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[moldypoff]

Random list of media I have consumed listed in the order that I have thought about them recently to latest.

Win or Lose

SCP foundation

Dungeon Meshi

Welcome Home

CoD

Poppy Playtime

Mouthwashing

The Property of Hate

Five Nights at Freddy’s (Old games + Current ones + Books + Movies)

Pressure Roblox

Creepypasta (with a big emphasis on Marble Hornets)

Detroit Become Human

Overwatch

Steven Universe

BG3 (Only got into it because of a few friends but I don’t even play it)

Deltarune

Mao Mao

Fear and Hunger (both games)

Gravity Falls

Pokemon

Undertale

Bee and Puppycat

Fionna and Cake

Dandadan

Arcane

Transformers (more on the movies side)

My Friendly Neighborhood

MCU

DC

Madison (The game, underrated imo)

Madoka Magica

Sailor Moon

Mew Mew Power

Sanrio

Cult of the Lamb

Kirby

Super Mario Bros

Spiderman into the Spiderverse

Bendy and The Ink Machine

Little Misfortune

Octonauts

Psychonauts

Ib

Fran Bow

Mandela Catalogue

Angel Hare

Vita Carnis

The Backrooms

Amanda the Adventerer

Friday Night Funkin

We happy Few

Sally Face

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

Bluey

Six

Hamilton

Portal

Minecraft

Aggretsuko

Naruto (Kinda get the ick from it now that I’m older but it’s still important to younger me)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Cuphead

Finding Frankie

Ena

Billie Bust Up

Adventure Time

Over the Garden Wall

Coraline

Animal Crossing

Doom

Dangonronpa (only the first game 😭)

Mortuary Assistant

Rough totals:

Games: 38

Horror: 24

Shows/Cartoons: 30

Music Centered: 3

Wholesome: 28

Gonna tag my myoots below now :3

@ab-art-07 @alcoholicbreadohere @artblockedgremlin @burningbouquets @buggutzzz @fet0ra-arto @gh1dd @itsyagurlchip @imactuallysoup @iapetusandthemoons @kidneystheallpowerful @lyric-abaddon @lilsproutbudd @loud-kid2 @lildeadmexican @mindfulweather @oculis-aspicientis-666 @ovium-sheep @peekoo3 @purplelordstudios @stinging-metal @satanicsanity @thesaturninee

Look! I put everyone in alphabetical order! (It was surprisingly easy!)

[minnowlight]

Yucks!!

[goaliekisses]

cursed <3

[psychologeek]

Do you think life is precious? Do you like superheros?

This is a post about Gaza and Israel. (I consider doing future posts about other issues in the world. Feel free to send me an ask about it!)

But more importantly, this is a post about PEOPLE. And thoughts. And reducing hate.

Because people's lives matter. Everybody and everyone.

And I feel like the Speech I see is getting more and more extreme, more and more divided, more and more "all-or-nothing", more "us or them".

And

And it's a fucking problem.

Because guess what? At the end of the day, between war to war, there are still people living here. And most of them wants to live.

And even those who don't live here - seeing hate and "the only solution is if *they* die/live/gone" is not good for anyone.

~

Sometimes I have thoughts about a fanfic where the JL come to help, and Superman+Batman go to get the hostages held captive by Hamas, while Flash and Wonder Woman go handing over food, water and medical supply to people in Gaza Strip.

(then I remember IRL people care mord about "winning" then "life", and I look at history of things and realise it would probably come out as an evil scheme, and people would go out looking for links and all of a sudden its probably a "Zionist conspiracy to control the world". And I need to go think of something else for a moment, because everyone going why everything is bad doesn't help anybody and it physically hurts me.)

Anyway.

In the unlikely event of a group of superheroes coming to help, what do you think they can do to help?

Rules: No killing, and you need to reason your offer. (who will it help? Why? And who can do it?)

You can use any superhero/comic/alien/mythological being/etc. you can think of.

I would also like to hear any issues that might come out with other people's offers.

Or problems without solutions.

Right now, civilians only, issues I can see are:

Fear of missiles and rockets (Israeli civilians)

Fear of airstrikes (civilians in Gaza)

Lack of access to food and water (local supply, Gaza)

Lack/reduce of access to food, water and medical supply and humanitarian aid (outer supply, Gaza)

Destroyed homes and medical centres (Gaza)

Destroyed homes and medical centres (Israel)

Fear of being the targets of stochastic terrorism (Israel)

Fear of being unjustly jailed or attacked (Gaza)

Their government promising that safety will arrive if they simply attack the enemy one more time, and many falling for it *again* (Both)

Please remember that this is a MENTAL EXERCISE - theoretical thing only. No one on Tumblr is any sort of actual political thing, and blaming/pointing fingers, while satisfying, doesn't help anybody.

(I don't think any real solution will emerge from this. I'm trying to make a conversation. Like, a polite one.

And if anyone come up with a good idea on how hoom-make sea water into drinking water? That is another good thing.)

[inkskinned]

it became like a point system, i guess.

it wasn't that he never did anything romantic or wonderful. he would do these things for me on occasion almost ritualistically - after i'd exhibited about four or five different breakdowns. he would finally book tickets to the symphony. we would finally spend a weekend in the mountains, drinking wine and listening to audiobooks. we would finally go on some serious expedition somewhere - no longer than a week, but it was felt. and those things would be 500, 700, 9000 points.

