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#this is the dystopia goddamn
donttellmyroommate · 9 months
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I just fucking realized that when I was in FIRST GRADE I had already internalized that the girls that were horrible to me got to be the bullies because they were prettier. Specifically skinnier. Which is fucking dystopian because we were CHILDREN. FUCK!
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potato-on-your-head · 5 months
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hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes was SO DELIGHTFULLY FUCKED UP FROM START TO FINISH. absolutely loved it. it was the exactly appropriate amount of horrifying. this is a movie about the villains and how truly fucked up their minds and motivations are and how that directly led to the Panem and hunger games we see by Katniss’s time. the few good people are quashed by the evil ones NOT BECAUSE OF INDIVIDUAL VILLAINY but because the SYSTEM is so horribly corrupt and oppressive and individually they can’t change those systems and it’ll take until the massive collective efforts in the second rebellion for that to happen. Snow is humanized without ever being redeemed; it shows he was not born evil but went from this traumatized little kid to a conniving calculating bastard man willing to cast off said humanity for the sake of his ambitions of power and control. CONTROL - the books hit this home, but a sense of control is what makes him feel powerful, as someone who grew up under the shadow of war watching people starve in the Capitol streets and he himself going hungry for most of his life. and then the movie takes all that into account and shows what he becomes and says “cool motive still murder.” it was so well done I’m losing my mind
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beelzeballing · 10 months
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lilly-white · 1 year
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me watching The Last of Us first episodes: damn I knew the director of Chernobyl would bring some great things to a dystopia setting, so much creativity & great horror elements! I wonder where this show is going to take us now
me after episode 3:
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lyriumrain · 8 months
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facebook is so goddamn depressing. this is just depressing!! I suppose it might count as dark humour?? like "ohoho my childhood dreams of traveling and earning enough money to do fun things have gone up in smoke, but at least baby yoda sympathises!! ahaha!!"
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visualsine · 2 years
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SLIDES SLIPS AND TUMBLES IN HERE, HI I HEARD WE WERE TALKING ABOUT TRIGUN i think a lot about how vash absolutely demolished the trope of pacifist or righteous characters having to use methods opposite their moral codes to defeat their ultimate nemesis. like yeah that trope is catharic as all fuck, especially when the mc's been hurt over and over again by adhering to their beliefs, but trigun felt victorious rather than vengeful. even after he finally had blood directly on his hands, he said you know what. i am going to literally *take care* of my brother. my brother who i love and resent and am terrified of, my brother who i am incomplete without. i will not kill him because i do not want to, even if he has hurt me and so many others, time and again and with the intent to do so. i will not kill him because it is not my right.
LITERALLY the strong belief in this that no one has the right to decide who deserves to live is soo fucking good too. and vash isnt helpless bc of his compassion for others either and thats what makes it so strong too.. you dont have to kill ppl to be strong .
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chaossmagic · 2 years
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Shit.
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chipped-chimera · 3 months
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So I have to go get a brain MRI lol.
Don't worry it's not serious, this is prep for rTMS (wikipedia linked) - part of me has been kind of waiting for a brain MRI like? Oh that bastard up there? Hate him. LEMMIE LOOK AT IT. LET ME SEE THE BASTARD.
Anyway in today's dose of late stage capitalism/tech dystopia, I asked about the side effects (vaguely remember there's a seizure risk but it's a during treatment thing, so if they stop it stops) and the receptionist giving me the breakdown said it was low and generally very user friendly -
So much so in fact, that the US (I think she said it was the US army, not ours) army does it on their snipers to improve concentration! ... and there's also a clinic in Japan where you can go get it done before work ... to improve ... concentration.
Yeah you bet I stopped her right there with a: Oh wow ... you can really see what kind of world we live in with that one, huh. 💀
Uh anyway wish me luck that I fall in ... whatever success percentage they use currently (I swear to god it used to be 80% but now it's looking like 50-65% :/) and that the government foots a huge chunk of it because I was classed with treatment resistant depression about four medications ago (I'm on my 6th I think) and that the pay gap is within my family's budget because lmao I can't pay that ever
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praetorqueenreyna · 4 months
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ZOEY/WILL HAPPENING????? IN CANON????? BEFORE MY VERY EYES??????
