#This is worse

[talk-nerdy-to-me-thyla]

Neil Gaiman really saw the ending to our flag means death and went “hold my beer”

#this is worse #this is definetly worse #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens season two #every #neil gaiman #good omens 2 #spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #wait and see my ass

[adumpofdumbstuff]

As if cutting the Lokius kiss wasn’t enough, Marvel just gave us Stucky shippers hell

I just watched What If…? S2E5, and I hated it.

I was expecting this, but now Marvel is just pushing Stucky erasure to the max with Bucky failing to turn Steve back, as it should be the other way around, and just essentially t trying to make a Steggy version of CA:TWS.

Also Bucky getting married and having kids is just… I am going to lose it.

Marvel… stop fighting. Give the fans what they want.

#also they mildly queerbaited nat and peggy in this #I am curious to know a few things #Janet didn’t go subatomic clearly. Was it Hank then? #marvel #mcu #what if season 2 #stucky #I don’t hate peggy #I just… idk #endgame enraged me enough #this is worse #SD I fucking forgot

[gemmahale]

WIP Wednesday (4/17/24)

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot

Working Title: A Protege's Trust (link to the tag)

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Lisa 'Badger' Compton

Rating: E (eventually, but not in this snippet)

Synopsis:

CIA operative Lisa Compton is assigned to the 141 - it's her responsibility to help Laswell coordinate infill and exfill, gather crucial intel for the team and provide plausible cover stories when they get into tight spots. There's one problem: Sgt. Garrick is the most insufferable, unprofessional, bull-headed boy she's ever worked with. Gaz's an immaculate soldier, ready to jump at Price's order and launch himself into the fray with his mind focused on one thing: completing the mission. But when Laswell assigns the new CIA operative 'Badger' to their team, he can't stop flirting with her, thinking about her soft curves and sharp wit more often than focusing on the job at hand. Laswell won't approve her transfer to another team. Price is threatening to bench him. Badger and Gaz won't talk to - let alone look at- each other. Ghost thinks Badger's nickname should be 'Insufferable Yank.' Soap wants them to fuck it out already.

AKA: This'n's a good ol enemies to [???] to lovers with a sprinkling of other tropes for good measure. (Something something Price/Gaz being mirrored in Laswell/Compton? 👀) Credit to @pfhwrittes for collabing and feeding the brainworms. Short snippet because I don't have much written yet, but the plot's simmering there.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Station Chief Laswell stood quietly in the corner of the briefing room, surveying the group seated in the briefing room. Her fingers idly tapped along the edge of her folder, watching operatives mutter alongside soldiers, the chatter covering the struggling projector on the table.

Captain Price rocked on his feet on the other side of the screen. “All right, settle in.” His voice snuffed out the conversations, chairs scuffling and people settling in the following silence. One last bark of laughter echoed across the space. “Garrick–”

“Sorry Sir.” 

Lisa huffed softly to herself as she caught Sergeant MacTavish punching Sergeant Garrick in the arm and the returned scowl.

At least one of the 141 seemed to want to take this seriously.

#A Protege's Trust WIP #Gemma talks WIPS #Gemma writes fanfic #WIP Wednesday #Gaz x OFC #cod modern warfare #kyle 'gaz' garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #Lisa is canonically fat #Bite me #Laswell and Price totally aren't trying to get these two together or anything either #They'd never meddle in their subordinate's lives like that #Soap and Ghost are totally in cahoots too #You thought Ghoap longing was bad? #This is worse #in a different way #I got brave and tagged the fandom in this #we'll see if that bites my ass

[chocolatecakecas]

OUGH THIS IS WORSE

#the trap #15x09 script #THIS IS WORSE

[ronearoundblindly]

just what i fucking needed for motivation--

ANOTHER serial unliker that I get to watch live during my first good night of writing in months.

thanks, universe!!!

very helpful

😭

#ro rants #seriously why #why would you do this if not to purposefully send the message that you actively consume content with no intension of support???? #look there's bad tumblr etiquette with reblogging and shit AND THEN THERE'S THIS #this is worse #much fucking worse for the record

[littledreamling]

★ - sad headcanon for Dream!

(playing to the strengths of the angst king, perhaps >:) )

Ohohoho you picked a good one for me lmao

I could reiterate the headcanon I sent in the server a few days ago (about Dream having trauma from being watched and never being able to feel like he's really alone, even in the Dreaming) but you've already heard that, so I'll pick a new (ish) one. Adding a cut and warning for graphic depictions of violence, major character death, heavy angst, comic spoilers, and my late-night attempt to make the comics worse than they already were in terms of... well, everything lmao. Proceed with caution!

