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“The handholding, Hajime! Whenever the main couple is angry at each other they hold hands and then they aren’t angry anymore! Um… how did they say it? I think it was that they were, um, joined so the anger flowed out of them. Or something.”
Tooru keeps going on about the show, but Hajime’s face is so hot he can’t focus on whatever he’s saying.
“C—couple? What you trying to say, Tooru?”
“I’m saying—” Tooru sighs— “we should hold hands because we fight all the time! I’m angry at you and I want to go back to playing so we should hold hands!”
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(Five times Hajime and Tooru held hands through the years, and the one time they ended up kissing.)
Zephyr: You’ve had a long journey, haven’t you?
Sage: I apologize for my abrupt arrival.
Zephyr: There is no need. We are honored to have you here.
Sage: Thank you.
Zephyr: turning around. You are safe here, Safe. Welcome to freedom.
Zephyr: Welcome to Ayathia.
“You’ve had a long journey, haven’t you?” Zephyr is leading her through the thick woods, only armed with a small golden dagger that they use to cut away any foliage in the way. “You came from so far north, I’m amazed that you survived this long.” They look over their shoulder, and there is no contempt in their eyes or on their freckled face. Just kindness and sympathy.
Sage wants to stop walking for a moment to stare at the sky, allow her weary body to rest just for a few minutes. It wasn’t until hours ago, at dinner, did she realize just how tired she is. How on edge she’d been – how on edge she still is, but like Nyx had told her, they don’t have much time to rest. They’re here to hopefully get the Emperor and Empress of Ayathia to help them as her mother has already formed a large army to begin invading where they can.
also in trans news that should be talked about. laverne cox has stated that on saturday her and a friend were assulted in a park and it’s not really getting the same attention as elliot. we can still be proud of him without ingnoring what happened to laverne and her friend.
if you claim ally ship to the trans community then you can’t ignore the bad things that happen to especially trans woc. and if you’re a white trans person you can’t just talk about other white trans people. it just shows that you only care about trans people if they are white and that shouldn’t be the case.
if your gonna talk about elliot please also talk about laverne. she deserves better and we should all do better to raise up the voices of black trans women.
very cute but i would not let someone else touch my glasses, not because they’re expensive but because they’re barely being held together with hot glue and if someone else holds them the wrong way they will break again and that’s just embarrassing
Better Glasses Tropes
(Brought to you by 'losing my glasses wouldn't make me prettier or dorkier or more badass, it'd just make me me without my glasses'.)
Taking someone's glasses off when they're tired, or to stop them working too hard.
Handing someone's glasses to them with their morning coffee.
Putting someone's glasses aside when they hand them to you before sleeping.
Taking someone's glasses off when they're asleep or nearly asleep with them on.
Asking to take someone's glasses off in the bedroom, before things start to get hot and heavy.
Someone taking their glasses off themselves in the bedroom, as a sign that things are getting hot and heavy.
Characters taking their glasses off when they're tired or emotional, as a sign that they're vulnerable, and only characters they trust deeply being allowed to see them that way.
Everyone’s like “those Germans have a word for everything” but English has a word for tricking someone into watching the music video for Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up.
Almost 200 people were murdered in Armenia in 3 days and y'all are still ignoring us.
This is not a war, this is a massacre Azerbaijan and Turkey are committing against the Armenian people.
Turkey's president literally admitted that he wants to finish what his ancestors started. He wants to commit another genocide, and this time he wants to kill us all.
I don’t study genocides war crimes and human rights for fun. I study it bc my people have been at the foot from the very first genocide of the 20th century and previous attempts to exterminate my entire race. The fact that no one is speaking up when another genocide is at the brink of occurring to the ethnic Armenians living in Artsakh (Nagorno Karabakh) is mind blowing. I have to say I’m not surprised by the lack of effort - Americans, especially, are the most self interested humans I’ve met. This isn’t about narrative, this is about rapid belligerent individualism. We can philosophize all day about it but at the end - people don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves. There is rarely any altruism left in this world. As Monte said, no ones gonna fight for us, we will have to fight on our own to survive. The alternative is not an option.
MONSTROUS, WRETCHED, AND DIVINE - NAME MEANINGS (PART 2)
“So you want to play it like that?” Lev asks softly, his hand going up to push back my hair. I snap at his fingers, but he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. I glare at him, shooting him the most loathing look I can muster. Faster than my eyes can follow, he backhands me across the cheek, an agonized cry coming from the corner.
“Please, please,” Pavel sobs as my head cracks to the side. “Please, I’m begging you - I’ll do anything -”
“I’ll kill you, I fucking swear it -” I gasp, pain reverberating throughout my entire head. “Bastard -”
Lev grabs my hair and yanks violently, causing a shameful yelp of pain to escape me. “That’s not how we talk to our superiors, now,” he hums as I pant. My vision goes red.