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maybe-im-dark · 1 year

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Lullaby

It was one of those nights that Rocket knew would result in a nightmare. The Guardian tossed and turned uneasily. He had already tried everything to stay awake. He'd had five cups of coffee, disassembled and cleaned his entire arsenal of weapons, and even taken an ice-cold shower. The result: headaches, paws smelling of detergent and wet fur. But he was still dead tired.

Think of something nice! Think of something nice! His claws dug into his palms as he struggled to recall positive memories. A self-painted picture of Groot, when Peter gave him the Zune player, the raccoon babies. Yes, the raccoons! The feeling when their little snouts pressed against him. Lots of little feet on him as they walked over him and sniffed at him curiously. But none of that helped. Fight as hard as he could, Rocket felt his eyelids grow heavy. Until they closed and his mind slipped down into the darkness of the dream world.

Bright light blinded him. A huge sun hovered over him, but it was a wrong sun. Its light was not warm and golden, but cold and white. He wanted to put his arm protectively over his eyes, but something held him. A look down revealed large metallic rings encircling his wrists and ankles. On a slab beside him lay a stick with a twisted tip. A red crust stuck to the tip and a smell of iron filled his nostrils. He knew that smell. Blood. old blood. foreign blood. Who had been here before him?

"Paralyze it."

"But sire, doesn't it need an anesthetic too?"

"Just make it not move! It's an animal, it won't remember anything!"

Something appeared in his field of vision. Huge birds bending over him. They lacked feathers and their beaks were too short. Something stabbed his neck. Cold spread inside him and his body went numb.

There was a screeching sound and something entered his chest violently. Indescribable pain shot through him and he screamed. But the scream was only in his head because his mouth didn't move. He wanted to bite and thrash, but he couldn't feel his snout or paws. The scream grew louder, bouncing off the walls of his mind and reverberating in a never-ending echo.

HURTS! HURTS! HURTS! HURTS! HURTS!

Some time had passed. He couldn't say how much. The world had alternately consisted of light and dark. Now he was crouched in a room. One of the birds stood a little apart from him. His dark gaze was as piercing as a thousand needles.

"Up!"

He didn't want to get up. moving hurt.

"Up!"

When he didn't respond, the bird grabbed him brusquely and hauled him to his feet. He squeaked in protest. Standing up was unfamiliar and his muscles burned. He immediately got down on all fours again.

"Stand up! You’re supposed to stand up, 89P13!”

He tried to stir, but couldn't manage more than a tremor. A whoosh cut through the air and something heavy hit his calves hard. Fearfully he curled up, steeling himself for the next blow.

"Urgh, it just doesn't listen! Either it can't stand or it's too stupid! We'll probably have to do more surgery."

No! No, he didn't want the knives and saws again! He didn't want it to hurt again!

Rocket jerked into a sitting position. A scream reached his ears and it took him a moment to realize it was his own. Someone shook his shoulder.

"Hey, hey! Rocket, you had a nightmare!"

He spun around and stared at Drax. His small beady eyes were wide open, revealing the auburn irises.

"Drax? What are you doing here?” he finally choked out.

"I heard you screaming from outside and I went to see if you were alright," the Kylosian replied.

"I am alright! Now get lost!” Rocket hissed, teeth bared.

He didn't need pity or talks about not being alone.

Drax appeared unimpressed. "You dreamed about your past, didn't you?"

"Beat it, man!"

"How about you talk about it?"

Rocket let out a low growl. "How about you piss off?"

"Shall I sing you a lullaby?"

Rocket buried his face in his paws. "If you finally leave after that."

Drax was silent for a moment. "I used to sing this song to my daughter when she had a bad dream. She felt better immediately afterwards. Maybe it will help you too.”

Now the raccoon felt guilty. Drax was the only one who had never shared his story at length. Rocket may have lost his friends, but the own child and wife? That had to be rough.

He leaned back and sighed. "You can try."

