion. “I did care. I cared about you so much - that’s why I sent you back with your brother. Because what I did was wrong and I…I wanted to repent for what I had done.” You just looked at her as she slowly slid to the ground - you only let her live because she had Lily. You kept her alive for her. You weren’t going to rob her of a parent.

“Don’t ask me for forgiveness - I’d rather watch you bleed,” you said before walking out of the lab. You needed some time away from her. You needed a breather.

--

After that…incident, Myra didn’t try to make any more small talk. She followed your lead, letting you order her around as needed. It seemed that she realized who was really in charge now - that you weren’t to be pushed around like some helpless, insecure person anymore like you were when you were staying with her. You were your own and strong. Shit, you almost rivaled with how you used to be. 

Eventually, you were ready for human trials. You weren't going to make Toko try yet; she was just a child. You took some willing adults, having them try your samples. None of them died, luckily enough. The most that happened was…nothing. Most of them were duds. 

You were irritated. Everything was right but why wasn’t it working? You tweaked and tweaked and tweaked it but nothing seemed to be changing - no matter what you did. You wanted to pull your hair out.

“You should head to bed. A fresh mind will help.” You just glared at Myra who held up her hands. “I’m just saying. You’ve been tweaking it for hours. Besides, all the subjects have gone to bed so you can’t even test it right now.” Without another word, or waiting for a response, she left you to your thoughts.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, letting your head fall back with a long sigh. You supposed she was right. Everyone was asleep, so you couldn’t even test the new formula anyway. You stood up, stretching as a yawn escaped your lips. You were exhausted. You were working from sun up to sun down every day - it was starting to take a toll on you but…

You couldn’t give up now. 

A nap. All you needed was a nap. You walked over to the loveseat that was in the lab and in moments you were passed out.

Crash. 

You bolted upright, squinting in the dark. You saw a small figure over by your desk. Your heart stopped as you ran over to the light and turned it on. Toko was standing there, beaker shattered at her feet. “Toko!” You ran over to her, sliding on your knees - not even paying attention to the glass that was imbedding itself into your knees. 

You took her face in your hands. “Toko! Answer me!” You searched her face and she looked at you with wide, confused eyes. No, no, no! What was she doing here? Why did she drink what was in the beaker?

“T-Toko thought this was the kitchen…” Fuck! You should’ve locked the door. Tears began to line your eyes when her face started to move. “T-Toko?” you whispered, emotion clear in your voice. You couldn’t live with yourself if anything happened to her. At this point you heard voices coming from down the hallway, heading towards you.

Shit. If Toko died, you might die. You told your brother not to die, but here you were - probably going to die. Though, you’d gladly accept the fate because you made a mistake and hurt someone so innocent in the process.

The twisted smile on Toko’s face began to shift; corners of her mouth uncurling and slowly sliding down. Her large smile slowly closed and her face slowly relaxed. Your own eyes widened. Was it working? Or was she dying? You weren’t sure. “T-Toko?” you asked, your voice cracking.

Suddenly, tears appeared in her eyes and she started wailing. She threw her arms around you as she cried and cried, and you held her there in disbelief. Did it work? Did it really work? You held her close, looking up as Hiyori appeared in the doorway, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the scene before her.

“Wh-” 

You looked at her, tears rolling down your own face as you held the crying Toko. You slowly stood up, still holding her as she continued to sob into you. “Is she…crying?” Hiyori’s voice was full of disbelief and you nodded, smiling through your own sobs.

All those years of being unable to unleash those negative emotions properly were coming forth all at once. You knew she was never able to properly grieve for her father either, so…it was all coming out now.

Tears began to fall down Hiyori’s face as she watched Toko. It was clear that she wanted to hold out and hug her, but she was holding onto you so tightly and her body was shaking so much that she didn’t want to interrupt her. She needed to get all of this out. You had a feeling that these next few days were going to be absolutely exhausting. You were going to have to do this one at a time - to give people a moment to collect themselves.

Though, Toko was a small child compared to the adults. They might be able to hold better, but for now, you were just going to let her do what she needed to do.

It wasn’t long before the small child was passed out against you. All that emotion had taken its toll and wiped her out. You slowly handed her off to Hiyori. “She should at least sleep good,” you said with a small smile. Hiyori nodded, smiling at you. “Thank you so much, doctor. I-I don’t know how to thank you.” 

