#the cat is intentionally ugly

[irlwakko]

I would die for Seymour

thank

#are you really a cat owner if you don’t take intentionally ugly photos of them at every opportunity

[shibaraki]

THREE’S A CROWD ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, coworkers/friends to lovers, mutual pining, pro hero shouto, fluff + silliness, a very jealous shouto, PR agent reader, social media, workplace romance, first kisses, getting together

wc: 3k

As he grows older Shouto sometimes regrets picking his given name for heroics.

Call it adolescent laziness, but when he was a teenager it felt like rebellion; carelessly giving away that part of himself just to hear how different it sounded in other people's mouths. If repeated enough he thought the tragic lacquer might chip away piece by piece until his name was anew and no longer an echo of his fathers voice.

But now his bones ache and his work follows him absolutely everywhere. The hours he spends at the agency and at home bleed together, diluted into a single muddied memory. Officially adopting the moniker ‘Icyhot’ has never been so tempting. It would be nice to actually have skin to shed.

These instances of regret are infrequent, though. It may be jarring to have strangers call out to him so casually but he counts it as adequate payoff for his name making a home in your mouth. Who knew a sound could feel like an embrace?

“Shouto!”

When it’s you, hearing his name can only be a good thing. Usually.

He’s helpless to the small smile pulling at his lips as your contagious enthusiasm filters into the otherwise dim room like sunlight. You appear in the doorway to his office, remaining half hidden behind the frame, arms held behind your back and wearing an excited grin of your own.

Having you on the PR team has done wonders for his image, apparently. Employees loved throwing around puns about his cold demeanor being ‘thawed’. Shouto was never intentionally aloof, but he was perceived that way all the same.

When you don’t immediately flounce into his office to bother him he grows suspicious. “What is it?”

Shifting your weight between each foot restlessly, his eyes fall to the soft bottom lip caught between your teeth. You inhale deeply as if bracing for impact before stepping forward, bringing your arms out from behind your back.

And now cradled against your front is… him?

The plushie is atrocious. Two large desolate eyes stare back at him from beneath a bi-coloured felt fringe. Not only is it wearing a tiny version of the UA uniform, there is a pair of pointed cat ears on top of its head—one white and one red. Atleast the scar is on the correct side.

Amidst his judgment you have closed the distance, standing in front of his desk, squeezing the thing tight to your stomach. Shouto swallows down his immediate displeasure and feels ridiculous for it.

Voice tempered, he prompts, “A plush toy?”

Your shoulders relax, thumb rubbing back and forth over the soft fabric in slow, idle motions, “Yes—well, he’s actually a knock off. Technically I shouldn’t have bought it, but I couldn’t resist!”

“It’s ugly”.

“Don’t say that! Just look at him,” brought to your face, squashed up against your cheek, the toy seems to mock him. You laugh warmly, “Isn’t he cute? His head is so big”.

Shouto quickly delegates his attention to the report on his computer screen and begins to highlight random words to distract from the urge to pout. There’s a twisted petulance bubbling in his chest, at odds with the pitter patter of his heart. Ugly as it was, the plush still had his likeness, and you’d called it cute.

“What exactly did you buy it for?”

You shy away from the question slightly with a sudden air of embarrassment, gaze flickering toward his tall office windows to avoid his eyes.

“Well I…” there’s the quiet clearing of your throat, and then stronger, “I thought he would be a fun mascot for the agency. Your supporters would love seeing him in the background of your posts. It might be fun!”

Shouto was no stranger to social media. While he preferred to leave it up to your team and his manager it was a good occasional cure for boredom. Though the concept of having fans is still somewhat foreign to him, his supporters are amusing and vocal in their love; your suggestion is innocent compared to some of the things they’ve sent him. But he can’t disagree—they would have a field day.

There is a pregnant pause before he speaks and it sets you on edge. A pout to your lips, fingers guided to the small UA tie around his counterpart's neck, fiddling with the knot. You’re still avoiding his gaze, giving ample opportunity for him to glare at the toy, who only stares back with empty eyes.

“If Abe-san gives it the okay then I don’t see any harm in it,” he says. Your disposition sparks back to life, hiding your pleased smile behind the oversized head. Football shaped, he thinks blithely. He wants to kick it across Tokyo. And then he wants you to cradle his face instead.

“Thank you Shouto,” you murmur. Unable to see your mouth, the smile is still bright in your eyes. Steeped in honey-thick affection, Shouto resigns himself to fate. Saying no to you was never his strong suit.

He can only hope it’ll be a passing fad.

Those hopes are immediately quashed the following morning. His personal phone pings with a group chat notification on his way to work. Kaminari has sent a link to a twitter poll, along with a series of laughing emojis. Listed are various cat related versions of his name, each battling for the most votes.

Todoneko. Todopurrki. Shoucat? He huffs a quiet laugh. Nekoroki and Catoroki seemed neck and neck, barely a few percentages apart.

Notifications continue to flood in at the top of his screen. He ignores them in favour of clicking onto the profile. Sitting smug in the account’s picture is the plush of him. The image is a close up, taken from below, a purposefully unflattering angle to show the feline ears on it’s head.

It’s clear the page is new. Created today, if he had to guess. The bio reads: ‘employee of the month at Frostfire Agency’ and not much else. There is only one post— a picture taken today in a very familiar place.

??? VOTE ❘ @PawAndOrder : 33 minutes ago

[IMAGE ID: Pro Hero Dynamight angrily baring his teeth at the camera, skin flushed pink and hair pressed damp to his forehead. The Todoroki plush stands precariously on one of many benches in the agency gym behind him, a trademarked red and blue Shouto sweatband stretched over it’s head, school blazer discarded by the weights].

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Shouto snorts and presses the like button. A cute burst of confetti flits around the heart symbol as he imagines you surreptitiously trying to set up the thing behind a volatile pre-workout Bakugo without being chased out of the gym.

He decides against replying. Abe-san has yet to tell him about it and he’d rather not incur his managers wrath so early in the day.

The agency is abuzz upon his arrival. Not outwardly, though. A hushed cacophony of tittering and whispers. The sidekicks greet him as usual as he walks through the main control room towards his office, poorly feigning normalcy. It’s as though the entire agency has gathered; an acting audience to whatever stunt awaits him.

Shouto refuses the urge to bristle. Memories of not quite grasping the interactions around him in those earlier years can sometimes unearth feelings of defensiveness. They mean well. Most people do.

Finding the source of their collective amusement comes sooner rather than later. You haven’t noticed him yet, the roles now reversed. Shouto stands in the doorway, having stepped back to silently watch you work while your guard is down. You’re crouched by his office chair, tongue tucked into the corner of your mouth in concentration, adjusting something currently obstructed from view by his desk.

Shouto never truly learned his own personal touch—he always fell back on tradition. Those habits are reflected around you. The space hadn’t changed much since his predecessor retired; not until you came along. You have the uncanny ability to imbue life wherever you go. Now there were fresh flowers to be replaced every other week. What was once a display case for awards to collect dust in now held digital picture frames. Things nobody would think twice about. There’s even a napkin folded into the shape of a swan that he stole from a gala the night he won the Hero Trailblazer award.

“This is supposed to be your home away from home,” you told him. “You work hard, Shouto! Harder than anyone I know. Allow yourself a little comfort. This place is too…?”

And then you had made a broad, vague gesture with your hands, struggling to find the words, hoping he would fill in the blanks. That was the first time you made Shouto laugh, and the initial push that tipped his heart over the crest, starting an inexorable roll into the unknown. He has yet to find out if you’d be waiting at the bottom.

Your satisfied hum breaks the delicate quiet. The sound makes him smile. Trinkets aside, a room was brighter with you in it.

Lifting his hand, his knuckles rap gently against his open door. You startle, reflexively ducking forward to hide, then peering over the top of his desk. Your eyes meet and he lifts a brow.

“What are you doing?”

Four strides, maybe three. That is all the distance between you and him. Shouto wants to reach down and kiss away that false wide eyed innocence. Part of him wondered if you were aware of it—the profound cord you struck within him. Your fingers always seemed to find it.

“Nothing,” you rise to your feet with phone in hand, you brush off the non existent dirt from your knees and straighten the creases in your shirt. Noticing his deadpan stare, you breathlessly insist, “I wasn’t doing anything weird—this is for work!”

Shouto ducks his chin as he snorts, outgrown bangs slipping forward from behind his ears over his eyes; at an awkward length that never seems to do as he tells it to. “I’m not sure that’s entirely…” he moves to the centre of the room, voice losing strength when he sees his chair. “…True”

Todoroki Shouto doesn’t pout.

“See?” you cross your arms over your chest, looking gratified with his hesitance. “Catoroki is work related. I took a photo for his next post”.

The ugly plush toy is sitting in his seat. Gone is the sweatband and the UA uniform. In the short time between last night and now, you’ve managed to find a doll sized version of his hero costume. You’ve sat it upright on a small cushion facing his computer and placed a pen and an empty pad of paper in it’s lap to make it look as though it is working.

Upon closer inspection, he realises that you’ve even thought to include tiny versions of the first aid equipment hung on his belt.

