#jesus fucking christ lmfao

[piosplayhouse]

Wwx actually didn't die from magic self destruction or siege or anything like that he just finally croaked from alcohol poisoning with emperor's smile 38% alcohol content

#jesus fucking christ lmfao

[captainharlock]

jesus + vocaloid

#jesus christ #hatsune miku #kagamine rin #kagamine len #gio arts #the people on tiktok FUCKING HATED THIS by the way LMFAO

[hannahchronism]

holiday season like

#jesus fucking christ lmfao

[possibilistfanfiction]

for surgeons au.,, perhaps some hurt/comfort :,)

[hbd @gohandinhand. sorry but tbf... u asked for this lol (also so many of you asked for 'what if bea gets hurt' bc we all share one collective grey's anatomy-ass braincell // also on ao3]

//

‘dr. silva is still in the tumor resection?’

it’s only, like, your fifth week being a doctor, so there are so many things you don’t know all the time; you add dr. villaumbrosia asking this question to the list. still, she’s kind of the scariest person you’ve ever met in your life — unflappable and a little mean to everyone but her patients and their families, talented and whip-smart beyond belief, willing to take on the hardest cases — and so you answer anyway with a nod. you only know this because zaire promised he would come find you just after he’d finished with dr. silva — to celebrate at the bar down the street and hopefully more than that too — but you don’t add that; you don’t think dr. villaumbrosia would appreciate it all that much.

‘okay,’ she says, more shaken than you’ve ever seen her.

‘is something… did something go wrong, or?’

‘with ava’s surgery, no, i don’t think so.’ 

ava is new; you’re not embarrassed to admit that you and basically your whole intern class has been keeping track of who’s with whom amongst the attendings, so you know they’re all either dating or friends or some kind of family. still, dr. villaumbrosia never uses first names at work. 

‘there’s a trauma being flown in,’ she continues. ‘there was an avalanche, and dr. choi was skiing in the backcountry today. i don’t — i don’t know more details.’ she worries her hands for a moment. ‘she hasn’t answered her sat phone.’

‘oh,’ is the best you’ve got, disarmed by the obvious fear that lingers around every inch of her.

‘dr. silva can’t know, if she does come in. not until after he’s finished the hardest part of the procedure and can pass it off.’

not that you were going to be the one to randomly decide to go to dr. silva’s OR and say any of this, but you nod. ‘of course.’

‘i need you to go check on tai; she’s in daycare.’

‘uh, i don’t — i’ve never —‘

dr. villaumbrosia waves you off. ‘she’s cute. looks like choi, acts like silva.’ 

when you don’t respond immediately, dr. villaumbrosia just glares. ‘yeah, of course,’ you hurry to say.

‘and then i need you to go to the ER for the trauma. dr. masters already knows you’re coming; you’re going to see what’s going on and tell me and no one else. got it?’

‘yes, dr. villaumbrosia. will do.’

‘great.’

to be honest, you have no idea where the daycare even is, and this certainly isn’t what you went to a bazillion years of school for, but whatever. maybe this will get you on dr. villaumbrosia’s good side. 

‘and dr. al-najjar?’

you nod.

‘i know this seems ridiculous. but dr. choi is — she’s my favorite person. it’s important.’

you understand in your own way: you facetime your little brother every day, no matter how tired you are, no matter how late or early it is for you. ‘i’ll tell you everything as soon as i can.’

‘good.’

/

tai is, apparently, a fourteen month old, very cute toddler, who really does look like dr. choi. when you explain, very briefly, to one of the daycare teacher that dr. villaumbrosia sent you to see how she’s doing, make sure she’s okay, she nods and shows you over to an area of the room with soft mats and some wooden blocks. tai smiles at you, all baby teeth and big cheeks, and says mostly nonsense but a few words — blocks, doctor, mama — and then promptly knocks over her block tower with definite glee. 

you snap a nice, cute picture of tai smiling in her little giraffe hoodie and send it off to dr. villaumbrosia. you’ve never been a baby guy, and you’re certain she isn’t either, because there’s no way you could ever possibly choose her specialty if you were, but she loves the photo anyway — the first and only time she’ll ever respond to a text from you like that, you’re absolutely certain — and it makes you smile, just for a moment. when you wave goodbye to tai she laughs, and you hope, very concretely, that she goes home with both of her parents tonight, or soon, at least, that her family stays as full and happy and warm as it had been this morning.

