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#am I the only one outraged by it????
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WHAT THE FUCK was that ending???????
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beanghostprincess · 2 months
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What’s your opinion on relationship between Roger and young shuggy
Making this quick because I think I've talked about this already an awful lot (and I love it. Please. Anything that has to do with young Shuggy makes me go feral every time).
A lot of people believe Roger played favorites when it came to his kids because. I mean. Look at the scenes we have. Giving Shanks his hat (in fact, both of his hats in that Wano scene) and in general not paying that much attention to Buggy unless it's to tell him to stay behind instead of going to Laugh Tale because he is sick (which is literally what any father would do and this only shows that he cares for him).
But I think he loved both a lot, just in different ways. And I believe that both ended up pretty messed up with how they were raised.
From what we've seen, the flashbacks we have are from Oden's POV and Buggy's. We never have Roger's or Shanks' or even Reyleigh's interpretations of what happened. So, from what we've seen, I think Roger put a lot of pressure on Shanks to be his legacy at a very young age and Buggy interpreted this with envy and thought Roger didn't care about him the same. Which is a valid thought, especially from what we've seen. But I personally like to think Roger went just a little bit harder on Buggy because of the typical "You have a lot of potential but you have to fight harder than the rest to achieve it and by ignoring you I am giving you an opportunity to be independent" or something like that. Because I think it makes more sense than Roger straight-up playing favorites.
Seriously, where is my scene of Buggy resenting Shanks and saying that he was Roger's favorite and Shanks being extremely fucking confused because "What do you mean his favorite?! He only talked about you, moron!".
So to summarize, I think we don't have that much content to have a specific canon interpretation, but in my opinion, I think Buggy's POV is really altered by his jealousy and envy toward Shanks and it only shows that Shanks was also under a lot of pressure. But that doesn't mean Roger didn't love them. Those were his kids!!!! That is their dad!!! I'm not fighting anybody about this. So he loved them but since he knew he was dying he trusted Shanks a little bit too much being the face of the new generation and gave Buggy a bit of a harsher treatment because he thought he had to work more than the average.
And that is how you end up with two sons: A failguy with a savior complex who is always sacrificing himself and drinking himself stupid and a clown with an inferiority complex that only knows how to survive instead of fighting for what he wants.
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akkpipitphattana · 7 months
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see i can understand the perspective that the narrative is slutshaming boston. i may not agree with it, but i can understand it. but saying the other couples that ended up together are “heteronormative” is fucking crazy actually like WHAT are you on about
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goldkirk · 2 months
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#I am struggling so hard to pinpoint where the lines are in discussions of situations like the franke and hildebrandt behaviors#because like ok#people keep being so outraged and angry and baffled that they viewed the kids as#deliberately willful and disobedient#and then transitioned into believing them to be infected with evil and or influenced or possessed by demons or under satanic influence#and that’s where everyone is like HOW COULD THEY THINK THIS HOW COULD THEY TELL THEM THAT HOW COULD THEY ETC ETC#and that’s where everyone loses me#like yeah. of course it’s wrong. of course it’s damaging and shitty. but like. what in the world is everyone so shocked and upset by#about that concept (not the physical abuse it caused obviously)#how are you shocked. how are you shocked? it’s just the logical conclusion of believing children have disobedient evil wills#like if you assume evil you’re only going to escalate from there. OBVIOUSLY#I don’t understand how it’s different#where do things cross these lines? no one explains that to me#normal life as usual while tons of kids including me spend years or decades believing we’re evil and under stubborn satanic influence#but in one of the rare situations where it rises to public awareness suddenly everyone is shitting bricks over it#I want those kids drowned in love forever and I wish it never happened to them and their situation#was definitely so so so extreme and severe and I am so glad R was so brave and desperate and got them out#but like. how is everyone so shocked#this is standard. this is common. there’s a huge subculture of people doing and believing this shit#like why is it different just because this case is so visible#so like how is it so hard for people to grasp that this is a widespread issue#I don’t understand#of COURSE it’s wrong to do to someone but like#so many parents and adults do so many of the things these two did just less#fewer hours. less intensely. not in a desert. not with handcuffs and shit. etc.#where’s the line legally? where’s the line culturally?#like how am I supposed to grasp that it’s not a problem until it’s at some level that#I know it’s all Bad but I mean in terms of when the populace starts to mass-care
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My younger cousins need to stop growing taller than me, i knew you since you were in diapers you little shits stop that!
