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#People Grudgeful
guessimdumb · 1 month
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Sir Gibbs - People Grudgeful (1968)
Producer Joe Gibbs' answer song to Lee Perry's People Funny Boy. It's probably the Pioneers actually singing, though it has been long rumored to be the Ethiopians.
You can walk and talk But me no care at all
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Sometimes it’s fun to remember that Link is lowkey a cocky little shit whenever it comes to the Yiga Clan.
He shows a Yiga Blademaster the Purah Pad to do the examination. They mark the spots where the little frog statues are.
He can stroll in WITH the master sword.
Sheikah tech, ancient blade known to be wielded by Link, one hand not gloved, his blonde hair stickin out, a Zonai Battery Pack attached to his hip… I CANNOT with him.
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zhabe · 8 months
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Not to get controversial here but the fact that young queers capitalize on the AIDS crisis like it personally happened to them while also doing less than nothing to address a current pandemic is so shallow and disturbing, especially since newer research is showing that covid has some connection to autoimmune deficiency syndromes, and all the actionless verbiage about the importance of disability justice and the inherent plight to social justice queers see themselves as having becomes so clearly actionless.
It’s frankly foul to hype yourself up with some audacious belief that you would’ve crawled up on the steps of the US capitol screaming for the US government to acknowledge AIDS and HIV as legitimate, and to take proper precautions when this shit is HAPPENING and you are beyond silent. You expect me to believe you’d be some raging social justice activist when you can’t even put a piece of cloth on your face now? Get over yourself for real lmfao
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muqingapologist · 3 months
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rambling about fengqing
something about mu qing and feng xin seeing hua cheng and xie lian happy together and feeling as if they’re seeing their failure personified because they were never devoted enough in the end
something about mu qing’s lasting regret being not so much about the wrongs he’s done to xie lian (leaving him, not standing up for him, etc) so much as about the way he’s spent his whole life pushing everyone away
something about mu qing realizing that he has spent 800 years with so little to show for it beyond his achievements as a god…but personally, all was lost with the death of his mother…until xie lian ascends again, but well, though they can be friends now, xie lian has a life separate from him now
and then something about how feng xin begins to give mu qing the benefit of the doubt. at first for xie lian’s sake, he’ll try to be his friend. but this person actually isn’t so bad. in fact, isn’t this the person that can understand him best in this world.
feng xin showing mu qing kindness, allowing mq to realize that maybe he hasn’t ruined everything for himself. realizing that feng xin isn’t actually so much of an idiot. letting his defenses fall away bit by bit.
the realization that even after 800 years, people are capable of change. feng xin is capable of considering mu qing in a totally different light. mu qing is capable of forgiving himself and letting himself be vulnerable.
mu qing finding one day that he’s in love and it’s terrifying because feng xin hates him still, right? he’s just being nice for xie lian’s sake.
feng xin not having any qualms about loving mu qing. at first, he’s surprised himself, but he considers how happy he is these days with him.
feng xin and mu qing understanding each other better than anyone else and falling in love because of it!! growing independently and together at the same time!!
not instant love, not 800 years of pining, but slow, patient changes that lead to a deep trust and affection and understanding between the two that they both thought was impossible just a few years ago.
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fireheartwraith · 6 months
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Someone on twitter pointed out something very true: q!cellbit is still salty about tazercraft betraying him in fuga impossivel years ago. Of course he's going to hold a grudge against bad's spawnkilling. Being a salty bitch passiva tóxica is half his personality
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shortnotsweet · 1 year
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all bets are off [1/3]
Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 2], She’s All That (1999)
“Am I a bet? Am I a bet, am I a fucking bet?”
“Yes.” It comes out quietly, which makes it all the worse. Luke would have expected Aemond to sneer and look down his long nose at him like the Hightower side of the family had for most of their lives. Luke wishes he would. It would have made it easier. Aemond’s face reflects no relish, or even satisfaction. Instead, it is pale and unreadable. Fitting, perhaps; as it turns out, Luke had read him wrong this entire time.
