#<- rhetorical question i dont need an answer

[laikahh]

owre you foing my homeskedaddle

doing alright !!! the fear is getting to me bit its always getting to me.so whatever

[mihotose]

wrt to the za/um situation id like people to consider their stance on piracy: is piracy a morally neutral act, hence everything can be pirated freely or is piracy a punishment for companies that "deserve" it? on the reverse of that, are there companies that don't "deserve" it, and how do you delineate that? is it really possible for you to believe both when the company has no way of knowing what your personal reasoning for it is?

for the record! i am pro piracy of everything, but im curious as to whether reminders to pirate, in this case, disco elysium, are more for You as the consumer to feel like you are doing More than what youre doing (that is, just downloading a game). rather, is there any material difference between pirating because you dont want to or cant pay for it and pirating in protest, outside of your own private feelings, when the company will not receive your money either way? (does it count as a loss in profits if they were never going to get it? if not, what is the purpose of the protest?)

this isnt to say it isnt necessary to tell people to pirate the game at all! but i think its not un-worth it to contextualise why it is "morally correct to pirate disco elysium" outside of a meme image or phrase (ie tell them about the situation if they didnt know) if someone is thinking about piracy in terms of a meaningful Action, and like, ground your stance in something more than pissing executives off

[moonwoodcollective]

why the fuck is it so hard to find native content in ts4 community that isnt war bonnets and facepaint

[satoriberry]

fellas is it normal to still have to ask yer mom for her permission to let you see yer friends/have a sleepover with them/visit the same person two days in a row?? :3

[harrysmmm]

hello, love! i originally put this in the comments but it might get lost in your notifications. anyway, if you are up for it, do you mind writing a second part for magically annoying? i need jealous draco 😩 anyway, if you do it may you please tag me in the comments or something so i am brought back and dont forget? thanks so much! dont feel pressured to write it 🩷🫶🏻

have a wonderful and lovely day/night <3

thank you love for the inbox! hope you like it !!! ♡

Draco Malfoy x Y/N (f!reader)

Setting: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Summary: where Harry and Draco have a crush on you at the same time and they both ask you to the yule ball. (part two)

part 1

W/C: 2.4K

Taglist: @mrsmikaelsxn @Iail1010

masterlist here

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Mixed feelings. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror. A long velvet dress was framing your body, embellishing every edge, every curve of it. Your shoulders were naked, leaving your collarbones with no room for imagination. You paired up the dress with cream high-heels that matched your hand purse.

“I swear this pin on my hair won’t stay put,” Hermione said from the other side of the room.

“I can’t believe you don’t have a spell for that, Hermione,” you teased a little bit.

“There’s no reason for a spell for hair, Y/N.” She approached your mirror and stood next to you. “Besides, I’ve tried to cast one and it’s not possible.”

“Are you guys talking about hair spells?” Luna Lovegood was standing at the doorframe of your dormitory. How the hell did she get in the Gryffindor common room? “I know a bunch of them. I made these two-side ponytails with one of them.”

“Well… you shouldn’t be here Luna!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Cool it off,” you advised here.

“I mean, this is the Gryffindor area. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Neville let me in. I’m going with him to the ball. Apparently, Ginny ditched on him. How curious, I thought she was after him, but guess she’s not.”

“Well, you look stunning, Luna,” you added. She did look pretty, in her own way. She was wearing an aluminium dress, or that’s what it looked like, coupled with hanging balls of cotton on the edges. Her face was decorated with shiny, glittery makeup.

“Thank you, Y/N. Your dress is really pretty, it highlights your body. I’m sure Harry is going to think the same.”

The name had been dropped. Harry. Harry Potter. Harry Bloody Potter. That was your date to the ball. After the incident with Malfoy, Harry was by far your safest bet. And besides, he did ask you first.

You had spent those past few weeks thinking how, when the moment would come, you wouldn’t think about the incident with Malfoy.

How you would not think about his eyes staring into yours with your wand up.

You would not think about him getting closer with a smirk on his face.

Not think about his eyes going up and down your body.

Think about his hand making contact with your waist.

His lips painfully slow when brushing yours.

His lips.

Draco Malfoy.

It was going to go downhill.

It was tradition that boys would get to the entrance first. They would all be waiting for their ladies to go down the stairs, greet them with a soft kiss on their hand, and show them to the Great Hall.

Hermione and Luna had already left - you were still passing your fingers through your hair in an attempt of putting it together. Although your hair was already in its place, you needed an outlet to where to put your twisting feelings on.

You stared at yourself in the mirror again.

Why bloody Malfoy? Why him?

While you were trying to find an answer to the rhetorical question a silly smile got in your face.

No. No. No.

You were giggling like a twelve-year-old with a crush on another twelve-year-old. Pathetic.

Besides, the thought of him didn’t deserve any of your time. The butthead hadn’t even looked at you since the incident. In fact, his little pranks had become even more annoying, even more personal, if that could ever happen. He had faked a letter from Professor Snape that had put on your desk in Charms class. The letter described as followed:

“Miss Y/L/N, Your scores on the test about deadly potion mixing have been the lowest I have ever seen in all my teaching years in this school. I’m afraid you will be suspended in advance and hope to pass next semester. I won’t tolerate a Gryffindor mocking my course, nor my teaching methods. I must take 30 points off Gryffindor. Yours sincerely, Professor Snape P.S. the same applies to Potter. Also the points.”

You teared up that day. And if it wasn’t enough, when you went to see Snape and found out it was fake, he took ten points off Gryffindor for being so naive and believing it was true. He also took ten points off on Harry, for being, once again, mingled in the sauce.

And putting everything aside, you couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend you weren’t going to look for his face that night. You couldn’t pretend you were not going to wonder about what would’ve happened if you had said yes to him. How you would slow dance together; how everyone would think you were the most unthinkable couple, but that deep down you were killing the game.

You brushed all of those feeling off, looking at yourself in the mirror forcing it to be the last time. You turned around and headed to the stairs before the ball began.

