#; a powerhouse of impossibility / queued post.

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So like. Fun fact.

Most countries actually focus on their own history and culture in the school curriculum. unless they're directly affected by other countries in their history. For example, I'm not french, but I still had to learn about Napoleon. That guy was everywhere.

The US stands out because it's a very new country (not even 250 years) and doesn't have much history beyond that, because they were pretty insistent on genociding those who did have history in these lands. On that note, the US doesn't really teach about inside the US either, but that doesn't make you shut up about it, does it?

I'm almost tempted to read the above as satire because. You don't watch foreign films?? Did you think Squid Game being about Koreans was a DEI measure? No foreign books? I mean even putting aside the semantic arguments of most "classics" being british and the bible technically being the bestselling book of all time while decidedly not originating from America, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you've never met anyone who read manga. You're not exposed to foreign cultures??? Motherfucker you literally called your country a melting pot. (Or a salad bowl, depending on your cultural philosophy) Over 15% of people residing in the US are immigrants by the most strict definition of Not Being Born In The Country. This doesn't even account for any second, third, or subsequent generation immigrants. (Bonus fun fact: Descendants of the original Colonizers would be up to 12th generation immigrants but the definition of a generation is flighty)

Do I look like I want to know all sorts of shit about the US? okay so im actually an american studies major so im an outlier adn shouldnt be counted but for the sake of argument, pretend that im not.

No!! But that shit happens to be relevant because we live in a globalized world. So i went ahead, looked it up, and fucking educated myself. I'm literally writing this in a language that's foreign to me and I had to learn first.

And yeah, that's not always easy. And yeah, it's a bit scarier now. You're going through some shit politically that's very concerning. But so are other countries. There's been a pretty much global shift to the right in recent years. Every country has some group hellbent on attacking civil rights. Yours just loves being in the global spotlight and has the geopolitical power to make it so. You have an insanely strong propaganda machine, but guess what!! Whining about the propaganda machine keeping you from learning about other cultures is literally the propaganda machine at work!! You're just gonna sit on your ass and stay culturally isolated because the big guys said there's nothing you can do about it??

Do better. Watch a K-Drama or something. Read something on wikipedia. Try figuring out why OP mentions being hungarian. Might be a bit of an eye opener.

"you don't get it, the usa is a fascist country full of government propaganda, and our rights as women and queer people are constantly attacked!! you have no idea what that's like!!" i'm hungarian 👍

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@vortexparadox​ said: "Charley! No. Not Charley. Not-Charley? Ah! Charlie! Yes, that's it. Come along, Charlie! Time to run!" //Eighth Doctor

unprompted asks    /    ALWAYS ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ Are you feeling all right, Doctor? ❞    She can’t help but laugh, though it’s half-nervous. She takes his hand nevertheless, following along.    ❝ It is Charlie. Did that massive brain of yours have a  glitch  or something? ❞

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@welcomeoblivicn​ said: “ unexpected guest “  (for Hannibal)

send me    “ unexpected guest “   for my muse  ( receiver’s )   to find your muse  ( sender’s )   asleep in mine’s bed,   injured and exhausted,  after having broken into my muse’s home.    /    NO LONGER ACCEPTING ↷

               While Hannibal very much doesn’t appreciate  anybody  having the means to break into his house, perhaps he can overlook it for the fact that it’s Will Graham   —   though his security system definitely is overdue an upgrade after this. After making sure they’re alone, Hannibal stands by the bed, peering down at Will’s sleeping form. Two fingers are placed at the side of his neck, to feel the pulse.

               He looks at his watch, times Will’s heartrate.  Battered  as he looks, it does not seem an emergency, by any means. Hannibal would never turn down the opportunity to  tend to Will,  but the circumstance raises some questions.    ❝ Will, ❞    he prompts, fingers still on Will’s neck, thumb brushing against chin as he grabs a gentle hold of Will’s jaw to turn his head.    ❝ Time to wake up, Will. ❞

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anonymous said: Mary, did you ever truly love Bash?

prompted by a meme?    /    ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ How does one define that  —  truly loved?  Will it sound like a betrayal, will it diminish the gravity of what Francis and I were, if I say yes? There is no straightforward answer, because any such answer would entirely lose its meaning in the perception of whoever’s asking. It would get picked apart, interpreted in a number of different ways. Yes, I loved Bash; and is there such an emotion as love that is not true? However, anything I imagine I could have the capacity of feeling for another person pales in comparison to what I felt, and still feel, for Francis. ❞

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rubiesintherough.​

Well, that hadn’t seemed to accomplish much of anything… the intruding lump had shifted, though, at least. That allayed the fears associated with the blood spattered across his blankets. They were still alive. Whoever they might be. But, the issue still stood that they were in his bed, in his home, likely soaking blood down through his sheets, none of which would have bothered him in the slightest had there been some sort of prior invitation. 