Drax began to sing. His voice was low and raspy, but he wasn't as bad a singer as Rocket had feared. It was a language he couldn't understand even with his translator chip. Maybe a Kylosian dialect? The words, however, sounded beautifully melodious and soothing. With a yawn he drew his knees up to his chest and draped his tail around himself. Maybe he could actually get some restful sleep. The world grew calm and warm and the only sound was this beautiful song.

Drax smiled as he heard soft snores. He gently tucked Rocket in.

"Sleep well my friend."

#fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #guardians of the galaxy 3 #rocket raccoon #gotg 3 #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #drax the destroyer #drax the dad #tw medical torture #tw graphic #tw graphic depictions of violence #tw animal abuse #read at your own risk #viewer discretion is advised

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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 5 months

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Watching the walking dead made me realize I been consuming too much kids' media. I'd always be sittin there hoping for them to cross a line. do something wild. have somethin outrageous and exciting happen. I've been craving violence and misery from shit that has to follow TV-PG rules. Wow watching something I'm the actual target audience for is great, who'da thought? 💀

#it was when they killed off Sophia. I really thought they'd find her because ''surely they wouldn't kill a kid''#then when they did I realized. Oh. This is for adults. There Are No Rules Here.#I love animation though.#but animated shows have limits due to budget genre and target audience #I should watch more anime but also I find a lot of anime characteristics cheesy and annoying #when I was like 13 I was re-writing cartoons in my head to be significantly more upsetting lmao #swear to god that's why I started writing Demon's Advocate back then. I wanted something with Gravity Falls or OTGW vibes but more evil #lil homie you just needed to watch something R rated #and then I'll go ahead and make joyous cartoony fanart not depicting any of said violence and misery #listen I'm on the edge of my seat for horrors and I stick around for the love and joy #and I'm just not so good at horror art #that's something I wanna try my hand at but it'd be a learning curve

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to-the-starlit-west · 5 months

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As It Should Be, Derek Mahon

#irish poetry #media: poetry #derek mahon #troubles poetry #once again #“we hunted the mad bastard” christ almighty #great juxtaposition or whatever #“tide burial during school hours” fuck me #nobody writes like the northern ireland poets do #my interpretation as thus #for anyone unfamiliar with ní history:#during the troubles sectarian violence was common #here mahon satirises extremist thinking in his depiction of a mob hunting down a single person #hunt - to mean an animal #someone who is not human #mad bastard - it’s ironic because it’s not the guy who’s running whose mad #gunned - that’s a word that implies more than one shot #suggests that they fired at him long after he was already dead #the moon in the yellow river - this is a play set in 1920s ireland when the ira (paramilitary group) try to take down the irish free state #(that’s the previous name for the republic of ireland #(poblacht na héireann) )#electricity generator - this is also in reference to the play #anyways #just my thoughts