/

you feel genuinely nervous and way too invested: you’ve met dr. choi in passing a handful of times, and she’d assisted on one of dr. villaumbrosia’s surgeries once that you’d gotten to hold a retractor for, but according to emma — the best gossip and also dr. choi’s favorite intern, allegedly — says that dr. choi is kind and quiet and a wonderful teacher, patient and skilled and efficient. you’d been looking forward to being on her service soon, honestly, and, even in the past few weeks, you’re starting to understand that the people here, that you spend so much time with, are starting to feel like family.

dr. masters nods at you, her braids already tucked away beneath a cap, trauma gown on. you’re on peds, so you don’t know if you’re really here to help with anything — dr. villaumbrosia wasn’t called down for any consults, still set for the routine bowel repair she’d been scheduled for this afternoon, so you’re fairly certain there weren’t any children coming in — but she gestures toward the gown and gloves anyway.

‘just in case we need more hands on deck,’ she says as way of explanation. ‘there’s four people, and we don’t really know the extent of their injuries.’

you nod — what else is there to say — and things are very, very still until dr. masters gets a page and then everything is moving — loudly, organized, seamless — and you’re in awe, for a moment, of dr. masters’ ER. you love trauma surgery and she’s, like, kind of the biggest badass in the country, and it’s pretty fucking cool to watch her very quickly get everyone exactly where they need to be in the amount of time it takes for her to walk to the elevator that leads up to the helipad.

the wind whips from the blades when the doors open, rainy and miserable, and your heart is caught in your throat when the door opens. you see dr. masters’ hands shake, although you’d never, ever mention it, locked behind her back in tight fists, until dr. choi’s face — a bruise along her jaw, a scrape that runs underneath her eye, all the way into her hair, the tip of her nose and the tips of her ears a painful red, probably from frostbite — comes into view.

dr. choi, strapped into a stretcher, covered in a blanket and hooked up to an IV, immediately starts talking, before the stretcher is even fully out of the helicopter. ‘the three coming out,’ she starts, ‘i dug them out as much as i could. i did an emergency thoracostomy on david, you need to push a ton of antibiotics. anna needs to go to the OR immediately for her pelvis, make sure cam —‘

‘—beatrice,’ dr. masters says, rushing to her side and, if you were to bet, wanting to sink to her knees in relief. ‘oh my god.’

‘i’m fine,’ dr. choi says, annoyed at being made to stay on the stretcher. ‘i properly deployed my avalanche airbag. but mary, listen —‘

dr. masters holds dr. choi’s face in her hands and then kisses the top of dr. choi’s head. it’s tender, and you wonder how long they’ve known each other to afford that level of intimacy, that level of care. ‘i got them, bea. i promise. we gotta take care of you too or ava will kill me.’

dr. choi relaxes, just minutely, but you can tell — maybe because you would trust dr. masters with your life or anyone else’s, maybe at the mention of dr. silva, maybe some combination of both — and she nods.

dr. masters rolls her eyes and kisses the top of dr. choi’s head once more. ‘stupid hero. let me go make all your hard work worthwhile.’

dr. choi smiles, definitely reassured now. ‘you better.’

/

you’re not surprised, exactly, that chief superion is waiting to take over dr. choi’s care, but you are a little surprised when dr. superion squeezes her shoulder gently and smiles, a little sad. 

‘ava is still in surgery, so let’s get the worst of it taken care of before she’s done, yes?’

dr. choi nods, growing more exhausted by the minute. which is fair, you think, as she tells dr. superion — and you, because you’re stuck in this room until you have a real report for dr. villaumbrosia beyond the text you’d sent that just said Dr. Choi is talking and moving, no head or neck injuries — about how the avalanche airbag had worked, even if it was frightening; about how her transceiver, according to SAR, had helped them get there faster than they would have otherwise.  