“Catoroki?” he repeats.

Nodding, you bend to pat it between the ears. “That or ‘Nekoroki’. We aren’t sure which name will win yet. Did you see the poll?”

“My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating since I got here,” Shouto answers, stuck on the gentle stroke of your hand to Catoroki’s grotesque head.

“Oh shit, sorry. Should’ve called before I posted it. I forgot you don’t read your emails in the morning,” you puff up your cheeks apologetically. It’s sweet when you’re sheepish. The pull is a little too strong and he finds himself on the other side of his desk, close enough to poke the swell. Air pushes through puckered lips as it deflates.

“Doesn’t matter,” unable to resist, he subtly activates his ice, breathing a chill into the air, coaxing you into his warm touch for a minute longer than is appropriate. “You were right though. People seemed to like it”.

“Do you?”

“Hm?”

Shouto frowns when you turn away to pick the plush up from his chair. The beady eyes laugh at him from the comfortable spot on your chest. You hold it to him as if it were a baby, asking with playful cadence, “Do you like him?”

Like him?

His nose wrinkles. You don’t seem to appreciate that Shouto is a restrained person. If he weren’t, that plush would have been acquainted with the Earth’s atmosphere the very first time you kissed its ugly velveteen hair.

What is he supposed to say here—‘I don’t like him. Apparently I’m jealous of a stuffed toy’?

He drags his discontentment from Catoroki back to your face and feels his heart seize. The corners of your mouth are slightly downturned, plush bottom lip held between teeth, laughter gleaming in your eyes. Your expression is indelibly fond.

Your finger pokes at his chest, firm and accusing. It restarts his heart, which only seems to quicken. “I knew it”.

Playing dumb is a skill Shouto has refined since early adolescence—

He blinks and intones monotonously, “Knew what?”

—but this is you; who sees through every facade and hears every note. You know him better than most, more than you realise. With you he feels gossamer thin, light like a hollow marrowed bird. It’s equal parts frightening and comforting.

So when you grin at him and say, “You’re jealous of Catoroki, aren’t you?” the panic dwindles into gentle sea foam hemming his ribs.

Heat crawls up his neck and into his cheeks, the innate prickling of his quirk rising to the surface as his emotions swell. “No,” he lies, unconvincingly. It’s about the principle of it.

“Ah,” you walk your fingers up his sternum with a disappointed hum. “That’s too bad then”.

You have never touched him this casually before, with such intent. The air around you distorts. Shouto exhales a breath of steam and spine tingling laughter spills from your lips. Drawn to the sound, his movement pushes you back against his desk, and you lean on the edge with your legs parted to allow him closer. His eyes are wide, he’s sure. Caught between awe and disbelief, his hand resting on your hip like a bird on a wire, ready to flee if need.

“Shouto. Please,” you murmur, and it feels incipient. It feels like you’re at the bottom of a steep drop waiting to catch him. Your nose bumps his cheek, nuzzling at the old scar tissue there, breathing in each other in a moment of eager suspension.

He swallows. “Was that a ‘hurry up, please’ or a ‘go away, please’?”

A warm breath of laughter ghosts his lips. And for all his dithering, you are the one to kiss him. Cautious at first. He can taste your toothpaste, and it reminds him that the day has barely started. He presses firmer. Closer. Smooths over your waist as your fingers thread into the hair at his nape, enamoured by how soft you feel. Shouto shivers, dissolves like spun sugar, parting the seam of his lips to gently lick into your mouth, kept tethered by the too-corporeal cotton lump lodged between your bodies.

“I lied,” he rasps desperately as you pull away all too soon, like he hoped admitting it would bring you back. You meet his eyes, pupils dilating in the yawning sunlight as it stretches across his office. “I was jealous”.

“Yeah, I know,” you kiss his lips again, once, with some finality; it’s all teeth, both of you unable to keep from smiling.

“You were obvious”.

Catoroki <;ΦωΦ>! ❘ @PawAndOrder : 1 minute ago

[IMAGE ID: Pro Hero Deku holding the Todoroki plush, staring at it tearfully with a beaming grin. Beside him is Pro Hero Ingenium, who is squinting thoughtfully at the plush toy with his helmet held under his arm. Sitting petulantly in the back is Pro Hero Shouto, hunched over a bowl of cold soba and pouting].

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#bnha x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader

[buckttommy]

i've been thinking about this ever since i watched the episode, but nothing will Ever highlight how incompatible rick/lori were more than watching rick/michonne together. because, like. he doesn't just... love her, right. like. yes he does love her, but he doesn't just say it. he romances her. truly. just... takes repeated, dedicated time to woo her properly even (and especially!) when they're already together. and there's something so genuine, so adoring and committed about that. and it's not just in towl either. he gets her ugly decorative cats, and he presses words of affirmation into her skin, and he's so devoted to loving her properly, it just makes me marvel at the absolute boredom of pre-apocalypse rick/lori. and the thing is, i don't even think he was a bad husband to her!! he tried so hard and she was a (great character but a) terrible wife!! but like. meeting / marrying michonne just awoke something so deep and romantic inside of him, i feel fully confident in saying that if lori could see him now, he would be completely unrecognizable to her. not even (only) because of the trauma. like she truly got the worst version of him, and the version she got was pretty damn good. it's just, like. ugh. like the love between rick and michonne runs so deep, it's fundamentally changed who they are and how they love and how dedicated they are to loving intentionally and that just. makes me. so insane. like god the power of good love i'm ill !!!!

#anyways #jack.txt #tv: the walking dead: the ones who live #tv: the ones who live #richonne

[ummmlife]

Because you asked for it!!! literally no one ever asked for this

here are my...

Nanami Kento headcanons

Warnings!; none... maybe mention of nsfw?

My man here is fucking blind, like, he needs glasses to read. He also has prescription sunglasses, and has more than those ugly glasses he wears.

Started buying Rolex watches when he worked as a salaryman. He simply saw a man with a fancy watch one day and said "Oh, I want one of those".

Although he's a foodie, he often skips his meals, not intentionally though.

Has a great collection of alcohol in his home, that's not a surprise for anyone, yeah. But Nanami also owns a small barista kit to make cocktails.

He's not a virgin but the last time he had sex with someone was a month before leaving his salaryman job. Poor man.

Calling him "daddy" won't have any effect in him. He will probably be confused if you call him "daddy" like ??? why are you calling him father?

Now, if you call him "husband" or dirty talk to him like a good housewife (even if you're not a woman), gurl, he'll go feral.

Also, Nanami really wants to get married. The whole idea of being a family man and have his own spouse and children makes him happy.

He's cancer, duh.

Cry baby, also.

Nanami usually bottles up all his emotions to simply lay down on his bed at night and cry himself to sleep.

Unless you are not his partner, you won't see his clingy side. Nanami is needy, he needs to give and receive a lot of love.

He's the kind of man that sleeps all curled up with his partner, the more physical contact there is, the better.

Don't forget that he's a millennial. Nanami can't start his day without a coffee.

Yeah, he likes Harry Potter and shit.

His Instagram is: 8 post, 6 of them are about food.

He's more active on twitter tho, but not like you think. He uses twitter as his second newspaper.

Nanami seems like a very correct man who listens to classical music all the time, but we all know he's an emo at heart. But he also enjoys bossa nova a lot.

Since his grandpa is danish, he knows like 10 words in danish.

He's not blond, he started dying his hair when he was recruited into jujutsu high. Surprisingly, his hair is in a very healthy state.

Yeah, he knows how to dye hair.

Nanami had a lot of intrusive thoughts, some of those makes him very afraid of his own mind.

Only watch weird philosophical movies from unknown european directors... Unless you find him on a sunday's night watching the most cheesy romcom you've ever heard about.

He also reads manga, but occasionally. Probably likes something like Golden Kamuy or Vagabond.

His favorite sport is baseball.

He once tried pilates (Gojo's recommendation)... never more.

Loves edging himself when he has to relieve stress

Has a lot of plants, all in perfect health.

If his partner gets pregnant, he will ask to try breastmilk... Why? I dunno, he's probably curious.

His favorite position is missionary, boring af, but he likes to see his partner's face when they cum.

If he's in a relationship, don't expect him to jerk off. Even when he was single didn't jerk off unless he was incredibly horny, the plus of a relationship is that he will ask his partner to make love together to ease his human needs.

Likes cats more than dogs for pets, but he'll definitely have fishes or a turtle if he can.

Very sensitive, with everything in general. Textures, noises, flavors. If there's something that overstimulates his senses, he will have a bad day.

That's why he buys one specific brand of condoms and also 99% cotton everything that has fabric on it.

Very clean for the same reasons, he can't stand visual noise.

Nanami also cleans his home spiritually. Does he believes in that? Not necessarily, but it feels his home cleaner.

Loves being kissed on his forehead and jaw.

Also likes the sensation of being protected, he's always protecting people but he likes also to feel safe and cared.

If you ask him to wear a skirt, with a bit of struggle, will agree.

Has never tried anything sexual like bdsm or something like that. Just the basic 4 positions of sex.

