#this had to be done
(frantically checks the name and pronouns of someone i speak to regularly despite knowing them)
Quackity: There’s a possibility you have two fathers *laughs* and there’s nothing bad with having two days, ok? One of them - one of them is a man called Luzu, and the other one is a man called Wilbur. How does that sound, son? Now we’re gonna have to choose and find out which one of them is gonna be your dad.
Tilin: *puts down a sign*
Quackity: Let’s see, what does it say? Move, move son I can’t read it.
Tilin’s sign: I’m la tres leches?
Quackity:
the personification of death being portrayed as deeply kind in fiction is something that reduces me to tears every single time
new age discourse: do years spent in the time loop count towards your age if you don't age physically
I don't cry very often, like I genuinely don't remember the last time I cried, but I have dealt with too many people in the past 48 hours and I am on the verge of tears. But I still have three days until I get back to my apartment.
played sims 4 for the first time and one of the married cis men had a desire to try for baby with his cis husband. i accidentally pinned it and could not unpin it. trying for baby is physically impossible. I tried to use cheats to give him a viable womb in create a sim but it wouldn’t let me do so retroactively. so I thought, maybe if they adopt the want for pregnancy will go away, and had them adopt a toddler daughter. but then the try for baby desire did not go away. since they now had an unwanted adopted child I tried to remove the toddler from the household, thinking this would send her back into the ether. it did not. instead she wanders the neighborhood like a feral cat. i thought the social worker would come and take her back so someone else could adopt her, but I guess there is no social worker in sims 4. so now the neighborhood is haunted by a smelly miserable baby that has no home but cannot die and everyone who sees her is uncomfortable. fucking omelas scenario.
Hey, Thanos, your plan is to genocide exactly half of intelligent life in the universe so that they can all thrive and live in happiness and prosperity, right?
Yeah, I thought so.
But there’s someone who went against your plan and betrayed your ideals from the very beginning, someone very, very close to you. It ain’t the Avengers. It certainly ain’t your stepdaughters. Wanna know who it is?
Yes, you. You went against your own plan from its very beginning. What? You don’t think so? Then I guess I’ll have to introduce - or reintroduce - you to a mutual acquaintance.
This is Eitri the Dwarf, King of Nidavellir. Not that he can be king anymore, what with you killing all his subjects and mangling his hands.
Eitri here can tell us more about the real you in ten minutes than you can in your entire effing screentime. Just listen to him talk to Thor.
“Three hundred Dwarves lived on this ring. I thought if I did what he asked, they’d be safe. I made what he wanted: a device capable of harnessing the power of the stones. And he killed everyone anyway. All except me. ‘Your life is yours’, he said. 'But your hands… Your hands are mine alone.’ ”
There were three hundred Dwarves on Nidavellir. After you left, only one remains. If you even had an inkling of determination to follow your plan, you would have left 150 of them alive, but you didn’t. Maybe you think 300÷2=1, in which case you need to get some basic fucking math education. Or maybe you were scared that they would make another weapon, one that could (gasp) even kill you! Because why wouldn’t they want to kill you when you finish slaughtering half of them? Then you ruined Eitri’s hands so even he couldn’t build another mighty weapon. Because you were scared of them. You were scared of their retribution.
Oh, and another thing. Look behind Eitri. Notice how it’s completely dark? That’s because you extinguished the Forge - the instrument of the Dwarves’ work and pretty much the reason of their existence - just so you could be sure nobody could ever wield a weapon as mighty as yours and challenge you.
This is why you are the greatest betrayer of your own plan, Thanos. You went against your own ideals the moment you killed the 151th Dwarf. Not only did you kill much more than half of the Dwarves, you destroyed their way of life and ensured that they would never thrive again. I’ve mentioned earlier that you lied to your stepdaughter about her home planet, but you also lied to yourself. Your 'plan’ was never a real thing, just a mask to hide your true intentions of becoming the most powerful being in the universe. You see yourself as a revolutionary, but you’re not even close to being one. You’re a maniac. That’s all you are: a genocidal maniac, and nothing more.
Pairing: Peter x Female!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of pain etc
Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, but they’re all tied to them differently. Some people have tattoos, others have counters or red strings. You? You can feel the pain your soulmate feels. Any bruises or cuts they receive appear on your body. Other people have this kind of tie to their soulmates too, it was just rare and it seems like you’ve got a bad one. Your soulmate is constantly getting injured and it’s driving you insane..
Part One- “Pain. That was the most common thing your soulmate had you feeling-..”
Part Two- “You didn’t know super-heroes had soulmates that were regular people.“
Part Three- “Could you really handle knowing he was out throwing himself at danger? Would you ever be strong enough to?“
Part Four- “His breath caught in his throat- from your words and the way his name sounded coming from your lips.“
Part Five- “I don’t want you.“
Part Five Point Five- “Imagine feeling this alone- imagine seeing the sad numb faces of people around you with no tie to anyone.“
Part Six- “Did heroes need saving?”
Part Seven- “This time around, he was running from you.”
Part Eight- “Was this what you deserved?”
Part Nine- “..though you couldn’t tell who’s scream was louder, Peter’s or everyone else’s..”
Part Ten- “Peter Parker was going to have to live alone- grieving for a soulmate he never got the chance to love or even know.”
Part Eleven- “He was mad at himself. If he had just stayed like his gut told him to- if he had reacted faster, had a better grip on his Spider-Sense, you wouldn’t be here. You’d be fine.”
End- ““Ugh..”, she whispered into the stars, “Finally..””
Tim: [staring intensely at Billy Batson]
Billy:.....
Billy: What?
Tim [....]: We're gonna adopt you.
Billy: What?!
Dick:.....
Dick: I'm sorry, Billy. Tim can be a little much at times. Especially when he hasn't gotten enough sleep.
Billy: Oh, yeah. No worries.
Dick [smiling wide and friendly]: What he meant to say is that our dad is going to adopt you, and you will become our newest brother!
Billy: [taking several steps back]
Billy: I.....what!
Jason: Oh my God. Why are you lunatics like this! Just *sighs exasperated* they shouldn't have told you anything.
Billy: No, that's....fine. I'm just going to---
Jason: Now you'll be so much harder to kidnap.
Billy: SHAZAM!