‘ava always teased me about how expensive the gear was, but look who’s laughing now.’

‘well, to be fair,’ dr. superion says, looking at dr. choi’s x-rays, ‘i don’t think either of you are laughing.’ 

‘oh, yikes,’ dr. choi says, looking at the films too. she’s on a fair amount of pain medicine at this point, but she’s right: there’s a few nasty fractures along the bones in her left wrist. but, other than those and a few cracked ribs and some mild frostbite on her nose, ears, and the tips of her fingers, it seems like it’s just cuts and bruises: nothing she won’t heal from, and far better off than the others who came in with her.

‘i, uh — sorry,’ you say, feeling like you’re interrupting, but they both just shake their heads, waving off your apology. ‘dr. villaumbrosia sent me to see if you’re okay, and i’m supposed to go talk to her once i know. which, i guess i know now.’ not your best work, and in front of the chief, but oh well.

dr. choi smiles fondly. ‘thank you for telling me. i’ll never let lilith forget it.’ 

dr. superion doesn’t smile, but it seems like she wants to. ‘go ahead, dr. al-najjar. you can tell her that we’re admitting dr. choi to ortho; dr. alvarez will operate tomorrow, once the swelling has gone down.’

‘and tell lilith i love her too.’

‘i — uh—‘

dr. superion laughs. ‘go, dr. al-najjar.’

/

you’ve just finished your report to dr. villaumbrosia — in the middle of a surgery, but it’s clear her shoulders relax immediately, continuing to operate smoothly — when dr. silva flings open the door of the OR.

‘hello ava,’ dr. villaumbrosia says, not even looking up from the stitch she’s putting in. ‘she’s okay.’

dr. silva, breathing so hard her mask is getting sucked into her mouth and nose, doubles over, her hands on her knees. ‘i gotta do more cardio, oh my god,’ he mumbles, then takes a deep breath and stands. ‘you’re sure?’

‘yes,’ dr. villaumbrosia, ‘i had dr. al-najjar make sure personally. he also checked on tai; she’s doing great.’

‘very cute,’ you say and then debate just quitting residency here altogether, but dr. silva smiles at you.

‘thanks man,’ she says. ‘sorry you missed this surgery.’

‘the bowel was perforated,’ dr. villaumbrosia says. ‘it was quite disgusting, to be honest.’

‘well then,’ dr. silva says, ‘hey, you’re welcome! you got to see my adorable kid and my sexy wife. who, as lovely as your company always is, lil, i’m gonna go see now.’

‘she deployed that avalanche airbag, dug three other people out, and did a field chest tube by the time SAR got there.’ 

‘hot.’

‘insane, actually,’ dr. villaumbrosia says. ‘but give her my love.’

/

two days later you’re back on shift — after drinks and truly, genuinely great sex with zaire that still ended up happening despite everything, god bless — and you swing by ortho before you go up to peds. you’re not friends with dr. choi or dr. silva, but you do want to see how things are going anyway. your mom always says it’s better to be kinder than necessary, and you’re starting to believe it.

they’re an adorable family, you think, tai showing dr. choi her lion stuffy and babbling excitedly, sitting on the hospital bed between her legs, turning every now and then toward dr. silva in a chair by her bedside. dr. choi, her arm in a brace and a sling, looks pretty good overall: her eyes seem clear, the bruises along her jaw are already starting to turn green and yellow, a great sign of healing, and the redness on her nose and ears has lessened considerably. 

also, she’s sitting up and talking animatedly, clearly happy with her daughter and her wife there. from her chart — you looked it up in the system before you came, whatever — you’re pretty sure she’s going to get to go home today, which you suspect is what the small duffle bag by dr. silva’s feet is for. 

‘all i’m saying,’ you hear from dr. silva, ’is that your nose could’ve fallen off.’

‘ava,’ dr. choi says, exasperated and laughing.

dr. silva sits back and pouts, exaggerating with crossed arms. 