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miyanagi · 7 months

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i uate it when kruger says to grisha that he thinks it was important that nazis killed his little sister to inspire his hatred and make him fight back against them i hate that eren heard that and went ohhh okay so i should kill my mom to inspire myself to commit global genocide. got it. I hate eren so fucking bad he's so scary he's so SCARY!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DID YOU GET HERE FROM THERE!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate that fucking BOY. regardless. i do love the way aot addresses the nuances and intricacies of fascism and hatred and the way some people just crave violence and will do anything to justify that desire and present it as valiant. eren is such a complicated and human character and that's part of why he's so terrifying. he's not a one note villain isayama himself said that he was upset when he realized eren was the character he related to the most while writing because armin was literally the pov character he was Intended as isayama's self insert. i hate it out here. im going to curl up into a ball i'm so scared of the finale and the revised ending. also i think it's interesting the way that the selfishness of erwin smith's agenda inadvertently inspires eren's brand of fascism. that susumu shit... the fucking scene where erwin asks eren who the 'enemy' is super super early on. the way that meant different things to both of them but ultimately also the same thing (the enemy is those who impede my ability to achieve my PERSONAL goals.) yhey both fought for their own personal desires rather than for the betterment of society. ughhgggghhggsdbbrkcnnndnfkekfbfnfnn the way that erwin's constant calls to action for people to move forward translated to eren refusing to relent on his goals of mass destruction. walking forward and forward and forward with the rumbling at his side ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ FUCKK!!!!! i love yhe way that eren has been the same since the beginning i love that he never changes i love the twist on the hotheaded shonen protag. i love how his goals for 'saving people' were always written as hatred and a desire to 'kill every last titan.' and you're supposed to write it off until you slowly see 'i'm going to kill them all' become more and more blatantly about Just fucking EVERYONE. it's such an amazing feat of writing the way aot recontextualizes itself into a different work when you consume it after learning everything. it's literally such an amazing narrative about the horrors of fascism and war while also humanizing the motives behind it and reminding us that fascists are people who made DECISIONS to be the way they are. that or they were groomed into it! AND ON THAT WE HAVE FUCKING GABI'S ARC going from a brainwashed jewish child nazi soldier who believes she's "one of the good ones" who needs to prove herself to realizing that there were, in her words, "no devils, just people." God don't fucking touch me

#squeak #when you get to the time travel shit in aot is when you're in too deep. That #That is the point of no return #antisemitism tw #aot is flawed. it inadvertently glorifies the government vis a vis scout regiment and it IS VERY WEIRD about royal bloodlines #and it is ABLEIST and Yes. It is antisemitic. and these things are important to acknowledge #but it is not intentionally hateful #it is literally a narrative about how fucking scary hatred is and it's batshit insane that its reputation is being 'the nazi anime'#like. EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER IN THE FIRST THREE SEASONS IS JEWISHHHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE GOD JUST DO SOME DECENT RESEARCH FOR FIVE SECONDS #Man Reiner is so fucked up too #the WAY THEY DEPICT HIS PTSD AND DEPRESSION AND DID????? THE WAY HE'S THE ONLY CHARACTER LIKE HIM THAT HAS EVER EXISTED????#His fucking survivors guilt good god he needs a hug #and the way ymir is literally the best written cult survivor character i've EVER seen #waaaahhh #OH ALSO?#THE WAY IT CRITICIZES BOTH VIOLENCE AND PACIFISM IN WAY OF KING FRITZ'S VOW???? WHO ELSE IS DOING IT LIKE HER #AAAAHHHHHHHHH

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chaosoftheages · 2 months

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Me doing prep for Perfect Prime Target and realizing I'm gonna be writing graphic scenes again after just doing that for my novel:

#ao3 #fanfiction writer #ao3 writer #my writing #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #autumn being autumn #and I thought the smut was gonna get me #nope it's the graphic depictions of violence

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lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog · 2 years

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White, how do you have that bracelet weapon? And why did you mind control Second?

Eraser:"oh that? were made based on Dark Lord's Virobots bracelets! an "informer" of ours gave us the blueprints on how to create the bracelets! and about the orange one, they are important for our superior.... Their powers are much more powerful than you can imagine! They just needed some... 'Improvements'" she smiles and starts to laugh.

Poison:"Hump! You're not the only one who should have cool toys! I wanted my own toys!" He snorts pushing Purple tied next to Green who was staring blankly after had seen what they did with the sec. "I wish I could upgrade my lab!! New and sharper syringes!! Different poisons!! New ways of doing experiments..." He says this looking at the two hostages with a disturbing smile...

Purple felt a chill, they get closer to Green and hold his hand, the hand of the arm with the open cut. Purple hesitates to look at the wound but he had to see how serious it was. The sight was grotesque, they could see the torn flesh of his arm, and the smell of blood was nauseating, Purple covered ther mouth in horror, and Green looked dead, he was breathing but his eyes were almost empty, as if his hopes had just completely disappeared... They found Second... But what they found was very horrible... Second followed the woman's every command, as if she controlled them. Purple then remember of what that anon said before, that they should hit them in the head! Purple, even tied up, tries to shake Green.