Harry was patiently waiting for you. He had been looking on and off to the stairs since girls started to come down. He was really nervous about the whole situation and for the first time, it didn’t have to do with him being the centre of attention as one of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament. He was nervous because of you. He had been wanting to ask you out since the beginning of the course, but never had the guts to do it, knowing that a friendship was at stake. The moment you said yes to him after dinner, his belly exploded in thousands of butterflies, and he promised himself that he would try to act as a gentleman for you that night. Because you were the most lovable person he had ever met.

Suddenly, you made the entrance on the stairs. His gaze immediately went to you - how your hair fell perfectly from your shoulders; how the tale of the dress would follow your steps when you went down; how your eyes would magically swing between the stair steps and him. He was taken by the view. Once you had come down, he greeted you with his arm.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

He wanted to say how good you looked. He wanted to, but something blocked his throat, and he was almost unable to speak.

“Hum… you… hum… shall we?”

You got the hint. “We shall.”

You two got in the line of the champions, who as tradition, entered the ball first and opened it with the first dance. While McGonagall was counting you to make sure everyone was at their place, you scanned the room looking for a certain bleached one.

There you found him.

He had his arms crossed with Pansy Parkinson’s. He was gracefully talking to a Durmstrang student as if it was a sort of haute-classe yearly networking party. You hated how he seemed so unbothered, so natural. He looked naturally happy. You hated it because all you could do was fake.

You decided you were going to give him a little bit of a show.

The trumpets started echoing and everyone stood in both sides of the Great Hall, except the champions and their partners who were waiting for the sign to walk up to the dance floor. When McGonagall gave the green flag, the line started to move, every couple having their arms crossed with one another. You decided to hold Harry’s hand. He looked surprised at you but didn’t move his. You were walking down the aisle, most people noticing the subtlety of your tangled hands. You peripherally looked at Draco, and noticed he had a blank expression on his face when you passed next to him. Was that jealousy? Indifference? Oblivion? You couldn’t keep thinking of interpretations when Harry’s hand got to your waist, beginning just like that the first dance of the ball. You gracefully moved with him, having internalized the compass weeks prior. You swung from one side to the other for exactly three minutes and forty-six seconds when you stopped the dance, and everyone clapped. Harry’s eyes were mesmerized on yours, seeming oblivious to what was happening on the outside.

“Y/N, I-” He started a sentence, but he rapidly stopped talking, getting closer and closer as seconds went by.

Was he going to…? You couldn’t succumb to that happening.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” And just like that, you left the dance floor in everyone’s eyes.

You got in one of the cubicles of the restroom. You locked the door behind you and melted on the floor. You were so conflicted… why all of a sudden did Harry have so much interest in you? And why did Malfoy tell you all those things a month ago and didn’t even lock his eyes with yours since?

“Y/N?”

It was Hermione’s voice.

“Yeah, here,” you replied, getting up.

“You okay?,” she said.

“Yeah, just a sec.”

You flushed to pretend and got out of the toilet.

“You don’t look okay.” Hermione knew you all too well.

“Just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“Did the people overwhelm you or did Harry do it?”

You waited a few seconds to reply. “Both.”

“About the people, the hardest part already ended, we already opened the ball. About Harry, you should hint him that you don’t feel the same.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“It’s inevitable. Sooner rather than later.”

She didn’t know about Draco. You hadn’t told a soul about what happened. Mostly because you didn’t understand it yourself, but also because keeping it a secret made it more exciting – it was like your chocolate sweet before bedtime. You wanted it all to yourself.

You went over to the sink and started washing your hands.

“And you with Viktor? Have you two talked a bit?”

“Well, he doesn’t really talk. In fact, he doesn’t talk at all.”

“Stunning,” you replied.

She grinned back at you.

You both exited the bathroom and went to both your respective dates. You saw Harry sitting down on one of the tables, talking to Ron. You joined them.

“Hey, sorry for earlier.”

“Hey. No, it’s fine. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries.”

“You wanna dance, maybe?”

“Sure.”

He gave you his hand and showed you to the dancefloor. A lively rock song was being played and both of you started moving to the rhythm, having fun more than dancing. That was until you looked at your left and saw that someone couldn’t stop staring at you. You and Draco locked eyes with each other while he was also dancing with Pansy.

He put his hand on her waist.

You placed your arms around Harry’s neck.

He pulled Pansy closer to him.

You slowly got closer to Harry’s face.

That was until Harry cut the scene.

“You wanna go for drinks?”

You were surprised. Wasn’t he into you? Why was he not adhering to what was happening, even if you weren’t technically doing it to him?

“Okay,” you replied.

You both exited the dancefloor and headed to the drinks counter. He served you some punch.

“Y/N, I-”

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall blurted, “you must come with the other champions for the ceremonial speech.”

“The ceremonial wha-”

“Come, come. There’s no time,”

He looked at you one last time before being swollen by McGonagall’s anxiety. You looked at him leaving until someone disturbed your moment.

“No more boyfriend, Y/L/N?” Draco’s voice made an alarm in your heart go on.

You looked right at him. “I could ask the same thing.”

He smirked at you.

“What are you drinking?”

“Why do you care?”

“Woo-hoo, you were swollen by a dementor or what?”

“So funny, aren’t you?”

“So pissy. It’s because Potter left you?”

“You know, you sound like a kindergarten.” You stopped looking at him and drank more of the punch.

“Now that your boyfriend left, what you doing tonight?”

“What do you mean? We’re in a ball.”

“I stick to my question.”

You sighed. “I will stay at the ball until I’m tired and I wanna go to sleep.”

“Pity, I thought you might wanna get your wand back. Taking into consideration that tomorrow we still have class.”

You looked back at him, astonished. “My wand? Did you take my wand?”

“Who said I did? I’m just making a point here,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

“Draco, where is my wand?”

“Funny you ask because, it will only appear if you really need it.”

You got the hint. You looked one last time at Draco and rolled your eyes. You exited the ball with fast steps and headed to the seventh floor, left corridor, where the Room Of Requirements could be found. You closed your eyes and focused on your wand. Suddenly, where there was before a wall a door appeared. You got in.