‘i will be more careful,’ dr. choi concedes, but it doesn’t feel much like a concession the way she smiles at tai and then runs a gentle hand over her wispy hair. emma — who is an incredible gossip but you’re starting to think she also just has a giant crush — had told you and zaire that dr. choi is, like, an experienced outdoors person with certifications in all kinds of different safety courses and activities; you know she and dr. villaumbrosia have done stints with MSF together too. 

‘good,’ dr. silva says. ‘because lord knows i cannot raise tai by myself.’

dr. choi frowns, then offers her good hand to dr. silva, who scoots closer and takes it with a kiss to her scraped knuckles. 

‘plus, while i would deal, obviously, you’d probably be less hot if your nose fell off.’

‘“probably”?’

dr. silva shrugs. ‘i love you.’

‘i love you too.’

‘would you still love me if my nose fell off?’

‘ava.’

/

‘good morning, dr. al-najjar,’ dr. choi says when you knock lightly on the open door of her office. it’s impeccably neat, a few pictures of dr. silva and tai on her desk. she’s wearing the brace on her wrist still but no sling; her bruises and frostbite have faded. in her scrubs and white coat and clogs, a fresh buzzcut and a cup of coffee in her good hand, she looks exactly the surgeon you’ve looked forward to working with. 

‘good morning, dr. choi. welcome back.’

she smiles and closes her office door, starts leading you down the hall. ‘thank you. and, apologizes in advance that you won’t have any surgeries with me for the next two weeks until i’m officially cleared.’ she rolls her eyes. 

‘that’s okay,’ you say. ‘more sleep, honestly.’

‘true. and,’ she says, opening a door to the most incredible, brand new lab you’ve ever seen, ‘i can promise that the research we’ll get to work on will be worth it.’

‘i always thought i would go into trauma,’ you tell her, ‘but i think i just fell in love.’

she grins. ‘the heart wants what it wants.’

you pause a moment but then you can’t help yourself: you laugh.

‘in that case,’ she says, ‘let me show you around, and let’s get to work.’

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #surgeons au #this is not nearly as angsty as it could've been! ur welcome! #butch bea 🥺🫡 #am i making up interns as i go?? why not i love to spiral! lmfao #also the real hardest part of this was spelling lilith's fucking long ass last name jesus christ

[meiga-s]

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obey me! nightbringer

mammon centric. implied reader/mammon (lesson 23 spoilers)

ao3 link

what does it mean to be the avatar of greed?

It takes too long for Mammon to fall asleep.

So long, in fact, that he hears you slowly getting up from the couch and making your way out of his room, trying to be as quiet as possible, probably thinking he's already conked out. It would've worked if he was asleep, but asleep he is not. Mammon holds back a snort, hearing the stairs creak as you make your way down, and swallows when he notices how his brothers' muffled voices become louder. You must've gone downstairs straight to the living room.

What a night, huh.

For a moment, Mammon closes his eyes and daydreams a little longer. He will have to go down and face the storm, eventually, but not now. He can breathe for a bit longer. He owes Belphie and Simeon an apology, after all. Behind his eyelids, he sees Michael, frowning at his begging of asking Lucifer to take him as an apprentice instead. For a moment he fears it won't ever happen, facing Michael's and Lucifer's refusals over and over and over, unwavering. Then, as if out of thin air, you appear right next to Mammon, squeeze his hand and tell him in a soft voice that it will be okay. Trust me. Keep trying. He adores you, we all do, so do not forget that.

Your trust in him aches, your belief in him, your love for him, all of it. I have always been yours, Mammon, you'd said the moment he'd poured his heart out to you. His greedy, hungry heart, which always wants to swallow you whole so none else can.

It's terrifying to think how close he's been to actually doing it.

And yet, he can't let go of his greed. Mammon can't stop wanting you, wanting everything from you. It's in his nature as the Avatar of Greed, it’s not a skin he can shed off like an unwanted molt, even if he sometimes feels it's just as tight over his skin and is slowly suffocating him.

His own words, coming from the depths of his heart, still haunt him. He won't forget them anytime soon.

I never even stopped to think that it might cause trouble for someone else. But the way I thought back then... It was naive. And lately, it's been gettin' clearer and clearer to me just how naive. I'm startin' to see through it...

And it's real, real scary...

