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homoqueerjewhobbit · 2 years
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kimmiessimmies · 3 months
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Did I create and decorate an entire Bridgeport hotel room just for one short New Years post? Yes. Yes, I did.
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ninjakk · 1 year
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I live in a small village... and decided to visit my local bookstore to see if they could order MDZS in for me, because my pre-order was in limbo!
I wish I'd filmed it, because I think it would have went viral 🤭 The old lady who owns it is a little hard of hearing and repeats what you say to her rather loudly!
The old lady: "YOU WANT A DEMONIC BOOK?!"
The other locals casually browsing in the store, all turn to look at me as I stand there, wearing my bright pink coat and bunny earmuffs, with a big smile on my face. Looking nothing like what they assume a demonic book reader looks like lmao!
I know how WWX feels like now 🤣 there will be rumours spreading throughout the village I'm a demonic cultivator in no time! It's guidao!!! Guidao!!! 🤣😭
Anyway... then the old lady proceeded to google the tile and shot me a scandalised look, like something LQR would give WWX 🤭😳
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muffinlance · 1 year
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Fellow Prisoner Li, Part 6: Bloodbender (Positive)
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“When the moon rises,” Hama spoke softly, as they guarded the door of the inn. 
Katara eyed the sky above the trees. Evening was coming, but the sun would still be up when Tui fully rose. But it wasn’t night that gave them power: it was the moon. The moon, which wasn’t quite full anymore. 
“You’re stronger than I ever was,” her waterbending master said, squeezing her wrist. “And we have to try.”
Fire Nation imprisonment was what they were bound for, if they didn’t try now. Katara had already stared into that fate, and broken its last survivors free.
She stretched out her fingers, slowly. Watched the Fire Nation princess, impatiently pacing across the clearing.
She’d do more than try.
* * *
“A spirit,” the princess repeated, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That kidnaps people. Every full moon.”
“Yes, princess,” one of the guards said. They’d just come from the town.
“Then find me his bones, if you must, but find him,” the princess snapped. She had no patience for this.
Katara would have as much patience as she needed. Just like Hama, in that prison.
Just like the moon, as it sang to her blood. Soon.
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Soon.
* * *
“Princess, we found—”
“There was a cave, we’ve got more people seeing to the rest—”
“Bring him here,” the princess said, belying her own demand by stalking closer to the soldier who was carrying a limp form. Azula’s back was to the inn. The attention of the other soldiers was on the newcomers, and what they carried. 
Now. 
Azula stopped mid-stride. Jerked, like someone had pulled her strings taut. It took a moment for the soldiers to notice that something was wrong. Took them longer, to identify the source.
Katara didn’t need to stand to do this. She sat on the steps of the inn, and crooked her fingers, and made the princess spin towards her in a pirouette human muscles were not made for.
“Good,” Hama whispered, into her ear. 
“You’re going to order them to let us go,” Katara said. “Or this will be the last thing you feel.”
It… looked horrible. Worse than when Hama had her practice, during the full moon, on the chicken-pig that was to be their dinner. They’d butchered it afterwards, and the master had shown her the way the blood vessels had burst and muscles torn where the soft flesh had twisted too hard against bone. Slow movements, Hama had said. Smooth. Like hanging a rag to drip, not like wringing it out. 
Unless you want them down, she’d added, and turned her knife away from anatomy and towards making them a stew. Then as fast as you can. 
The princess jerked in her hold, as much as she was able. Her torso was free, the soft organs and lungs and heart left alone. Her head, as well. Katara held her by arms and legs, as she’d been taught.
Don’t try for the head unless you want them dead. The brain has a lot of water. 
“You dare,” the princess spat.
Katara looked at her. For the first time, she was not at all afraid of the Fire Nation. 
“Order them,” she repeated.
“Princess—” said a solider. One of many who were uneasily shifting into stances ready for attack. 
“Stand down,” the princess barked. “Let them leave. Kill them if they kill me.”
Katara stayed sitting on the steps, her fingers cramping, meeting the princess’ gaze with her own as Sokka worked to free Appa from the net. As Hama helped the elders into the saddle, one by one. As Sokka politely—Excuse me, I’ll just be taking that, thanks for the find—reclaimed Li.