The room was full of antic objects. You started by looking at the floor to see if Draco had thrown it, but you couldn’t see it. It was going to be impossible will all the number of objects.

“Looking for this?”

Draco’s voice echoed in the room. You turned around and there he was with your wand in hand.

“Draco, I’m done with your silly games. Give it back.”

“Come take it.” He kept it in one of his pants’ pockets.

“Draco,” you sighed, still you stood in front of him

You put one of your hands in his pocket to grab the wand and he immediately got closer to you. So close your lips were almost brushing each other.

“Hi,” he said.

You didn’t reply and with the willpower you have left, you tried to grab the wand. He got even closer, his crotch making contact with you. He had a boner.

You paralyzed and eventually, looked up at his eyes.

He was staring at you with no smile this time. He looked desperate and lustful. He pulled your head towards his, and his lips made their way to yours.

He started kissing you softly, only both of your lips playing with one another. Then he started introducing his tongue and biting your lower lip so hard it made you moan. You grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you. He moved one of his hands to your ass and squeezed it a few times. He let out a moan.

“The Room of Requirements,” you started saying between kisses, “only opens when you need it.” He tried to shut you up with his mouth but you continued. “How did you get in?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked you, ending the kiss and staring into your eyes. “I needed you.”

Enamoured. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

[sanjisblackasswife]

headcanons about the monster trio being jealous? 😏

Monster Trio Being Jealous (SFW/NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

CW: Ace Spoilers in Luffy, Oral Sex, Semi-public sex, Fingering, Riding, Luffy is OOC again mb, Edging, Overtsimulation

Sanji

SFW

Very fucking annoying

He gets pouty, very clingy, and unnecessarily protective

He doesn’t like seeing men approach you. It’s already an issue when Zoro—-his damn crew mate—who is around you 24/7 but now when you guys go to an island he has to “protect” you from other men as well.

Let’s say you and him were out shopping and he went to look at some food at a vendor beside a boutique you were in. Okay, now let’s say you drop something and a man came to pick it up for you. Sanji sees this because this jackass has a 6th sense of knowing a man is near you and comes in to kick him

“Are you fucking kidding me Sanji..”

“HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!”

“HE WAS PICKING UP A SHIRT I DROPPED! PLUS LOOK AT HIM HE’S LIKE 17?!”

“SO?!”

“I’M IN MY 20s!”

Most of y’all arguments are based on his jealously which is usually the first and only time Sanji is very stubborn with you denying that he is jealous. So what you can do to fix the situation is just shun him for an hour he cracks and apologizes Everytime.

NSFW

You both are heading back to the Sunny from nearly being arrested after Sanji ends up fighting the guy that also happened to be a Marine. When Sanji grabbed your hand suddenly and hit the corner landing you both in a small alleyway.

“San—MMM!”

He began kissing and sucking all over your lips like a true man in need.

The thing about Sanji is he feeds off of knowing he is the only person that can make you feel good, but when he feel challenged

Or moreso jealous

His touches are more desperate , he whines so much in your mouth for reassurance, “Please please tell me im the only man for you.”

It’s almost like his questions are rhetoric because he keeps moving his tongue in your mouth.

“San—!”

Unless you stop him he will prove on his knees to you, by throwing your thigh over his shoulder and suckle on your clit

He nearly cries inside your pussy, licking and telling you how much you mean to him, pleading you don’t leave him, and that he wants to be the only man to make you happy.

“I can only eat this pussy, right? Nobody else..”

You better tell him the truth fast before he fucks you against that alleyway wall.

Luffy

(AU where Ace Lives)

Is not a very jealous person like Sanji or Zoro, but The first time you every experienced it with Luffy was a treat.

You finally met Luffy’s brother Ace and you both hit it off so well. When you seen him again back in Wano it was like you both couldn’t separate from each other.

You had a small past fling with Luffy’s brother and though you both agreed it didn’t mean anything it didn’t stop wither of you from gravitating to the other.

And Luffy noticed this, and it made him unintentionally grumpy. He was more distracted, quiet, and focused on your actions.

Your dumbass don’t notice this, he knew about his brother and your past, but he never really cared until now. Why were you laughing with him so much? Why are you hugging him for so long?

Luffy didnt understand but he had a sudden urge to literally be on your back like a Koala. You and Ace didn’t mind it, yall assumed it was Luffy being Luffy until you grabbed Ace’s hand and your boyfriend slapped it down.

“What’s wrong with you, lil bro?”

“Nothing. I wanna see Y/N real quick.”

Nsfw

“I-i—!?”

“Hm? Why are you suddenly so…touchy with my brother?”

Words wasn’t even able to be spoken correctly out your mouth. You’ve just came and Luffy’s fingers haven’t let up. His thighs spread yours apart in front of your own mirror, his eyes barely visible, but you knew they were dark

“Hey.” Luffy spats out against your ear giving your clit a firm slap, you hiss out of embarrassment seeing your arousal splash against the tip of his fingers. “Look at me, please.”

He kept repeating the question and with each “i dont know” answer was a faster rub against your clit, or an additional finger to scissor you.

It was so odd to see Luffy not as loud as he usually is during sex. He was more focused on making you cum again and again and again mumbling how much better he is at this then anybody else to make you feel good.

“….’fuckin’ mine.”

Was the most you’d hear mumbled and groaned into your sweaty hot neck as he fucked himself into you.

Luffy didn’t even care to acknowledge his jealous behavior after he was done with you. He left to bring back some food to eat beside you as you laid on the bed a cum filled mess after being overstimulated by his fingers, tongue, and dick.

You ask if him he acted the way he did he just smiles at you and shrugs, “I just wanted to show you some love!”

Zoro

SFW

His form of jealously is being a little pissy bitch.

Like Sanji, but he’s passive aggressive towards you.

He will be very in denial about being jealous so don’t even bring it up.

He doesn’t stop acting that way until he gets over it.

Whenever that may be.

He has some issues verbally expressing himself towards you and you knew it before yall started dating so you began to know how to read his body language as a way of communicating with him.