Sad Headcanon:

This isn’t a sad headcanon about Dream specifically, more of a Dreamling sad headcanon, and I’ve made a post about this specific idea before (which can be found here!) so you’ll have to forgive me for bending the rules slightly but here goes:

There is something off, Dream thinks, walking next to his sister. Her usually cheery demeanor is subdued slightly, as if viewing her through a screen door; the outline of her is there, but the details feel fuzzy. When he asks her how she is keeping, he means it. He is concerned. She assures him that she is keeping well, or as well as she can, given her function, and he accepts it. He expects the conversation to be dropped. Or, at the very least, he expects the conversation to move on, and her odd mood with it. Sunlight and humanity have always cheered her up and he does not think today will be any different.

And then he asks about his pet project, Hob Gadling. He is curious, after all, to see how Hob is keeping, especially after their missed meeting. Have you seen him? He asks, and does not miss the way Death has tensed beside him, nor the way her step falters, a minute and monumental waver. He feels his brow crease.

I have, she says, and there is something in her voice that does not sit well, in a way even a century of imprisonment could not match. He can feel his fingers twitch at his sides, the full extent of human reaction he will allow himself, and waits for elaboration.

He asked to see me, she says, and Dream stops short. In the middle of the street, bright sun glaring down through overarching leaves, surrounded and untouched by humanity, the meaning of her words dawn on him like a waxing moon. Dream stops short. His breath, unnecessary and painful, comes in short bursts and Death's mournful eyes scrape like twin razors against his raw heart.

It was my fault, he says, somehow. He forces the words from between numb lips, somehow. Death's eyes soften, somehow. Somehow, it is worse. Just another thing he has lost while imprisoned. Just another thing crumbling in his hands, crushed under the weight of his pride and stupidity.

It wasn't just you, she says, and he does not believe her. Had he asked for help, had he plucked up the courage to be able to trust again, this would not have happened. If he had been able to place faith in Death, or in Alex, or in Burgess, Hob would still be alive. The thought almost sends him to his knees and he realizes that the keening noise in his ears is escaping from behind his own teeth.

Oh, Dream, I'm so sorry, she says, and he believes her. It does not help. How could she? How could she do that to him, knowing their history? How could she have submitted so easily to the whims of a simple, stupid human? He does not realize he is speaking aloud until she answers.

I am as bound to my function as you are, brother, she says, and her voice is soft, understanding. I could no more deny him my gift than you could deny him yours. Nor any human. She is nicer than he is. He has always known that. He suddenly wishes, selfishly, that she were not. If she had been as cruel as some had accused Dream of being, Hob would still be alive. The thought is no less agonizing the second time.

A raven, he gasps, desperation coloring his essence. He should've become my raven. They were mortals, once. Tell me you left him in my realm. He was mine in life, surely you have bestowed him upon me in death as well. He knows it is hopeless even as he says it. The ache in her eyes is answer enough. The anguish infused in every line of her body as she sinks down in front of him (when had he collapsed? He cannot remember) is a needless confirmation.

You are the Dreaming, and the Dreaming is you, she says, and he wishes he could close his ears, wishes he could block out the words he knows to be true, wishes he could stop her from speaking the truth he knows she will speak, she will always speak. With you gone, there was no realm to leave him in. He has crossed to the Sunless Lands, Dream. I'm sorry.

If she suddenly finds herself kneeling next to a pile of sand, she is kind enough not to mention it the next time she sees him. Indeed, the next time they find each other, she simply sits by his side, a comforting presence in the middle of one of the Dreaming's most comforting dreams. Fiddler's Green, newly restored, seems to tremble at the sight of her, of them, sitting together, nearly touching. Dream's gaze is held by his hands, bloody up to the elbows. It would make him sick to his stomach if he could feel anything, but he can't. There is only a numbness, deep in his soul, an exhaustion that all the rest in the world would not be able to touch.

What happened, Dream? She asks, without a shred of judgement. As if she does not know. As if she wants to hear it from his lips. They sit in silence; he does not know for how long. Too long, perhaps, but she has always indulged him. She has always made special exceptions for him.

I killed her, he says, quiet and sullen. I spilled family blood. Even when Lucienne tried to stop me, even when Unity revealed her bloodline. It did not matter. Or perhaps it did. I killed her anyway.

Just a few paces away, the body of Rose Walker is sprawled on the grass, staining the blades underneath her a tacky, child's-mind red. Where her chest had been now sits a cavity, caved in and empty, her very heart torn, still beating, from her breast. Her blood stains his fingernails because he lets it. He does not care to clean himself. He does not care to tidy his realm. He does not care.