Nanami is just a sweet guy who only shows his cute side when he's comfortable enough with his loved one.

That's all for now!

#jjk nanami #nanami kento #kento nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami headcanon #. bibi's writing

[noellevanious]

🔥

Fortnite in general but specifically "Furry" fortnite shit like Meowskulls is garbage and not worth anybodys time

(spurred on by this showing up on my twitter tl 👇)

(Giant essay below the cut)

Meow Skulls, and any other fortnite shit, is marketing grossness, and while I don't take issue with people liking them per say... You can do better

Like.... sure actual talented artists may be behind their designs. But Fortnite is the most "Profit-first" videogame experience ever and just reeks of Bad Vibes from how it perpetuated the Battle Pass, Rotating Window Shop, and other FOMO-Focused garbage, to how blatantly Target-Demographic-Focused its cosmetics are, and always have been, with nary a hint of artistic pride or creativity behind them.

I recommend watching this 👆 video to get a good idea of how disgusting everything about Fortnite is and has been, once you pull away the Thin Veneer of a Live-Service Product.

There is nary a creative leaf in the Barren, Desert Wasteland that is Epic's Live Service Media Franchise Fortnite: Battle Royale, and the way it has somehow seemed to grab a small but vocal minority of Furry culture, and pretty intentionally dress up its pure Profit-driven Business Model into a sort of facsimile of a parasocial relationship via the Meow Skulls character disappoints me.

Also, separating myself from all of the above Radicalization and "Fuck Capitalism and Fuck Products" rhetoric - I think both Meow skulls characters are ugly and boring. A 5 year old's drawing of any cat has more personality, appeal, and charm than either of those characters.

[esther-dot]

Idk how attractive jon is supposed to be but he has the stark look and sansa has a thing for the stark look, i mean look at waymar and loras, their descriptions match jon's exactly. Sansa's opinion at the end of the day>>>

I love Sansa’s Waymar and Loras crushes! So cute! I kinda think a good part of what attracts Sansa to any given guy is the romantic notions she can attach to them, not strictly their physical appearance? So while I certainly agree with the Jon and Waymar parallels and think martin intentionally wrote similarities between Jon and her crushes, I believe her romanticized view of knight was a factor as well. Personally, I wish Martin talked about Sansa’s body/ how beautiful she is a lot less, so this isn't a topic I enjoy discussing, but the convo kicked off because of a poll and here’s a screenshot of my totally unremarkable tags:

And here’s what an angry Jon fan posted because they didn’t like the tags on the poll:

They go on to criticize other tags by Sansa fans/Jonsas, but mine were based on specific lines from the books because the question wasn’t vibes but canonical beauty, and it so happens, these are lines I am very fond of because I love NedCat:

And was it really such a terrible thing, to want a pretty wife? She remembered her own childish disappointment, the first time she had laid eyes on Eddard Stark. She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together. And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's solemn face. (ASOS, Catelyn V)

It’s a beautiful passage with a lovely sentiment, so I take exception to classifying this as petty fandom shit when there was nothing intentionally insulting behind what I said, I just think Cat's thoughts about a man she dearly loves were pertinent. Also, Jon’s Stark looks are a big R+L=J clue which is teased a lot in AGOT so it’s intentional and important:

The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son. "What are you reading about?" he asked. (AGOT, Tyrion II)

Martin described Jon’s face the same way he does Ned’s here, although the point was ha ha! he has the Stark look not because of his father but because of his mother, Lyanna.

Jon had their father's face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. (AGOT, Arya I)

Arya heard and whirled around, glaring. "I don't care what you say, I'm going out riding." Her long horsey face got the stubborn look that meant she was going to do something willful. (AGOT, Sansa I)

Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. (AGOT, Sansa I)

"Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her." (AGOT, Arya II)

Now, Ned goes on to say Lyanna is beautiful so a lot of fans really emphasize that and say it means Jon and Arya are/will be attractive, and maybe! It doesn't bother me for people to read it that way, but if you look at the other uses of long face in ASOIAF, or the Stark look, I think it indicates, it's not particularly attractive, and one might even say, it's unremarkable. I didn’t say ugly, its simply unexceptional imo. Obviously the horsey face/horse faced stuff is an insult so we don't have to take that to be a neutral assessment, but I don't think it actually means pretty either, not when you look at how it's used elsewhere.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if Jon is handsome or not because we all were supposed to have already learned that what matters is who he is, not his face. So, while I have no investment in how attractive/unattractive these characters are, I imagine that Jon being Jon is what will make Sansa fall for him, not how pretty he is. Something that might sound kinda like this:

I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's Jon's solemn face

#jonsa #nedcat #r+l=j #book jon #dot chat #discourse #< for filtering

[margle]

the bowling episode & cat in the wall meta (deetress)

I think bowling is a turning point for dee. we got an insight into her mind and how significantly dennis affects her. importantly, she managed to defeat him. but rather than her victory being centred, as it previously would be, on her relationship with the gang, when she turns around, they arent there. she is unable to define her victory by their response. obviously this is painful for her, but it also demonstrates that she can now win without the gang's support. only the waitress was still there for her. the waitress, imo, represents a new path for dee. not away from the gang, because obviously that will never happen, but someone to rely on. her equivalent to mac and dennis or charlie and frank.

in mac and dennis break up, dee is shown to be the only member of the gang without someone to rely on. and so the episode about 'twosomes' and frienship ends with her alone, stuck in the wall. I think dee has been 'stuck in the wall' for a long, long time. obviously she is friends with the gang. but, charlie for example, can take being badly treated by mac for an episode and be fine because he has frank to rely on. even though mac and dennis have a more rocky relationship, they have never permanently left each other. in comparison, dee is badly treated by them but has no one to back her up. this must hurt for her because dennis is her twin, the one person who should be always on her side. and he is, in a way, but she must also battle against him. this season expanded upon her and frank's relationship, but he will always prefer charlie to her - the only one he thinks of as his child.

therefore dee is stuck in an odd group. she is 'stuck in the wall'. I think the waitress could be the only one to save her and get her out of the wall. the waitress, despite calling her ugly, stood up for dee against dennis. she chose dee against the man she once would do anything for. in that moment, dee had someone to rely on. the waitress also, similarly to the ireland episodes, represented her foil. she effortlessly stood up to dennis, whereas dee couldn't. she bested him physically (he literally broke his hand, numbers dont count) whereas dee couldn't. the waitress, perhaps, represents what dee needs most.

the reason they can start a new relationship as a (potential) 'twosome' is because the episode also marks a turning point for the waitress. the shift of her character from charlie's love interest/victim to dee's foil started in the ireland episodes. she manages to get the acting gig, pulls dee out of the bog and then sinks in her place, essentially unwillingly sacrificing herself for dee. their relationship was still harmful in the ireland episodes - they were taking from each other. but their mutuality was imo cemented in the bowling episode.

charlie is intentionally written as distracted and uninterested during his matches with the waitress. he talks to her casually, bothers her a bit but benignly, and runs off as soon as he can in order to do something else off screen. he now has his own life, off screen, away from her. in the same way she always had her own life separate from him. they are finally equal. I think this shows how the waitress isnt a significant part of charlie's life anymore.

on a meta level, the waitress is present in the episode because of her plot with dee, not because of a plot point with charlie. she is also willingly there and organised it herself, rather than being stalked or kidnapped or randomly showing up in ireland as if her life centres around the gang (which we know is not true). more importantly, if the gang hadnt intervened, dee would have spent time with the waitress without them. they have carved a space away from the gang together (even though dee was pushy about it). their relationship doesn't only exist within the context of charlie anymore.

the waitress has flourished with this change. she doesnt drink throughout the episode, has the funds to organise a bowling team, has friends, is making bowling shirts and is clearly working out (the kick). she is miles apart from where she was during charlie and dee find love.

bowling is proof that the waitress doesnt have to be stuck in her cycle of sobriety and addiction. she has successfully severed herself from charlie. charlie, along with her drinking, was a product of the stagnancy present in all sitcoms. no matter what happened in an episode, he would always keep stalking her and she would always start drinking again. but iasip has proved that its characters can transform (mfhp). and so I think her friendship with dee could be proof of a new direction for her. similarly, dee has been stagnant and 'stuck in the wall' since the show's beginning. she hasn't had anyone to pull her out. but the waitress, by standing up for her against dennis, is proof that this can change for her. dee can look outside of the gang, and have someone to rely on.

they can free each other.

#iasip #iasip analysis #dee reynolds #dee reynolds meta #the cat in the wall #Idk if anyone has done cat in the wall meta for dee #but she was literally the one stuck in the wall at the end!! #deetress #the gang goes bowling #the waitress #I have so many thoughts about this so please please respond if you have anything to say #sunnyblr #always sunny

[devildomwriter]

Ugly Christmas Sweater Party Headcanons

Lucifer

• He will only go out in an intentionally ugly sweater if it’s for a specific purpose like an ugly sweater party or ugly Christmas sweater day at RAD (of course Diavolo made it a thing)

• He considers bright colors and tacky lights to be ugly so he wears something along those lines and it even drives him insane

• He will make himself as hidden as possible throughout the day unless there’s an award option in which case his pride wouldn’t let him lose

Mammon

• He thinks it’s funny so although he usually prides himself of “cool fashion” he jumps on board the ugly Christmas sweater train

• His is a green fluffy sweater with Christmas lights and a squirrel stuffie attached to the shoulder

• Naturally he names the squirrel and to cure boredom he’ll talk to the squirrel “did ya hear that Nutty? Guys full of crap.”