“Would you have told me before it was over? Before you humiliated me in public?”
The silence speaks for itself.
“Alright,” he scoffs, “that’s it, then.” The bitterness in his voice has an unfamiliar edge, and it sounds mean even to Luke, but it’s right. That’s how he feels. “You played your little game, you had your fun. I get it. It’s over.”
“No.”
“No?”
“It’s not over.”
“It is if I say it is. I don’t want anything from you, and you—you can shut up about debts, or what I owe you. We don’t have to know each other after this.” It’s true; they don’t have any classes together. They run in the same circles but that’s nothing some convenient maneuvering and strategic avoidance can’t fix. Their sides of the family voluntarily meet up for a miserable dinner once every three months and holidays. Luke can make it work.
Aemond’s remaining eye widens and his mouth thins. His face is readable now, at least; he’s livid. In a second, he lunges forward and grabs ahold of Luke’s wrist, trying to drag him back towards himself, to reel him in like he had all those months ago. Luke digs his heels into the ground instinctively, bracing away from the pressure. Luke used to like how big Aemond’s hands were in comparison to his own—the encompassing warmth, the difference in size—but now his grip tightens and locks like a handcuff, squeezing Luke’s wrist to the point of crushing. It hurts. He’s hurting him. Aemond is older and bigger than Luke, he always has been, and now he presses in like a storm cloud blocking out a clear sky.
“Luke, it wasn’t—it started like that, alright? It was like that in the beginning, but not now. It’s different now, I’m not—just look at me!” There’s something frantic in his words, the way he hovers over Luke like his shadow alone will cage him in. This isn’t the first time Aemond has struck the flight instinct in him, or the urge to fight, but it resonates through Luke’s core nonetheless. There is too much of him near. “I would’t have told you because there’s nothing to tell, not anymore.” Luke cranes his neck to peer over Aemond’s shoulder, searching out the best escape route. “It’s not over. You don’t mean that. We just…this is a rough patch, that’s all. It doesn’t matter how it started, it matters what it is. It’s good now, isn’t it? I’m good for you, I can be whatever you need, I’ll keep you happy. You like me, right? I know you do. I know you like me. Just get in the car, and we’ll talk about this later. Not now. Not like this. Look at me, don’t—don’t be like this. Luke.”
“I’m going home.”
“No. It’s late. You’re going back with me.”
“Let go.”
“Not until you listen.”
“Get off of me,” he snarls, launching himself backwards and ripping out of Aemond’s grasp. “Don’t touch me.” Aemond rears back at this rejection.
“Who else is going to do it? Lonely little Luke, eating lunch alone. Stupid, useless, weak. Can’t play sports, can’t speak in Debate Club, Mommy pays his tuition. He almost wets his pants when someone pulls the fire alarm. Who else is going to touch you, other than me?” Aemond’s mouth curls into a grin; he’s done it before, all sly and cruel. It looks ugly. He never changed, did he? How did Luke never see it before? “You didn’t fuck, didn’t drink at house parties, didn’t go to the beach past bedtime—hell, you probably never rode in a car without buckling the seatbelt. You were so eager for it, and I took you so easily. No one else could do that. No one else can touch you now, not like I can.”
It would have been true five months ago. Poor, common-looking Luke, who blended in with the walls, kept his head down, and startled at car alarms. That Luke was surrounded by gems, by brothers and uncles and friends who excelled at something, who carved names out for themselves. The Luke from five months ago would have balked at this, would have shrunk into himself and cowed to the truth. That Luke thought no one watched him, but he would’ve known if he just looked up. The Luke from now knows what the truth is, for the first time, and it’s nothing that comes out of Aemond’s mouth. Luke knows himself better than he ever has, and knows Aemond like he never wanted to before.