Purple:"Green..." They whisper, "Green... Answer... Remember what that anon said?? That they were controlling them?? It means if they were right about that, it means all we need to do is hit them Behind the head!"They talk low just for Green. He lifts his head, looking in Second's direction, his vision blurry and hearing buzzing, he could see Second right in front of him, looking at the woman in white as she fiddles with her bracelets. Green's eyes were red from crying so hard when he saw the Second like this, He wished this was all just a bad dream... But it wasn't...

Green:"I don't know Purp..." He shakes his head, "I don't know how to get out of this..." He starts to think again. He was in a lot of pain. Not for the badly injured arm, at this point he doesn't care about it anymore, for him, he could die from blood loss he wouldn't care! He just wanted his best friend, and the person he loves more than anything, to be safe and well, and he failed at that...

Purple wanted to be free so he could hug Green, but in this state, he can only lean his head on his shoulder. Purple is then pulled by the arm by Poison, Green panics and starts reacting in fear of what they could do to them. Purple starts screaming trying to force their feet into the dirt for them to drag away from him, they start crying in Panic. They started to try to kick them but his leg was still injured and he barely even moved properly and every movement only opened the wound further. Green try to forget about the broken leg and try to get up in vain, he fell on his face on the ground scratching his chin and looking at Purple who was dragged against his will and thrown in front of Second and the woman in white who controlled them. Whatever they were going to do, Purple was fixated on Second.

Eraser:"Second Coming..." He smiles facing Purple and pulling away a little like Poison who crossed his arms behind his back. "Kill them..." Purple's eyes widen as well as Green's as he forces himself up even with his whole body hurting and forces his legs to run towards Purple. But poison unfortunately notices him doing this and gives him a knee in the stomach and an elbow in the back causing him to fall back to the ground spitting blood.

Poison:"You know... It would be fun if I could do some experiments on you... I already like it when you cry..." He laughs holding Green's head tightly and forcing him to see Purple being executed in front of him.

Second slowly raised their hand which carried a strong green energy, aimed towards Purple, staring at them with bright white eyes and the veins that went to the back of their head. A sphere of green energy formed in their hand, each second seemed to get bigger, Purple crawled back in fear facing Second. Their eyes filled with fear and tears, reflecting on Second's white eyes, Purple just stared at them, and Green just watched, wanting not to look, muttering several low "no's" that were muffled by the sound of electricity getting more energized.

Purple:"Sec..." Purple whispered closing their eyes, "I love you..."

in seconds they shoot.... and hit the ground next to Purple. they were panting, their eyes glowing with their natural greenish color. everyone in the place was in shock, did they break free from control?? They look at Purple heavily panting, little sparks shooting out of their eyes.

Second:"P-purple...?" They whispered in a weak, almost tearful voice. Then they start screaming with their hands on their heads, Purple and Green start to worry, Eraser was squeezing a device in their hands that seemed to control mind control. Second's agonized screams distracted her enough that Purple kicked her hard in the heel causing her to fall and knock the device out of her hand. Purple if you drag to the device before she got it with a little difficulty, she tries to take it back but they won't let it kick her in the face and try to get up. poison was going towards Purple but Green grabs him with one hand, being kicked by him but not released Purple manages to get up limping and with force they throw the device on the ground causing it to break. The device breaks and Second's last cry of pain causes a massive shock wave to appear in the sky and spread through the server, and shortly after that they fall to their knees on the ground.

Poison kicks Green hard causing him to release him, he gives Green one last kick that sends him rolling to the ground, badly injured.

Purple:"Green!!" Purple, still injured, runs to Green and picks him up crying wanting to wake him up since the meso was losing consciousness, in addition to his health bar he had only two hearts two and a half hearts. "Green...." Purple hugs Green desperately.

