A few more thoughts on Guardians of the Galaxy 2 (yeah, I have a lot of them): while I totally get the rush of “galaxy’s best dad!/Yondu did nothing wrong in his life!” posts and fanart (I do! honestly! Michael Rooker did an amazing job) that’s just… not the story I think the movie is telling, or the story I really want it to be telling. James Gunn is at it too, what with him basically saying “Well, Peter wasn’t a great son either!” in that Q&A he did…
…Yondu was an absolutely abusive parent, yeah? He loved Peter a lot in his own equally-abused way, but he was. Peter even says it, when Yondu demands a prize for basic decency in the first movie “Normal people don’t even think about eating anybody else, let alone that person having to be grateful for it!” He doesn’t know Yondu was never planning to seriously hurt him, he just knows that he pretty much grew up under the constant threat of violence (no matter how ordinary that apparently seems to be for Ravagers.) There were presumably some nice moments every now and again, since Peter does have a clear, maybe rather begrudging affection for him, but yeah, the point: at the beginning of the Guardians films Yondu’s not even deserving of a World’s Okayest Dad mug, let alone a World’s Greatest Dad one.
But that’s why his storyline in GOTG2 is so satisfying, and hits all the tropes I love in a redemption arc, because it’s entirely about Yondu realising just how utterly, utterly he fucked up (with both Peter and the other kids he unwittingly delivered to their deaths) and setting out to try and make up for it, even if that means dying basically unmourned (as Stakar told him) and unloved. When he’s with the others on Ego’s planet, it’s obvious from his words to Rocket that he doesn’t intend to leave it at all, but rather stay and try to regain some remnants of his honour by helping to kill the thing that killed his adopted son’s siblings.
And I love the “[Ego] may have been your father but he wasn’t your daddy” line, I think everyone does, but those would have been terribly disappointing and selfish last words. I don’t think Yondu was talking about himself, it’s just a simple affirmation to make Peter feel better, what matters is the apology he makes afterwards. “I’m sorry I didn’t do none of it right, I was lucky you were my boy.” Not a plea for forgiveness, just a flat-out statement really: Peter deserved better than him. All he can do is die to keep Peter alive and hold his face when he cries and hope that that’s enough.
…..And that’s just, such a much more interesting story than “he was secretly good all along.”
Remember the last time we saw each other? In your little blue car…. We poured our hearts out to one another. We cried on each other’s shoulders. I confessed my love to you. You confessed your love to me. But you didn’t confess that this night was going to be your last.
You stopped by to pick up your (very) late Christmas present. You knew how bad I had been, and asked what was wrong. We walked to your little blue car, put the windows down on that cold chilly moonlit night, and talked. I told you everything that was happening to me: My ex-boyfriend and his new guy. A friend that I thought I could trust. And a lover that broke my heart. I also told you I was in a very dark place. Do you remember what I said to you? I’m too ashamed to confess what I did to myself. Please don’t make me say it. I don’t want to see you cry again. Your beautiful emerald looking eyes don’t deserve to have tears in them. They need to keep sparkling and smiling.
After we cried together, I confessed my love to you. I didn’t expect you to say anything. I didn’t expect you to feel the same way. I just wanted you to listen. I remember looking into those dazzling green eyes, holding your hand, and telling you: “I know this sounds cheesy. And I know that it may not seem true. But this is the truth. I promise. I love you. I love you so much. And I want to let you know that I will always love you. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re with someone new. I don’t care if I’m with someone new. I don’t even care if I haven’t talked to you in months, or even years. I will always love you.” You didn’t say anything. You just nodded as tears fell down your cheek from your watery green eyes.
Then, I asked you what you wanted from me. You said: “I honestly don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I never know what the right choice is. I never know what the right thing to do is. I always hurt you. I don’t want to keep hurting you. We had a lot of fun. And that’s all I wanted at first. And that’s what happened. I liked you. I really did. A lot. Then things changed. I wanted to hang out with you every day and be with you every day. And we did that. I wanted to be closer to you. And we did that too. Then stuff happened, and I got scared. I don’t know. I was scared to be happy. I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I wasn’t prepared at all for how I felt about you. I didn’t know how to take it to the next level. I didn’t know how to be your boyfriend.”