You'd looked at him, not saying a word. He couldn't stop.

... I can't go back. Not anymore.

I've hurt so many people. All for me. All for my own benefit.

"But Mammon, I know for a fact that you're kind to your family because you love them, don't you?"

You'd said it so matter-of-factly, as if just affirming that water is wet and the sky is blue. There was no mockery or pity, just a determination in your eyes he'd seen a few times since he'd met you.

"There's still time to learn to be kind."

And you were probably right, damn you, but Mammon had doubted his affection for his family could stand against his greed, and the mere thought of it had terrified him.

Mammon covers his eyes with his arm, rolling over on his bed. The muffled voices coming from downstairs have grown softer, and Mammon feels a pang of something go through his chest when he realizes you probably shushed all of them so he can rest.

For a moment Mammon wonders if the pang in his chest is an effect of the new pact you two have just made, then he shakes off the idea with a sigh. Pacts aren't supposed to hurt, so he's probably just exhausted, right? Lucifer had knocked him out pretty good, after all...

The sudden knock on his door startles the life out of him, and Mammon lets out a curse. He's not ready to face anyone just yet, and for a moment he considers pretending he's asleep for a while longer.

"Mammon. I know you're awake."

Damn Lucifer and his keen senses. Mammon hadn't even heard him come up the stairs. He wonders if Lucifer snuck past you when you weren't looking. The thought makes him smile a bit.

"'course you do. Come in."

When Lucifer walks in, Mammon feels the urge to curl up on himself. Not out of fear, but out of shame. 

None's watching, after all.

Lucifer sits on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and tyring to look as the pillar he always tries to be. Mammon holds back the urge to roll his eyes. "How are you feeling? We were told you woke up, but that it was best to let you rest for a bit longer until you came down."

"'m feelin' okay. Just a bit tired."

Lucifer nods, then averts his gaze. 

It's strange to see Lucifer at a loss for words, but Mammon isn't exactly in the mood to talk him up a storm or annoy him as he usually does, so he's not sure what to do when the seconds keep ticking, and ticking, and ticking...

There's muffled laughter coming from the first floor. It sounds like Diavolo's, most likely keeping the mood uplifted without even trying. Your voice, too, sounds muffled and a bit stern. Of course you'd be the only one trying to shush the Prince of the Devildom when he's getting noisy for someone else's sake. 

You're incredible, Mammon thinks, as the thought of being the total opposite of him hits him like a brick to the face.

Mammon lets out a sigh.

"Don't you worry me like that ever again."

Lucifer's sudden shift catches Mammon off guard, and when he snaps his head up to look at the older demon, he finds Lucifer staring back at him with hardened eyes and his lips turned downward.

"Wha–"

"I mean it, Mammon," and if Mammon didn't know better, he'd say he's in for a scolding of a lifetime. But he knows almost every telltale of a Lucifer Scolding, so he knows Lucifer isn't angry. Far from it.

He's worried. To death, in fact.

It only makes Mammon feel worse, yet a small part of him feels a little happy, remembering the newfound words that lifted his heavy heart in the darkness before you both awoke: the words that could only come from an older brother.

"I vow to protect you — hopes, desires, dreams and all."

Truly, Mammon feels so glad he never gave up on trying to reach Lucifer back then.

"... I'm sorry, Lucifer. Won't happen again."

"Good," the older demon says, expression softening so fast it almost gives Mammon whiplash. "But if it does, come running straight to me, understood?"

It's a reassurance. If it gets you, I'll be here for you no matter what. Mammon notes how Lucifer has the same look in his eyes that you do while you're looking at this mess of a family when you think none's noticing. But Mammon does.

You're both a pillar, a shoulder, a shield, a whole foundation . Yet between you and Lucifer there's a big difference: Lucifer has always carried the burden alone, while you use your own strength combined with the one of those around you, never fearing, never proud.

Mammon sees Pride slowly swallowing up his older brother the same way Greed swallowed him. He thinks: this wo n 't do , and vows to himself to be the first to run to Lucifer when the time comes.