You know what the Kindly Ones will do, Death says. It is a statement of fact. It is as immutable as Destiny's own book. He knows this. He had known this. He had not cared. He still does not.

Yes, he says, because he thinks he should respond. There is nothing more to be said. They sit in silence, listening to the last somber notes of his realm ring out, the easy swish of leaves, the gentle rushing of water, the birdsong from the trees. The air is still around them; he is not sure he could stand, or walk, or even move, even if he tried. He does not try. He simply sits. He simply waits.

Dream? Give me your hand, she says, and with a minute and monumental waver, he does. The last thing he feels in the warmth of her skin against his, a familiar presence at his side, and a warm smile. The very gifts that had been offered to Hob Gadling a decade before. Gifts given, gifts accepted. And with a flash of light, Dream of the Endless accepts.

#major character death #angst #heavy angst #graphic depictions of violence #the absence of hope #everyone dies #the comics were tragic #this is worse #proceed with caution #i'm so sorry #this still feels incomplete but i already know people are going to be mad at me #i really don't need to make it any worse #to be fair... you asked for this lmao #i'm sorry aquila #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob gadling #dreamling #sandman netflix #the sandman #sandman comics spoilers #sandman spoilers

[simmyfrobby]

who's your pick to win. the cup. this year

like.. who do i think will win or who do i want to win?

i don't think vegas is a bad bet and i wouldn't necessarily mind it if they repeat (eichel baybey) but um

i apologize ahead of time for the person i will become if brad marchand wins a second cup

#worst possible outcome for all of my followers i think #if you #um #thought the eichel thing was bad #this is worse #so so so so much worse #i would also be annoying about the pens #and of course if flower won again id #im not sure what id do #but id be bad #youre all lucky i exclusively fall in love with loser teams is what im saying #🫶

[daeluin]

so they can play the gay yearning song outside of pride month

#this is worse #it means we're not safe #at any time fob can come out and play their gay songs

[faintingnurses]

love this stupid game so much

#nursesart #60 parsecs #april angelle #deedee dawkins #emmet ellis #tom thomson #60 parsecs art #fanart #digital art #60 parsecs game #man i sure love being obsessed w/ a game that came out 3-4 years ago that is mildly niche #i thought ghostbusters was bad w/ how small the amount of fanart n shit i could find #this is worse #there is like. nothing #well i will draw my shitty fanart and be happy and that’s all that rlly matters #i love the character designs sm #it’s was a good way to practice drawing different face shapes n stuff that’s for sure

[negrowhat]

Do people really want to see how the two mains from Love Syndrome got together???

#and people were shaming tharntype... #this is worse

[aroace-polyshow]

might be an asshole for this but like hello dude can you not fucking hit my shoulder to get my attention???? dude???

#mono’s stuff #i dont. really like most people touching me unprompted #this is worse #it didn’t hurt bad but like?? hey???

[you-need-not-apply]

This is worse

#this is worse #tumblr #istg #tumblr this is worse

[glassamphibians]

is anyone else being plagued by an ad for a draco malfy x reader ai chat thing

#tumblr please go back to the tor ads im sorry i complained about them #this is worse

[rintosei]

oh hell no not ig*guri 🤢

#☆ moots: ellie #xue's mailbox ✧.* #GET OUT #THIS IS WORSE #THAN THE ROBLOX FACES #can't believe u sent me this 👎🏻👎🏻

[blusical]

i've been seeing a lot of people talk about the bad reffing in the lions-cowboys game (rightfully so), but the thing I'm not seeing people talk about is the fact that in the NFL (and in some cases the NHL too), if you dare criticize the refs you get fined. Honestly, if you have to fine players for criticizing bad officiating, that just tells everyone that you can't take criticism lmfao. If your own players and coaches are complaining about the refs, have you maybe considered that your current officiating system isn't fucking working and that you should probably find better refs (or a better way to train referees) instead of fining players and coaches for speaking out?

#skip to:misc #nfl #nhl #unfortunately this also happens with the nhl too. it's not limited to the nfl #(I'm not sure if the NBA or MLB do the same) #though with the nhl i've only seen coaches get fined. in the nfl players can get fined #it doesn't matter if the players deserved the fine or not. it's shitty as hell #instead of punishing the players punish the fucking referees! #normally i'd say “get over it” when it comes to fans complaining about refs but this isn't that #this is worse #this is actual bad officiating #and yes i know the ref crew from last night got downgraded #but i don't think that's good enough: that whole fucking crew should be suspended #or better yet: straight up fired #sportsblr #song:serious #song:rant

[sparksssflytv]

will i end the suffering or will the suffering end me?

#this is worse #i hate this #ema babbles