These words still bring tears to my eyes. It’s as if we are star-crossed lovers; forever living different paths in our lives that don’t have any connection in the end, denying us of any chance of living a life together. But how can that be when we are existing at the same time? You’re alive. I’m alive. And I have never felt more alive with anyone else than when I’m with you. Just the way you look at me with those alluring eyes is what convinces me that you are in love with me too. So why aren’t we together? Why are you with someone else? Why are you with her? Is it because she can give you a family? Is it because you want to believe she’s the one for you? Not just you though, for your whole family. She’s someone they will accept. Nobody would accept me into your family. I think we both know that for sure.
Two hundred and twenty-one days have passed since that night happened. I’ve gone through many stages of: Hating you. Worrying about you. Wondering if you’re dead. Wondering if you’re alive. Pretending you’re dead. Wishing for your presence. All while still loving you. It’s torture.
I don’t know if I should give up. Or if I should keep waiting for you. Because a part of me feels that I will never find anybody like you.
Nobody’s going to look at me the way you did. Nobody’s going to touch me the way you did. Nobody’s going to care about me the way you did. And nobody’s going to understand me the way you do.
Every time I talk to someone new, I compare them to you. I know that’s wrong, but it’s true and I can’t help it. That’s when I start to believe that they’re not good enough for me. Because I need to find somebody that’s so good that they make me forget about you… I know that’s not fair and I think that’s what keeps me from letting people in. I put this steel cage around my heart when you left me, and you’re the only one with the key to open it. I just wish you would talk to me. I wish you would tell me to move on, but your silence speaks louder than words. It drives me crazy; leads me to believe that I did something wrong, but I didn’t. Maybe it’s your way of keeping me in the sidelines when things get bad with you and her. I don’t see how that’s fair, but I love you so much that I don’t care. I’ll take any excuse you give me to come back, so long as I get to see your face again.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for getting close to you. I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. I’m sorry for loving you. I’m sorry for all of this. Maybe things would’ve been simpler if we just didn’t meet. But as people say, “Two souls don’t just meet by simple coincidence.” I start to wonder why you came into my life. Or was it I that came into yours? I wonder if you’ll ever come back to me, even as a friend. I miss you. I miss you so dearly. Please stay alive while I exist. Whether it’s a year or ten, I will wait for you. Because I love you, and I want to believe that we are meant to be together. I want to wake up every morning to those lovely green eyes of yours.
I forgive you. I forgive you for pretending that I don’t exist. I forgive you for leaving me with no explanation. I forgive you for choosing her over me. I forgive you for falling for me. I get it now. We are just simply not meant to be. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with that.
You know me… You know I always have so much to say to you. You know I could write books about my love for you. But I have one more important thing to say….
Love always and forever, The boy with the brown eyes
OKAY KIDS LEMME SIT YOU TF DOWN AND TELL YOU ABOUT DAMIEN FRICKIN BLOODMARCH
(SPOILERS!!!!!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED HIS ROUTE AND DON’T WANNA BE SPOILED DO NOT READ)
OKAY, FIRST OF ALL
DAT HAIR, DAT MAKEUP, DAT SWEET OUTFIT
MY ACNE IS CURED, MY GRADES HAVE GONE UP, LIFE IS A DAMN DREAM AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF THIS GOTH PRINCE
HE’S V. PASSIONATE ABOUT EVERYTHING, LIKE ONE OF THE MOST ATTRACTIVE THINGS IN THE WORLD IS WHEN SOMEONE IS PASSIONATE ABOUT WHAT THEY LOVE AND HIS HEART IS FULL OF LOVE AND WONDER LET ME TELL YOU
This dude renovated his whole house by himself.
HIS HOUSE IS SO BEAUTIFUL I ACTUALLY HAD THE AUDACITY TO FEEL SLIGHTLY JEALOUS OF THIS FALLEN ANGEL
I WANTED TO STEAL HIS HOUSE FROM HIM
DID I MENTION THAT HE HAS NARUTO FANFIC IN HIS VICTORIAN LIBRARY?
NARUTO X SASUKE SMUT NO LESS
TRULY A MAN OF TASTE
And this dude has A+++++++ parenting AND gardening skills.
He is an expert on everything Victorian, including the language of flowers and arranging bouquets and writing beautiful letters.