Today must have been an off day though.

All day, absolutely all day you spent your time in the kitchen with sanji, talking with sanji, complimenting sanji. Everything that ero cook was doing you made sure to acknowledge it.

And zoro noticed.

When you finally have some alone time with Zoro he doesn’t even talk to you, just hums and grumbles. You noticed something was wrong but didnt care to ask until he walks over towards you as you’re bent over in the Crows Nest

NSFW

“Does that—fuck—stupid cook fuck you like this too?!”

“N-no!”

It was almost embarrassing how you was pressed against the cold wall, his pace not letting up. It started off so sweet. Him being so needy , kissing you, mumbling incoherent words on your skin and clingy up until he bites your neck.

Zoro manhandles you a bit more, not too much to where you’ll be in actual pain, but he isn’t afraid to move your body around in any position he desires.

“P-please ! Wait! Keep going!”

He lets out an airy chuckle looking down at your lewd damped body on his workout bench, lazily flicking his index finger on your sensitive clit. He has been so mean pulling out to stroke his cock in front of you right before you cum.

He even came on you instead.

You beg and plead at his teasing and edging up until you finally put two and two together when he says,

“Keep going? Like how you kept going back to that stupid ass cook to hang out with all day? Want me to go get him. Show him how much you need some cock?”

You didnt even realize from the beginning he was doing all this out of jealousy. Once you begin to apologize, he starts to feel a liittlllee bad and lets you finally cum on his dick.

Rest assured though, once you wake up out of your boyfriend’s arm you’re ganna give him an earful on him being a jealous baby instead of coming to speak to you about how he actually felt.

[bigfemboyenergy]

woah!!!! again?!?

remember that one post i made with a gf/dp crossover in which the ghost zone actually CONTAINS the mindscape? dont lie, i know you dont

i just remembered how cool that felt to me so !! im thinkin i might write a bit (just., gotta find it)

original prompt post: https://www.tumblr.com/bigfemboyenergy/749856656479879168/ok-ok-this-will-be-the-last-time-i-promise?source=share

Bill laughs as the kid stares straight through the hole he just shot through Bill’s bowtie. “I’m immortal here, kid! It’ll take more than that to kill me!” Immediately, the human changes his stance, as if preparing for some sort of violent response. Bill doesn’t even bother to so much as flick him as he says, “Whoa, whoa kid! How much trauma have you dealt with?” He openly laughs, his strange voice filling the odd, infinite space.

The boy adjusts his posture, tensing up a bit, as he seems to prepare a blast from his hand. To this, Bill stops laughing and continues to act fairly casual. “You know, you’re quite the sight for sore eye! I haven’t seen anyone in this realm outside of myself before!” He watches the human get a little less tense, before tensing up again, as if waiting for some surprise attack. “Look here, kid. I’m not in a fighting mood,” Bill starts, with a laugh. It’s obvious he’s being a little more serious, before he quickly returns to his overly odd cackle, “No matter how much you seem to be!”

Danny can’t help but suspect the thing. He can’t tell what it is, especially since it has no ghost-like aspects outside of its regeneration. After all, a yellow equilateral triangle with one giant eye, a bowtie, a cane, and a fashionable hat doesn’t seem..quite normal to become, for those who’ve passed. It irks him to see something so strange and oddly, uncomfortably threatening, within his domain. Danny can’t help but feel protective over his realm, as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, a title he gained since his defeat of Pariah Dark. His obsession with protecting others also doesn’t help.

But Danny really knows something’s up. He’s never even heard of such an odd being in the Realms before, something he doesn’t expect despite its vastness. With a deep breath that he doesn’t quite need to take, he finally speaks to the creature: “What even are you?” Danny doesn’t even care to sugarcoat his words. This being surely hasn’t done so with its own, so why not be so straightforward?

The beast’s singular eye almost illustrates the emotion of grinning. Danny only notices now, but the creature almost pulses as it seems to speak, with no mouth in sight. “I’m a dream demon, isn’t it obvious? The name’s Bill Cipher, make sure you don’t forget it!” It asks, a clearly rhetorical, purely joking, question, before continuing. “From a world in which direction, dimension, and disaster have no meaning! Where 2D is the new 3D, and life is near worthless!” Danny watches as the thing calling itself a ‘dream demon’ bursts into a fit of laughter, it seeming to find everything very entertaining. He must say, he isn’t satisfied with the being’s answer. It just seems to leave even more questions.

Danny lets himself relax as the demon questions him right back; “Who, rather than what, are you, kid?”

Bill watches the human closely with his eye, waiting for an inevitable response, whether with words or actions. It’s rather exciting to practically hear the gears in the boy’s brain turning as he thinks deeply. Within a minute or so, the kid responds, “Phantom. People call me Phantom.” Bill nods, in a way that his unusual body will let him. Everything about the boy only seems to get more interesting. “Say, what business do you have here, Phantom?” Bill questions, with a smirk-like look in his eye.

Phantom gives Bill a calculating look. “I am the ruler of these realms, actually.” This greatly surprises Bill, who rotates his cane in his hand thoughtfully. “Well, who’d have thunk it! Why, kid, you’re quite the little mystery!” He laughs, his voice once again resonating through the infinite space.

It seems like the two are in for a ride- one of the “emotional rollercoaster” type.

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Memory

(Masterlist)

thank you to the anon who wanted to know more abt the institute! this part is dedicated to you :)

i dont usually write anything involving children in whump but delta was raised in captivity and this is some pretty important insight into what he was like as a kid. be advised.

(Content: living weapon whumpee, slavery, military whump, death, dehumanization, incarceration, child abuse, physical violence, minor drug mention, slight suicidal ideation)

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Delta shot up in surprise as his bedroom door opened. It didn’t lock from the inside, but it was so early in the morning that he hadn’t been expecting anyone to come looking for him. Besides, Simon usually knocked first.

It wasn’t Simon, though. Delta squinted at the figure in the doorway. It was one of the junior officers; he recognized his face, but wasn’t able to recall his name. They weren’t well acquainted. Nevertheless, the officer snapped his fingers, motioning for Delta to come to him.