He feels this is something they all have to go through, as Avatars of the Seven Sins, but it doesn't mean they have to do it alone. His little brothers can use the help, too. Perhaps he can soften the burden on both you and Lucifer if he steps up as an older brother for a little bit.

Lucifer is still waiting for his answer.

"... I will, ya got my word."

Satisfied, Lucifer nods and makes his way out of the room. When he has one foot out of the door, he turns around and looks like he's about to say something, but in the end he simply walks out and closes the door behind him.

Mammon sighs, although he's smiling now. 

"... Yeah, I can do this."

He's Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and big brother to the Lords of the Underworld. Nothing more, nothing less.

If he fails, he'll try again, and again, and again, because he's the Avatar of Greed, and giving up on what he wants the most isn't in his nature.

His head feels clearer than it has in days, and he feels lighter. This sure isn't a side effect of the pact, is it? He'll have to ask you later. You’re his first, after all.

Jumping off the bed, Mammon decides it's time he goes downstairs. It's not like he can rest now, after all. He’ll do it later. Maybe he can ask you to join him, too, if only Solomon would stop hovering over you for a damn second –

Oh, his greed is showing... Ah, what the hell . You've accepted it too just as Mammon had done, so you better be ready for him later when he catches you.

With a skip on his step, Mammon walks out of his room and makes his way down the old familiar stairs of the House of Lamentation, straight towards his family.

#✧ writes some demons #obey me! #obey me! nightbringer #nightbringer spoilers #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me lucifer #i'm sorry i tried my best i have feelings and i'm sleepy lmfao sjdfsf #plus i got double hit by a feelings truck both with obey me and twst jesus fucking christ #on the same day too

[coredrill]

so like. how many times do you think smith has heard isami say he doesn’t trust bravern and then tried really hard to change that when he becomes bravern only to wind up with the same outcome every single time

#it’s just. like. i love you. i love you. i became this because i love you and you shut me out now that i’m like this #and i’m not brave enough to admit that it’s ME you’re turning away from because it will hurt even more if you know it’s me #and you still turn away but i love you and our hearts match now because i want to keep you safe in mine forever #and i know i can’t be you so i’ll be your armor; your partner; your knight because i love you #and i couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you so our souls brought me back and now i’m this and i’m HERE #i’m right here but you don’t know i’m here and i’m so scared to tell you because what if you don’t want me here? #not like this; not after everything? #jesus fucking christ with enough concentrated essence of super robot anything really IS possible #even getting me to give a shit abt romance. LMFAO #EMBARRASSING!!!!!!!!! #a: bravern #bravern spoilers #t.txt #i knew this show was gay but i didn’t expect it to be so queer too #ill-advised post to make probably but ehhhhhh

[mamawasatesttube]

so we're calling "the trope where men act like they own their daughters like property" just being "girl dads" now are we? is that what we're doing? are we doing that now? is that really what we're doing now huh?? we're really just doing that now!!!!!

#rimi talks #HAVE ANY OF YOU PEOPLE HEARD OF MISOGYNY? JUST WONDERING #misogyny 2.0!!! quirky funny memey fandom edition!!!!! #yeah this is about that bruce cass kon post lmfao #''isn't this super misogynistic trope written in the early 2000s actually really funny????'' jesus fucking CHRIST yall.

[68spidey]

Is anyone else fed up with the design choices the staff is making on this site? I can barely stand looking at it on pc. There's so much fluff forced into your face like the pornbot live feeds, the stupid banner for new posts, the "changes to tumblr" banner.. Jesus christ. I have to scroll around in order to find the shit I ACTUALLY want to see, the people I ACTUALLY FUCKING FOLLOWED.

And what's with all the wasted space on the sides?? Fuck it's ugly.

#the salt is real #sorry i'm #lmfao #i'm hot and i'm annoyed and jesus christ i don't understand the obsession with turning this place into other apps #i don't want to buy shit #i don't want to watch your stupid fucking live feeds #i DON'T want your blaze posts #go. the fuck. away.

