#my personal take

[ghost-bxrd]

Love what they are doing now with Wayne Family Adventures.

Bruce is being a jerk, but unlike mainstream, the narrative is definitely not on his side.

He gets called out on it, and it's made clear he is overreacting due to his own messed up mindset.

Yup! And they’re making absolutely clear the readers know that Bruce’s actions (and assholery) are because he’s terrified for his kids. Not because he’s “got no time for teenage rebellion” or the I-dont-need-a-son-i-need-an-obedient-soldier shtick

Yes he’s being a jerk about it, but honestly I’m not sure I would handle the situation much better after trying to get the most important people in my life out of the line of fire only to have them show up at literally every location of interest 😭😂 like, that man is stressed 🤣

[machveil]

math and science nerd John “Soap” MacTavish is my beloved because I know he flawlessly passed his chemistry classes and absolutely flopped biology

[bisexy-vampyr]

my take on this new lovely season of bridgerton:

This season is for the all the girls who’s ended up in inappropriate relationships and a guy who’s WILLING TO BE BETTER FOR HER RATHER THAN PERPETUATE THE POWER IMBALANCE

Is it at all realistic? Absolutely not. But it’s nice to see it end happily.

[clover-siya]

i like gate keeping rpf and shipping spaces and behaviors from general audiences because i think rpf, while morally valid/CORRECT, is inherently niche / alternative / perverse and does not need the validation, attention, or interaction from mainstream entertainment

[holy-havoc]

Respect for all life.

It was the most basic fundamental which had been drilled into him as far back as his memory would take go. The golden rule of the temple he had been raised in, instilled and recited by monks, who graciously took in unwanted orphans of war. Of course, the temple had many other rules; each one seemingly harder than the next for a young child to adhere to. Sit still, be silent, abstain from eating meat, pray three times a day and obey the elders even when you knew damn well they were wrong. Peace was the ultimate nirvana. Peace of mind, body and spirit. But how could anyone achieve such a thing, when outside of the temple walls was anything BUT peace?

He had seen them with his own eyes. Maimed and dying soldiers, leaving a crimson trail of blood along the pristine marble floors as their comrades dragged them before the elders, begging for medical attention or a final prayer to be issued before they took their last breath. Crying women; bellies heavy with child, sobbing through horrific tales of being brutally raped, while the emotionless monks held their hands and tried to explain how it was Gods will. How they preached about forgiveness and gratitude to the starving farmers whose entire crop had been burned to the ground by an opposing nation.

With each passing year and every inch he grew, Hidan grew more and more disenchanted with the whole farce. What kind of God would sit back and watch the followers that he was supposed to love suffer and die in such horrific manners and forbid them against raising a hand to do anything about it? A weak and useless one. A pointless one. A nonexistent one. Real Gods were supposed to be wrathful, formidable and punishing. Their most devout followers were supposed to be earthly embodiments of those very traits.

It was no big surprise when as soon as he was old enough, the little orphan boy with the silvery hair and sunset in his eyes left the temple to follow the path of a Shinobi. The time for passive prayers and indifferent minds was over. He was ready to fight and not a single member of the temple was sad to see him go. As one season had faded into the next, he had become somewhat of a problem child; refusing chores, cursing during prayers and purposely talking through meditation periods.

With passion in his adolescent heart and vengeance on his mind, he trained hard and he grew fast; easily surpassing his peers and impressing his strict and traditional sensei. The boy had been bred for the battlefield; fearless and confident. He ached for combat. He longed for a chance to prove the monks wrong. But before he ever got the chance to step one foot on the battlefield and taste the sweet nectar of victory; a treaty was signed and the war was over. In return for the protection of other larger, greater nations, the village would become a haven of leisure and relaxation. In such an environment, there was little work for an active Shinobi and the boy was left directionless once again.

For the second time in his short life, he watched with growing anger and disgust as his friends and neighbours fed, fussed over and entertained the very people who had once slaughtered their sons and raped their daughters. How they would bow and smile and wag their tails like pathetic little lap dogs, so eager for the scraps their new masters would toss at their feet. They were no better than the pacifist monks in the temple on the top of the hill. No pride. No honour. No loyalty.

He soon found himself living on the fringes, unable to accept the new direction the village was taking, deeply intwined within the underworld of petty crime and illegal dealings. Although it seemed that most of the village were perfectly content with a life of servitude in exchange for a few shallow comforts, there were still a few whose personal feelings aligned more closely with his own. They had no room in their hearts for forgiveness. Too much pride to become a slave. They believed that blood could only be sated by more blood. An eye for an eye was the way of the world and nobody was deserving of exoneration. They were the swift arms of divine justice. The enforcers who would make certain that justice was served. To take their enemies out of this world and fling them at the feet of the real God so they could be judged by the only being fit to do so.