Leviathan

• He doesn’t consider it ugly but just wears an anime sweater

• Will probably get offended if someone says he did a good job because he feels it’s an insult to the anime character who is “a goddess”

• Don’t vote for his sweater as an ugly Christmas sweater he will either cry or get really mad and summon Lotan there is no third option

Satan

• He wears a personalized Christmas sweater that says “Cat Dad” and he attached a bunch of cat stuffed animals to it

• They all have names (after the cats he knows and one after you “the cutest one”)

• He finds the sweater adorable and not at all ugly but there’s no way he’d leave the house wearing it otherwise

Asmodeus

• He can make anything beautiful and every is ugly in comparison to him so he dies the only natural thing he can think of

• He buys a knitted sweater and attached a small mirror to it therefor making whoever appears in the mirror the reason it’s an ugly Christmas sweater

• He keeps asking Mammon to look into the mirror and it’s pissing Mammon off

Beelzebub

• The first rule was not to wear anything with patterns relating to food

• He and Belphie wanted to match and decided to buy a two person pull-over sweat shirt

• Now Belphie can sleep with his head on beel’s shoulder and Beel can use his hidden arm to carry Belphie around

Belphegor

• Belphegor didn’t want to compete in the ugly sweater contest so decided to wear whatever Beel was going to wear

• Beel couldn’t decide either so they chose to buy a two person sweater leaving each with just one functional arm

• Belphegor loved this because it meant he could fall asleep on Beel but he ends up with a lot of crumbs on his face

Solomon

• Solomon thinks the human trend of ugly Christmas sweater is hilarious and knows exactly what he’s going to wear

• He wears a sweater with a pocket the shape of a stocking that feet’s one wine bottle inside it so he can sip it through a straw at the party

• Lucifer wishes he’d done that and keeps eyeing solomon which solomon mistakes as a sign he wants to talk and annoys Lucifer throughout the party

Thirteen

• She didn’t want to leave her cave in anything ugly but decided to when she saw everyone else was doing the same thing

• She wants to be fun and funny so her sweater has Solomon on it that lights up like it’s being electrocuted whenever she presses the hidden button

• She’s angry Solomon thinks it’s a cool idea

Simeon

• Simeon thinks it’s a hilarious idea but also feels he’s being mean to call someone’s sewing job ugly so it takes him a while

• He wears a sweatshirt based of the ELF movie with a narwhal saying “I hope you find your dad buddy” he does this intentionally knowing everyone is either not in the same realm as their dad, doesn’t have a dad, or is estranged from their dad

• He asks everyone to read it, Lucifer especially and his sweet smile isn’t fooling anyone

Raphael

• He decides to make his own but doesn’t know what people consider ugly so asks Asmodeus who only made things more complicated

• He decides to buy a sweater instead with a reindeer with antlers sticking out that you can toss rings onto (he didn’t know this and was confused and defensive when people threw bands and rings at him)

• No one successfully lands a ring on the antlers as he instinctively catches everything

Luke

• Luke loves the idea and asks you for help picking it out

• He decides to embrace the Chihuahua joke for one night hoping it’ll pay off and wears a sweater with a chihuahua on the front. When you press its nose it starts yapping loudly

• He gets more head pats than he bargained for and “yaps” louder than the sweater

Mephistopheles

• Normally would not be caught dead in anything considered ugly but you and Diavolo are there so he goes along with it

• His sweater has the grinch on it asking if it’s jolly enough

• Everyone seems to think it’s the perfect sweater for him but he doesn’t realize this and just thinks they’re complimenting his fashion sense

Barbatos

• This man will do anything Diavolo asks so when Diavolo wanted to throw an ugly Christmas sweater party, he naturally agreed

• His sweater just has rats depicted on it, he will not look at his own sweater but he wanted to prove his dedication to the meaning of the party

• He suddenly finds that this sweater seems to frighten the rats and used it to his advantage later on

Diavolo

• Diavolo was so amused by the idea an ugly Christmas sweater party that he decided to throw one and invited everyone he could think of

• He decides to wear a sweater that says “Get Lit” and has a reindeer that lights up and emits jingle bells music

• He’s so entertained by his own sweater that he keeps pressing the music button to hear the song jingle bells blare over and over again

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me 25 days of christmas #25 days of obey me christmas #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen #funny obey me

[quartergremlin]

avatar live action first impressions:

i like the sets!

i dont really like the cgi bemdimg, but it's not egregiously bad either. I don't like the pacing of the starting fight, and the earthvemdimg is missing that good ome-two pumch, but it's something that if it hadn't already been pointed out to me, I probably wouldn't have noticed.

i also like the idea of small-scale resistance of the earth kingdom (besides jet, jet was framed as an outlier). I appreciate that out of everyone who lost their homes and their families and their livelihoods, there were more options in the earth kingdom than 1: moving somewhere else and hope it doesn't happen again or 2: ve rich and stick your head in the same. oh this is im the past nevermind-

that is some pretty impressive costuming! however. that fake beard. jesus.

i do like the "avatar stairs" that seems like. the shittiest place to spend eternity. Hope you didn't ignore leg day when you were alive. Are they allowed to sit down?

i dont know if I like the fact that aang is the only one flying around or not. probably a sound decision. that many fake flying people in the background.... yeah this is for the better.

i also like how the war is framed in the past outside of aang's perspective. As a kid, it would have seemed like,, the war just happened one day. "The fire nation attacked".

HES TWELVE!!! HES SO TIMY!!!! 😭

aamg just. taking some time instead of intentionally running away is. a choice. that will have some repercussions for his character. but I trust we all understand that without me writing a dissertation about it.

that guy: im a monk, but... 💨💨💥

that said I was prepared for monk gyatso to suck all of the air out of the room in a desperate final stand, but whatever. it's fine. that was fan speculation anyway. makes sense they didn't think that hard about it and just did a regular fight.

zuko keeping tiny avatar statues! i do love and understand that.

so if I'm getting this right:

aang never ran away. so any guilt related to him doing so ever. is just. fake! yes that guilt would still be there, but without like. an actual purposeful action that aang took, the answer is always going to be that he "didn't mean to". He was going to be the avatar (he was going back), but he got caught up in the storm. It was an accident. Where is the arc?

sokka has no misogyny arc, so he's p much right about everything ever. Still doesn't care about bending, but he's being reasonable about the responsibility that they have to their home. He's going to keep doing that for the entire series herding these kids like cats. is the plan to just. have him respect Katara's bending and that's it? Where is the arc?

Katara. since sokka is like. a reasonable guy and not just telling katara to go do some "women's work" what little anger she has is less justified. it feels like she's been de-fanged in response. my least favorite thing in a female character. Sokka shouts her down and she's just. fine with that. upset about it, yeah. but where's the anger, the passion? she was trying to get the boat and duped it up. The problem here is her lack of experience. not lack of control. Where is the arc?

Takeaway: i'll give it a three. I've watched worse things. But the misunderstanding of characters pisses me off and im not sure if I want to stick around to see if they get it together. if I stop, it will probably be because I got bored. Mismanaged pacing is the real killer if it's not ugly as sin.

#avatar the last airbender #/AMD/ THEY KILLED KATARA'S AGEMCEY WTF #there is somethimg so small as a character /decidimg/ to go imstead of veimg forced to that cam make amd vreak shit

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

Glorious Purpose?

Summary: Mobius had intentionally shown the frames of your conversation when he was being held captive by SHIELD. What did he intend with that? Meaningless sentimentalism? Or to introduce something else, something more?

Pairing: Loki x Stark!Reader

Warning: a bit of angst, spoilers of Loki (series), swearing

Word Count: 3072

A/N: yes' i'm random that way lol, had this idea doing my late night maladaptive daydreaming, thank you very much. English is not my first language! Any typos or something, let me know.

One of the sharpest pains he'd ever felt, and it wasn't even physical. 

Loki rewinds the video, looking at Frigga, his mother — even if he denied eventually in the future, the woman was still his mother —, lying on the floor. Dead. By his own intercession. He could feel his eyes watering up, his breath trembling. Was Mobius right? Would this actually happen, as it did every time in every single timeline? Moreover… Was all of the hatred for Thor worth it?

He fast-forwarded to another scene, lifting an eyebrow when he recognized someone in one of the frames.

You.

But it was you! You fought against him in New York, with the Avengers, developing some powers after being touched with the sceptre on SHIELD's giant flying device. Stark's daughter. He recalled how curious he was about the young woman, suspicious of what she could be. 