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unopenablebox · 8 months
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finished the beaded section of this shawl with only 8 beads remaining out of ~900
Winner Of Bead Chicken
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dazais-guardian-angel · 10 months
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Late rant about the last episode lmao but I have to get it off my chest
Originally I really thought they cut out the “hurry up and go” moment because I haven’t read these chapters in ages, and forgot that 87 cliffhangers with Aku being slashed before the actual line in 88 (but I mean... can you really blame me for considering that they might cut it...... the bar is on the ground lol).... but even knowing afterward that it’s technically accurate scene-wise, I’m still so disappointed with how they chose to frame it:
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In the manga it’s a shocking moment, no doubt, but also very somber? I think I attribute that to Aku’s expression... he just looks so vulnerable. I would imagine this moment to be animated without any music, or if there had to be music, the ED. It also should have had a white background, imo. But instead, they made it very gruesome and gritty, and cliffhanger’d with Atsushi screaming his name and the heavy metal OP, so it felt like they were going for shock value and nothing else, with all the emotions stripped away. It felt like something straight out of an action movie or something..... and it’s just not the same tone at all to me. It has no weight to it, it just feels like any other injury the characters get in BSD, the only thing showing otherwise being that it’s at the end of the episode and the blood is much more detailed than usual.
The emotions were sucked out of most of the episode, like the scene where Aku reveals his illness, as well as Dazai’s present-day conversation with him; it was all thoroughly underwhelming and stiff, a lot of just talking and not showing, but this is nothing new lol it was to be expected 🫠 the entire fight scene has such a serious, sad, and poignant feeling in the manga, with Atsushi and Aku constantly being worried about each other and their injuries and situation increasingly becoming bleaker and more dire, but in the anime it just feels nothing but ominous and badass, and not nearly as dynamic or impactful.
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This part was genuinely amazing though, the best part of the episode by far 🤌 I actually love the choice to have Dazai just be wearing nothing but his white dress shirt under the coat, instead of his suit; it makes him appear so much smaller like he really is, closer to Aku’s size, which makes the image hit even harder than it does in the manga panel. Also I’ll give them credit for how Fukuchi’s rewind was portrayed using the clock tower Order of the Clock Tower reference? 55 Minutes reference meant to make 55 Minutes readers go insane? YOU DECIDE; was actually pretty cool and clever, so kudos for that too
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rohirric-hunter · 2 months
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So I've been running Fangorn's Edge repeatedly trying to pick up Arth-crus because I don't want to spend 20 Mithril on it even though I have 20 Mithril to spare because full outfits in Lalia's Market only cost 50 Mithril for hat, shoulders, shirt, gloves, boots, and sometimes pants so I'm not super eager to spend 20 on just a shirt
Anyway Arth-crus is the light armor chest. I was a little antsy about trying for it on Leonys Prime because she uses medium armor, but Isengard instances don't really check for that so I thought it would be fine. Well, I was right about one thing. Isengard instances absolutely don't check for that
I use medium armor, I'm looking for light armor, and out of the nine times I've run it so far, I have gotten exclusively heavy armor
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eclipsecrowned · 10 months
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If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why? // @queencvbra
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The constant holier than thou 'the entire community should cater to me personally' schtick. It's been around forever, it's why this site got such a reputation for superfluous application of cancel culture, but I've noticed it seems to have risen from the dead lately.
People who think others should only write content that appeals to to their own lifestyle, people who think going into a collaborative hobby without regard for the limits or problems of their followers makes them a superior being, people who don't understand why some people might not be comfortable with all facets of a canon or even fanon, couching misogyny and biphobia in alleged support of other communities...
These are just examples I have seen more than once. Members of my community taking it for a personal attack if people write romantic/sexual dynamics or discuss their own personal lives on the dash. Those who believe that because they do not tag triggers or in any way 'cater' to the audience they expect to interact with they're somehow the ones victimized when people curate their experiences away from them. I've caught so much Hell just for saying I don't care for a major franchise and find the writing of canon stale at best and genuinely insulting at worst, and I am not the only one. People who believe all M/F is het and thus inferior, because like, why would an amazing awesome man ever want to stick his dick an inferior pussy?
I think too many people on this site have a stick up their ass about things that, and I say this with all due respect, do not matter outside of their own comfort. Unless the content is being written to actively harm, unless it is problematic content that out and out reflects the hateful or harmful beliefs of its author, unless people are genuinely at risk because the content exists, then block and move on. You should always block and move on if the content is anything less than that, and by the same card, stop acting so surprised if other people block and move on if you act like a self-righteous dickhead for forgetting this is a collaborative hobby that takes partners and their myriad views/experiences/comfort into account.
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thebirdandhersong · 2 years
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orange peel promise
In between gut-wrenching deep breaths
and the sweat forming between my forehead
and the wooden pew, there was some sort of prayer
birthed: just like there was a prayer knitting itself
together when my friend hooked her arm around mine
and made her shoulder a resting place
for my bowed head. She just let me cry
into her sleeve in that empty, echoing church,
and her sturdy hand (steady with the repeated
knowledge of baking and painting and unnoticed serving)
held me close. There was a prayer there in the silence
of companionship, just as there was prayer
in the song rising around me in the service, though
I had no strength to rise from my knees then.