Fingertips still alike with a dancing flame, the phoenix shifted a step nearer, leaning his way across the sleeping form in an attempt to find their face within the huddle of fabric. Other hand reached out once more for their shoulder, intending to give another shake before he resorted to possibly calling the police and certainly an ambulance… something he would much rather avoid, if but for the sake of this stranger. If they’d had no choice but to break into his home for some warmth, Aedus understood they likely would have things they wouldn’t like to share with the authorities.  So, once more, he attempted to shake the shape in his bed awake.     “ Pardon me… “   

               Iris could feel the other shifting nearer, hovering over her & her arm and leg muscles tightened; it took a lot of control to keep her face somewhat relaxed, her eyes closed. She waited for a second touch.

               In the few seconds between him touching her shoulder and speaking, and her reacting, Iris assessed what she managed: the depth of his voice, the size of his hand. Now, she could take down men bigger than her easily enough, but the problem here was that she didn’t know anything beyond an estimate of his size about him. If he was trained in martial arts, if he had a weapon, even if he was just an average guy but happened to be very fit... in her current state, it might not end in her favour. So instead of attacking him, she rolled herself into a sitting position, pushing at him while she moved to gain as much distance as she could. Scrambled off the bed, leaving it between them. The pocket knife pointed at him, she steadied herself against the wall with her free hand.    ❝ Don’t touch me! ❞    Her voice was laced with ferocity.    ❝ Back. Get back. ❞    If she’d just manage to climb back out the window... but even standing straight was difficult, and her arms shook involuntarily.

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@rubiesintherough​ said: ❛   did  i  say  something  wrong ?  ❜    ( cesia / tardis )

from a meme    /    PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ Wrong? Whyever would you think that? ❞    Perhaps for the fact that she had laughed  —  mortals could be self-conscious like that. Yet she doesn’t will her smile away.    ❝ Nothing wrong. Something a little  funny,  maybe. ❞

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@starfalled​ said: ❛   remember  when  you  swore  i  was  the  only  person  who  ever  got  you ?  ❜ (missy to ten)

some meme or another    /    PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

               The Doctor regards her with a hard look. He shouldn’t be feeling pity, much less anything more  affectionate,  looking at Missy, leaving her behind. It’s what she deserves. He’s done worse to people who’ve done less harm. Alone, trapped here, at least she can’t hurt anybody. So why is he hesitating?

               ❝ I never broke that oath. ❞    Maybe such dialogue was never an oath, per se, but what he means to say is that it’s still true. How could anyone else ever understand him even close to the level Koschei did? Two faulty specimen of their kind. But that was a long time ago. Although, maybe it’s more true than ever, now  —  the last of their species. He’s meant to leave. Yet he lingers, at the doorstep of his TARDIS, looking at her. & he regrets. That in his hearts, he already knows he’s not going to go through with this.

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@moonwoken​ said: “There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.” (Hannibal to Will)

kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences    /    ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ You’re a serial killer, Dr. Lecter, ❞    Will replies, a hint of detached amusement in his tone.    ❝ I’m sure you’ll come up with plenty of excuses to kill people all on your own. ❞

               At the very least, there is a sense of  accomplishment  —  he wasn’t wrong about Hannibal. But it’s a very thin silver lining, certainly not keeping him afloat, locked in the basement, most of his time spent in solitude. No, the silver lining is becoming less and less appealing with each day passing by. The cloud itself, it’s toying with Will. Why not soak in the rain? One needs water to sustain. & when it comes to Hannibal’s dinner parties... yes, more likely than not, he’ll keep quiet. Hannibal’s little games aren’t working; Will knows better than to blame himself. But... even still. Be as it may, there’s no reason for someone to get hurt. There’s nothing any guest can do for him. They’ll be too unprepared & Hannibal too clever. Eyes open to face his captor, expression empty sans the tiniest hint of defiance.    ❝ If you really wanted me to be quiet, you could always  serve me to your guest. ❞

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@moonwoken​​ said: 🔒: Arthur at Dean (uther suspects him of magic or so.)

Send ‘🔒’ for your muse to take my muse as a prisoner / hostage    /    ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ No, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. It’s fine. ❞    It’s  not fine.  It’s not that Dean thinks his name won’t be cleared in time  —  he’s not going to burn for a false suspicion. But his father? John is going to murder him. He’s not going to give a shit about what’s true and whether it’s Dean’s own fault he’s gotten into this mess to begin with. Wrong place, wrong time? How dare he be so stupid! John’s going to make it his fault one way or another. And Dean isn’t looking forward to that. Being tossed in the dungeon is a piece of cake compared to facing his father’s disappointment.

               However, he is not going to take it out on Arthur or make him feel bad about it. There’s solidarity there  —  Arthur can’t stand up to Uther any more than Dean can stand up to John.