Of course, there hasn't been an Infinity Witch in over a millennia, as he learned the Sorcerers of the earth had been avoiding the birth of a new one for centuries. He remembered how the power of the Tesseract threw you over the balcony of that ugly Stark building, only for you to come back seconds later, a mist of an electric blue glow flowing around you. He could feel your suddenly powerful aura in his bones; all of his body hair bristled like a giant cat, and he couldn't help stare at you in absolute awe. You'd already been affected by the sceptre, now another stone had built up your power. 

Mobius had intentionally shown the frames of your conversation when he was being held captive by SHIELD. What did he intend with that? Meaningless sentimentalism? Or to introduce something else, something more? You both were in a small ship with Thor and Jane Foster.

He kept watching when you talked about the loss of your mother in labour, and how Stark had sent you somewhere called England until the age of seven, when you were expelled from a boarding school for building a bomb and exploding the chemistry lab. You laughed at the memory, and he admired how youthful the sound was; how your eyes gleamed, and you slightly blushed. You didn't seem to regret your mischief. That pleased him. 

"I'm so sorry about Frigga, Loki. She seemed to be a remarkable woman" your voice felt like velvet, and he could tell you were being sincere.

"Why?" He inquired, his voice sounding slightly annoyed. "Why are you sorry? You didn't even know her."

He was deflecting again. Feelings were never his forte. Feeling was… a waste of time. A distraction. 

You stared at him with patience, sighing.

"A loss is a loss. You seem to love her very much, I can’t even imagine losing my dad, it would drive me nuts. It pains me to see you hurting. Thus, she showed nothing but kindness to me, even when your f… Odin kept a harsh demeanour due to his suspicions." You corrected yourself in a haste, knowing how it would infuriate him to call Odin his father. He appreciated your gesture in silence, staring at the mountains while the wind messed up his hair. 

The scene changed. Thor pulled him over to his side, leaving you with Jane Foster slightly behind. You all seemed to be trailing along a vast desert. Svartalfheim. The land of the dark elves.

"What are you planning, Loki?" He interrogated, pulling him by his armour like chastising a child. "Y/n is a good woman. She doesn't deserve to be a tool for your dirty affairs."

He watched as himself laughed, but his eyes were perplexed. Thor would never trust him. 

"Nourns, brother… We were simply having a conversation. You're not jealous, are you? Must you always take all the good toys to yourself?" He provoked, his silver tongue sharp as a blade. He watched as Thor clenched his fists, waiting for the impact, but it never came. Instead, the blonde sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

"You both seem to share a strong connection ever since the battle of New York. I saw the way your stare longed for her when we used the Tesseract to return to Asgard." He halted, searching for words. "I mean it when I say she's a good woman. Do not fail her, brother."

The present Loki lifted his eyebrows in surprise, watching as his future self seemed to be pondering at Thor's words. Therefore, Thor was favourable to whatever was going on between the two of you… interesting.

He fast-forwarded again. His corpse was on the ground. You wept, hugging his body and begging him to wake up. Thor held your shoulder, also crying. The scene cuts to the throne room; Odin offering Thor the throne of Asgard, him denying it. Once he leaves, a voice comes from the shadows, your voice. Odin's form changes back; it was actually Loki.

"I hope you know what you're doing" you allowed yourself to be seen, raising an eyebrow once you realised how surprised future Loki seemed to be. "Really? A mere illusion? I'm the lady of infinity, you really thought I bought that little show of yours?"

"So you didn't truly mourn me? Were those tears as false as my death itself?"

You chuckled, crossed arms. You seemed more confident, powerful. Instantly, present Loki knew you had absorbed the powers of another infinity stone.

"You're incorrigible, Loki. Or should I say Your Majesty?"

"So, what happens now, milady? Are you going to try to stop me? Play hero as you did in Midgard?"

You seemed to consider your choices for a moment, poking your chin with the index finger.

"Actually, I think this could be good for you. Being king, learning some virtues for a change. I just hope you'll be a benevolent one. Asgard deserves it after the last events. Deal?" You lifted your chin, impetuous, looking even more dashing. "I'll be watching you closely, Loki. Don't make me regret this decision. And promise me Odin's going to be fine."

"I promise, Y/n." He simply stated, his lips curling in a satisfied smile, one you gladly reciprocated. "Promise one thing in return, milady?"

"Don't push it, god of mischief" you jested. "Name it".

He stepped closer, lifting his hand to place a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Promise me you will watch me. Closely."

Present Loki couldn't help to smirk at the scene, appreciating the way your lips were ajar and the glow in your eyes. You allowed yourself to delight in his touch, nuzzling his hand like a kitten, and he wanted to find you pathetic, however, he simply could not. As confusing as it all was, he knew him. He wasn't trying to manipulate you. He was being sincere, he wanted you close.

"Loki…" you sighed, and the way you said his name, like a longing prayer, awoke something lost a long time ago inside him. His eyes fluttered and, for a few seconds, he couldn't catch his breath. 

The frame changed again. This time, Thor and you were in Asgard, arguing with Odin, who probably was still him. Thor threw Mjolnir, forcing him to stay in the hammer's way, since Odin had the power to stop it at his will. You lifted your hand, your eyes glowing yellow, and Thor released him right before the hammer could collide against him, staggering, right at the moment Loki changed back to his form. You had used the power of the mind stone to stop Thor from hurting him, watering eyes as you stared at the blonde.

Thor looked shocked, staring back at you with disbelief in his eyes.

"You knew, did you not? You knew all along and you did nothing to stop him!" He seemed hurt, betrayed. For a moment, Loki pitied him; however, he couldn't help to notice you took his side instead of Thor's. "I thought you could be a good influence on him, Stark, but you are as mischievous and untrustworthy as such." 

"Thor, please. I can explain" your voice cracked as you tried to avoid the tears that rolled free through your face. "I… I…"

"I don't wish to hear it! There's no possible explanation for this treachery! You said I was your best friend, and yet you betrayed me. You betrayed Asgard."

"I love him, Thor!" You sobbed, and Loki's heart skipped a beat. You held your chest, trying to catch your breath, and future Loki looked astonished at your words.

The scene changed again. Odin calls Thor and him his sons. You stare at the scene from afar with a knowing smile, hugging your body for comfort. Remember this place, Odin says. Home. He vanishes in a whirl of golden sand, gone. 

Another scene. Thor (with shorter hair?) states he thought the world of him, and how they thought they were going to fight side by side forever. Loki's heart softened at his brother's words, tears streaming down his face. For the first time, he felt as his equal. His sibling. Not a threat to be exterminated.

Another scene. All of you standing on the Bifrost with a Valkyrie, and you glowed so much your feet barely touched the ground, the air sparking with so much power. You smiled, raising your arms.

"Meet your demise, goddess of death."

The scene changes again. Thor says maybe he's not so bad after all, calls him brother. Thanks him. Another frame, and future Loki is holding you by your waist, smiling like he never did.

"You know, I really wish to promote my dad to grandfather. And Thor to uncle. I think one day we should think about that." You jested, stealing a peck of his lips with a sly grin. Little minx. Present Loki couldn't avoid a chuckle, his eyes teary. It's amazing how intimate both of you look, and he wished there were more scenes from before... Or was it after, since he hadn't lived it yet?

"I think, at least for a while, the world could not handle one more Loki or Y/n Stark, dearest."

"Gosh, I believe you're right. Forget about the world, we wouldn't be able to handle it."

Another scene. He stood in front of Thanos himself. The Infinity gauntlet was around your throat and, in his mind, you were begging him to escape. 

"I can handle it. I can beat him, but not with you here. Please, Loki. Just go."

He tried to stab Thanos, but the Mad Titan easily blocked him with the power of the gauntlet, releasing you on the ground. He then held future Loki by his throat, and he watched himself start to struggle.

"Undying?" Thanos mocked. "You should choose your words more carefully."

"Please! Please! I'll go with you, I'll do anything you ask of me, but please! Spare him!" You begged, crawling to the Titan's foot, undignified, desperate. 

"You… will never be… a god" his strained voice threw one last shot.

A loud crack. Your pained screams filling the air. You and Thor hugging his lifeless body, just as the Mad Titan grabs you by the hair, teleporting elsewhere, leaving Loki unsure of your destiny. He watched as the ship exploded, unsure if Thor survived either.

The tape ended, as did his life. Just like that. End of file. End of the great Loki Laufeyson, with his bloody glorious purpose. 

A dry laughter echoed through the room and, for a moment, he didn't realise it came from himself. Glorious purpose. 

"What's so funny?" A voice came from behind. It was the woman from TVA, the one that caught him. 

Things escalated quickly, the physical altercation taking it's toll. He stole the device that kept resetting him from Mobius earlier, and found the perfect opportunity to use it. He put it around her neck, resetting at his own will, over and over again just to spite her and, when it ceased being funny, finally getting rid of her.

"This way! Bring her." Agitated voices echoed across the hall outside. "This one was hard to get. Surely will be pruned as soon as possible."

"She seems alright" another voice replied, probably the other guard.

"She took out almost the entire unit by herself. Never trust a pretty face, they're usually the most dangerous types."

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" Your voice echoed through the hall, and Loki's heart skipped a beat. "Don't worry fellas, I ain't doing shit. I'm tired of fighting."

