#and bad

zendaya is using a 3 thousand years old Iranian earrings, clearly sourced from the archeological black market, to promote nolan's "odyssey" right after having a private jet fly out to get one (1), singular, dress and only that. . .

i'll repeat: zendaya, an AMERICAN actress, promoting NOLAN'S odyssey, IS WEARING A 3 THOUSAND YEARS OLD IRANIAN EARRINGS to a red carpet

i don't even know how to properly convey how fucking insane and disappointing that is

like i knew to not expect much from the movie, given nolan's blatant disrespect and disregard towards Greece and it's history and traditions, and also the disrespect and disregard towards the tradition of the Odyssey and it's adaptations in itself, the architecture, the clothing, the battle armour, even the ships all either sourced from another culture or just downright being something he callously made up to satisfy his own weird needs

and now this??? specially given the whole political aspect and climate between Iran and United States??? you have THE star of the modern generation, arguably the biggest name in your crew for your younger audience, attending an hours long event with an illegally sourced, housed in ENGLAND even, millennia old artifact that has nothing to do with the story that you are telling and is also from the country hers country is constantly attacking and breaking ceasefire agreement, it's just tone death and crass, and just as bad as when margot robbie wore the Taj Mahal Necklace to promote "WUNTERING HEIGHTS".

had to comment on this wild fucking red carpet stunt, here's an archeologist that is more eloquent with the criticism

note; this is so unserious i’m so sorry i just saw this tiktok and i couldn’t stop thinking about it

✰ sae;

sae was on his laptop when you walked in, back turned to you, fully focused on whatever he was doing. still, he let out a lazy “hm?”, already knowing you had something to ask.

“sae, are you busy?”

“what do you think?” he replied flatly, fingers never slowing on the keyboard.

“can i get an, um, an—” you hesitated, glancing around the room he had meticulously decorated with his trophies and, of course, that framed picture of a random family you bought from the store. the one you refused to let him throw out.

“can you get what?” he sighed, clearly regretting acknowledging you at all.

you were practically breathing down his neck at this point.

“um, an, ummm—”

he stopped typing. slowly, he turned to look at you, eyes narrowing in a mix of concern and exasperation.

“are you having a stroke?”

“no, but can i—”

“get out.” he cut you off immediately, already turning back to his screen.

✰ rin;

you really couldn’t have picked a worse time to bother your boyfriend. rin was watching a recording of his last match for the third time today, pen in hand, scribbling down notes on everything he thought needed improvement. he’d already told you not to distract him unless it was important, but you were bored, and frankly, watching him rewatch the same match over and over again was starting to get on your nerves.

“rin, where’s the—” you started, then immediately got distracted by your phone.

he didn’t respond. you knew he heard you—his ears practically twitched like a cat’s at any sudden noise—but he refused to acknowledge you.

“where could it be…?” you mumbled dramatically, glancing around the room despite not actually searching for anything. when he continued to ignore you, you nudged him with your foot.

rin let out a sharp exhale, finally pausing the match. “what are you looking for?”

“the, um—” you trailed off, and that was all he needed to confirm that you weren’t looking for anything at all. you were still wrapped up in your blanket, pillows stacked comfortably beside you, phone in hand—exactly how he’d last seen you when the match started.

he stared at you, unimpressed. then, in the flattest tone imaginable, he said, “it’s in the pile of attention you’re not getting.”

✰ barou;

barou was on cleaning duty today—just like every other day. at some point, you had given up on trying to help. not because you didn’t want to, but because he was insufferable about it. if you so much as held a mop the wrong way, he’d be right there, arms crossed, judging you like you committed a crime. so, you learned it was best to just stay out of his way.

he was vacuuming the living room when you walked in, motioning for him to turn it off. barou exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed, but still switched it off. “what now? are you done with the laundry?”

you hadn’t even started. “no, but i need to get the, um..” you trailed off, pressing a hand to your temple as if the word was on the tip of your tongue.

barou stared at you, unimpressed. “the what?”

you hummed like you were deep in thought, tilting your head and tapping your chin for extra effect. barou’s eyes narrowed.