INSTEAD OF SENDING YOU A MESSAGE ON DADBOOK LIKE SOME PEASANT, HE WRITES YOU GORGEOUS HEARTFELT LETTERS IN FINE CALLIGRAPHY SEALED WITH HIS OWN SIGIL
HE OFFERS TO GIVE YOU A PERSONALIZED BOUQUET WITH YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER ON YOUR FIRST HANGOUT
GIVES YOU HIS HANDKERCHIEF LIKE SOME VAMPIRIC KNIGHT OF OLD
THIS DUDE IS EXTRA AF WITH EVERYTHING HE DOES AND I AM 10000% FOR IT, YES THAT’S SOME GOOOOOOOOOOOOD SHIT, SIGN ME UP
But he also has a sweet and joking side. Despite his Gothic persona, he is actually really scared by horror movies. He takes you out for a date in a graveyard and somehow makes it comforting, enchanting even. He’s always making jokes about things the Victorians COULD have done.
Damien manages to handle his rebellious teen JUST FINE without making his son feel like he’s being patronized or controlled. He is diplomatic, calm, and loving. He’s a cool dad.
AND WHEN YOU FINALLY GO ON YOUR THIRD DATE, OH YES YOU ARE IN FOR A SURPRISE.
DAMIEN BLOODMARCH, MR. BEAUTIFUL PRINCE OF DARKNESS, IS ACTUALLY AN IT GUY WHO VOLUNTEERS AT AN ANIMAL SHELTER IN HIS OFF TIME.
AND. HE. LOVES. DOGS.
BLESSED IMAGE, REBLOG FOR GOOD FORTUNE
IF YOU WEREN’T SOLD ON HIM ALREADY, OOOOOOOOOO BABY, OOOOOOOOOO YES THIS IS THE KICKER RIGHT HERE
GOD WHAT AN ADORABLE DORK
IT TURNS OUT HE WAS ACTUALLY SCARED THAT YOU WOULDN’T LIKE THE FACT THAT HE’S NOT JUST A GOTH 24/7. THAT HE’S ACTUALLY A THREE DIMENSIONAL PERSON
AND THE REASON WHY HE DOESN’T FEAR DEATH IS BECAUSE HE BELIEVES THAT IT GIVES LIFE MEANING, THAT YOU SHOULDN’T LET GRIEF CONTROL YOU FOREVER
HERE IS A WONDERFUL, GORGEOUS PARENT WITH UNIQUE INTERESTS AND HE IS JUST FULL OF SO MANY SWEET THOUGHTS AND IDEAS AAGHHGHGHGH
Damien has lost people dear to him. Yet he keeps moving. He keeps finding ways to make his life interesting and beautiful. He is good with animals and kids, everyone really (except the cashier at Hot Topic). He has not let life make him bitter. I love that about his character. I think his connection with the Player Dad is really special because people judge him so quickly and the Player Dad helps show him that he’s more than just an archetype and he can be his own person. The pressure to be only a small part of himself 100% of the time was making it hard for him to enjoy his hobbies, or to feel free. And I relate to that, I really do. We all have something people expect us to be.
And don’t even get me started on the GRADUATION PARTY
DAMIEN’S SON THANKS YOU FOR MAKING HIS DAD HAPPY
AND DAMIEN SHOWS UP IN HIS IT GUY CLOTHES
HE HAS FINALLY ACCEPTED HIMSELF AND GAINED CONFIDENCE AND IT FEELS AMAZING
And then there is this
I have nothing to say.
I think I almost cried when i SAW THIS GIFT FROM THE GODS
MMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSSS THIS IS THE PUREST CINNAMON ROLL, 70% SUGAR, 20% GOTH, 10% BAD JOKES
I FEEL LIKE I HAVE BEEN CLEANSED AFTER PLAYING HIS ROUTE
AND THIS IS MY INADEQUATE ESTIMATION OF DAMIEN MOTHERTRUCKING BLOODMARCH, MAY HE REIGN AS THE BEAUTIFUL DORK KING OF DARKNESS FOREVER
Okay. So #studyblrs get real isn’t trying to offend anyone. I’ve gotten some anon messages that are really rude and I’ve just straight up deleted them.
#studyblrs get real is just that, we’re getting real. I’ve rewritten my notes to be aesthetically pleasing one time. Uno. Ein. Yeah that’s the only languages I know one in.