               ❝ Bet you’ve had a kinky daydream or two of puttin’ me in irons, anyway, ❞    he jokes, putting on his best mischievous grin, despite not feeling it.    ❝ You don’t got to apologise for that. ❞

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paintedlies.

@smokedanced​​   /    charlie     ◭   sc.

    “ Blessed  be  the  boys  time  can’t  capture. ”  A  touch  of  snark  to  her  voice,  a  brush  of  a  smirk  on  her  lips.  A  knowing  look  sent  Charlie’s  way,  and  Rowena  tutted  her  tongue.  And  if  it’s  a  touch  dramatic  —  that’s  what  she  strived  for.  “ But  for  how  long  will  they  run? ”

               ❝ Is that supposed to be a threat? ❞    Rowena unnerves her. It’s never clear whose side she’s on and she’s powerful and mildly terrifying  —  not to mention hugely distracting because, let’s face it, she’s drop dead gorgeous. Charlie gives her a look that’s supposed to say: I am suspicious yet confident. It probably falls a little flat. Suspicious? Check. Confident? Not so much check.    ❝ Do you absolutely have to speak in riddles? Because they don’t make very good conversation starters. See, if you had just gone what’s up, Charles, our interaction would have an entirely different tone. Now you’ve just made me mildly alarmed and unable to stop rambling. ❞

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unfamiliarties.​

❛     uh, well ..  ❜    the man went to explain, still fiddling with the handle trying to heave the ship door open, only to be distracted once again as blue eyes spotted the smoke that was starting to rise from the rear of the ship.  ❛   because eventually it’s gonna start doing that.  ❜    he nodded to the growing smoke cloud.    ❛   which isn’t really what i wanted and why i wanted to get into this quick. so if you have a spare pair of hands then that’d be great.  ❜   he said, his tone growing more worried every second as he glanced back at the younger man.    ❛   c’mon handsome, you look like you’re strong enough and i definitely don’t wanna be near this thing if it explodes.  ❜    

               ❝ Dude, what is that thing? ❞    Dean asks, instinctively moving to lend a hand now that there is  smoke  —  nobody needs to get hurt if there’s a chance of an explosion. And apparently dude is how he responds to handsome, now. No, no, no, this isn’t the time to get distracted. He better not be helping this guy  break into  something that’s not his. It’s not a car, Dean can tell that much, but he assumes it’s a vehicle of some sort; rich people do weird shit all the time, and he has no reason to assume there’s anything non-human about it.    ❝ OK. ❞    He grabs a hold.    ❝ You ready? 1, 2, 3... ❞

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masterfultm.​

@smokedanced​  asked:  “  not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them.  ” /ten for simm!master

   “That’s so cute, Doctor,” he says, hands slipping behind his back. “People run away, they run, they flee, and they die. No one stays, Doctor. No one. Not for long. It’s just a matter of time before they either betray me, shoot me, or lock me away.”

“You should know that more than anyone.”

               The Doctor is  aware  of how thick it sounds, coming from him  —  yet all he’s ever wanted... well, perhaps all of that was lost before it had a chance to begin.    ❝ You’d be surprised. ❞

               He rests his chin onto the heel of a hand, gaze fixed on the Master, eyes piercing, in a way that makes most people uncomfortable. Trying to see him.    ❝ I never stopped wanting what we used to dream of. Travelling the stars, together. Did I run? Absolutely. Would I rather have ran with you? Obviously. ❞    And look at where they are now, all those dreams gone & broken.

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vortexparadox.·

@smokedanced· asked: “I am so sorry for hurting you.” / ten for martha

If she were being honest, she hadn’t thought she would ever see the Doctor again after the last time. If she were really being honest, she had always hoped she would. Just… maybe not with a conversation like this.

“You should be,” she starts, that old frustrated jealousy rearing its head with his words. She knows that, while she did hold a place in his hearts all her own, it was never going to be like that which he had held for Rose while Martha had travelled with him.

“That… you don’t deserve that,” she sighs, reaching out to rest a hand against his arm. “I might have moved on from you, Doctor, but I still love you, and I always will. I’m just not in love with you, like I was.”

Though that love for him had kept her going through the Year That Never Was as she walked the whole of the Earth, spreading stories about the Doctor. 

But she knows - or she’s learned, at least, especially after talking to Jack - that loving the Doctor is something that never really leaves you. Yes, she loved him. And maybe, yes, deep down, she is still in love with him.

Not that she’s about to tell him that.

               No, but he does deserve it. The you should be is easier to hear than... than  forgiveness,  of any kind. The Doctor knows what to do with guilt. It’s much harder to handle compassion. But he’s trying to set things right & own up to his mistakes  —  he shouldn’t be selfish with it. & scary as it is, at least Martha knows him well enough to not be surprised by his... his  brokenness.