She couldn’t see their firebender breathing, from here. But she could feel the blood in his veins. She could feel it all around, in every enemy and every friend, pounding against her head. Her fingers twitched involuntarily. The princess grit her teeth against a gasp. 
“I’ll just be taking this, too,” Sokka said, scooping the princess up in the same bridal carry he’d just used for Li. “You can tell your Fire Lord to expect our ransom letter.”
“Sokka,” Katara said, between teeth clenched with strain. She couldn’t tell him I can’t do this much longer, because she didn’t know what would happen if the soldiers or princess heard. But she couldn’t, it was… it was too much, and everywhere, and she wasn’t sure for how much longer it would just be the princess. 
Pulling water from plants had been easier. She hadn’t cared which ones had wilted. 
“Katara,” Sokka said. “It’s free royal hostage.”
The princess went in the saddle. Hama helped Katara up, too. And then they were in the air, and—and she could let go. Relax. Let the only pulse she felt be her own.
She’d done it. 
She was crying, and Hama was hugging her, and another elder on her other side was too, and the moon was high above them white and brilliant and she’d done it.
“You’re so strong,” Hama said, holding her tight. “Such a master you’ll make. You’ll never have anything to fear, my child. It’s the world that will fear you. Our beautiful, brave southern bloodbender.”
The princess sat in the back of the cramped saddle, rubbing slowly at her arms. She was watching Katara. Katara couldn’t read her expression, through the tears. And to be honest? She didn’t really care.
She’d done it, she’d done it, and she could have done so much worse. 
If the princess didn’t recognize mercy when she saw it, it was only because she was still alive to disagree.
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cirusthecitrus · 1 year
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I had to go back to s4 finale (i was looking for some art references) and rewatch Hordak's "reunion" with Prime for the 100th time
And now I once again can't stop thinking about this one little thing HP does in this scene, and then does it again but to Glimmer in s5
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He got down on one knee beside them, looking into their eyes and touching them in some way. It's such a minor insignificant detail, but I still want to talk about it
Horde Prime always tries to appear bigger, above everyone else. He’s above in the sky, he’s above on his throne, he’s towering and looming over people when he wants to intimidate his opponents and yada yada.
But here he instead gets “on their level”  to appear more welcoming and unthreatening, to make them let their guard down. But it is also a power move, a humiliating and mocking gesture even. HP talks down to them, as if he was talking to a child
And speaking of children - you see, this move he does is a legit parenting technique and it makes me SICK
This trick can be used in many situations, but it is particularly useful when a child is not listening to what you're saying (and not because they're being naughty or smth, they just can't focus) and therefore doesn’t understand what you want from them. So instead of repeating and shouting the same thing over and over again and only making everyone stressed a parent/caretaker sits down before them (so their eyes are leveled with the eyes of the child) and sometimes touches their shoulder or holds their hand. This way the child fully focuses on you and it helps them to actually listen, since now they only see, hear and feel you
And here Prime is trying to do the same thing - to make people focus on him, listen to him and do as he says. It’s more obvious with Glimmer - he wants to persuade her to help him find She-Ra and activate the Heart without outright threatening or forcing her (cause it's not in his style). Plus he literally sees her as a dumb lost child, and she kinda is (a lost child, not dumb!) especially compared to this ancient mummy
But with Hordak it’s more... subtle. HP tries to take up as much space as possible, so for Hordak there’s nothing else in the room - no pain, no distracting thoughts, no Glimmer, no Etheria, no Hordak - just Prime, his voice and touch. HP’s goal here is to make Hordak listen and focus solely on his brother, to make it easier to get into his head and read his thoughts
And in Hordak's case this move is also so SO cruel. Because it's so personal. Because to Hordak Horde Prime is a brother, his creator/god AND the closest thing Hordak had to a father figure. He’s basically Prime’s child, even though he popped up from the tank, already in an adult body with a fully developed brain*
And it was so unnecessary for HP to even get out of his chair, he could order other clones to bring Hordak to him and then order Hordak to stand up despite his pain and get closer (basically yell until "the child" does what he wants). And yet he does this. He gets closer, he kneels down, he cups Hordak's face very so gently, he looks him in the eyes as if he's actually looking at him and not through him. And the fact that in this moment HP literally does what parents do is just-
Look at this face. Right before and after Prime reads his mind. Look at this baby
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Yeah he's very confused and scared but he never breaks the eye contact, he's fully focused on Prime, he listens to him so so carefully. He looks at his brother like nothing else exists, like Horde Prime is the center of his universe. And in that moment, he was. HP made sure of that. He wanted for Hordak to not only remember his place, but also remember where Prime's place should always be in his mind and heart