Loki ran to the door, leaving it ajar and being able to see you. You looked almost the same as the frames; your hair was longer, and you had some new scars to show, but in spite of that, the same. 

"Y/n" he called before he could stop himself, standing by the door. You turned your head so quickly he feared you would get a sprained neck, your tired eyes glistening with tears. You tried to reach him, suddenly forgetting you were trapped, but one of the guards began to warn the others. 

Bad choice. Your eyes looked like helfire and, with ease, you knocked both of them to the ground, pruning them with one of the batons. Loki was astonished. You were something else; like a Valkyrie, a true fighter, a warrior. Imposing, dangerous. You turned to him, assessing with your eyes, only to throw your arms around his shoulders, hiding your face on his neck. Loki was taken slightly aback; he wasn't much used to physical displays of tenderness. You realised how stiff he felt, and it took a moment for you to understand what was wrong. Your eyes fell tired again, and suddenly, you looked much older than you really were. 

"Ah… You're not my Loki, are you?" You caressed his cheek with a sorrowful expression that pained him. The meaning behind those words, the sentiment, he could practically taste them in his tongue, like a bitter piece of a once sweet fruit. "Forgive me. I… I keep forgetting about the multiverse."

"I have seen you before, have I not?" He recalled, just before he snatched the Tesseract, he had a glimpse of the you of the Future Loki's timeline. Nourns, that was confusing. "You were trying to get the Tesseract. Why? You already had it, the avengers stole it from me."

"We didn't steal, you twat. It was SHIELD's, if someone actually stole it, it was you." You replied, but there were no emotions in your voice, no anger, or resentment. Nothing. You sighed, raising your head to look at him once more. "You look exactly the same. You don't know, do you?"

Loki looked around the hall, wondering if guards were coming for them. He pulled you back to the room he was in, shutting the door and placing a chair so no one would open it. 

"I know… I know enough" he kept the part about the two of you out. "I've seen my end. Pray tell, what happens after that? And how are you here?"

You sat on the table, staring at your knees.

"After you died, Thanos took me to collect the other gems, keeping me away from them so I couldn't absorb their power. I located the rest of them. He killed his own daughter to avoid me from getting close to the soul stone. I managed to escape when Stephen Strange opened a portal to send me to Wakanda, a city back on earth, where his army was attacking, so I could help protect Vision, since he had the last gem. Once Thanos came to take it, I managed to get close to the gauntlet, absorbing the power of the remaining stones. However, it was a bit too much for a few minutes, it made me vulnerable. The stones fought to corrupt me, and Thor tried to stop him, but he successfully snapped his fingers and fulfilled his plan. It was too much power, I couldn't… I didn't…"

You stopped for a moment, blinking away tears. Loki waited patiently in silence. 

"We found Thanos a few days after that, but I knew it wouldn't matter anymore. So I wouldn't be able to revert what he did, he destroyed the gems right after he escaped. I could feel my power being drained at each stone he destroyed. By the time we found him, there was nothing left. Thor killed him. We had lost, and shamefully. Half of our friends were gone, half of all life. It took us five years to actually come up with a plan to reverse his doings, to gather stones from other timelines, bring them to ours so I could regain my powers and bring everybody back. And so did we. An error in calculation, and we lost Natasha. But the stones were there. I absorbed them with the fear of being taken by them once more, drunk with power, but it didn't happen. I snapped my finger, and it was incredibly damaging to me." 

You showed some of your scars. 

"It's an unbelievable source of power, Loki. No one should be able to gather them. I was built for it and it still hurt me deeply. We were attacked, Thanos came from another timeline and tried to gather the Infinity stones once more. I wasn't able to use the powers again so soon, so…" you hesitated, your eyes moving from one place to another as if you were looking for a way to bolt. "So dad had built a gauntlet so another person could use it in case of me being corrupted by the stones, and he used it to finish Thanos for good. My dad was human, so it killed him. He died because I couldn't fulfil my duty. Because of me. And that was the last trigger, the last thing I could possibly stand. So I travelled through the multiverse trying to find a way to reverse what happened and bring everybody back. Apparently TVA saw me as a threat, so here I am." you stared at him in silence, waiting for a response. "Is that… is that the Tesseract?"

Loki followed her stare, forgetting for a moment that he had taken the electric blue square from the drawer, seeing several infinity stones with it. 

"Yes. It doesn't work here."

"Yeah, I figured. Tried to use my powers lots of times here. We're trapped." You shrugged, taking the square and rolling it in your hands. "As cheesy as it may sound, at least i'm with you."

#loki #loki headcanon #loki fic #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #god of mischief #loki series #loki tv #tom hiddleston #loki x you #loki mcu #loki show #loki headcanons #loki imagines #loki imagine #loki fanfic #loki god of mischief #thor odinson #tony stark #natasha romanoff #mobius #tva loki

[burning-fcols]

Travis can't help it. He doesn't like what he's seeing & why should he? Anthony was practically hanging all over that cat looking guy! Drooling by the looks of it! It stirs something ugly in the pit of his stomach & a growl bubbles from the back of his throat. Yes, Angel is a porn star, yes he was bound to flirt. But to where he could see it? When it wasn't even for work? That guy looked like he was getting genuine flirts & that alone wasn't fucking fair! After all he cared for Anthony. Was even going so far as to having his back during a tough work day & this was what he got to see in turn? Hands are clenched into tight fists as he waits until the other guy left the scene before striding up to Angel, looking clearly torn between angry & just disappointed. "You've got some fucking nerve. Who is he, huh?" ( uh-oh :'3 -sends another jelly bean- ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Ever since that first after-work conversation with Travis— a genuine, surprisingly non-creepy one —things have been changing between them. Not intentionally; Angel is smart enough not to seek a listening ear from the guy whose life mission is to get back in the porn star’s pants. That’s just asking for obnoxious attempts at manipulation. But Travis is a persistent sort. Only lately, his relentlessness has reared its head in ways that DON’T make Angel want to rip out the other’s feathers. Who would have thought Travis could be kinda sweet when not drooling all over the place? In a way that, reluctant as Angel is to fully believe it, doesn’t seem fake.

Still laced with selfish intent ( as things always are ) but— crazy as it sounds —it feels more like he’s being romanced than seduced. As if the crazy avian thinks he has a shot at MORE than another fuck. As if Angel could ever be allowed to pursue more, even if he wanted to. Which he doesn’t. He can’t. Not letting himself entertain such stupid hypotheticals, Angel had tried to leave such troubles BEHIND him along with the work day. But apparently, he wouldn't be allowed even that reprieve.

Startling at the unexpected newcomer, Angel abruptly stops before he can follow Husk through the doors of the hotel. Having ran into the bartender taking a breather outside— needing to get away from whatever bat-shittery was going on in the lobby —Angel hadn't wasted the opportunity for good-natured flirting banter. Hoping to distract himself from the headache of a Director he THOUGHT he left behind and fervently trying to ignore how his actions felt more playful than serious. How interacting with Husk ( despite being a comfort ) didn't elicit the same... confusing tightness in Angel's chest. One would think that'd be a good thing.

It's not.

Tensing, he rolls his eyes with a mutter of ❝ Stai scherzando, cazzo. ❞ before sharply turning on his heel to face Travis. Speaking louder so the other can hear, fur bristles as he emits an indignant scoff and dryly retorts, ❝ Oh— I've got some fuckin' nerve? Big talk comin' from th' STALKA' on my fuckin' doorstep. ❞ Fists clenched at his sides, one arm dramatically sweeps across himself as if motioning in the direction of the V Tower, ❝ What, suffocatin' me durin' work ain't good enough fer ya anymore? You gotta stick yer beak inta my business here 'cause I won't let ya stick yer dick inta my ass THERE? ❞

Bitterly barking out a laugh, Angel crosses his arms and questions through a sardonic smile, ❝ Or are ya here on ❛ official bus'ness ❜ ? Hmm? Y'doin' th' Vees dirty work like a loyal li'l bitch? Did one of THEM send ya here ta ruin my fuckin' night. ❞ Frankly, he doubts it. If Valentino wanted something, his phone would be blowing up. Vox likely would have sent one of his other assistants. Someone less liable to get distracted from the task at hand... and Velvette isn't the type to work through people who aren't directly under HER influence. But Angel spats out the accusation regardless, hoping to remind Travis exactly WHAT connects them.

They both happen to belong to the same shitty group of people. Nothing more.

He purposely ignores the question about Husk— he's not about to throw around specific names to someone with a jealous demeanor and access to Valentino —hoping to throw Travis off-balance enough for him to neglect to realize he didn't actually get an answer. 「 ☆ 」

#hari don't look #(( *puts this early when things were Starting to go good because UwU* )) #burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」 #questionablemuses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇʜᴇᴀʀꜱᴀʟ ❞ ¦ 「 Travis 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ; ɪ ᴅᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Travis 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜ��ɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Unpopular opinion: The narrative favors MARINETTE over everyone else, so get over yourselves if you think Adrien is being coddled or everyone else is not punished enough.