The studyblr aesthetic isn’t most people’s real life studies methods. It’s some people’s, and I want to congratulate those who manage to keep the aesthetic up.
But honestly, it’s not real life. Real life is being up at 2 AM, surrounded by four empty cups, Rice Krispies Treat wrappers, and a pizza box with just pizza crust in it, and grease marks on your paper. Real life is not having time to make these AMAZING and GORGEOUS notes, because you’re studying for the grade, NOT the notes.
People say you just need to “study” to be a studyblr, but why is it only the MUJIs, the Mildliners, and the Staedtlers get reblogged? Why doesn’t the pictures of sloppy, coffee stained notes get reblogged? The rain drenched crinkled notes that don’t get rewritten. The notes with more scribbles than legible writing.
Underneath is why I think that #studyblrs get real needs to become popular, and fast, which has been taken from what I said in a conversation with @universi-tea where the idea for #studyblrs get real came up.
Teens that are growing up may not know what they’re facing, because aesthetic studyblr makes it look like sunshine and lollipops.
“I’ve been through things that will commonly happen. I’ve been rejected by my dream school, and I’ve cried at 4 AM in the morning because my fourth SAT scores weren’t high enough to meet requirements after months of studying. I’ve taken AP classes. I’ve graduated.
Your high school/college/university experience may have been different, but mine was a rude awakening and I’m trying to prevent others from crashing and burning like I did. I was an all A student in high school, even with AP classes. I graduated fifth in my class with 25 credits from AP scores, in which my school only offered seven AP classes.
My first test in uni was a 38 in Business Calculus. A fucking 38 out of 100. I remember it very vividly (Thursday night, and the Blacklist was on.) It was like someone was trying play a joke on me because I had NEVER gotten that low of a test grade before. I remember looking at my scores, and the sense of dread settling into the pit of my stomach. I cried, and then called my old AP Bio teacher (idk why now that I think about it) I had a panic attack, and I was by myself (lived alone.) Those two are very dangerous. My next test score was a 51. Rinse, and repeat.
Do you know how worthless I felt? How long my mom yelled at me after I called her? How my friends reacted when they found out? I went and had a four hour conversation with the professor, who told me that this was the most common thing he saw in a class with freshmen in it. That they come thinking that they’re prepared and they are by no means prepared. I had to go to tutoring. For every single class but one. This was so fucking embarrassing. I had gone from the tutor in HS to the tutored in Uni.
My best friend went to the North Carolina School of Math and Science. Extremely prestigious, and extremely hard. “It’s like taking uni classes when you’re 16, 17, and 18, but you don’t get credit for them as college classes.” I’ve known my best friend since I was 10-ish. She’s the most level headed, and the smartest person I know. She calls me frequently, crying, because the work load. She spent a whole week with me trying to get over one failing grade.
This embarrassment, this shame and lack of self worth I experienced in uni is something I NEVER want ANYONE to experience. I’m trying to prevent these people younger than I am from feeling this way, because I had sunk into a depression because of grades. Grades that could’ve been prevented, had I known the truth.
Sure, the studyblr aesthetic may work in some people’s lives, but in college/uni, you’re being pulled in so many directions. I don’t know of a single person in any of my classes that have gorgeous notes. Hell, I don’t know anyone who can even afford to buy nice planners, or buy fresh fruit. Being “a broke college student” is entirely legit.