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sacred-dust · 10 months
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can we just stop writing dystopian shit?? like no more depressing shit please. i cannot stress how much i don’t want to read shit that just makes me feel hopeless.
stuff can have upsetting moments and content in it, but i’m so tired of shit where the entire focus is just to hurt you or upset you.
we already live in a dystopian society. don’t make me read about one too.
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koishikei · 2 years
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!?!
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astroboots · 6 months
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omg tbh grumpy bored Miguel just having to sit, wait, hand over his credit card and then carry bags from lingerie store to lingerie store is so important to me and my daydreaming lmaoo. Punishment fits the crime imo!!
I also love the idea of him going solo and buying lingerie he likes and leaving her little presents because A) if she likes the pieces then perfect!! or B) if it’s not her taste then it’s perfectly okay for him to rip them of her and she doesn’t even get mad 😏😏
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader
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When you had asked him to come with you to go shopping for lingerie, he had been thrilled.
Why wouldn't he be.
It had sounded like a great way to spend a few hours of on a lazy weekend together.
In his mind, it'd be you half naked, parading in scanty underwear for his eyes only.
A private fashion show, except sexy, instead of boring, where you'd be wearing a lacy piece that would barely cover your ass cheeks for him. A sheer peer of white panties that would leave nothing to the imagination. A frilly pair that was begging for him to rip them off right then and there, in the changing room.
He hadn't know then that it would be like this.
That apparently, in lingerie stores, men aren't allowed in the changing rooms. That he'd be banished in the lounging area, sat in a pink velvet armchair so tiny, it must be made for dolls that he can barely squeeze his ass into.
He's sitting here, exiled to this depressingly sad space of other bored husbands and boyfriends, who are half dozing off or staring at their phones like dreary zombies. Meanwhile he's hunched in on himself like a shocking elephant trying to fit in a goddamned teacup.
Not for the first time since he arrived in this world, the thought strikes Miguel that your world is a dystopia.
Because what other way is there to describe a world where one is supposed to sit sit mere feet away from their partner, while they get undressed and he's not allowed to look. Not allowed to touch. Not allowed to...
Shock.
This is torture. Why is he left out here like some abandoned dog out in the streets, forced to imagine what you look like in that tiny dressing room.
Forced to imagine you naked, with nothing on but a bra as you look at yourself in the mirror, and nothing he can do about it. Except sit here, as his dick stirs between his legs at the thought of it. Nothing to do but be tortured at the thought of you and your hands cupping your breasts as you try to decide if it's a good fit.
At the way you'd spin in front of your own reflection, and the way those sheer lacy panties he picked for you to try, that splits in the middle, would part as you move.
His fangs itch in his mouth at the thought of it. Fingers gripping into the arms of the armchair, as he resists every instinct to rush to his feet and break into your dressing room. Press you up against the wall until you're flat against it. Every inch of him pressed along yours, your legs wrapped around his waist, spreading you wide open as he --
"Miggy."
He breaks out of his reverie. Blinking up to see your face gaze down at him.
"I'm done," you tell him, showcasing the big shopping bag like a treasure.
Reaching over, he takes it from you. "What did you get in the end?"
"All of them. You've ripped so many I don't have anything nice to wear anymore except my old granny panties, so I figured I needed a whole new collection," you say a little pointedly as you serve him a side eye and steer him out of the shop.
He shakes the bag to peer inside, and the familiar white cotton and cherry patterns of the panties you wore this morning peeks out from the other wrapped items.
"Are those the panties you wore here?"
"Mhmm," you hum absentmindedly as you continue to steer the two of you towards the exit of the mall.
It's probably not easy for you to do, cause Miguel is larger than you, and the place is crowded, but he's too distracted to be more helpful to you in this moment.