“I don’t think that’ll be any trouble, Uncle. Don’t worry about me,” Luke snorts out without thinking. “If I need someone to give me a ride, it won’t have to be you.” It doesn’t. It won’t. “I can buckle my own seatbelt; better yet, someone else can buckle it for me.” The uncle in question stills.
“Say that again.” He blinks, a curious expression settling over his features. “Say that again.”
“I said, it doesn’t have to be you. Other people will touch me. You’re not the only one around here with a working dick and something to prove. You lost an eye, not an ear. I should’t have to repeat myse—” before he can even finish the sentence, Aemond grabs him again, fingers curling over his shoulders like talons. Luke’s breath stops in his throat. Aemond’s face is so close they could kiss. Instead of leaning into it like he might have a few hours ago, Luke cringes backwards. Never again. The wounded expression on Aemond’s face gives him some satisfaction, but then his mouth morphs into a snarl and Luke would bet anything—his mother’s money, his own life, or whatever Aemond must’ve taken when he made that bet in the first place—that both of his eyes are glowing right now. The prosthetic below the patch shines like a jewel in its socket anyway, but the working eyeball in his head works furiously, searching across Luke’s face for something.
“What did you say, you little shit?” Aemond seethes. “Is there someone else? You have someone else, you were thinking about someone else?” he hisses into Luke’s face and furiously shakes him like a child would a broken toy. “Who is it?” he demands, sounding desperate now. “When? Is it Stark? Aegon? Greyjoy, that waterlogged rat? Daeron? Did one of them touch you—did you let them? Did they kiss you? Tell me, you fucking bastard.” Luke tells him the truth.
“That’s not your business anymore.”
“Not my business? Not—hah, not my business?” He’s so angry he’s spitting. “Of course it’s my business. It always has been. You’ve always—always, there’s never been a time when—you little idiot. Don’t you get it? You’re mi—”
Luke slaps him.
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dustykneed · 3 months
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you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are gray
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(prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "gone with the wind".)
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ouch! neck deep in aos bones feels rn... lmk if i should make a fix-it or somethin
#yeah so yesterday i said id try not to get distracted.. Guess how well that went LMAO#SORRY BONES hes going thru it in this one but literally this is all aos canon. aos is so mean to him and for what#not a single drop of closure... tos bones would flip shit if he found out. Thats the real reason why bones prime never shows up in aos#YEAH BTW PLEASE LOOK AT THE STATIC FRAMES PROCREATE HAS A ASTRONOMIC GRUDGE AGAINST THE 3RD SLIDE FOR SOME REASON#it would NOT stop crunching that one single GODDAMN FRAME in the gif. like full on colour blowout. like WHAT DID IT EVER DO TO YOU#YEAH SO I HAD TO SCREENSHOT IT AND PUT THAT IN THE GIF. EXCEPT MY IPAD SCREENSHOTS THINGS WEIRD. so its CONSPICUOUSLY BRIGHT#the 3rd and 4th frames are meant to have the same background color. every time i watch the gif i am filled with unimaginable rage#WHAT DID THAT FRAME EVER DO TO MY IPAD. what unforgivable crimes did it ever commit to be disrespected like this#ok rant over tags now :))#star trek#star trek aos#star trek fanart#mcspirk bingo#mcspirk#mcspirk fanart#spones#mckirk#spirk#star trek alternate original series#aos#spones fanart#leonard mccoy#bones mccoy#spock#jim kirk#did not use a single ref so the fact that the uniforms are reasonably legible as aos is a win (not like i use refs for anything else lol)#spirk is holding hands in that last frame!! gay people moment#OH AND I DID THIS IN LIKE. AROUND 3 HOURS? ive been meaning to draw that first frame for ages now so YIPPEEEEE#i did have a different caption in mind tho. Guess ill redraw it in the future LMAO#dust medibang paints
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f0point5 · 20 days
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The way people are surprised that Jos and Sainz Sr can talk about rallying without coming to blows over their 2016 beef about their sons’ careers proves how chronically online people are.