Delta slid off the bed, moving to follow. He was uncomfortable with the strange silence, the strange situation, but he was not in any position to disobey a superior. The thought was laughable.

Still, it was unusual? The officer gripped his wrist tightly, dragging him out of the room, all without speaking. Delta bristled. He didn’t know this man at all — and a junior officer rank was nothing to get haughty about.

They were headed to one of the starboard observation ports. It was a large window, giving a nearly panoramic view of the terrain below. The officer pushed Delta in front of it. He kneeled out of pure habit.

“Take out the northmost mountain top. We need an avalanche. Make it look natural,” The officer finally spoke.

Delta turned to stare at him. He obviously couldn’t do it, even if he wanted to. The collar was still on. Neither of his handlers were there to take it off. The officer took his confusion for defiance, drawing his hand back as if to slap him. Delta flinched.

The door slammed open so violently it almost came off the hinges.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Paris yelled. Delta immediately cringed at the tone, but he knew even then that it wasn’t addressed to him.

It was surreal to not be the one on the receiving end of Paris’s violence for a change. Delta scooted back a little to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. The officer had a few inches on Paris, which did not matter much once he’d been slammed into the ground. Delta saw the officer spit blood out, shielding his face, hands raised in surrender. Paris came up gasping for air.

“You’re fired,” He managed, “You’re lucky I don’t fucking kill you. And I’m telling you right now, it’s only because of the paperwork.”

The officer laid motionless, fighting to even remain conscious. 

Paris looked up in time to notice how Delta was staring. The bloodthirsty look had not yet drained from his eyes. Delta felt his stomach drop.

Paris smacked him in the back of the head — not enough to hurt, but enough to stun. The prince yanked him up by the arm and did not let go as they left, as if he didn’t trust him to follow anymore. Delta stumbled, caught off balance. They only just made it out into the hallway before Paris slammed him into the wall.

“Why the fuck were you with him?” The bone of Paris’s forearm presses into his throat, the pressure only somewhat absorbed by the collar.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness.” Delta led with. It was a struggle to keep his tone respectful, to not sound like he was arguing. “He made me.”

Paris pulled away, simultaneously pushing Delta further into the wall. 

“Fuck!” Paris kicked the wall instead of Delta’s shin, showing some measure of restraint. Or maybe he just needed something more solid to bounce off of. It made a sharp, metallic sound. Delta flinched back as Paris rounded on him in disgust.

“Don’t you have any fucking backbone at all?” He hissed. A rhetorical question, apparently. Paris stormed away without waiting for an answer. 

Delta stood aimlessly, alone in the hallway. He rubbed at skin around his collar. It was the only thing that hurt him; he hadn’t gotten beaten like he expected to. But that last remark had stung.

He walked back to his room and made sure to place the chair in front of the door before sitting back on the bed. Did he have a backbone? Obviously not. It had been beaten out of him at every opportunity, for as long as he could remember.

Then Delta did something he did not like to do. He remembered the Institute. So much of it had been pushed beneath the surface. But this time, something came up to the forefront of his memory before he could stop it.

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“Hey,” she tugged at his sleeve. Her face was mostly hidden under the strands of green hair. He could still see her smile poking out from beneath.

“Mmh?” Delta replied, barely looking up. He remembered they’d just given him new sleeping pills and his body had yet to adjust. That was why the memory felt so muddy. 

“You’re good with long range, right?” The girl asked. She was a new arrival, barely two months in. She showed enough potential to have landed her there, but she’d never crack the dean’s list. She struggled to manipulate anything that was outside of arm’s length. He followed her gesture out to the podium. The director was setting up there, preparing to give his address. 

“Can you just, like, knock him over?” She asked, pointing specifically to the box the director was to stand on. Delta thought about it. 

“Could, yeah. Won’t,” he responded, putting his head back down. It was almost too much effort to keep himself upright.

“Why not?” She whined, “It’ll be funny.”

“If you do it, it’ll be cute,” Delta shrugged, “If I do it, they’ll shoot me.”

He had already cracked it by then. The supervisors watched all the highest performers like hawks, always on-guard for any sign of defiance. They acted like they’d gotten in over their heads, like they hadn’t expected their stated goal. They had their weapons lined up — a few dozen of them. They weren’t grateful for it. They were scared.

==================

But Delta gave them less trouble than the others. He was younger, but already not half as spirited as his peers. He was calm. He didn’t like pain and he knew how to avoid it here. All you had to do was behave.

They didn’t get it. Delta chewed at the drawstring of his hoodie as he listened to them complain. He’d been at the school long enough that he never heard any new complaints. They always cycled through the same ones depending on the season. It was a bit annoying, honestly. Complaining didn’t change anything. It didn’t get them anywhere. It just worked them up worse than they had been before and got all their handlers in a bad mood. He did not mention this to the other students; it was never well received.

Today it was about the prisoner culling. One of the boys was all in a fit. His father had been falsely accused and sent to jail. He’d gotten his hands on the abolitionist literature. There was no way they could get him to use his powers against any of the inmates they’d brought in to practice against. Their handler had been irate all morning; the outburst did not help.

“It burns,” the boy insisted, “Mine burn. It’s not right. It’s not humane. Fuck this.”

“Language,” the handler warned him, “Who taught you that word?”

“Fuck?” The boy repeated.

“No. Humane. Where’d you learn it?”

Delta rolled his eyes. The handler caught it.

“You have a problem?” Her attention was suddenly turned on him.

“No, ma’am,” Delta straightened out.

“Would you like to go first, then?” She asked. 

It wasn’t an uncommon request for him. Everyone knew he was a total teacher’s pet. He steadied himself, sizing up the targets he’d been assigned. There was a bag tied around their heads and chains restricting their movement. Delta didn’t see what the challenge was supposed to be. He turned them all to dust.

Gasps. He remembered that for some of the students there, this was their first real training session. They got squeamish sometimes. Delta bowed, only a little sarcastically.