Jashin was the true God; everything an all-powerful God should be. Loyal followers were rewarded with more than empty promises of eternal life beyond the world they lived in. True believers were given power. Power to carry out his wishes. Power to act when nobody else would. Power most people could only dream of.

When it was time to take his vows and offer his sacrifice to the one true God of all things; living and dead, the temple was the first place he went to. Their God did not save them. Did not so much as send a gust of wind to ease the flames that burned the whole damn thing to ashes.

Respect for all life. Yeah, fucking right. Nothing and no one was sacred.

[swordsandarrows]

I have a genuine question.

what language do y'all watch anime in?

Japanese

English

Preferred

Voting ended onJan 16

Tell me what your "preferred" language is in the comments 😊😊😊

[gragorton]

Ahahha what? You go by Ireena now? Don't worry Tatyana i won't forget that

[ooecliptic]

Placements I’d like to call thrifty:

Venus and Jupiter both seem to represent spending habits. In both unique to their own kind of ways. Jupiter for wealth and Venus for the physical commodity of what that wealth can bring. Saturn however represents the economy as a whole. The one that represents the entirety of what’s driven by Venus and Jupiter. Taking into consideration that Saturn can be restrictive and the respective signs of Capricorn and Aquarius can both represent a more cold wintry energy (henceforth where winter is hard to bear due to the impoverished harvest around that time), it can be safe to assume that Venus and Jupiter in those signs can prove to be thrifty. Being one to work on a budget rather than being a wealthy and born-into-success type deal.

Here’s some of my takes regarding those observations. And remember, these are in my opinion and solely mine. You’re free to disagree but let’s not cause war in the comments. It’s needless banter.

Placements deemed thrifty (MAJOR):

Venus in Aquarius (pretty self explanatory. The thrifty commodity finder. Someone to finds unique stuff at a goodwill or eBay for a good price and makes it either a fashion icon or a trend. The alternatively trendy.)

Venus in Capricorn (also self explanatory. Someone who saves a bunch of money before getting what they want. You’d see them decked out in some luxury stuff but they’d also be quite cheap and insisting on buying a great value box of sparkling water than Bubly or Topo Chico.)

Venus in Sagittarius (may be too wild in buying commodities. Watch for thoughtless/needless spending)

Saturn in Taurus (slow to build wealth but it may also be karma with wealth)

Saturn in Sagittarius (toning it down on the spending naturally or having karma with travel. Travel usually costing a lot of money can be an issue. Last minute spending due to so much karma in benevolence.)

Jupiter in Aquarius (wealth in alternative work routes. You take the interesting way to success and it’s guaranteed. May have had to manage money after you have spent on it. Paychecks may range variously.)

Jupiter in Virgo (I have this. Not everything is just handed to you on a plate. You have to have your x’s crossed and i’s dotted, your plans planned and your seats booked in order for there to be forward motion and a chance to get money. Wealth comes from years of knowledge. And knowledge is king these days.)

Jupiter in Capricorn (like above, you have to work for it. But for y’all power is gained. Alas, if you end up being frugal this is definitely a placement for it.)

Saturn in Cancer (you raise a household from a young age. You may have been sent out on grocery lists and handed a budget at ten. You had to follow it or be punished. If you managed to find cheaper deals and prices, you’d have extra money to spend on yourself. Alas, you only had so much so you had to enjoy one little consumer item all to yourself. Doesn’t matter what that was. Or if you were smart, you saved it for the piggy bank. Either way, another thrifter/frugality placement.)

Saturn in Leo (the debilitated celebrity. Publicity karma. Being a celeb meant money right? With Saturn you may have had to become quite scarce in order to find some sort of karmic release. Your ego had to take a blow so you can find publicity. Without that you’d be probably more frugal than a Canerican Saturn. Prayers to you my love.)

House placements that might signify thriftiness and frugality (MINOR AND VARY):

Saturn in 2nd, 4th, 8th, 9th,

Venus in 9th, 11th

Jupiter in 12th

Before I continue, I may want to also kinda “add a cherry on top” by saying:

To be a thrifter is to be a future trendsetter’s inspiration. Apple took after the 90’s iMac G3’s for their color for their new mac’s. Same goes for our fashion.

Go out. Thrift for a bit. You never know what might be an inspiration to those in the future.

You can deadass be a trendsetter and not even know it.

Keep on rocking thrifting community! <3