Eraser:"You little shits...YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!!" She was furious with the pieces of the device in her hands, "POISON, KILL THEM!!!" she orders, poison smiles taking his ax and facing Purple and Green ready to hit them. Eraser looks at where second had fallen, her eyes widen... "Where... Where did they—" Before she can finish, Poison is hit by something fast and thrown away from both of them.

Second:"STAY AWAY FROM THEM!!!" Second's voice was steady and serious. And in seconds they takes them both in ther arms and takes them away from that place and away from those sociopaths Annoyed Eraser throws the broken pieces to the floor and scream in frustration.

Second arrives at a point farther away from where they were before, pausing to leave Green on the ground and Purple right next to them. Purple was glazed over Second still in shock that somehow Second It was themselves...

Second, panting, they look at Green seeing the worrying situation of the friend they cared for so much, But they understand, and they knew what to do. Closing ther eyes, Second leaves ther hands raised over Green and Purple, sparks went out from ther eyes and small strong sparkles begin to surround the three of them.

And slowly their wounds begin to close up, it causes Purple a little pain, and they could have sworn they could hear Green groan in pain very quietly. After the wounds close, Purple looks at Green's health bar that he was refilling. They were relieved, they then feel Second's weight on their shoulder, they look at them worriedly. Sec was panting, they used up a lot of their energy and now they were very exhausted, they then start watering with their hands on their head, they had a lot of headache.

Purple notices something stuck in ther head and tries to take it out, it was the device, trying to take it out caused Second pain, Purple closes ther eyes and rips the device out which makes Second scream in pain. Purple throws the device away, a device resembling a small metal spider, it had some blood that belonged to Second on the tips of its pointed legs. Purple looks at Second again, they look at him, and without a word the two hug each other, letting the tears fall on their shoulders. After many tears, both of them get up, Second takes Green in their arms and the three of them head to a nearby cave for themselves to hide and shelter.

Purple picked up some wood on the way to make a fire for them to warm up. Second, they were hugging their arms, shaking, not from the cold, but from fear... They were afraid of what those monsters could do... They hurt Green, Purple, Red... They didn't even know what they did to Blue and Yellow, they were too scared... Purple sits next to them, they both look at Green who was lying on Sec's hood under his head. Green was unconscious, even safe, Second was still scared, they cry again with Purple comforting them with hugs. Those three monsters were still looking for them... They managed to save the Sec... But they still need to get rid of those monsters...

#animation vs minecraft #alan becker #animator vs animation #avm ask blog #ask blog #avm minecraft server au #avm green #avm second coming #avm purple #TW: blood #TW: graphic violence #TW: graphic depiction of open wound #avm oc eraser #avm oc poison

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angelic-ish-phantom · 2 years

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Drown

Danny knows what his parents are. He’s seen things people don’t tend to see. He’s grown up around the arcane and unrealistic.

Doubting it’s reality was never something he did. Not the way his sister always tried to.

But then, Jazz had spent her early years in house, going to school and having friends, ignorant as the people they passed by. All Danny remembered was traveling.

Danny’s earliest memories were of the RV, of his parents doing government work.

That’s why Danny knew without a doubt, monsters were real. Every kind was strange and spectacular; Danny wouldn’t have minded the idea joining his parents professionally if what they did didn’t always end up so violent.

He thought of a writhing black thing, a cat with too many tongues and too many teeth, caught in a glowing green net.

He thought of seals strung up like butchers meat, skin pulling in places like a slow-falling coat.

He thought of a hydra’s fallen heads twitching, a harpoon thrust through their body.

Danny’s parents were hunters, and they hunted monsters.

This wasn’t something Danny was too-strongly opinionated about.

Sure, he didn’t like the way people would look at his parents like they were insane sometimes, and he always tried to avoid staying near the RV when things got messy. But, he got to see a lot of places. And he didn’t really feel like he was missing out on much, being homeschooled.