Images of you flit through his mind. Of the cute sheer panties you'd picked up earlier hugging your hips even as you're walking next to him in this moment.
"Which one are you wearing now?" He has to swallow down the saliva flooding his tongue so he can ask the question.
Training his eyes on the bag, he tries to sneak another peek, even though every other piece has been carefully wrapped in pink tissue paper. "Is it the pink one? or the red ones?"
You cock your head slightly to the side and observe him with an amused smile lingering on your lips.
"Nope," you tell him, still with that casual smile.
"The sheer lacy one then?"
"No, not that one either."
"The baby blue?"
You shake your head and he frowns. This game of 20 questions is getting a bit too drawn out for his liking. And he doesn't quite get why you won't just give him the answer. Still there's only two more guesses left.
"The black satin?"
"No."
"So the--"
"I'm not wearing that one either," you finish before he even can point out the final option.
His eyebrow quirks in question. "What do you mean?
The gears in his heads are turning but not fully comprehending what you mean by that. He saw the ones you wore this morning in the shopping bag, and if you didn't wear any of the ones you bought then--
"I'm not wearing anything."
... Shock.
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Dedication & Credits: To my most beloved @thirstworldproblemss for always having the patience to listen to my unhinged thoughts. She had the most delicious thots about what happens minutes after this.
How Miguel would be too impatient to wait until you made it back home. How Miguel would have you pinned against the wall in a semi-secluded area, all: “don’t worry about it, nena. I’ll know if anyone’s coming, and we’ll be long gone before they get here.” But then being so distracted by you and the feeling of you wrapped around his cock that you nearly get caught anyway, and it’s only because you notice in the last second before discovery and tap him in alarm that makes him manage to haul you out of sight before you got caught.
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yellowjavkets · 2 years
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i read a post a while back that was like written by a fanfiction writer about how modern aus are boring and it was phrased in an incredibly weird bad way that i don't quite remember because i was on a lot of drugs at the time (prescribed. wisdom tooth surgery) but basically the jist was that modern aus can't work because the plot is what makes the characters interesting, and i was like ok i dont have enough context to agree or disagree with that and I'm less of a fanfiction reader as i am a fanfiction summary skimmer and subsequent judger, but i was also like eh i think it depends on whether the characters are interesting enough to withstand a genre change, and then I looked up and noticed that this person had an overwatch url and i was like "ah"
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i spend so much energy trying to make/find fun creative things to add to my scripts and i’m not gonna gatekeep, so here’s some of the funniest/weirdest/lowkey best things i’ve added to any of my scripts (that I haven’t talked much about before):
-I can always find things I need.
-Santa is real
-People just??? trust me??? I could genuinely tell someone that world war two was between the australians and canadians and they’d just be like yeah that checks out
-I don’t have allergies bc i hate sneezing
-Every pair of shoes I own are comfy as hell
-My hair can’t get knotted/tangled
-no periods because f that for real
-I always win/I’m naturally good at card and board games.
-Babies/Animals like me and will stop crying/whining/etc. when i’m around.
-cigarettes taste good and aren’t bad for you. i wanna be lana del rey coded so bad i guess
-i will literally never be in a situation where i have to kill someone. (useful for more dangerous drs!!!)
-random beef with the funniest character imaginable. hp dr? me and susan bones are arch enemies. fame dr? me and pete davidson indirect tweet each other all the time complaining. avengers dr? me and the ancient one are fist fighting in the mirror dimension idc
-indestructible things. i am clumsy and stupid i need this in every dr.
-pages don’t rip out of notebooks on accident (this has been the bane of my existence since 9 years old)
-I always have a hair tie when i need one. because you think you won’t need one, and then the second you don’t have it, you need it.
-people don’t smell. lifesaver.
-*random character* knows i shifted but can’t do a goddamn thing about it/doesn’t care and just goes with it. my favorite examples are Shane Dawson (fame dr) and Professor Trelawny (HP dr)
-i can’t get hurt in stupid ways (stubbing toe, tripping, etc.)