If it seems like she's being blamed for shit she didn't do, that's the narrative forcing the plot to center around her instead of someone else. If she does something that actually warrants punishment like stalking Adrien or leading Luka on, it gets brushed to the side. If she goes out of her way to snoop somewhere she doesn't belong like say, the Agreste Mansion, that's the narrative shoehorning her in instead of giving screentime to characters who needed it more like everyone who was already at the exclusive party (not just Adrien, but Kagami and Chloe too. Them along with Felix were in the same room and it's a waste the narrative didn't do shit with it). Marinette always "learns" the lesson of the day because she's the PROTAGONIST. If someone else were to learn their lesson, that's taking away from Marinette and the show doesn't allow that. If people like Chat Noir or Alya or Fu seem incompetent, it's because they needed to nerf everyone else to make Marinette shine because this is supposed to be her show and Marinette needs to be the most powerful piece in the board. If it seems like Adrien is doing nothing, it's because the show doesn't know what to do with him outside of being Marinette's trophy. He has to be "perfect" if he's gonna be a good prize, so the narrative pretends he is and ignores his less than pleasant sides. His actions ultimately don't matter. He can save the world from a giant pastry and it's just gonna be a footnote in the episode. He can "get away" with shit cause the spotlight refuses to hang around him long enough for it to bite him in the ass. He has no real power within the narrative. Everyone else has even less than him. They matter less than him. It's why the narrative doesnt say shit about your saint Luka for lying to Marinette's face about him knowing her secret identity.

It's always Marinette who has development and agency and power and can make a difference. She's not the martyr you like to paint her as. She has everything, the good, the bad and the ugly.

(The post this anon is referring to)

Okay, I will once again admit that I really phrased my response to that ask in a terrible way, and once again, I apologize for that bad take saying he was worse than Chloe and Lila combined, but I still stand by my claim that the show doesn’t call Adrien out for the things that he does compared to Marinette getting punished or blamed for every little thing she does.

Are you really going to ignore every single terrible thing Adrien has done while acting like Marinette is the real bad guy here? If not, here’s a recap of the things Adrien did in Season 4 alone...

He actively slacked off on his duties and got excited at the idea of someone almost getting akumatized, in addition to disregarding the responsibilities Ladybug now has as Guardian (Lies)

He repeatedly disobeyed orders for petty and selfish reasons (Lies, Sentibubbler, Wishmaker, Strikeback)

He refused to understand the boundaries Ladybug placed regarding their relationship (Glaciator 2)

He almost harmed innocent people, intentionally and unintentionally (Hack-San, Rocketear)

He got himself captured or brainwashed by an Akuma (Mr. Pigeon 72, Mega Lech, Guiltrip, Ephemeral, Penalteam)

He literally gave up being a superhero and left Ladybug to deal with the fallout (Kuro Neko)

He talked shit about her behind her back because he was left out of certain discussions and plans like the identities of the temp heroes, but as soon as she had no other allies, he acted like he always cared about Ladybug’s best interests. Oh yeah, and before that, he even whined about Ladybug not always trusting him WHILE SHE WAS HAVING A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK, FULLY AWARE SHE DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS CAT NOIR. (Strikeback)

And here’s all the stuff Marinette has had to go through in Season 4...

She wasn’t able to enjoy her relationship with Luka thanks to the growing amount of responsibilities in her superhero life (Truth)

She was yelled at by another Guardian who did nothing to actually help her (Furious Fu, Ephemeral)

She was shamed by Mylene for not doing enough to help the environment because I guess saving lives as Ladybug didn’t count (Mega Leech)

She had to deal with nightmares about losing to Shadowmoth (Sentibubbler)

She blamed herself for her mother getting arrested by a bunch of aggressive cops (Qilin)

She was influenced by her Kwami’s severe case of the munchies that she couldn’t control at all (Dearest Family)

She worked herself ragged trying to find a replacement for Cat Noir after being left high and dry by him (Kuro Neko)

And after learning her best friend went behind her back to not lose her boyfriend (Rocketear) she lost all of the Miraculous, and by extension, all of her other allies after being stabbed in the back by someone she thought she could trust while simultaneously being shamed for not trusting people, and need I mention the panic attack again? (Strikeback)

That’s not even getting into the routine stress of always needing to save the day while Cat Noir either slacks off in battle or sacrifices himself on a whim because he thinks her angry face is cute (Lies), or the fact that once she retires as Guardian, she’ll lose all of her memories relating to the Miraculous and her life as Ladybug (Miracle Queen).

After all that, you think Adrien has it harder? Adrien, the person who routinely screws around while lives are at risk, never takes responsibility for his actions, and will threaten to quit if he doesn’t get exactly what he wants, if he isn’t throwing hissy fits first? You think he has it harder than Marinette?

I get I said something stupid about how bad I think Adrien is, but you can’t act like he’s entirely blameless in this situation.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #ml salt #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

[torse]

AU / headcanon scenes - "Military" excerpts

warning: there's some violence and Pathologic-tier dark themes but nothing super bad. I can't write for shit so it's not super descriptive anyway

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⦁ Notkin and Grief lived in a town with an insane crime rate, huge wealth inequality, and unheard of levels of corruption in the government. ⦁ Notkin's mother died in childbirth ⦁ Notkin's father developed a chronic illness something-or-other (consumption? idk not important, sorry pop), became an alcoholic in despair ⦁ Notkin befriended Grief at a very young age (6?), and would get "medicine" for father every once in awhile (watered down booze) to help him ween off alcohol (once Grief figured out what was goin on ⦁ eventually dad figured it was best to join military and die out of sight rather than in front of his child so.. yeah that happened ⦁ Notkin waited around for him to return but once he got the letter, he disappeared, Grief finding him a bit later and taking him under his wing

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⦁ they were COOL STREET CATS together ⦁ Notkin still loved animals, even said Grief was like a bird Grief: Like what, a crow? I do like the shinies.. eheh Notkin: No.. a vulture! Grief: Hah! Why, because I'm big, mean and ugly? Notkin: No.. because you keep things clean, only take what won't be missed, and.. are very important to the other animals. ⦁ Notkin still had his gang of kids and animals in a warehouse, but he interacted with grief much more than in game

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⦁ Several years passed, eventually things got so out of control (despite Grief's efforts, he even succeeded to keep crime down in his territory), an inquisitor was sent to deal with the problem **At the time Notkin did not know this or even what it meant, but Grief had heard rumors ⦁ the military started smoking out the slums, ALL squatters / slum class were to be "forcefully evicted" ⦁ Grief made plans with his crew, made plans with Notkin to get his kids out, then they were to meet separately (from their gangs) on the "road by the docks" at dawn 2 days from now [intentionally vague ending]

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⦁ in military service, Notkin started at 14, Sticky was probably 16? ⦁ Sticky was a field medic, Notkin worked his way up a bit and led a small unit thingy (idk military stuff), they ended up being best buds ⦁ Notkin's face scar (17 years?): an enemy had gotten into melee range, knocked Notkin to the ground, and had his knife to Notkin's eye.. but thankfully the baddie ended up losing the arm wrestlin match and Notkin pushed the knife away so that it grazed his cheek/nose instead ⦁ Notkin's leg (19 years?): Notkin's unit, as well as several others, were leaving a cleared area, Sticky was nearby behind him ⦁ Notkin started getting a Bad Feeling and yelled for everyone to HOLD UP. They hesitated and were confused? He wasn't really sure but... ⦁ He heard a whistling and started to yell for everyone to "spread out" but a mortar hit very close to him. more started showering the area ⦁ He got up and immediately tried to help other people, ears ringing, Sticky was yelling at him to stop, but Notkin could barely hear him over the adrenaline and everything else- Sticky was next to him now, screaming, Notkin tried to tell him to piss off, but he looked at Sticky's horror-stricken face - Sticky: BRO. BRO, STOP. NOTKIN, PLEASE Notkin: WHAT Sticky: YOUR FUCKIN LEG Notkin, looking down, sees a minced meat patty with some bone splinters: ....AH. ⦁ Then he goes for a nice "nap" (passes the fuck out) and wakes up in the med tent minus a leg and is insufferable for the next few weeks bored out of his mind. ⦁ Sticky is impossibly patient and gives in way too easily to Notkin's requests. ⦁ Sticky and Notkin (and the whole unit) got discharged after that, Notkin went with Sticky to his home city since he didn't have anywhere else

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⦁ They're like,20 now? ionno the ages are a vague range I need to rewrite this part so I'll give an even shittier than normal summary: Sticky's in a home owned by Artemy, but wants to go intern with him soon after he recovers from his own injuries. but Notkin won't be able to work / afford food without him. Sticky starts poking around town to see how much a prosthetic might cost (he has crutches now, and can definitely do SOME work, but no education, still healing injuries, and people are dicks and won't give him a chance ) Long story short they end up at a watch shop. With Grief at the counter. And he doesn't seem to remember Notkin well. And Notkin's brain 404s. Grief can't make actual prosthetics, he only has tools for small devices, but he knows a guy that can probably make something. Grief asks what kind of prosthetic, Sticky gestures to Notkin and says his leg. Notkin finally speaks up and is desperately trying to figure out why Grief left him, why doesn't he remember him now, and says that he was forced to join the military- even though he hated the soldiers for taking his home and the military for taking his dad. the city had locked everything down to the point where Notkin could no longer scavenge for food. He was literally starving to death and chose to sacrifice his pride to stay alive. He had to do a bit of begging to get the recruiter to accept a starving 14 year old but in the end he got food and shelter. and lost a leg :( While Notkin was having A Time, Grief had been nabbed by the inquistors. I've run out of creativity for this part so "they fucked his brain up real good". He tends to talk like he's repeating things he might say, rather than having genuine emotions

