RYUJIN x KARINA 'that's a no no' dance challenge
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RYUJIN x KARINA 'that's a no no' dance challenge
MELISSA BENOIST as KARA DANVERS & KATIE MCGRATH as LENA LUTHOR || Supergirl (2015-2021) + Absolutely insane acting choices
darry actually lost his shit one time and one time only from what he remembers.
it was after work—he had gotten off later than he had wanted. his boss was threatening to fire him. he hadn’t scraped enough money together that month for all of the bills. it was something really small that tipped him over the edge. maybe soda hadn’t cleaned the dishes he had cooked with. maybe pony was being stubborn. he doesn’t know. all he knows is suddenly, he’s screaming so loud the windows are probably rattling. he doesn’t even know what he’s saying—something about how he just wants them to help out more. something about how he’s tired of working all the time. it’s not directed at his brothers, but he doesn’t know that. and suddenly, he can’t even stand anymore. his knees give out, and he’s bawling like a baby on the couch. soda’s expression goes from confused/somewhat scared to sympathetic in an instant.
pony and soda just sit down next to darry. they reassure him. he needs that reassurance sometimes. soda wipes his tears away and pony lets him squeeze his hands as hard as he wants, even though darry’s grip is making pony’s fingertips turn purple. darry can’t even breathe right—soda’s trying to tell him to breathe in the way his dad had taught him. it was an old military tactic—breathe in for seven seconds, hold for four, out for eight. eventually darry does calm down and he tries to push through his brothers to lock himself in his room, but they won’t let him. soda’s holding him back and pony tugs on his shirt. after a bit of coaxing, darry lets go in a more controlled way. he’s frustrated with work. he’s sorry he took it out on them. but to them, he doesn’t need to apologize.
soda makes him dinner—a good dinner. he makes darry eat until he’s actually full. he hates when darry doesn’t eat enough just because he wants his brothers to eat. they also stay with darry that night. they can’t let him be alone after that breakdown. darry’s in the middle with ponyboy resting his head over his heart, and soda snuggling into his side. he feels loved. but above all, he feels appriciated. work can wait. stress can wait. all he wants to focus on now are his sleeping baby brothers, snuggled into his side and chest. he loves them more than he can even put into words, and deep down, he knows they love him back.
The concept of Oscar thinking he was friends with everyone just for them to treat him poorly
Ms Piastri stays breaking my heart with all the lore she drops about his karting days. Idc if he’s a grown man, I’m putting him in my pocket with a little toy race car and he’s staying with me forever.
"Im not a violent dog, idk why i bite:(" girl not only are you violent you might as well have rabies atp
One of the reasons I’m scaling down my use of social media is because of the exhausting doubletalk, the no-win positioning, and the lack of self-awareness that seem baked into so much of the rhetoric. You’ll see people post things like “Are you doing enough of XYZ?” which immediately frames everyone as potentially negligent or morally insufficient and then turn around with “You people really need to stop thinking about yourselves so much,” as if the very act of self-scrutiny they just demanded has now become another sin.
What wears me out isn’t just the hypocrisy, but the trap it creates. This kind of discourse is less about encouraging genuine thought or responsibility, and more about manufacturing a permanent tension. It sets up an impossible game where you’re wrong if you do and wrong if you don’t. Strive harder, and you’re self-absorbed. Don’t strive, and you’re careless or complicit. There’s no path to grace, no point of balance—just shifting goalposts that keep everyone chasing approval while never quite being able to “win.”
Oh my god I remember writing this and then not a week later I read Chaos Theory and was finally swayed, like "Jesus Christ... they actually love each other"