i've been so used to the online space where if you like a series or fictional character that someone else hates they will openly berate you and cut you out of their life and tell you to Go Die so when i got into a thing that a friend really didn't like and their only reaction was "i do not like it" and left it at that with no over the top reaction or lecture on Why The Thing They Don't Like Is Bad, honestly i felt like i met god

The unspoken part of that too, being called "soft squishy marshmallow mom shaped uwu" and then going, hm, no thanks. That's weird and uncomfortable. Is that people get SO TAKEN ABACK. And almost immediately switch straight into anger, because the idea of a fat person turning down a "compliment" is absolutely unthinkable.

when i say that this was my 9/11 i fully mean it. i would pull out my computer and write it myself if it weren’t so personal to dan. i will go into debt to make this happen. @danielhowell if there is anything i can personally to get dan is not okay out into the world i will do it i don’t care if i’m a freshman in college i would die for this.

tankies on here will act like they’re the most oppressed group on earth but the moment someone says that hey, maybe we shouldn’t worship stalin/lenin/mao etc. they literally start sending death threats to people istg

Me: So, I have these dizzy spells that take me when I am walking and I almost fall bc of them. I also have trouble standing for any period of time because of my poor balance, which is made worse by the above mentioned dizzy spells.

My doctor: have you considered sitting down when this happens?

Me: Gee, thank you Sherlock! I really never thought that sitting down could solve my problem with standing up. But did you hear the part where I told you I kind of like walking and the point is for me to still be able to go out of the house for more than 1 hour at a time?

rewatching iwtv and honestly i forgot how antagonistic daniel was towards louis and esp irt claudia...and STILL even when louis is clearly losing patience! like do you remember how louis ate a squealing baby fox whilst making direct eye contact with you daniel? and you're going to goad that man about his daughter's rape? and expect no repercussions? you're lucky louis didn't pop your fucking head!

You know... looking back on this show, it isn't audacious of Amity to call Luz a bully, since the show never actually presents Luz as a victim of bullying.

In fact, it's the opposite - Luz was antagonizing her schoolmates and disrupting the learning environment. It got so bad the counselor made Camilla send Luz to a correctional summer camp... And Yesterday's Lie makes it even weirder by saying "If Luz actually toned down her disruptive behavior at school, she could actually make friends. Luz is the problem here, not the system"

It's no wonder why Luz liked Amity and didn't think it was a big deal to crush on her and start dating her before Amity made amends with Willow and Gus LOL

KRIS SHARED THE DRESS UP GAME ON HIS IG‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

NO BECAUSE IM STILL REELING 😨😭 NOT THE DIRECT VIDEO OF MY TWEET HES DEF SEEN THE DRESSES IN THE GIF NOW AHHH 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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parents are so fucking stupid why is the reaction to your child hitting himself over schoolwork 'STOP THAT RIGHT NOW (angry edition)' and not 'oh boy maybe we should finally see a psychiatrist about all those issues thatve been piling up!'

My application got accepted for this highly selective two year academic program and I don't think it has still registered because what the fuck-

hello this is a rant/vent abt my final, you can ignore it

okay. my spanish teacher is amazing, she’s great at her job and is super good abt my accommodations-she’s fantastic. absolutely no hate to her whatsoever.

but. i have auditory processing issues. and they’re bad. bad to the point that on average if im not looking at you and face to face, i will not understand what you’re saying to me. bad to the point that my friends are so used to having to repeat things that sometimes they just say it twice without me having to ask. bad to the point that (and this is important) i cant listen to podcasts or anything like that (not music) without a transcript because i will hear it, yeah i can hear it, but fuck if i know what its saying.

so. please. for fucks sake. don’t give me a 6 minute long listening exercise that you can only listen to once followed by 15 questions.

that would be hard in english, but it was damn near impossible for me to do in spanish.

and i asked for a transcript, not from my teacher but from the guy who was monitoring my test (i take them in different classes) because i was not told in advance that i would be given this part of the test. and if i had known i would have asked a week ago.

and he said he didn’t want to call and ask bc it would be disruptive. yes i agree with that and im sorry but also, i need my accommodations. i dont just have them for fun. so we can find a non disruptive way to call the class, but i need to know if i can have that transcript, and guess what?

i can’t. bc it doesn’t exist.

so i’m like. hm, 80? 90% sure i failed that part.

*please note i take my spanish final in a different classroom bc i use papers and other things and it’s so the rest of the class doesn’t get weird abt it and ask why i get it and they don’t (happens a shockingly large amount of times)

This morning Mr. LB gave me a stern talking to because he asked me what I was writing and I revealed I'd started a new one shot. He has since encouraged me to reopen the MKCU doc 😂

I just want BDE to hold me; cradle me in his lap like a baby while he reads to me as I lay my head on his chest. Is that too much to ask for?

nonnie.. NONNIE.!! i wish you could hear the wistful sigh i let out reading this. i'm kicking my heels and twirling my hair about Big Daddy every chance i get 💌

just wanna curl up with him anywhere - in bed, on the couch, in the backseat of the car - wherever he is, wherever he's already comfortable, that's exactly where i wanna be.. 💓