“See how easy that was? Your turn, then,___,” The handler had said. The remark had been followed by the boy’s name, or maybe his callsign, but time had completely washed it away.

“No. No, no, no,” The boy insisted.

The handler sighed, “107?”

“NO!” The boy suddenly interjected, startling all of them, “I’ll fucking do it, okay? Don’t sic him on me.” 

He shot Delta a warning look. Delta didn’t react, still fully poised to carry out the order.

The boy turned to the prisoners. Through tears, he muttered out what must have been an apology. The air filled with the scent of charred flesh.

=============

Delta shivered. It’d been ages since he’d thought about that. His memory skipped ahead a few years, all the way to graduation. Almost everyone he’d known at that school had been reassigned or killed or just disappeared. Nearly every student who had originally made dean’s list had been deemed too dangerous to live or had burnt themselves up all on their own. He was the only one who made it — powerful enough to be useful, resilient enough to not burn out, docile enough to be controlled. He was all that the Institute had to justify itself, besides the long, long list of what they now knew didn’t work.

Didn’t he have any backbone? He would never have survived if he did. He wondered, maybe, if that would have been easier.

~~~

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[volivolition]

FURY OF A SHATTERED MIRROR CHAPTER 16 LIVE BLOGGING UNDER THE CUT

[MAKES A REALLY PAINED SOUND] EMPAFY. ELEGDROGEMISTY. WHERE ARE THEY. I MISS THEM HKJFH

okay hold on scooting back to the beginning WE ARE IN PAIN ARUGH.

a groggy passenger... hello our "shivers" :'] <3

^ cries about him as usual. One day at a time, Harrier. You can do this. awhghj... sobs forever...

"RHETORIC - *Little*?" HKJGHG

urhg i love how inland is written in this so much...

HALF LIGHT HVKJHG "SOMEONE'S HARVESTED YOUR FUCKING ORGANS." NOOOO BUDDY NO!!

INTERFACING YOU'RE THE MVP OF ALL TIME, IMMEDIATE TAKING STOCK. ough SCREAMED when this was spoken "Motherfucker. Roll call, *NOW*." LIKE OH SHIT!!

i love how everyone answers roll call hkjhg theyre so silly... volition IMMEDIATELY complying, taking it seriously. all of the physiques hkjhg and drama "I doth remain." you sure do buddy!!

"Anyone else?" ... "Shit." OH GOD OH FUCK. SCREAMS. THE DRAMA IN THESE LINES. THE TENSION IN THE SILENCE. GOING WILD ABOUT THIS BTW.

i love pain threshold. very much.

PSYCHOLOCOMOTOR'S PRAYER!! ough surely the -1 to the communist skill and the +2 to the fascism skill won't mean anything important for later checks

FINALLY SOMEONE'S HANDED YOU THE SCRIPT!! THANK FUCKING GOD HKJHF

"That's just indigestion I think" lmao... oH AND THE. "When was the last time you ate" "You don't know" THAT PARALLELS THE QUESTION YOU CAN ASK THE PRINCESS ISN'T IT? AND HER ANSWER??

ohhh endurance you're. so fucking weird and silly and dumb. arent u usually into the monarchy? a little bit?? hkjgh HI AUTHORITY WELCOME BACK JHGKJH "the highest authority imaginable short of God himself, and he's been rather scarce as of late." <- OKAY REALLY COOL LINE ACTUALLY.

narrator honey when did you get some communism in you bro hkjhg HKJGH NARRATOR YOU HAVE TO BE NICE.

again endurance you are so fucked up sometimes my guy hkjgh

"LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - I don't know where to begin." HAHAAKJHSKJHFKJH. TRULY "GOD WHERE DO I START WITH THAT"

"hey can we talk about how authority just reappeared?" [everyone collectively shrugs and moves on]

HKJGH YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SEXIST ABOUT IT HKJHGF

OH THE ATTEMPT AT GETTING ECHEM AGAIN HJKHFKJFH back to getting the gang back together! once more, from the top!

HEY ITS THE LEDGER YAY!! "the part of your brain that knows how to read and write these scribbles is missing." [MAKES A SAD LITTLE SOUND...]

HEY HEY HI SUGGESTION!! :] came back with the ledger because it gives you the skill bonus!!

HEH.

"YOU - I'm not buying into fascism, fucker. (Opt the *fuck* out)." THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER WE ARE OPTING THE *FUCK* OUT!!!!

im not actually sure what this rhetoric check is referring to :0 alas.

oh goddamnit yeah we're still going down this route hkfjhf ENDURANCE WINKS. STUPID ASS-

HKGJHG EVERYONE BE SO NICE TO PAIN THRESHOLD RIGHT NOW HFKJFH

DAMN. GODSPEED, FULL-ASS YOUR MORNING JOG!!! GO GO GO!!!

SMILING ABOUT HIM SMILING ABOUT HIM SMILING ABOUT HIM SO HARD I LOVE THIS GUY WAJHFGKFHJGH....

VOICE OF THE HERO HI BUDDY I MISSED YOU!!!

OWWWW OKAY WE'RE GOING IN I GUESS HJKH

I LOVE YOU DEARLY DRAMA YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME.

oh that missing check is DEFINITELY savoir faire. actually i need to make a list of the guys we're missing because goddamn i love organization. we still need Ency, Concept, VisCal, Emmy, Espri, Echem, Hand/Eye, React Speed and Savvy!

ooohj god we just. hit the wall okay ouch hjdkhd

WELL THATS ONE WAY TO GET HER BACK HKJFHG HEY CONCEPT <3

noticing "Shivers" and Hero are a bit different hehe... oh yes, hero, pronounce revachol the soft "sh" way please hdkjhd "PLEASE DONT CALL ME BROTHER." HJKFHF...

do you have a purpose buddy? personally i think you're just fine, very good support pillar <3 YAYYY NEW TASK NEW TASK FOR THE HERO YAY YAY YAY YIPPEE HEHEHE we'll slot it in! we'll figure it out buddy!!

"HALF LIGHT - TAKE IT." hdkjh okay buddy okay okay chill

inland and hero hanging out. having a good time <3 its okay dreamer i love hearing your funny words <3

HSJKHKFJH "Again, again, again!" HDJKFH <33 OKAY COACH WELL. AT LEAST WE GOT A MORALE POINT.

^ HAKIHSJKDHDKJD SMILES. SMILES THEYRE SO SILLY HEHEHEHE

"Well same to you! Goddamn." HAIKHJD??? GODDAMN.

cmon inland!! cmon!! cmon!!!!! ALL OF THE. EVERY CALLBACK FOR THE CHECK, EVERY SMALL THING... OH WEEPS FOREVER. NO DAMNIT... DAMNIT...

"no, this is a new one, even for us" HDJKFHKFJ... YEAH "SHIVERS" AND INLAND DON'T USUALLY DO THIS KIND OF THING.

half light... oh my darling....

"LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - People die when they are killed." so true logi. you're so right.

volition and hero encouraging not to kill her but... we've got too many physiques. and the body remembers what the mind may forget...