“take your time,” he deadpanned. “it’s not like i’m busy or anything.”

you pursed your lips, pretending to concentrate even harder. his jaw ticked.

without another word, he turned the vacuum back on, the loud hum drowning you out entirely.

✰ isagi;

it was 6 a.m., and isagi was up, already getting ready to leave for training. today was one of those days where he had to get there at an early hour, barely having any sleep.

you, however, were still half asleep but decided it was the perfect time for a little prank.

“before you leave, make sure to get me the, um…” you trailed off, deliberately leaving him hanging.

even though he was exhausted, isagi immediately perked up, giving you his full attention despite how sleepy he was. “huh? the what?” he asked, blinking at you.

“um..” you repeated, dragging it out, still refusing to finish your sentence.

he waited patiently, his head tilting slightly as he tried to figure out what you meant. “yeah? what is it?”

you could tell he was still too sleepy to realize what was happening, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he waited for you to continue.

“…huh?” he said again, letting out a soft chuckle, still too sweet to get annoyed, even when you weren’t giving him an answer. “what do you need?”

you stayed quiet, holding back a laugh as he looked at you with nothing but pure confusion.

after a few seconds, he let out a small sigh, rubbing his eyes. “wait, are you just messing with me?” he finally asked, his voice soft and amused.

you grinned. “maybe.”

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “you’re lucky i’m too tired to do anything about this,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “but i’ll get you back for this, just wait.”

“sure you will,” you teased, watching as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before heading out the door.

even half-asleep, he was still the sweetest.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me… Though it looks so much warmer there. Get some more sun.” you pause. “Though I can't imagine you with a tan." You mumble over the phone, looking at a picture Satoru sent of him on a mission in a little coastal town somewhere. Though he'd only been gone for a week, with only a little time to talk, you could tell it was taking a toll on him not being close to you.

“Hm… It's not fair, being separated from you is literally torture." “You come home in a few days. It's not gunna kill you, you big baby. Do your job properly, I wanna see you back in one piece." He sighs dramatically, you hear the quiet rustling of what you assume is him turning over in his hotel bed. “I’m the strongest thank you very much, how dare you doubt me…” There's a long stretch of silence before he speaks again. "... Do you think if we got married they'd stop sending me out so much?" You choke on air briefly, heat rushes to your cheeks." Toru!? You can't just say things like that!” “ ‘m serious.” You can hear the pout in his voice.

You clear your throat. “If this is your way of proposing, you're doing an awful job at it. Especially if you're weaponizing our hypothetical marriage to get out of work.” He chuckles softly. " Getting out of work is only part of it… Besides I misssss youuuu” He sighs dreamily. " Think about it. I'd get to call you my wife all the time, I wouldn't have to go away for long periods... I think, and we'd be married. Could start a family and everything ya know…”

You blink, your hand holding the phone up to your ear clenches slightly. “I'll tell you what, you come home safe and I'll… consider it.” You can hear him bolt upright. “REALLY!?" You can't help but laugh. “Yes really. I love you, stupid. I was serious though you gotta come up with a better proposal though." Again, you can't see him but you can hear the devious smirk that spreads across his face. “You're soooo gonna regret saying that, just you wait. ‘m gunna give you the best proposal you've ever seen.” You shake your head with a smile, your head thumping in your chest tenderly. " Looking forward to it."

"Days Lie Dormant" by Twenty One Pilots mentioned OOO BREACH MENTIONED OOOO

everytime a character is mischaracterized an angel somewhere dies bcz wdym bruh that man is a total gentleman he could never even if u asked him. esp cuz in both the anime and the manga the way he treats women is super respectful

@hashimada-week

Prompt: Switching 

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Hashirama could not move.  

It was less so that he was frozen in place, compelled by some unseen force or hostile jutsu to remain in his kneeling position on the ground, and more so that he was reaching exhaustion. A strange sensation to notice within a reanimated body…although, physical exhaustion was not the only kind. 

Madara, surging with power from the Rinne Rebirth, had broken through the wooden gates that held him. Hashirama felt the weight pressing down on him grow heavier. 

For a moment, shame flashed through the long-dead Hokage. Perhaps he had let his guard down. Although, in his defense, Hashirama had no reason to believe that the Gracious Deity Gates would not work. It was a sage level art, after all; Madara was strong, but was he that strong?