The pew in front of me: my favourite hiding place.
I wanted to hide from the truth--I wanted the sadness
to end--I wanted to stay silent.
They were praising God with joyful voices all around me.
I will praise my God, I thought, as my handkerchief
turned cold and heavy in my hand. I will. Even now.
Especially now. And so I got up, and the prayer
that was the dull beating of my tired heart
turned to shaking song.
There was prayer, too, when I split the sealed
envelope and unfolded the first and last letter.
And there was consolation in knowing that my God
was holding the what-ifs that had made an uneasy home
in my heart. What about the oranges I never peeled for you?
I had been thinking days ago. You don't know how
much I wanted to sit with you at the kitchen table
and watch the sun set on a quiet summer evening.
Here is how it goes: we say nothing, but the words
that sit there in the silence with us are simple:
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Here is how it goes:
I peel oranges first with the curve of my nail
digging into the middle, and I turn it into
a little clumsy blossom, a sea star with uneven arms.
I am good at peeling oranges.
I would have been good at peeling oranges for you.
And what about the letters I wanted to write?
What about the meals I'll never make?
What about all the little things I wanted to give to you,
the happy secrets I thought we'd share,
your absentminded hand trailing over your
guitar strings like fingers trailing in a lazy stream,
the family dinners and the walks by the sea?
But I stopped myself, and was content for a while
knowing that my God held all those little hungry
thoughts, too. And so the prayer that came when
the darkness descended over me again was this:
Lord, be near to me. Lord, please be near to me.
And there was consolation in knowing that He was,
even as you walked through the door that heavy
summer day, for our friend's wedding.
In between fervent applause and joyful song,
there was another prayer rising to my lips:
God, help me. What about the oranges? (Why oranges?)
What about the first time I ran to the basement door
and leaned my head against the cold metal frame
and listened, heart humming, for your voice?
What about the first time you held the door
and the first time you looked at me and smiled
as if your heart-gladness was as deep as mine?
Of course, it is easier to say "forget" than to not remember.
You were there. I was glad and relieved and hurting,
because you were there.
Here is how it went: I saw you on the stage and I forgot
to not think to myself: I love you, I love you, I love you.
Naturally, I was ashamed. Naturally, I was not surprised.
There was prayer before I opened your letter,
though I did not voice it, though it had no words
to give it shape. But I am sure there was. There was
no longer silence then: the generosity of the balmy air
was filled with outside voices, while in the office
the girl in the purple dress a size too big for her
cried into the palm of her hand so that no one would hear.
Before the letter, we walked towards the emptied altar
(where our friends had just exchanged vows) as
almost-strangers. After you gave it to me, we walked
down the quiet aisle side by side, almost-friends.
I read it and there was that prayer again, but this time,
it was one of simple joy. Joy that at last I understood.
Perhaps part of the problem was that I wanted--
expected--oranges, too, when what you were trying to give
was the quiet of companionship. Perhaps the problem
was that the thing we'd been trying to say
(I love you, I love you, I love you) was lost in translation
again and again.
The prayer when I walked back home today after church
was this: Thank you, thank you, thank you. In the
birdhouse of my imagination, in the fragile glass cabinet
hidden in my soul there was simply heart-gladness
that I knew you, that I loved you, that I was loved by you.
You know, the birds sing on in cheerful oblivion,
whether you're laughing or crying. Perhaps they know
that love never truly ends--it only changes shape.
Perhaps they know that song is really a form of prayer,
and all desperate prayer can be turned into gut-wrenching
praise. For our newly wedded friends, it began
at a kitchen table and ended (or began again) at
the altar. For the two of us, it began at a kitchen table
and ended (or began again) at the altar, when the decorations
were gone, when the people had migrated in great birdlike
flocks to the shade of the trees.
And so here is how it went: I met you (a blessing),
I loved you (a blessing), I was loved by you (a blessing).
And it was like looking at the world through stained glass.
And it was like dancing under the first shower of snow.
And it was like watching a garden grow,
like watching cherry blossom petals fall in April,
like the wild impulse to kiss the young sprout of a tree
in front of our church just because it was a young sprout
of a tree, just because it was spring.
And it was a good thing. It was a blessing.
You said so yourself. Naturally, I believed you.
And when I touched your cheek and you cried, I was
not surprised. And when I held you too long for
the last time, you were not surprised, either.
Some people wish on eyelashes, some on clovers,
some on shooting stars, some on pennies in a fountain.
Wishes for what? Probably not for the chance to peel
oranges for someone. One last thing, dear.