It's so sick and twisted it's been over 2 years and I still can't get over it and i wanna throw up aaaAAAaaaAAA
*yes i'm too very tired of Hordak antis dismissing his trauma and downplaying it to "daddy issues", but like... daddy issues are in fact still there, they just go as a bonus to everything else lol
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Oh so when you're in love with a cannibalistic serial killer sadomasochist who openly admits to helping people just to get the opportunity to push them into failure and suffering 'cause he thinks its funny, its cool and normal and just basic Tumblr Sexyman shenanigans BUT WHEN I'm in love with a gangster murderer, rapist, sex trafficker who drugs people and is a narcissistic stalker I'm suddenly endorsing abuse and am bad wow ok
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meymeyzart · 1 year
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On your side
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low quality sorry 😞 idk how everyone does it
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autistickaitovocaloid · 7 months
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Found out my computer has an SD card slot (by getting my headphones stuck in it) so here's "HD" versions of some DSi camera drawings I've posted ft. my cat from when I was little.
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namelessbenji · 4 months
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So I ended up becoming hyperfixated on To Kill A Mockingbird and I'm shaking and crying because that's literally the most embarrassing hyperfixation I've ever had anyway sparkle on! It's Saturday! Don't forget to remind the citizens of Maycomb about what was legalized in 1967
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claire-starsword · 8 months
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you've heard of "shining force guide book makes me google a billion political terms and also bioelectricity", now get ready for "landstalker guide book makes me google how fast tectonic plates move"
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indigowallbreaker · 1 year
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Why do people reblog things and then put in the tags that they disagree with the post. If someone doesn’t read your tags right or has an function that hides them or simply doesn’t care to check if you put something in the semi-translucent font at the bottom of your reblog-- they’re gonna just assume you agree with the post. 
It’s like putting a picture of someone on your desk and writing in small letters underneath “I hate him”. Casual observers will just see the picture and assume you’re a fan of him. So what’s the point of putting the picture up in the first place?
If you don’t agree and can’t muster up the courage to say it out of the tiny tags, just don’t reblog the dang post. I promise you can let things go without comment. It’s better to fill your blog with things you like.
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netscapenavigaytor · 1 year
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hmmph... people in jet set radio tag talking abot leak stuff and wiki vandalism. when every body should be talking about. ME AND MY FRIENDS MAEKING EDGY BRAINWEIRD BULLSHIT . (joke) (nobody would even know about this properly outside of discord) (just wanted to make a post because my brain is full of many thoughts) (jet set radio fans dm me if you want my bad yoyo opinions) (there is a lot of that. and other dubious opinions too)
#jet set radio#making this post so fast so that i can't regret it and not post it :thumbsup:#ULTIMATELY LIKE. i think i really want to join a jet set radio discord but im wayyyy too afraid to#so i just kind of keep waving jsr in front of everybody else like Hey. Hey can you look at this? For me?#which admittedly i did drag AT LEAST one other person into my madness so im doing something right. but that is not enough for me#and like idk if this fixation will fizzle in a month. its already lasted scary longer than expected#and done scary things that most hypfixes don't (unpublished 8000 word fanfic. god help me)#and even that aside i have no idea whether or not this fandom is receptive to hcs that are like. idk. this brand of weird and kind of edgy#[long ramble over the nature of ''dark'' headcanons and how i am afraid of getting typecast to a kind of writer i am not removed]#Any Way tl;dr any jet set radio fans want to stick their hands through the bars of my enclosure please dm me. its normal in here (LIE)#aaand hmm that. took up way more tags than expected. i wanted to . actually say my piece on the leak#i guess short version of my thoughts on the leak is ''nothing we can do but wait and see if its real''#but also regardless of my opinion on the leak itself (dont care for the artstyle much but eh) (also its funny that corn isnt there. rip)#i think ultimately i am Against the idea of a new jsr game. something something capitalism and nostalgia pandering#but whatever nothing i can do but wait.#everybody just play Jet Set Radio Paradox instead (you can't) (it does not exist) (why do i keep doing parentheticals on this post)#wow this post is a solid 0/10. posting it now so i dont just delete it#error 0
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fuckthisshitimin · 1 year
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Princesses should be praised more. And by princesses I mean stereotype damsels in distress. They're actually so good at being helped.
