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ilovebeingaturtle · 10 months
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Why do the gender roles for characters have to be changed? Can’t you just be satisfied that they’re (The Turtles and Shredder) are males? Why change what the creators worked so hard to make? Wouldn’t you be angry if someone called your Turtles lizards or something?
Okay so I’ve been getting these transphobic bait asks for a few months now and normally I just block and move on but this. This is killing me. “Wouldn’t you be angry if someone called your turtles lizards”. Incredible. Listen if Raphael TMNT walked up to me one day and told me he identifies as a lizard now I’d be like fuck yeah. Because lizards are fucking awesome. I think the only one mad about any of this is you buddy
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withdenim · 3 months
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Local man desperately trying to stop the cycle before it gets to his kids (it’s already there)
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gothabillybisexual · 1 year
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i feel like people in my life genuinely avoid using pronouns for me lmaoooo
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moonilit · 10 months
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Do you think how Dion attempting to just end the whole world might have made Ultima panic for a sec?
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amethysttribble · 2 months
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Father had personally asked Feanor to stand for this portrait, so he was. Father had quietly suggested that perhaps this could be a painless exercise, which did not actually mean ‘painless’ but rather ‘silent’ for Feanor, but he agreed. Father told him this painting did not symbolize anything but his own desire to have a record of all his available loved ones around him, and Feanor was trying to see it that way- for the sake of his own sanity.
Because his stomach was roiling, and there was a heaviness in his chest, a great emptiness which his heart was pounding against, echoing, echoing, echoing.
Father had one hand on Feanor’s shoulder and the other was upon Indis’s. She was sat in front of them, smiling beautifully, little golden-haired Arafinwe in her lap. Around them, her three dark-haired children were gathered. Findis on Father’s other side, Nolofinwe with her, and Lalwen in front of Feanor.
To the unaware eye, Feanor knew, they must all look like they matched. Like they went together correctly. Like a family.
When the portrait was complete and those dark haired children were gathered around the mother and father, who would guess that one child was out of place? Who might glance at all that paint representing their faces and think anything but-
You could almost be her son, Feanor thought, and then his mind replied, But you’re not.
He was so still and he dared not move, because if he did, he’d never get back in place. If Feanor flinched once, the sharp, jagged pieces of him that never fit right in this puzzle would scratch one of them. They’d be annoyed and that would be it: he’d combust in anger, he’d shatter across the floor, snapping and snarling at everyone unnecessarily until he ruined their perfect little scene. Father said this might be a painless exercise. No, no; this was to be a silent, still exercise.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
How good a painter was this person Father hired? How varied his faces? Would he capture that Feanor’s nose resembled that of none of the people here? Could he represent that his frame was already different from his father and little half-brother’s?
Would he lie and throw a pleased smile on Feanor’s face? Not even Father had asked him to smile.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
Feanor’s presence made them fit together so symmetrically, maybe that was pleasing enough to hide the wrongness of this scene. Maybe that’s why Father made him come here today, the pretty scene. Why he asked him to suffer, even as the longer he stood here, the more and more Feanor felt like he was about to be sick all over the floor.
A ghost, a ghost, there was a ghost looming over their shoulders ruining this perfectly symmetrical scene. Couldn’t they feel her breathing down their necks, icy chill against sweat? Didn’t their perfectly posed heads feel her long, clever fingers wrapped lovingly around their necks?
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
Feanor’s gaze slipped down to the back of Indis’s head. Her beautiful golden hair. She didn’t wear a crown, this was a family portrait, and that felt worse. So much worse.
If he let his eyes unfocus and his mind wander, he could try to lie to himself that her hair was much lighter and the faces of the children around them more closely resembled his own. The woman in front of him loved him, and she fussed over his hair before they sat for this portrait, and he’d let her do it.
The worst part was Feanor did know that Indis would help him with the ties of his robes, if only he let her.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
She’s not, she’s not, she’s not. It was a simple statement of fact. It was scandal enough that the father replaced the wife, when one at least chose a wife, but what freak replaced his own mother?
What would the people who saw this portrait think? Would they see Finwe’s happy family or would they see Feanor’s blaring, uncomfortable intrusion upon what gods and men declared to be a better order of things? Father wanted him to belong here, but he didn’t.
He just didn’t.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
A painless exercise. Painless, painless, painless, for them. Silent, still Feanor, a happy accessory to the triumphant union of Finwe and Indis, a grateful stray dog permitted to drink from the bowls provided by Indis’s family.
This exercise was just meant to capture the image of all Finwe loved, nothing more. Don’t think too hard about it, Feanor. You might make the children unhappy.
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
You should pretend you are, though. That’ll make them like you.
Because they did so disdain him, most of the time. They disliked how he glared at their mother and started fights at family dinners and ignored them in the hallways. Why shouldn’t they? Feanor would hate a person who did those things to his family, too.
He just couldn’t stop, though. He wanted to, sometimes, when the exhaustion and loneliness caught up, and then he remembered that he wasn’t Indis’s son and never would be, and remembering that made him angry. Wouldn’t it just be so damn convenient for them all if he was almost her son?
But he wasn’t.
He was Miriel’s son. That was her name. He had no portrait with her. He loved her.