But all this aside, if you’ve managed to live out the studyblr aesthetic in university and keep up your grades, you better be DAMN proud of yourself. I’m not trying to make anyone mad. This is the reality most of us experience. It’s the honest truth, and I had to find out the hard way. I just don’t want anyone else to find out the hard way, either.“
Ok I think that’s everyone! I’m so sorry if I missed you cus tumblr was being a butt and not showing me everyone And now I’m gonna write a few extra messages ^^
To all of my mutuals:
I know I don’t talk much, but just know that I appreciate you all so much. I wish I could talk to you all more but I’m a shy and awkward bean yes I said bean Really I love you all and thank you for following me <3 <3 <3
Chey!! We’ve been mutuals for sooo long. I remember getting tagged in so much Jackson posts and tags lol. Your texts and snaps give me life, no lie, and I love your sense of humor. I love you so much and I will always consider you a really great friend no matter what <3
Elena my #1 hoe lol. We met when you sent me an anon and I will forever remember that day just because of you. We fight over some things but you’re one of my best friends and I love you so so so so so much. You can make me laugh and smile even when I’m pissed off lol and I thank you for that <3
Logan! ^^ God it feels like we have been mutuals forever lol I read your message in your follow forever and I felt so happy! And the quality Rocky content I get to see because of you is something I will forever love. But hey you go on an be a nctzen lol <3
Ok so I followed your blog a really looong time ago lol and I’ve always love your writing. Ngl when I saw you followed me back I was super happy to the point of fangirling lol Plus you know PENGUIN LOVE I still read your stuff to this day and I still love it so much <3
All in all, I’m so happy that I made it to 1.2k followers here starting way back when I was jacksons-smile. It’s been a long journey and I’m super excited to keep going on it with all of my followers and mutuals!! I love each and every one of you so much that you can’t even possibly understand, and I hope you have a wonder day/night!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Summary: Imagine being Bill’s girlfriend and being casted to play Beverly’s older sister in the new IT movie. Even if you characters gets killed early you stick around for Bill and the kids who love nothing more than to tease him about your relationship because he is super sweet and cute with you.
“I wish I didn’t have to kill you.” Bill mumbled, almost pouting at you and you just chuckled at him, shaking your head.
“You can’t change the script, Bill!” you pointed out “But even as that, I promise I’m not holding a grudge on you. I’m sure if there is one man on this Earth whose arms I’d have to die in it would be you.” you said with a soft smile and for a moment he merely gazed back at you with a loving smile on his face.
“Die in my arms, not by them.” he said with an almost adorable frown as he looked down, swinging his long legs back and forth like a little child. Almost adorable because you couldn’t tell much of your boyfriend underneath all the crazy clown make up he had.
“Baby” you giggled how cute he was despite it all “It’s not your fault and you know that. Besides, come on Bill! I am very much alive and talking to you! It was just a scene, I’d love to have some on screen time with you but we couldn’t have that. Let’s just enjoy the time we have behind the scenes, yes?”
Hey guys, as some of you may or may not have heard, a fellow Miraculer has recently been undergoing a difficult challenge with a persistent reposter. As much as I hate to make call-out posts on specific people, this one is an interesting case because they have constantly re-uploaded the comic after it gets taken down.
And as of now, we are at Round 7. The screenshot provided above is the latest one.
Other captions from past reposts included “persistent people can get themselves into deep trouble”, “’Again again!’ they cried and I complied with their request.”
I’m posting this not to make you guys start throwing hate messages at her, but as an informative post telling you all that this is unacceptable behavior.
First of all, the fact that the post keeps getting taken down whenever @twindoodle reports it just shows she still has full legal right to the copyright of her comic.
Second, it is one thing to have a post taken down by a report and learn from it, and another to keep posting it again and again simply to spite the reporter. You wouldn’t do this if Zag or Disney or Nintendo had your post taken down because they could potentially sue you.
Please remember that the Internet is NOT some “safe space” where you can do whatever you want. In fact, it is FAR from it. The power of anonymity is deceptive. And Internet users need to learn how to take full responsibility of the actions done online or off.
TL;DR, don’t do this. Ever. Put yourself in an artist’s shoes. Would you want your stuff stolen over and over after already legally telling them to stop simply because they’re being petty?
Hypaa! Just wanted to say I totally get where you’re coming from…my dad passed away 5 months ago from a terminal illness, and I also haven’t made a peep about it on my tumbls for the same reasons you’ve mentioned.
So until you find your new groove, feel free to take refuge under Iggy’s coat!
Me: oh look, Tumblr didn’t send me notifications for a submission fucking again I stg I’m tired of this glitchy ass site- OMG look at this art-sinpai I’ve lowkey admired for ever and-
Wow, that… looks like… me… in…
… I don’t. Deserve. Any. Of y’all awesome. People. In my inbox. Or my tumblr feed. Or in my life. And I’m gonna try like fuck. Every day. To make it so that I am someone worthy of your gifts.
My heart goes out to you in your loss, as well. I’m so glad that someone else can understand, even though it’s a shitty ass thing to commiserate on. May Ignis’s coat be large enough to engulf us both.