Really Danny’s life is good. Everything is fine.

Or at least, it was.

It was, before his parents took a boat out on sea, the shore still relatively close.

It was, before his parent caught some massive scaled thing that looked a little to human for him to be comfortable with, and he couldn’t go far as it’s screeches grew quiet, because they were on a boat.

It was, until Danny gone to the railing and focused on the waves, knowing from experience he wouldn’t throw up if rode out his nausea.

And then all of a sudden it wasn’t, because the boat was rocking, and Danny had tipped over the edge, and something much bigger than whatever his parents had caught was dragging him down, down, down.

If he didn’t panic, he might have lasted longer, but he thrashed and struggled and tried to swim up.

It was no use.

And the water filled his lungs. And the pressure filled his ears. And his throat burned as he tried to scream between each intake of water.

His eyes stung, both from the water and unshed tears, as his vision darkened.

He got one good look at the one that had pulled him down to this fate. A woman, he thought, with a salmon hide and green skin, and matted white hair.

“A child for a child.” She might have said, voice like venom.

Then everything went dark.

oOo

Danny dreamt.

He Dreamt of magic and moonlight making him new.

He dreamt of waking up, his eyes too round, taking in a world of darkness like it was made from light.

He dreamt of feeling every wave and fish around him through the twitch of whiskers.

And in that dream, he swims with flippers and tail, contorting through waters until he remembers the blinding shore. All blurry shapes and sand and sharp smells as he drags himself up.

And then he wakes up.

oOo

Danny will wake up and draw a too-far line of what were and weren’t dreams.

He will wake up and see himself shivering on the sands of a shore, his parents boat not too far in the distance, and he will think washed up on the beach after falling off the boat.

He will let himself think it was only an accident and will try to keep tears from his eyes as he thinks of drowning.

He will hug his coat comfort, only to realize he hadn’t been wearing one.

He throw the garment away from himself reflexively for its too-close resemblance to the seal skins his parents seemed so eager to destroy.

He will struggle to his feet, and try to stop turning back to see if the coat is still there, unharmed and safe.

He will receive help calling his parents back to shore, will face comfort and relief that soothes him.

He will think of how much more soothing the coat would be.

He will be wrapped up in the RV and be safe and tended to, inexplicably not sick, but he will still feel like there are a thousand grains of sand pricking his skin.

He will listen Jazz argue with their parents, unable to mediate or reassure, because all he can think of will be soft furs on a beach and a dream that felt too real.

He will wait until the dead of night, the day before they’re set to leave, and he will return to the beach.

He will dig for hours until he finds his coat.

He will feel hands running down his own skin as he gently dusts its furs clean.

He will see the spotted pattern ripple underneath his fingertips.

He will wear it and look to the sea and consider.

He will decide.

He will wrench himself away, and hide the coat so deep in his mess of clothes it’s suffocating, and try to never think of what happened to every seal his parents caught, to every cloak his parents found.

He will try not to remember dying.

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definitelynotnia · 6 months

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so you're telling me that I have to now tolerate sigmafied edits of Ranbir Kapoor in Animal being a chauvinist abuser to his onscreen wife and killing hundreds of people for his "love" for his emotionally absent shitty father?? as if watching sigma edits of Kabir Singh and American Psycho was not enough?