OW. FUCK. FUCKING HELL HERE WE GO. THE CHECK... BEAT POLIO, THE JAW... HJKDH HI ENCY IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME WE'RE GETTING THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF US

oh half light remembering, half light KNOWING... oH GOD IT'S BECAUSE VISCALC AND REACTION SPEED AREN'T HERE. WE'RE MISSING TOO MANY MOTORICS. OH GOD. NO OH NO

HANDY!!!!!! HANDY I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY TO SEE YOU BUDDY AAAAAKJSHKDJHDKJFDHDHN HHEEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH YAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! OH MHNJVFJNFKJFNKJFD IM SOS CIJFFKJNDKJFNDFIGNID YAY!!

"HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Legendary: Success] - Shotgun blast." THIS IS THE FUNNIEST TWO WORDS TO COME BACK WITH WITHOUT CONTEXT THANK YOU HANDY THANK YOU I LOVE YOU HJKDHFKJHF IM SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THIS GUY.

IS HE TALKING ABOUT THE ESPRIT EVENT??? WAIT DID SOMEONE SURVIVE? IS IT OKAY???

WHOOPS HE FORGOT OH WELL BACK TO THE PRESENT. some fucking day buddy you'll get your gun back MARK MY WORDS, with the hand/eye +3 YOU ARE GOING TO GET THAT GUN I FUCKING PROMISE HDJHD my god im ALWAYS SO HAPPY WHEN A SKILL GETS THEIR CHANCE TO SHINE HHEHE GO HAND/EYE GO!! FLAGRANT DISREGARD GET UP PAIN THRESH LET'S GET MOVING.

okay back to the fight ourgh. actions scenes are so well written for most of the narration being localized to within harry's head, its so well done

EMPATHYYYYYY MY DARLING MY EVERYTHING MY FAVORITE GUY EVER!!! HELLO!!!! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE Y-

ELECTROCHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY!!! SPINS HIM IN A CIRCLE AAAAA YAYYYYY YIPPPEEE I WAS SO SCARED HE WASN'T COMING BACK HNDKJDHJ AND I GET A VOLITION AND ECHEM CONVERSATION I AM SO WINNING I AM SO HAPPY HEHEHEHEHE

IM JUST GONNA PASTE THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION ACTUALLY IT MAKES METOO HAPPY HKDJHD

^ THOSE ARE MY GUYS THOSE ARE MY GUYSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! KICKS MY FEET SO HAPPILY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SMILES ABOUT THEM. empathy is DISAPPOINTED IN US HKJHDK and echem you make me so happy dude, YEAH WE GOT THE BRAIN CHEMICALS DUDE!! voli you have to be SO nice to him right now my beloved hkjhg

oh welp we killed her. and we're dying. oh no. OH AND THE FLASK... :'] still... not the worst. at least she enjoyed it. at least there was a shared laugh at the end. i can only hope for the best as we continue...

A WORTHY CHALLENGER. <3

OKAY LIST REWRITE, we're still missing VisCal, Espri, React Speed and Savvy!

are we sticking with this or are different guys going to be missing next time? WILL VOLITION BE GONE?? that'd be tragic. HDJKHD which voices will we gain from this? im definitely not as in tune with stp as i am with de so im never really sure about the princesses hkjhd Adversary i think??

wow. i love this fucking fic. hi thank you for reading my words, if you did. i appreciate you :]

[genderkoolaid]

Ngl i dont really get 'feminist' mens rights activism. Are men hurt by the patriarchy? Yeah... but they benefit from it too, and more than they hurt. Straight people are hurt by homophobia and transmisogyny too, but no one is out here doing 'pro lgbtq rights straight activism'.

So, first of all, while I personally don't know of any queer liberation-based cishet activists, there are plenty of cishet activsts for queer liberation. And honestly, if some cishet people wanted to use queer theory and queer activism as a lens to examine cishet issues in solidarity with queer liberation, then good for them! That sounds like it could be really cool and really helpful for dismantling homophobia, transphobia, gncphobia in cishet relationships/spaces. I think that could be really beneficial for a lot of people, especially cishets who still don't fit perfectly in patriarchal gender roles.

Second of all, and to actually answer your question, I don't feel there's a minimum amount of suffering needed before someone deserves to be helped. I don't see the point in acknowledging that men are harmed by the patriarchy if we aren't going to try to address those harms. Why are these issues used as a rhetorical argument but then actually critically examining them is seen as bad? If we agree that the patriarchy is harmful to men, and that men would, as a group, benefit from it's destruction, why shouldn't we encourage men to seek liberate in solidarity with other genders?It feels to me that at least one reason this is viewed negatively is because it's not punishment-based. It doesn't suggest that men need to suffer or that their suffering is deserved or "their own fault", and it's focused on redemption and connection. If we agree that men are harmed by the patriarchy, why shouldn't men want liberation from that? Do you think that the patriarchy should be dismantled without ever critically examining how men are harmed by it? That kind of thing is what brings more men into gender activism and makes feminism stronger. It helps further collective healing from the damage patriarchal gender roles have done. And on top of all this, I'm not sure we can make any sort of assessment of how much men benefit from the patriarchy vs how much they are harmed, especially since the benefits can vary from situation to situation and person to person. Trans men are men who benefit little to none from the patriarchy, and I can't imagine many of us would appreciate being told that we are helped more than we are hurt by it. There are also many people who were AMAB who live mostly as men, regardless of their actual gender, who are severely hurt by the patriarchy. Some die because of it (through various things, not only issues caused by emotional repression but things like gaybashing, bullying, child abuse, etc.). And personally, I don't feel I can say that none of this deserves active concern and treatment until women's issues are resolved, morally- and I think it's unlikely that women's issues can be perfectly treated in a way completely detached from men's issues. The idea that we can only fight for one struggle at a time is a fallacy. We don't have to "choose" between men's issues or women's. I literally cannot- both affect me personally, and I cannot live in peace without fighting both fights. Even if it weren't personal, I don't want any group of people to be suffering if it can be helped.