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skelentic · 3 months
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did they even know each other prior to the mission’s start 😭😭
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doomed2repeat · 6 days
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The people wishing Penelope hooks up with Debling are purely doing it for their own gratification because if they understood anything about Penelope’s character they’d understand she does not want anyone but Colin. She’s looking at other men out of desperation and necessity. But her only desire is Colin. So you want her to hook up with a guy she doesn’t actually want to get back at the guy she does want so…what? So she can feel empty inside because affection from someone you don’t want will always cancel out into something you don’t want? But you, the viewer can feel like she got even with Colin? So Colin doesn’t have a one up on her with romantic experience? Do you think Penelope will feel good after hooking up with someone who’s not Colin, or are you just thinking about how Colin will feel bad?
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marshmellowtea · 1 year
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okay but to make a real post about this it's real weird for people to act like before wkm happened damien, william and celine hated actor like no dumbass, william and damien were his friends. celine fucking married him, and apparently, according to the stream tyler did as ben, they were even happy at first (i still haven't gotten the chance to see it, so i'm just taking people's word on it, but still). hell, even during wkm, damien still seems to like actor! at the very least, he doesn't have bad things to say about him! that's part of the tragedy for god's sake, the fact that people liked actor before everything started going to shit is part of the fucking tragedy and i'm sick of this weird revisionism where because y'all don't like him you act like fucking no one did. they did, and that matters.
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princelancey · 8 days
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Lance is such a let bygones be bygones kind of a guy, we should embrace that energy more often in sports tbh, it's never that serious
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mugiwara-lucy · 4 months
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I've seen how some people (especially after the last chapter) think how the eventual meeting between Luffy and Dragon will be a "high tension" reunion moment for both Luffy and Dragon. But, personally....I think the tensions will be strong on Dragon's end while Luffy will be as apathetic as ever 😅
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nonomives · 11 months
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Guys just a gentle reminder, nothing serious or outright dangerous so please don't turn this into a big deal
Anyways, just a gentle reminder
Yall--pls chill out with the thirst. I get that Wally is attractive but pls control yourselves. At the very least don't make outright explicit comments (like using terms that are clearly NSFW) about Wally or any of the characters in welcome home in public sites
I'm personally speaking for myself here so I don't speak for everybody
This account is accessible for anyone to see, thus your comments are also accessible for anybody to see. I'm not uncomfortable more than I am worried about the discomfort it may cause to some. This isn't to target anybody, nor is this a means to talk down on anyone. I just want to get this idea across while it can still be calmly talked about
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stainedglassthreads · 2 years
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Comparing Toriel at the beginning of Undertale, deciding for Frisk that the best thing for them would be to stay with her without wanting to explain the real danger of the Underground to them, against Toriel in the True Pacifist ending being the only one to point out that Frisk came from the Surface, and may want to go somewhere else instead of living with their new monster friends, asking them what THEY want to do. 
Wanting to keep Frisk with her was well-intentioned, but it did come from a place of trauma. And she’s grown past that trauma, somewhat. She no longer insists on clinging to Frisk tightly so they can’t get hurt, and is capable of letting go. And she remembered that Frisk wanted to go home, and is willing to accept their choice if that’s what they decide. She went after Frisk to help them against Asgore not just because she wanted to live with them somewhere outside the Ruins, but because confronting Asgore and saving their life was the right thing to do, after getting it wrong for so long. 
Toriel, like the rest of Undertale’s cast, is flawed. She’s depressed and traumatized, after losing two children and seeing her ex-husband declare war. She can hold grudges for a long time, and still isn’t over her grudge against Asgore. 
But she does grow, change, and start overcoming her grief and depression. And I think some people miss that. (Assuming they caught onto her grief to begin with.) 
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esteemed-excellency · 1 month
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two more doodles from last night 🤺
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