               The Doctor glances at her, sat down by her side, a warmth sparkling through the cloud of guilt in his eyes, offers her a smile.    ❝Yes, well. That’s good. Not, not because, not that you aren’t,❞    he backtracks, not wanting to sound as if he’s glad for his own sake, stammering,    ❝I’m, I’m just saying, good for you.❞    The closer they get to him, the more they tend to get hurt. & it warms his hearts, it does, tremendously so, to hear her express her love towards him. He wants to say it back  —  of course he loves her, how could he not? But he’s far from having been even able to say such things to someone he was in love with; though maybe it’d come easier for a friend. Still...

               He feels like he might choke on the gravity of the words, if he were to try.

               A hand to comb through his through hair. Fingers lingering, rubbing the back of his neck. There are so many things the Doctor wishes for, so many things he knows better than to want. Yes, OK, of course, of course there’s the nagging desire to just ask her to  come with him,  to have someone... someone he doesn’t need to hide his age, his pain, from. He’s lost everything.    ❝How... ahh, how have things... Y’know, want to fill me in? It’s been a few years, I suppose.❞    A few lonesome years, after he lost Donna. But the solitude... he’s learned his lesson on what it does to him.

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rubiesintherough.​

(( @smokedanced​ sent — ❝ i’m just someone who cares. ❞ / ten for cassie? ))

     “ Wrong place fo’ someone like that ‘round here.  Lucky there’s no one else here, otherwise y’d have jus’ painted a target on y’ own back… they’d be glad t’ beat any caring out o’ y’. “    There was a slight pause, though, momentary. And Cassie heaved a heavy sigh and one shoulder raised up into an almost defeated, conceding shrug.    “ But, since there’s not… I guess I can try t’ help, if I can. Don’t know that I can tell y’ much, though. Lot o’ strange things that happen ‘round here, lot o’ people go missing, lot o’ people wind up dead. If I were y’, I’d give up on that lead. It’d be like a dog chasing it’s own tail fo’ weeks fo’ the littlest bit o’ scraps, if y’ manage t’ find anything at all. “  

               ❝ Ha. ❞    The Doctor smiles at her.    ❝ I’m tougher than I look. ❞    Just because he  cares  doesn’t mean he isn’t able to  defend himself.  But if he can present himself that way  —  pacifistic, positive  —  all the better. There’s no chance he’ll abandon his pursuit, either. Sure, lots of folks go missing due to fellow humans, but he doesn’t think this is quite as simple as that.    ❝ I appreciate the warning, ❞    he says, elbow against counter, leaning his chin against the heel of his hand,    ❝ but I’m pretty persistent. Are you sure there’s nothing more specific you’ve heard? Place like this, lots of people must come and go. ❞    & he wonders whether he should do something to make sure she is safe, in an environment like this, or if it would be crossing a line.

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truthuncovered.​

@smokedanced​ - [ for River. ]

“What… exactly is going on here?” There’s a woman in her office… at a quarter to eleven at night, with the doors locked, on a Saturday. On first inspection, she isn’t holding any weapons or look menacing… but looks can be deceiving. “How did you get in?” Now Cecilia’s considering having to buy an entirely new lock system and possibly alarms.

               ❝ Oh, don’t mind me, nothing to be alarmed of, ❞    River responds, not as much as lifting her gaze from the device she’s typing at.    ❝ Just pretend you never saw me and I won’t bother you again. ❞    It was a piece of cake to let herself in, even if by regular standards the office seems moderately safe. Thing is, she works with a whole different set.

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goldenashs.​

@smokedanced​ liked x for a starter!

“you ever deal with a whole nest before? of course you have, dumb question.” vampires. she’d dealt with one or two, but never a whole nest at the same time. she was armed to the teeth, but her heart still rattled with nervousness as they pushed through bushes & trees alike. they were well-prepared & ash knew they were both not new to this, too, but hunting always did this to her. “thanks, by the way. for letting me tag along.”

               Truth be told, it’s a little nerve-wracking for Dean, too. Not the nest, the nest is a routine hunt  —  but Ash. It’s not what he wants to be to anybody, a mentor; if anything, he wants to keep people as far away from this life as he possibly can. Still, sometimes it’s a choice between bad and worse. At least this way he can... try to keep her safe, make sure she picks up a few skills to keep herself safe.    ❝ Yeah, I’ve dealt with a nest or two, ❞    Dean replies, lips curving into a wry smile.    ❝ Don’t worry about bein’ scared. You’d be dumb not to be. ❞    He keeps moving, eyes ahead, through the thickening underbush.    ❝ And don’t thank me. This isn’t... ❞    Unsure how to continue, he simply trails off into silence. Dragging someone into this life... he should be apologising, not being  thanked.