(at the time, as you know, i hadn't realized yet that it was always things that pertained to his interests. we did not go to poetry slams, we went to long and weird contemporary music festivals. we did not go to my places or be with my people - it was his places, his people. as ashamed as i am to admit it now: when he did begrudgingly allow me to cart him to my things, it still somehow became a point in his favor. that i brough him to the beautiful, sacred place of Acadia National Park earned him the 500 points - for his patience. for his willingness. for his sanctimony.)

and then he would cash in on those points and do virtually nothing. meanwhile, i'd buy dinner or send a card or call first or send a loving text or bring him little gifts. and these were all small things. they were 100, 200 points. i'd do this stupid, feminine, evil little domestic labor: the socks off the floor or getting groceries or remembering to turn the lights off or putting the seat down or whatever. the small "oopsie" partner things that you are supposed to accept. and those were all valued very low, as if i was in some kind of emotional arcade game. they'd be 5, 10, sometimes (in particularly rough moments) up to 50 points, if i was very generous with my cleaning and/or emotional supporting and/or romantic effort.

but the whole time, like clockwork, he'd call in on the points. remember when we went to new hampshire? or babe i just planned a date for you last month. on one very sweet moment, i remember him saying, without irony - why would i plan your birthday. i got you what you wanted for christmas. i am born in july, on the first. it had been 7 entire months. i had sent him the gift i had wanted - on reflection, had i not wanted him to "claim points" on something he hadn't put effort into? or was i just scared i'd be confronted with that same knowledge we've all had when opening a lackluster, terrible gift - this is fucking nothing. he claimed the points anyway, and i let him.

i don't know why i allowed it. i'm a feminist. i was already actively writing about emotional labor, all of that. but when you are raised in a house that loves anger, your whole body becomes an echo. you can't hear your own pain over the ache of your history. maybe it's just that it did feel - through catholic guilt or though my past or through my own passive and stupid fawning nature - like it made sense. yes, he did take me on a date last month! so what if he said i looked like a sausage in that dress (fully knowing of my eating disorder)? he had taken me on the date, which was kind of him.

i keep remembering how confused he was each time, holding up these little points in front of me. other men do it too sometimes - the men who assume they've earned enough "friendship" points to fuck me - but he was just so earnest about it. he didn't need to support me or hold me or be kind to me - he had already been kind, at one point, and now that job was over.

and i would stand in that little arcade of our lives and see my own score, bright and blazing above me. millions of points ahead of him, somehow, just because i was constantly trying. and i'd try to point it out to him and i would feel sort of dumb and obvious doing it. who can say i do your laundry is equivalent to we went to disney. but there it was, and there we were: him asking to win the biggest prize. the bright green monkey. and me, begging him - i just need you to show up for me consistently.

[morganbritton132]

Post-Starcourt AU where Steve and Robin kinda just wander off in the all chaos.

They’re just walking around because Robin can’t go home like this and Steve doesn’t want to go to his house. Robin also doesn’t want to go to Steve’s house. There were monsters there once.

So, they’re just moseying along still feeling the high of Russian drugs and monster fighting when a minivan pulls up next to them. They roll down the window and it’s…Tommy’s mom? Telling them to get in the car right now, “Steven Christopher.”

Tommy’s mom, Maria, heard about the mall fire on the radio. She vaguely remembered Tommy mentioning that Steve worked there and gave his house a ring. Her mom brain went into overdrive when she got no answer.

The unknowing made her so sick with worry that she got into her car to drive out to the mall to check herself. That’s what she was doing when she found them and all that worry wore on her face.

So, they listen. They kinda have to listen so they got in the car. She asks questions. They answer some of them.

“We’re fine,” Steve tells her even though his lips is bleeding and he’s all bruised up. He smells like smoke and blood, turning to Robin in the backseat, “Robbie. This is like, my mom.”

Robin thinks, whoa.

Steve’s mom is like nothing she was imagining and she takes them home to a regular house? It’s cozy and clean, but like. Robin thinks her house might be nicer than this. Honestly, weirdest thing she experienced tonight.

She immediately revised that thought when Maria gives them both a once over and sends them to bed. She follows Steve upstairs and watches him flop into bed next to - “Tommy H?”

Steve’s cuddling up beside Tommy instead of providing any sort of explanation so Robin puts the pieces together and concludes, “Tommy H is your brother?!”

[opikiquu]

[dricacchi]

john and yellow: "men suffer in silence" then why am i always hearing about it

[lilianade-comics]

Thinking about how Dani's episode is called Kindred Spirits, which implies that her unique narrative role is to mirror Danny and act as a foil to him, and then the episode is like "Here's some ✨superficial similarities✨. She is now going to leave the plot entirely and be 💖homeless💖"

[ladydisharmony]

the sicky

[fernsnailz]

what the fuck is this thing

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[sofiaruelle]

*Snorts*

I just wanted to draw Anya in the shirt. Curly just happened as a trauma response /lh. Jkjkjkjk his babygurlification pre-crash is healing.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[gammija]

tiefling jon's first day at the Archives

[relativefict1on]

love song valentines 💌