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the unpopular opinions of all time

purity culture die

deadass PURITY CULTURE DIE!! let people write what they want. let people write weird smut. let people write weird/silly/""cringe"" things without bullying them or harassing them for it. RN!

[niratias]

@antlurabbit

There are enough Death Rid.ers it's simply not possible to know them all unless you're also in the gang and working shoulder-to-shoulder with them. That doesn't change the fact that this individual is fresh off an airplane, fresh from Japan, and jet-lagged to hell.

Mox recruits a type. This man fits that archetype perfectly. Whiskery beard, shaven head, piercing eyes... A spattering of tattoos are visible thanks to shorts, forearm and hand work, and a samurai sword behind his left ear as well. Gabe Kid.d. Nottingham born, world traveler, wildcard. Is every single Death Rider dog-coded? Sure seems it.

There's also the wrist brace, a splinted finger, and a mottled bruise visible rising up his throat from beneath his shirt collar that suggests he may have had to duck his adopted home for a bit for good reason...and maybe forever.

"This place is a dump." The first and only thing he has to say about Abyss. His opinion won't be changing. "I can't wait to get back to New York." He's been here five hours tops, and some of that spent gathering his things off conveyor belts and finding a decent bagel.

The bagel was, in fact, Not decent, he's hungry, and he's not in the mood to try and fix that just yet.

[bewitchingbaker]

Features that I bring up often on Chris//definitely stole from @antlurabbit

[c137sucks]

@antlurabbit sent:

"So you can go anywhere, right? Do anythin'?" She's speaking with a tone somewhere between cautious and curious, like a child about to ask for something they suspect will be a no. There is a beat just brief enough to not allow him a full breadth to answer in. She needs to ask before she loses the nerve, decides her query is too dumb or that she doesn't want to risk his response annoying her. "Is there one where Blood Meridian got a movie? It was supposta, but most studios wouldn't take it 'cuz it's too gruesome or whatever," She shrugs a slender shoulders. Glances towards the sky then to the side. "Figured there's gotta be somewhere that ain't too pussy to make it happen, right?"

Violet’s voice threaded into the air, thin, inconsequential, the kind of sound that could dissolve if you stopped acknowledging it. Rick kept his eyes down on the portal gun, feeding in the coordinates one by one. Blood Meridian. The search fanned out across the display in a pulse of light, most of it hollow recreations, a handful legit, some of them real.

The pause that followed had weight to it, Rick’s stormy greys finally shifted up to study Violet’s expression.

“I can do you better.” That smirk of his… It always spelled trouble. “How about a universe where Blood Meridian isn’t just a book? Where it carved itself into history the way it was meant to… and somebody fucking taped that shit.” For a second, Rick’s smirk sharpened—but then it was gone, as if holding it in place wasn’t worth the effort. 

Rick’s focus fell back to the portal gun, adjusting dials with offhand precision, the gesture itself dismissive.

“But if it’s the boring fictional stuff you’re after…” A soft click under his thumb, one gear turning, an array of options rolling in place. “...the answer’s yes. There are a few dimensions where they tried. Some director thinking he could frame that kind of violence neat enough to market it. Stuff you could eat popcorn to though.”

[blckmask-archived]

you heard it here first chat : leon ( correctly ) diagnosed as dandelion ☝️

[fa1lmech]

why don't you ever hang out a little longer with me, you know?

"Is this your way of inviting me over for a sleep over?" he asks, chuckling into his own hand as he gulps down a big bite of popcorn. They're sitting on her couch together, a fleece blanket shared between them and a random movie playing in the background. He hasn't been able to see her much. He's been taking a lot of overtime shifts and using the money to fast track his suit getting rebuilt. She doesn't know that though. She doesn't even know he's the mecha-coward known as Mecha Man. Would she still like him and want to be around him if she knew? "I've just been going through some stuff. Didn't want to bore you with it..."

[gotham1ght]

@antlurabbit // canon divergent Terry starter call

He's 12... Soon to be 13. He's an age that is awkward and frustrating. Most importantly he's an age that most foster parents don't want. Teenagers and pre-teens alike are usually more trouble than they're worth. People love babies because they're cute. He's not cute. He's angry and sad. He's got a sailor's mouth and sharp tongue that comes out when he's feeling overwhelmed. He's a true Gothamite, rough and tumble, sharp edges hiding a soft heart. Jason's not easily scared off and neither is Violet.

Speaking of Violet he's watching a movie with her, cheek pressed against her thigh as he unashamedly rests his head in her lap. He can feel her fingers gently card through his hair as they watch the movie. "Jason offered to adopt me," he confesses as she plays with his hair. "Would you adopt me too?"

[piperafterdark]

"Preston!" An accented voice shouts after a small, speeding figure — a little boy with messy blond hair weaving through a crowd up until he slams right into poor Maria. Denser than he looks, the contact is sure to leave an ache, but he gets the slightly worse end: tumbling to the floor and getting caught by his sister who promptly yanks him up by the arm.

"What I tell ya about runnin' from me?! There's bad people out there! You could get hurt! Or worse!"

Despite his whining protests, Evangeline scoops him into her arms before offering the girl he'd launched himself into an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry about him- he's havin' a phase," She pauses to take the other girl in a little more and her cheeks flush. She's quite pretty and some part of her feels the strangest tug, like something's pulling on her very soul. "Is there, uh, somethin' I can do t'make up fer the mess...?"

Bad people indeed.

Maria stumbles from the hit but keeps her footing. Her pretzel isn't so lucky, the sweet and salty treat hitting the ground. Cinnamon sugar dust sparkles in a small cloud at her feet like a particularly pathetic party trick, but she's hardly paying attention to that now.

She looks like one of those bad people. She has the markings of them in her makeup, her still swollen brow piercing, in the too big leather jacket that is almost certainly stolen.

But it lacks finesse. A teenager cosplaying a ganger. Under the facade is just a young girl who has finally started to grow into her angular features that might have marked her for a life of acting or modeling - a life in the spotlight - had she been born someone else. Anyone else.

As it is, Maria finds herself dumbstruck. The instinct to react in aggression, to bite first, is choked out by the way her chest contracts for a moment - just a moment - upon looking at her.

"Oh..."

Shit. Fuck. Come on, get it together.

"Nah, it's fine." Said with a cool look, a casual toss of her hair. Nailed it. "But you could buy me another pretzel if you want to make up for it."

It wasn't actually that big of a deal. Or, it shouldn't be. But she'd just gotten her first real kick back from working with the Sons and she did kind of want her little celebratory treat that was now just bird food.