[beesmygod]

hmmmm [gets up and walks out of my house and down the street and to the edge of the continent and off the edge of the flat earth and into space]

#im going insane #fucking lmfao #jesus christ #a ghost story #fan art love

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[cws: psychiatric abuse, torture, homophobia, ableism, sanism, racism, pictures of taxidermy. boy this show is a lot sometimes lmfao]

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so something @thecottageinthedark noticed recently that i'm still fucked up about is that pericles' cage in the asylum isn't actually a bird cage.

it's a bell jar.

for those who don't know what a bell jar is, it's a type of taxidermy display for preserving delicate specimens, most often birds. it's easy for their feathers to get dusty or disintegrate over time if they're left out in the open; a bell jar not only keeps off dirt and keeps people from touching them, but it's made to create a vacuum inside to keep everything where it is.

another layer to this reference is that the book The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath, is a retelling of her own experiences with mental illness and the attempts made to treat it at the time. notably, one of the major themes of the book is psychiatric abuse.

pericles is also not only a gay man forcefully committed to an asylum in what is most likely intended to be the 70s, but a very obvious and already horribly handled fantasy metaphor for both physically disabled people and POC. (in particular the talking animals' role in the worldbuilding heavily mirrors Black americans irl, which holy shit there is so much to unpack there all by itself. there is So Much)

(fun little bonus on the side: he's kept in a cell with extremely bright blue/white light 24/7, at an angle where it'd be even more difficult to block it out than if it were overhead. this would make it impossible to get any decent fucking sleep, which is widely recognized as one of the worst forms of torture to exist. they did this to him for 20 years straight.)

so, to recap: gay man and analogue for disabled people/POC, who is also portrayed as an ~evil crazy malicious psychopath,~ is kept in not only a display case for scientific specimens, but one specifically made--in-universe and out--to recreate something that is done to his demographic as a metaphorical disabled person/POC.

and not only that, and not only do people talk about him--in front of him, like he's not even there--as a specimen while gawking at him in this position, but he is being displayed like the stuffed and mounted corpse of a disabled person/POC.

he is said to belong on that display for 'the rest of his miserable [disabled/POC] life.' no one disagrees with this. he's painted as smugly bullying the violent abusive guard. in general he's portrayed as Scary and Evil Now for having been in this situation. and when he escapes, it kicks off what end up being the most heavy-duty problems for the protagonists, which result in the Bad Ending for the nibiru timeline; if he had stayed there, continued to be objectified and tortured with homophobic/racist/ableist violence for the rest of his life, the timeline almost certainly wouldn't have been doomed.

and they used a real person's autobiography about their experiences with psychiatric abuse for this. and to position them in the role of someone it should have not only happened to, but been even more horrifically dehumanizing and cruel.

yeah. i..... yeah.

the creators of this show are genuinely really good at putting together layered references like this, some more obscure than others, which are rewarding to discover and add depth when you do, and it is a crying fucking shame that they like to use it for shit like this. god damn lmao

#sdmi #scooby doo: mystery incorporated #professor pericles #cws in post #SDMItag #this is also why i very firmly believe that Other Parrot Behaviors of his were completely intentional #and i will be linking back to this post in future as evidence for that lmfao #anyway yeah jesus fucking christ i am defensive of pericles for A Few Reasons if You Can't Tell #do nooootttt get me started on the racism #uppity runaway slave who objects to being considered subordinate; inferior; an animal; and someone else's property #will get violent revenge on his oppressors the moment he embraces that objection and escapes imprisonment #and is only unhappy with being property because he's been driven crazy with Doesn't Want to Be Owned by Other People Syndrome #in the Good Timeline he does not have this syndrome; and he actively embraces exactly the degrading dehumanizing role he hated #and refused to accept and dedicated his life to breaking out of in the Bad Timeline where he's evil and crazy #this is used by other people to publicly humiliate him for profit; which he's Totally Not Humiliated by He's Happy Like This You Guys #sure cool great why not #love it #SDMIcrit tag #the crit files #thecottageinthedark

[thefinalwitness]

"Angel," he calls me, Does he know that I'm falling? From a precipice that I tripped off long ago? "You're so pure," he says Does he know I'm forsaken? The original sinner? Well, soon he'll know.