-if someone tries to shoot me the gun will literally fly out of their hand lmao (again, useful for dangerous drs)
-i know everyone’s phone passwords
-infinite toilet paper (for dystopia/woods/etc. drs, but could just be useful every day tbh.)
-i’ve always got some kind of out of pocket one liner for when the situation is too awkward
-tattoos don’t hurt (i am a pussy)
-adding random side characters/completely new mfers to my scripts because if i’m constantly around these fine ass bitches i know everything about i might actually have a heart attack
-when someone’s mean to me they get some form of karma in the next 24 hours directly related to how mean they were. call me stupid? enjoy tripping up the stairs. push me over? i hope you enjoy biting into a sandwich only to find the bread is moldy.
there’s probably more but this is just a short list of the first ones i could think of
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ghostlythunderbird · 1 year
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Hey Guys! I wanted to give you guys a sneak peek at what I'm currently working on.
This will be a Poly Relationship with a Female reader, which will include our top soldiers Ghost, Konig, and Keegan. It is also 18+ (This means Minors and Ageless blogs DNI) as there will be sexual themes later on but here's a snippet of what I have so far! This will be a Modern Omegaverse Dystopia, and I will be more than happy to answer any questions on this upcoming AU.
"God, if I knew how much of a handful you were, I never would have fucking agreed to this." The hurtful words spewed out of Keegan's mouth before Ghost or Konig could stop him. Those words made you bristle, your teeth clenching before slowly turning back to face the 3 significant alphas sitting in the living room. "Oh, you think you're angry because you agreed to mate with someone you don't know? How do you think I feel, being forced into a contract with not just one but THREE alphas I've never met!" Tears began to collect in your eyes as you tried to keep your gaze on Keegan.
 "At least you had a choice! How did it go for me? I was forced out of the only home I ever knew, only to be paired with three alphas, who, mind you appear to have NO experience being around an Omega whatsoever! Only to be locked on their knots and treated like a goddamn broodmare for the rest of my life." 
Tears began to run down your cheeks as your throat tightened, beginning to choke your words. "I wanted to live a normal life just like everyone else on this godforsaken planet, but no, I was told to sit down, shut up and be a 'Good lil' Omega'" Those words alone made your skin crawl; and it seemed your alphas shared the same sentiment. Konig's gaze dropped to the floor before shifting his body away from you, his scent becoming sour. The tension in the room continued to increase as your rant began its downhill slide.
"The only person here that's made me somewhat comfortable in this fucking house is Konig; you and Ghost have given me NOTHING. You've done nothing but criticize everything I've done since I got here, and you dare to say that YOU'RE angry over this arrangement?" A growl brewed in your throat. If your dam heard you right now, she'd die on the spot, saying it was Un-Omegalike. None of the alphas could meet your tearful stare; not even the battle-hardened Ghost could look at you. It only solidified that these alphas, ones you were supposed to bond with, didn't fully understand how you felt during this rough change.
You couldn't stand to be around them anymore; the need to return to your room, to your nest, was steadily becoming overwhelming. Swiftly turning on your heel, you began to leave the living room. The alpha's head snapped back to your frame as you walked away. The skull-faced alpha took a step past Keegan. "Love wai-." As you spun around to face him, your speed was near enough to snap anyone's neck. "Don't. You. Dare. Say that. After everything, you don't get to call me that; I can't fucking be in here with any of you right now. Just leave me alone" The snarl left your lips was deadly. Clearly stating, 'Leave me alone.'
The air was stagnant once you turned around and left. The Alphas soon looked at one another. No words were shared between them, but they were all in the same thought process.
They really fucked up.
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c0ffeeb1ack · 2 years
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i gotta say reggie has like NO imagination. dude got to remake the goddamn universe in whatever way he wanted and he chose to keep everything the same other than becoming a shithead billionaire/real estate mogul and slapping his name in neon on a bunch of skyscrapers. he didn't even create flying cars or make a cyberpunk dystopia or ANYTHING
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