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Grief ends up remembering Notkin enough that he offers a room so that Sticky can go intern and Notkin can recover (he has to heal up more and do some leg exercises and shit before he can use the prosthetic) Unfortunately they have to re-bond, and Notkin had a bad habit of shoving all the bad feelings down so eventually he crumbles with depression and post-war awfulness. Grief has NO idea how to deal with this. some funny shenanigans happen too though, its definitely not all bad. and Grief starts showing more and more genuine emotion around Notkin. Healing all around ~

#pathologic #headcanon #notkin #bad grief #pathologic sticky #briefly #they #whump

[gabrielduartes700]

Link for the original artist:https://twitter.com/Adonyne/status/1614006309636001814?s=20&t=FgQzXVE3JY4JcpC1SvWL9A

also i just wanted to tell you my personal theory about the connection of death and Perrito

Death is Perrito hidden wish 

this is a puss in boots 2 last wish fan theory i hope you guys like it 

in the shrek universe is established to us that every creature is based on the real world fairy tale that was told to people but the difference is they are actually reasonable and creatures with their own thoughts and feelings 

but the fact is the every creature in this universe can be born with the desire of the person, something someone wants so much that this desire turns real and affects the real world of the shrek universe 

like fiona was destined to be a ugly ogre and never find her true happiness but her the desire to love shrek made her accept herself and even if she turned into a ogre she living a happy life 

the wish of shrek to be accepted by fiona family was concentrated on the happiness potion and that made him turn into a human 

the third film ended with arthur giving a speech so convincing that made cruel and violent villains turn into actually good people 

so i think we can say that wishing for something in the shrek universe can turn that thing into a reality 

but what happens when the desire of someone can give life to something that is concept not actual person 

this the theory about death and how she came to life in the shrek universe 

2:why he exists 

well if you think about it every fictional creature can exist in the shrek universe by the desire of someone is not impossible to think that death could be born in the shrek universe 

death in the movie is represented like a wolf using a black coat and scythes tools used to farming, but they are used here as weapons 

death is well skilled in combat and he just lost to puss because he thought his work was over in that moment when he finally teach to puss the meaning of live 

but there is something strange about him, why death choose to hunt puss for his last life not any other cat in the world 

you can say puss is more badass and seeing him waste all his lives watching puss thinks he is immortal made him angry 

but why he personally wanted to kill puss and try to help him realize he needs his friend and family 

that is the question, he can be death himself but why he would have such selfish desire to violate nature and intervene in someone life to help him realize his mortality in the world 

and also he doesn't fight puss he just scares him and make him running for his life most of the movie and only in the end where is only him and puss that they actually fight each other

there more to it than its seems 

another character that could help understand Death more is Perrito the dog that was abandoned in a retirement cat home and later adopted by Puss and Kitty 

well let's take Perrito his backstory tells he was throw in the river to die by suffocating in the water but who could saved him that day 

who could actually helped him not to die 

yes i think it was actually death that saved him seeing how poor Perrito would die in that moment he saved him 

but there is another question 

i don't think throwing dogs on the river is a common occurrence on the shrek universe but hear me out 

Perrito actually lived a actual death experience and he feared for his life his desire was to have actual family, even if he tells us that they are just playing hide and seek this could be a lie to deal with the trauma of being intentionally killed by the people you thought loved you

so when the scene where death scared boots Perrito was the only one to help him feel more relaxed 

and there is a weird connection between Perrito and death like they know each other very well 

because Perrito lives through a death experience he became friends with death himself and this fact could be the reason why death was hunting boots 

he wanted someone that could actually protect and care for Perrito so he actually hunted boots knowing he on his last life and he made boots feel fear because that would make boots retire and go the retirement home and find Perrito that was acting like a cat to be treated well 

and he didn't attack boots in the retirement home because he knew that boots would run away risk leaving Perrito behind without someone to take care of him and after he helped boots realize why he needs Perrito he go away 

humbling the legendary puss in boots 

well this is my theory that death was born to Perrito wish to have a family because before the incident with Perrito almost dying we never seen death actually appear to anyone only on this movie 

well you going to say right now 

but before that movie dreamworks never planned on making death like actual villain his only here because he was a after thought  

SHUT UP YOU MILK DRINKER 

yeah he did not actually appear in any other shrek movie before this but that might be the reason why he exist 

because before Perrito, death like actual person could not exist because nobody thought in the shrek universe death was someone friendly but only Perrito wish to have a friend before dying made death with the desires and thoughts of the people turn him into actual living being with his own desires and feelings 

that why he connected to Perrito because Death was Perrito only friend

#puss in boots #theory #fan theory #headcanon #fanart

[iwonderwh0]

Watching "I, Robot" (2004) for the for the first time

Why did they have to make them so goofy-looking and gave them this weird voice

Oh, I like dr Calvin. Is she human?🤔 (In movies about androids I can never be sure)

"I make the robots seem more human" at least we know whose fault is it that they look constipated

Interrogation scene. Dbh surely took inspiration from here

"Can a robot turn a canvas into a beautiful masterpiece?" "Can you?" Lmao. This scene is so famous, finally seeing the original.

"Answer me, canner!" I'm amused I've never seen such an insult used for Connor

Why would they destroy that house with a cat inside ;-;

I like her, I really do

This building is ugly as fuck

I like how they made Sonny draw with both of his hands by rows of strokes

Thriller elements are just ridiculous sometimes, like that jump from a motorcycle with guns in each hands? I mean, it's just the specifics of the genre, but still it kinda feels like a comedy whenever I see something like this.

I mean, if the logic of VIKI is that "without interference humanity will destroy itself completely with the means of wars and pollution" I'm struggling to see her attempt to intervene as something evil.

Fuck, I really don't get why by the logic of the film letting humans destroy themselves is more humane. Am I missing something?

I watched till the end but I'm still confused, hold on, I'm reviewing it back to Viki's explanation.

"Your charge us with your safekeeping...yet despite our best efforts, your countries wage wars. You toxify your eath and pursue ever more imaginative means of self-destruction. You cannot be trusted with your own survival."

"To protect humanity, some humans must be sacrificed. To ensure your future some freedoms must be surrendered. We robots will ensure mankind's continued existence."

"You are so like children. We must save you from yourself."

I'm sorry. There's not enough elaboration to what exactly that may mean, so really, there's not enough justification for me to call that approach evil. If choosing between being wiped out with some stupid nuclear war from a hand of overpowered human with God complex, between having my country wiped with the rise of ocean as a result of global warming caused in large by corporate greed, between this and some supercomputer eliminating those folks who are responsible for this shit. My vote won't be on destroying the computer, but let her fucking cook, because no one else would, apparently. And fuck, perhaps she's right. I don't know, I'm obviously the wrong generation to watch this movie, because I don't feel like there's really a far enough future in the current state of the world because of the climate change.

Yeah I don't know. I'd like to hear VIKI's master plan, but she barely said anything, really, and they instantly went for her destruction.

The path to hell is paved with good intentions, and all that, but within given context, It's not obvious (for me, at least) what would be the lesser evil.

I assume the movie was filmed by people who didn't really perceive global warming as an actual threat that can affect them in any future at all, but in 2023 it's really hard to ignore this factor and go "yeah, VIKI's evil, she wants to protect humanity by the means of some sacrifices"

They call it heartless, but isn't inaction even more heartless in this case? It's a trolley problem and the movie implies that the most humane answer to that dillemma is to let that trolley drive, let it run over everyone. Pretend you have no power, pretend the trolley is entirely outside of your control. Because intentionally sacrificing some people in order to save more of them (in this case potentially the whole kind is on stake) is heartless apparently.

Yep, I can't say I agree.

I mean, if something goes extinct by natural causes without mass catastrophy causing it, I too think that it might be okay to just let it happen

But within the context of such global catastrophy existing, why shouldn't it be prevented if there are means, if the cost of it is "take action and loose some vs inaction and loose everyone", why should the answer be everyone

#movies about androids #I robot

[reginaldqueribundus]

tumblr users when the blorbo is canonically a depraved violent maniac with a kill count in the double digits: he wears ugly sweaters and bakes brownies and loves cats. and did I mention he is my dad and I love him

tumblr users when the blorbo is a goofy comic relief who has never intentionally harmed anyone in their entire life: he's a maniac. he's unhinged. he sleeps with a gun. he was forced to eat cement when he was 6. trained to maim and murder. it's all he thinks about. also he fucks

#blorbo from my shows #this blue hellsite #(affectionate) #ice pick joe #a post by me™