I only have one thing left to say today: I wish (no,
I pray) that you will be happy. That you will know
that God is near. That the spring comes again and again
for you, just for you. That someday, someone will peel
orange after orange for you, and that you will sit with her
and smile that rising-sun smile you saved for me,
and both of you will understand that it all means the same
thing, really: the oranges, and the silence, and the song,
and the spring, and the wildness of joy, and the
stillness of peace: that it means this: that it means yes:
that it means the heaviest and lightest promise of all:
that it means, truly, with all heart and soul:
I love you. I love you. I love you.
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pocketramblr · 1 year
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afo looks like a kissable pathetic meow meow in the new chapter
For once that's not actually the worst possible reaction to a new chapter, only the second worst, because I'm going to kill someone about this flagrant and rudely lampshaded disregard for established quirk science
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diamond-draws · 7 months
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You what I wanna know?
How the f*** does this bunny-looking thing become an official tumblr sexyman...?
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But not THIS?
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vaaarnarebog · 1 year
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challenge:
tell me the trait that makes animals unworthy of respect and happy lives, why is it okay to hurt and kill them?
animals don't speak? some people don't either
they aren't as smart as humans? babies eint that smart either
they are alive to be eaten? would it be ok to breed people for food?
it goes on and on, any trait you can think of doesn't stand up when you put it on a human or even an animal you love because you cant morally justify hurting and killing a being that wants to live and be happy.
please just think (even do some research about what their lives and deaths are like) and do something about it.
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girlvinland · 2 years
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Does anyone else feel just completely overwhelmed sometimes bc of just. How much information we take in every day? Like esp on the internet and having so much access to phone/computer/etc. Recently I feel like it’s just been so much it makes me feel extremely stressed out just, there’s so much social media where people are talking 24/7 and getting enraged and having discourse and then there’s so much news and most of it’s negative and just so much so much of everything I feel like I’m losing my mind sometimes.
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cparti-mkiki · 2 years
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it’s interesting how in fandom mind a standard rape by a main character is irredeemable but a standard murder by a main character doesn’t even register as one most of the time. i suppose it’s the effect of a long history of cool murder which has desensitized the audience but of course it would be disingenuous for me to pretend that rape and murder are framed equally in fiction. like in real life i think we and the legal system agree that rape is very bad but murder is basically the worst thing ever - whereas in many media universes murder is framed as so unremarkable that the audiences might not even see it as murder (and more often then not also framed to look extremely uhh badass and cool) but rape is given enormous narrative & emotional weight. maybe because rape is a terrifying reality that’s never far from us but getting sliced in half by a valyrian steel sword is something we don’t really see happening anytime soon?
anyway this is a post about how twitter’s only “you can’t like this character” character so far is aegon, who has killed no one but raped one, possibly many, whereas his relatives who have a kill count per episode are huge fan favorites. this is also of course a post lamenting people holding morality as a guide to what characters people can like and which are evil monsters no one should express any interest in or else you’re a rape apologist or something but i think we already have enough of these posts on tumblr? like talking about how it’s insane to try to police media enjoyment online & infer anything about people because they like controversial characters and also how it’s even more insane (and probably impossible. and sad.) to limit yourself to caring about characters who are good and pure and all that, i feel like that’s covered. at least in my mutual bubble i am preaching to the choir when i say that these are not people - these are lines of text that the author has decided to portray doing such or such thing for there to be a story - and the point of enjoying fiction is not to be constantly weighing who is morally good so you can be exclusively on their side (imagine doing that for hotd.. haha… ha…)
#honestly the only actual crime a character can commit in my eyes is to be boring#like what’s the point then. you’re not making me feel anything except tired can we get back to your problematic cousins#but anyway back to complaining about the audience. imagine trying to side with the good guys in a show that 1) has no good guys 😭#my posts#to add on to my first paragraph it’s also interesting how there are a lot of posts like#’i love when characters are messy i love when characters kill etc etc’ but the same posters are outraged and repulsed when a character#actually does something messy (like rape. torture. being mean to their fave). it’s all very superficial like their idea of a messy#character is someone slightly edgy (daemon for example) but who never does anything most people would find genuinely upsetting#whereas disaster guys like larys or aegon (or viserys. but the real viserys not the fandom’s girl dad peepaw viserys)#or criston or otto are instantly disliked by them#for being cunts and problematique#and they start making their callout posts like the people liking these characters are… unaware of their terrible actions?#like that’s only possible explanation for liking them? that you haven’t realized / been made aware that they’re BAD and unrighteous?#and reading a callout post will make them go ‘oh my god they’re right! aegon really is a piece of shit! how could i have associated w him!’#like i don’t think they get what makes a character interesting (hint it’s the essence of what they usually denounce in their callouts)#boy am i glad not to be one of those posters who can only enjoy sanitized content or else they turn into the puritan police 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
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syrasenturi · 1 year
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hiro and taiki, the people pleasers to a fault protagonists
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