Helping people and saving people are heroic acts but we know that you can't help someone who doesn't want to be help, or save someone who doesn't want to be saved, the acts or helping and saving need at least two people.
And I think I know a lot of people, including myself, who are bad at being helped, who know how to be helpful but can't stand being helpless.
Helplessness sounds like an awful trait - nobody likes to feel that way, but everybody experiences it.
But damsels in distress are so fucking cool about it like -- "OK sure I can't do anything about my imminent death but this dude says they can I'll stay outta their way". I'm sorry? Why is it not applauded?
Everybody faces helplessness. Helplessness can only be resolved through help. Help needs a helper and a helped. Why don't we celebrate characters who prove very competent at one of those roles?
People who are saved aren't independent - saviors aren't either. We live in a society. We've grown so much as a society we created an environment that replaces us. We don't need to huddle together at night because we have buildings and fire, we don't need to rely on a group to go harvesting while we hunt because there are supermarkets.
Most of us are helpless about most of the things in our lives - it overlaps a lot with "no ethical consumption under capitalism". We built structures to support, to "help" us, we created a structural helplessness, while devaluing the virtue of being helped?
There is no fucking point - how can we promote heroism in a world where one has to get structural approval to change their own name? The most personal, least world-affecting thing? Fighting for agency in one's world or one's own life is a common trope, and it is seducing, but I don't think we acknowledge often enough that we deliberately sapped individual agency.
Like a fish who built a water tank in the middle of the ocean, and every day we make it a bit safer, a bit smaller, and as the sharks grow more and more blurry we tell the tales of heroes jumping over the glass wall.
Is it some reality tv show with challenges, we orchestrate obstacles just to enjoy watching people go over them? Then why do it on the guise of helping the people that will have to face the challenges?
Most things we did as a society came from a place of helplessness, of fear. We know, the pattern-recognition thing, and the importance of stories. We can't eradicate the very thing that makes us a society with more society. There is no getting rid of helplessness through society - for society is a system built on interdependence - there is no getting rid of helplessness at all.
There is, however, accepting helplessness. Damsels in distress do that. They depend on heroes. They rely on heroes.
All the machines we built - when they emerged people expected the next generations to work less, because the current system, helped with machines, would need less human power. We know that didn't happen, we know capitalism and imperialism don't work like that. It wants more.
We all know about overconsumption, it runs a smooth cycle with overproduction. We don't need all the stuff we make - we don't need half of it, but the idea of stopping, of balancing the system so everyone is contempt, the idea of being contempt at all is contradictory with heroism. We know we could, with our level of technology, all live decently. But how much do we value this? How much do we value the idea of a society where everyone is mostly chilling, mostly relying on a system officiating as an artificial hero? When we worked so we wouldn't need to work anymore, why the hell would we shame people for resting?
So yeah. Damsels in distress, all the characters whose main arc is to be saved should be praised more. It certainly shouldn't be a gender role, but it shouldn't just disappear. Celebrating the fuck out of people who are saved. You're like. The purpose of all this.
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meowloudly15 · 1 year
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The recent addition of Leonie Fire Emblem to my favorite characters list is proof that I have a type, and that type is "tough young women with a boatload of tenacity and also So Many Problems Like Good Lord Girl Get A Therapist"
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brownornaterugs · 1 year
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pls pray that my various sized small to medium-large boxes fit in both my friends' vehicular trunk spaces :)
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