You shook your head. “No need to. I’m just doing my job.”

Hiyori let out a small laugh, knowing it was going to be pointless arguing with you. “I’m going to tuck her in, you should rest as well, doctor.”

You nodded, waving as they left.

--

As you predicted, the next few days were rough. There was so much crying, touching, and wailing. You didn’t like being touched all that much by people you hardly knew, but you knew they couldn’t really help it; overcome with emotion and you were the nearest person to them. It was draining what little social battery you had past its breaking point. You were slowly realizing that you only had a social battery with your crew.

“On behalf of Wano, we cannot thank you enough,” Momonosuke said, inclining his head to you. You shook your head, holding up your hands. “I mean, you guys provided free room and board, not to mention all the other shit that I needed so…we’re even?” 

He looked at you with a surprised expression. “Even still, you are so humble. Is there really nothing else we can do for you?”

You shook your head before you realized something. “Actually, yes. Could you, perhaps, lend me a boat and supplies? I’m going to need to take a bit with me since I’m pretty sure my brother doesn’t have anything that I’m going to need on his ship.” At least for now. You’d eventually be able to restock and everything would work out in the end.

Momonosuke nodded and smiled widely. “I would be more than happy to provide you with a ship and provisions!” He looked to one of his retainers who nodded at his silent command and headed off. He turned to look at you. “Thank you again.”

You held up your hands. “Please, I’m begging you. If I hear that phrase again, I might go insane.” You heard it so much over the past few days, you weren't even sure if it was a real expression anymore. Momonosuke only laughed and put his own hands up. “Fair enough, doctor. I will mind my tongue in the future.” 

When you headed out, Hiyori popped up with Toko. They were both smiling, a genuine one from the smaller. “We’re going to miss you!” Toko chimed, running over to give you a hug. You knelt down, wrapping your arms around her. “Oh, I’m going to miss you too. I’ll make sure to call and write, okay?” 

Toko looked up at you with a bright expression and nodded. “Okay!” She ran back over to the other woman, holding her hand.

“Have fun with your hunkidy do of a man,” Hiyori chimed on your way out and you stopped. “My what?” The woman just laughed, leaving you absolutely confused. Who the hell says that? What does that even mean?

--

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for them to gather the things that you had requested. You were double checking things on the port when you heard someone say your name. You grimaced, turning around to see Myra. C’mon, couldn’t she leave you alone? She stopped as she saw your face. “You…are still mad at me?”

You just looked at her and she frowned. “I-I said I was sorry. I never meant for it to go as far as it did I-”

You just scoffed, shaking your head as you looked at your clipboard. “Spilling every lie you’ve spilled before,” you said in a dismissive tone. You shook your head. “Still, I’m not forgiving you.” You looked at her with a determined stare that bored into her soul. “And I never will.” 

Her eyes widened at you as you radiated sheer anger from your very being. She took a step back as you took a step forward, towering over her. “I hope that you never hear my name without your chest in flames.” Your tone was resolute and full of venom as if you were placing a curse on her. You could tell it already was. After all, she had sent you to Wano where your brother had been. She was obviously feeling guilty. She had tried the tough act and you tore right through that.

You were on a warpath - not to be fucked with. You had a mission and you’d be damned if you were going to let Myra get in your way. Though, you were leaving now and you couldn’t be happier. You just wanted to see your brother again. To see the crew again. To see Killer.

Man, you had so much to tell him. You had made the decision to confess your feelings, no matter how it ended up; you just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. Though, Hiyori made it clear that it wasn’t as secret as you thought. If your brother had caught on, who the hell else had?

--

After bidding farewell and more tears being shed, not from you - you were pretty sure you were all out, you finally sailed off. Unlike your brother, you weren’t going to dive off the side of a fucking mountain, you were going to take the official port. 

It didn’t even take that long and you weren’t sure why your brother made a fuss about it. Though, when you thought about it, he was just showing off anyway. It checked out actually. Constantly in some kind of dick measuring contest with someone.

Once you were out on the sea, you took your brother’s vivre card from your pocket, getting ready to set course. 

Your heart stopped as it burst into flames.

[theygender]

It doesn't need to be perfect it just needs to be done it doesn't need to be perfect it just needs to be done it doesn't need to be perfect it just needs to be done