#does the director not realise that this is the Tate era for young boys trying to figure out masculinity?#and that glorifying these characters is literally the worst thing he could do in this time #I'm pretty sure he realises because there's no way you make a movie justifying literally the worst traits a human being could literally #possess by saying “he doesn't think he acts on impulse that's why the movie is called animal” so he's mentally ill then? he's a psychopath #and needs help? is what you're saying #ki he doesn't have cognitive thinking ability so that must mean he needs therapy first and foremost?#but no #Vangaa went and depicted this trainwreck of a character as a “traditional man” and an “alpha male”#and the justification for this is “this movie is about violence”#bro...making a movie about violence does not mean making a movie glorifying violence it means showing how fucked up violence is and that it #has consequences #ab kuch bolo toh ppl will say “tum feminist log ko har cheez se problem hai it's just an action movie bro”#like ??????? so?????#action movie bana raha hu bolke literally kuch bhi glorify karoge random kuch bhi rage bait mysoginist dialogues doge and then #put dialogues insinuating that this is what a “real man” behaves like #bhai thik hai banao violent movie banao action movie even make an antihero film sab thik hai but when you start treating the character of #the antihero like a hero that's where the problem starts #american psycho and joker and all these films me at least there was some acknowledgement ki the characters are WRONG and MESSED UP phir bhi #random 14 year olds and mentally stunted tatefans make sigma edits of these characters #aur idhar toh no acknowledgement only as if he's encouraging young boys to see this character and make it a role model #as if ye 'misogyny violence abuse as a form of love and anger as the only emotion valid for a man to show' these are the ideals boys should #follow #it's so stupid honestly and im literally dreading seeing insta pe edits of these movie with some heroic background music as if kitna hi swag #wala kaam kar diya isne by being an absurd psychopathic freak #im so sick of this director bhai isko kabir singh bana ke akal nahi aayi ki ab phirse ye karna laga?

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lynlee494 · 8 months

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The glaring mistake in Bucky Barnes’s plan so far, named Tony Stark, had for sure already alerted Clint and Natasha...

...and sure enough Clint does get a panicked call from Tony, who has to repeat himself twice and send the security footage before the archer can believe that Bucky Barnes had just killed two members of the Avengers. Clint swears he sees something there, and Clint Barton makes the choice to stay and try to persuade his friend to come with him to get help.

Clint thinks he knows where at least some of this mess may have started...

Stroking Bucky’s back in repetitive circles after clearing his airway, Clint had done for Bucky what Coulson used to do for him. Told Bucky where he was over and over as he heard the team over the comm – with all of them having sounded absolutely wrecked. Iron Man was out after Hulk, and the rest sounded physically unharmed.

So Clint had just sat there and wiped the sweat soaked hair out of Bucky’s face, and when Barton found himself at a loss for words he just began again from the beginning:

"I’m your friend. You are an Avenger, you are one of us. We had cold pizza for breakfast. You loved it."

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evilwriter37 · 1 year

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Winter Whumperland 2022 Day 2

@amonthofwhump

Prompts: Missed Holiday

Rated: explicit

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, animal death, forced to kill, blood

Pairings: none

Word Count: 1,408

Summary: Captive aboard a ship with Dragon Hunters for Snoggletog, Hiccup must partake in their brutal version of the sacred holiday.

#amow winter whumperland 2022 #missed holiday #graphic depictions of violence #animal death #forced to kill #blood #whump #hiccup!whump #angst #Snoggletog #httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte #race to the edge #httyd rtte #fanfiction #writing

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hpmort · 1 year

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In Defense of The Glass Princess

I didn’t properly appreciate the extent of “a million is a statistic” before today

When I was a little kid I watched a lot of nature documentaries

Because it was the new noughts and on-demand sucked

(I didn’t think so at the time

TiVo was a separate service that had just been invented

The ability to watch something that wasn’t live

That the cable box didn’t have to have watched live

That you didn’t have to go out and buy

On a disc or in a box

Was new and exciting)

A series of rectangles within rectangles

Boxes folding in

Silvery blue and blueish grey

In the upper right hand corner

A video on-loop played

A category

A subcategory

A channel

A show

An episode

I was a child with a clear sense of

RIGHT

and

WRONG

Which, of course

Was not necessarily the most reasonably

The boxes I limited myself to were

Kids

(Where I mostly play favorites

Not for moral reasons

Just brand loyalty)

Premium Channels

(Subcategory

Kids/Family)

and

Documentaries

(Or something like that

It was over a decade ago and I was probably younger than six)