He loved Miriel, but it was Indis he posed with and-
When the session was done, Feanor jerked away from his father and shoved his way past Lalwen. As he went, Indis looked up at him, caught his eye, and he couldn’t help the sneer that crossed his face.
He hoped that was painless enough for her.
When he returned to his chamber, he went to the wash room and heaved in the pot there. The gagging and retching made wetness prick his eyes, and the sudden tightness of throat made him choke all the harder. The sickness and heaving stayed long past when there was anything in his stomach to lose.
No one came. Feanor hoped maybe Father would, but really, why would he? Feanor had been mostly good, just a little rudeness wasn’t worth either reprimand or comfort.
No, they were together. Maybe admiring their portrait, happy and pleased, or complaining about his behavior again. Really, why couldnt that Curufinwe just accept nice things?
I need to get out of here, Feanor thought, face and body wet with both sweat and tears. I need to leave this place.
He was a good son, and he could do anything else his father wanted but betray his mother any more.
Feanor couldn’t pose as Indis’s son even a second longer. He would destroy himself, if he had to think one more time-
You could almost be her son. But you’re not.
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yes-i-exist-shutup · 7 months
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Neil: *sits with Andrew instead of Kevin to talk exy*
Kevin: Your going to regret this. Your going to regret this when I die. Your going to regret this when YOU die. Why must you be like this.
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criticalbeauregard · 1 month
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thank you laura bailey i owe your absolute inability to have a failed dnd relationship my life
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choctalksalot · 5 months
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a dirk jake? how will dirk get ajake . now
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canon-gabriel-quotes · 2 months
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you made it onto a gianni stream did you know this.
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shima-draws · 3 months
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Thinking about the reactions Ace and Sabo would have to finding out Luffy’s in love with Sanji;; Honestly Ace being the overprotective one is probably more in character but it would be so fucking funny if Ace just catches Luffy staring at Sanji for a little too long and decides he’s going to be his little brother’s ultimate wingman. He’s COMMITTED and he’s going to sneakily create SO many romantic moments for Luffy to take advantage of. But Sabo,, Sabo turns out to be the overprotective one LMAO he sees Sanji smile softly at Luffy one (1) time and he’s like oh HELL no, not MY little brother. Ace tries to set them up, Sabo tries to…SABOtage them ;)))))
Even more hilarious is if this is happening at the same time. Luffy is oblivious but Sanji’s inwardly questioning what the hell is going on bc every time he THINKS there’s a romantic situation blossoming between them, absolute disaster strikes right after. Meanwhile in the background Ace and Sabo are arguing (“Stop fucking everything up you’re ruining all my plans!!” “Luffy’s far too young to have a boyfriend, are you kidding me right now?” “He’s NINETEEN Sabo get over it!!” “Not until that cook wins my approval and right now it’s not looking good for him” “ARE YOU ACTUALLY SERIOUS. Sabs do you HEAR yourself rn”)
They are silly and I love them
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whosectype · 4 months
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I’m scared to click play
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seaglassdinosaur · 5 days
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What’s so interesting to me about Odysseus’s transition in Monster is that he hasn’t changed all that much. He was always capable of violence and we know that because of everything he’s done in the war and in his journey. The only change that occurs is he’s chosen to no longer feel guilty, and to stop hesitating when it comes to violence.
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kihteyu · 7 months
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If you write fanfiction please just say “kill” and “die.” Everytime I read the word “unalive” it does irreparable damage to my brain
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rosestarlightkatarina · 5 months
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Spoilers for Resident lover Angie’s route
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rosegardenpink · 2 years
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“love, simon sucks!” “heartstopper is immature!” “first kill is so bad!” shut up shut up shut up shut up stop shitting on shows because it doesn’t live up to your impossible standards for “good queer media”. not every goddamn show starring lgbt people needs to be the next moonlight or brokeback mountain. y’all need to take a chill pill and stop being so fucking negative all the time. not every piece of queer media is going to check off every single checkbox on your thousand item list of what makes “good representation” and that’s okay. let people enjoy something for once jfc.
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strawberrytalia · 7 months
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did my daily little scroll through the duke thomas tag and while i did see a lot of bullshit like always, i also found a couple of gems (aka posts that actually talk about duke himself)
but one thing that’s annoying is when people know the bare minimum about duke, and then in order to combat the “you write him as being boring” accusation, they go full send and write duke as being very chaotic, silly, absurd, etc.
don’t get me wrong, duke is definitely a snarky, witty, funny character. at appropriate times ofc.
but his story and character aren’t completely sunshiney in comparison to everyone. his parents are completely mentally gone. he was forced to move around from foster home to foster home. every time he’s awakened his meta human powers, it was through force and a loss of autonomy. literally in BATO 2019, duke is depressed and has ptsd from the karma incident and it affects him so much, and then he goes through another traumatizing experience of getting his shadow powers awakened by force, without his consent or knowledge.
what i’m trying to say is plsss just look at duke as a person and character. he’s not an innocent doormat, and likewise, he’s not just the funny silly guy messing around all the time. just like every other bat, he’s been through so much shit and he very much struggles with the mental burden of his job just like they do. if you understand addressing jason’s death or damian’s childhood, then think of duke as someone who deserves the same attention.
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