[also i was just rambling i didn't mean for this to turn into any aCTUAL writing but.. uH 👉👈 yah sure whatever it's a blurb now ig]

wanna sneak up and slip into his lap while he's got that pretty nose of his buried in a book, disrupting his focus for only a second as he holds his book away to make room for you while you get comfy. his arms wrap securely around you once he's sure you're done moving, holding you tight, keeping your bodies flush as he reopens the paperback in his hand.

what follows is a kiss on the cheek and a murmur of sorry, didn't mean to bother you, just wanted to sit with you a little. go back to your book, and he hums a little absentmindedly in response as he keeps reading. you're pressed so close you can feel the rumble of it deep in his chest.

you busy yourself with nothing in particular, playing with the tuck in his shirt sleeve or the fringe on his jacket, occasionally running your fingers over some of your favorite parts of him: the plush swell of his belly or thighs, warm and strong underneath you; the soft slope of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, sometimes even reaching up to trace the ridge of his brow or the line of his nose. never for an extended period, just long enough for him to register and relish in the gentle touch. you wouldn't think he even noticed, too absorbed in his reading, except for how he squeezes your waist every time.

eventually, you sigh and wriggle in his arms, and he immediately drops them and clears his throat, faking that he's unaffected at the thought of you getting bored and leaving... but you're just sitting up a little higher in his lap to adjust your reach. you pout a little in discontent at the loss of his sturdy closeness so tight around you and pull his arms back where you want them. the barest hint of a smile on his face is given away only by the slight blush that colors his cheeks as he chides himself for bein' foolish, but it immediately widens to a cheshire grin as you begin running your fingers softly through his hair instead.

you don't know how much time passes like that, both of you content just to soak in the others' presence, before he speaks. wan' me to read out loud to ya, baby? his voice is quiet and sweet - not shy, per se, but like he's savoring the moment, like he worries you might get up anytime now and he wants to appreciate you here, snug and lovely in his arms, while he's still got it. you just nod in response, knowing he can feel it. he nods once, too, throat working as you watch his pillowy lips begin to form the words.

he thinks he's being surreptitious, but you're not so distracted that you don't notice how he flipped back to the very beginning of the book - a ploy to spend more time with you, but you don't mind one little bit. you hide your answering grin in his shoulder, sealed w a kiss pressed there, into the warmth of his body underneath the silky fabric of his shirt.

his voice is a little hoarse, at first, from slight disuse, but the longer he reads, the smoother it gets, the rich ebb and flow characteristic of his extensive vocal range becoming apparent. his cadence is lilting and musical in and of itself, so much so that you almost aren't listening to the words in favor of focusing on the sound.

the more he reads, the more comfortable you get, your fingers moving down to twirl in the fluffy curls at the nape of his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder. soon you find yourself sliding back down into his lap even further, to settle more firmly against the breadth of his chest. you can feel more so than hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. you've never felt so safe and loved as you do right here with him, and you know he knows it.

before long, lulled by that feeling, you find your blinks growing slower and your head growing heavier. you lost the plot of the book long ago, too distracted by his delicious closeness to keep track of the host of details, but now even the white noise of his voice is blurring in your ears as you drowse in his arms. not gonna fall asleep on me, are ya, little? he chuckles, his fond amusement audible. you grin a little but don't open your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder as you settle more firmly against him. that, mr. presley, is for me to know and you to find out. now keep reading!

anythin' you say, honey.

Dick Grayson 🤝 Roy Harper

Sidekicks successfully able to move beyond their mentor and more well-known for their own individual vigilante identity now.

Stephanie Brown 🤝 Bart Allen

Original heroes that carried a couple legacy names before going back to their own unique hero names.

Tim Drake 🤝 Conner Kent

Stuck in the same name retelling the same stories and unable to fully grow as a character because DC can't seem to give them their own unique identities that would allow them to move on past this narrow idea of their characters.

so upset i couldn't grab any screencaps of the final chapter there's so much that makes me wanna go insane. Kiryu visualising Oda and Tachibana's final moments when he's seconds away from crossing the line he drew and killing Shibusawa, the war path he's raged to make it up to Tachibana for not being able to protect him.... everything in him compounds into a rage he can't contain on his own. meanwhile Majima holds himself back from killing time and time again. he controls himself from killing Lao Gui or Dojima, from fighting against Sagawa, from getting revenge for everything that happened to him in the Hole and everything he had to put up with afterwards. presenting himself as a Mad Dog while having incredible self control, meanwhile the Dragon of Dojima exists in relative peace until angered.... im going to rip my hair out y0 really said lets give them the mirror images treatment. those motherfuckers

The thing about a lot of the purity culture stuff is how it's also propped up by the anti-intelectualism. Which is how you get people earnestly Charlie-day-cork-board style arguing why anything they don't like has incest subtext, while insulting anyone who actually cares about analyzing real incest subtext.

It's also hard to do any serious analysis of the state of queer works, when the well has been so thoroughly poisoned between prople policing who gets to write/enjoy it, vs writers who see regular engagement with the premise of their writing as a threat.