When Igeyorhm finds a shard of Azem on the dying Thirteenth, she takes her to the Unsundered as penance for the failed Rejoining. Emet-Selch uses Azem's memory crystal to restore a portion of the shard's memories, omitting only that which he believes would inspire her to betray them a second time.

She is appointed a new seat: the Seat of Esmerales. A traveler still, but where once she served as a shepherd, now she is the wolf.

#THIS TOOK SOOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOOOOONG FUCK #i used almost all the time i had in the instance LMFAO #and then i spent forever post-editing oh my god. fuck. jesus christ. #anyway i'm glad it's done forever i'm going to bed #esmerales #emet selch #gpose

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

bruh they did not release coral island ("full" version) without even finishing a main storyline and slapping WIP in your fucking journal 💀💀💀💀💀

#tbd #jesus christ i am baffled #i can't believe i am sitting here at my desk feeling like the most complete game i played this year was the bethesda game #had i known a main fucking quest would end in wip i would not have bought this game what the fuck #why are people so brazenly releasing games like this #for all the shit cyberpunk got at launch at least they bothered to write an ending for the game even if some were cliffhangers #same for starfield at least the game has a fucking ending lmfao #meanwhile bg3 act 3 is unfinished as fuck #and apparently so is this game #bro if there's a 2024 roadmap that better be front and center on your game's steam store page #bc nothing on that front page implies the existence of unfinished shit that is coming next year #it's out of early access and ngl no one should even have to go rooting around for developer updates #bc you slapping the 1.0 there and saying it's out of EA implies that it is finished #it's so deceptive i swear to god. #not everyone backed your kickstarter harold #anyway i am used to this shit from aaa developers but seeing indie devs do it just feels gross

[tomboyyyaoi]

why did drunk me think sober me would appreciate spending an obscene amount of money on gacha as a new years treat

#thank fuck i have a job #new years treat. a hangover and gambling. am i a 40 y/o divorcee suddenly what the fuck #ill live like im very lucky for my job and my pay but jesus christ girl lmfao

[femmemortes]

Guys, playing The Forest has got to be one of the worst-best gaming experiences ever. The ambience is great but that’s what makes it horrible because it’s so dread-including for me. I went in mostly blind and still haven’t got really far and like, you’ll just be minding your own business collecting materials for your base and then suddenly you spot a there’s a effigy with a fucking human head stuck on the top of it and the more you look around the more you see.

So you decide to carry on collecting and then start heading back before it gets too dark. As you’re walking back, what’s that? There’s someone you can see just over that hill, or just on top of that cliff or just across the river/lake or between the trees. Watching you. Sometimes there’s one, sometimes you realise there’s more the more you look, and they’ll keep on watching. No matter where you build your base they will find you.

Genuinely it’s horrifying, my worst fear is being watched and followed by something I don’t know or understand. It’s a thing I feel so horribly deeply and it makes this game 10 times scarier.

#it reminds me of the herobrine myths when they first started before they got super out of hand and unbelievable lmao #like just #watching you #ugh #I’m going to play more because the game is good but Jesus Christ it makes me want to fucking hide in a corner and cry #I really should stream myself playing horror games because I’m such a pussy and it’d be good entertainment LMFAO #The Forest #gaming

[corpsoir]

"Proship dni" "on the side of the fujoshi" inconsistency

found this article for you

#if you SERIOUSLY think that post is serious and IM SERIOUS by reblogging an obvious joke i need you to please go outside #talk to people offline and have a nice meal and learn to love again lmfao #jesus fucking christ #ask

[mamawasatesttube]

you ever wanna make a post but you just KNOW it'll attract the most annoying people on the internet into your notes

#rimi talks #the urge to speak my truth vs the desire not to have to sigh and block people for being annoying on my activity page #its an opinion of the ''not everything is about bruce wayne'' variety so... you know. #eta well i can't make it now i dont want to make two bitchy posts in a row and the ''im not misogynistic for not caring about women!'' guy. #well. HAD to say something about that one. because jesus fucking christ. #like. also. the ''books that have the same quality as the fanfic you're reading'' find better books lmfao skill issue idiot