Plus, men's issues intersect in the same way misogyny does. I got into men's liberation through transmasc-specific activism, because I realized that so many issues trans men faced intersected with other groups because of a shared antimasculism problem. In the same way that a lot of other issues intertwine with misogyny, and that can't be ignored when studying non-gendered forms of oppression, men's gendered experiences with bigotry matter too. Gender roles are sticky, they get everywhere. It's foolish, in my opinion, to think that women's gender roles intersect with everything (true) but that men's gender is a non-entity that has no bearing on the other issues they experience. When Black men (as well as butches and studs) are viewed as hyper-aggressive, hyper-sexual, hyper-masculine, that's the intersection of patriarchal male gender roles (men are aggressive and sexually active) with anti-Black racism. The idea of "savage" men being cartoonishly violent and sexually aggressive (making them a threat to White women) is pretty common in various forms of racism, as gender roles are played up to demonize or mock another group. Disabled women are often painted as failures if they are unable to have children, or cook & clean, because of misogyny. Disabled men are often painted as failures if they cannot do manual labor, or impregnate someone, because of antimasculism. I don't think we can analyze other forms of oppression without looking at how gender plays into it, and we can't do that only focused on women & especially cis women. We need the trans perspective, and we need the male perspective. And "male perspective" does not mean "patriarchal perspective".

I hope this was a good explanation of why I feel men's liberation and studying of antimasculism is important.

[fictionkinfessions]

anyone else out there new to fictionkin , having their world turned on its head , finding out it meant something else than what the internet taught you (i always thought kin meant what synpath means lol) , and you realize it fits you perfectly ? but you also keep worrying you might look like youre faking it cuz you dont have any of that canon memory or past life stuff and really just None of what everyone else seems to be experiencing ? like youre just that fictional character trapped in a human shell and not much else ? did you also make an entire google doc compiling possible "evidence" that proves youre beyond a doubt fictionkin but you still kinda feel like youre faking it ? am i the only one ??

like. i've had this feeling for over a year . before i watched any part of spearmaster's campaign i asked my friends if its weird that i feel a connection to them (spearmaster) . I've been calling them me or basically me for a year . looking at fanart of them always makes me feel like im looking at myself . why do i feel faaaaake just bc i dont really have memories from canon . I dont understand memories . any other fictionkin out there that doesnt understand memories? is it,, okay to even talk abt my kintype like this ? with a hint of seperation between them and me ? like we're both the same and not? is it weird to say "me" "i" "myself" instead of "spearmaster" or vice versa? is it ok to talk abt this in the . fictionkinfessions askbox??? is it ok to post where other fictionkins can see ? will this pondering harm anyone??

i know everyone's experience can and will be different but mine feels. too different yonow . i dont get why i cant wrap my head around it . i feel like i wouldnt be able to distinguish memories from my general knowledge of the source . Is anyone else like this. i cant be the only one dude . the way i experience being fictionkin feels like the same way i experience being otherkin : looking at images makes me think "haha wow thats me" and sometimes i feel like my actual body is a mech . and thats not how any fictionkin-related site described being fictionkin . should i just call myself otherkin ? are these rhetorical questions? no theyre not i need answers

i could elaborate on this more and more and more but i dont wanna talk Tooooo much . Im sorryyy

- spearmaster rain world

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[buckgettingstruck]

https://www.tumblr.com/buckgettingstruck/756191320359534592/can-we-talk-about-ryan-using-the-word-hetero-for?source=share

I want to know your thoughts about Ryan using heterosexual male in interviews when talking about the coming out scene. The BTs love using this as Ryan “forcing” 911 or “confirming” that he wants Eddie to remain straight. 🙄 My view on those interviews was how he handled someone close to him coming out and wanting to use that as inspiration for the scene and it had nothing to do with Eddie’s sexuality, the future of the character, and Ryan “confirming” that he doesn't want to play gay.

oh god i didnt even remember that. i agree with you but answer under the cut because i got crazy:

but considering the 7x05 plot for eddie was about him and marisol outside of buck’s coming out stuff then i think what i said before still applies. hes dating a woman in that episode and has only dated women, so hes not really wrong to say it since theyre pushing that plotline 🤷‍♀️

(also i do wanna say dating women doesnt mean hes not queer but that was how he was being portrayed. so far eddie has only dated women. im a queer woman dont even start. btw this disclaimer isnt aimed at you anon 🫶)

also to our knowledge at least ryan is straight so it’d make sense for him to come at the scene from his own experiences of being a straight man who has queer friends. using their experiences is just a technique a lot of actors use. now of course he was given direction in the script and by the director so some of his facial expressions about certain things buck says are… interesting (which ive already expressed my opinions on like literally why did they do all that butni digress) but ULTIMATELY that’s how ryan came at the scene. the main goal was to get across that eddie would always be supportive of buck. ryan was supportive to his friend in his personal life so thats how he approached the scene.

ANYWAY. this horse has been beaten to death and then some at this point but im annoying and need to defend my guy who plays my favorite guy. i do not understand the rhetoric that ryan doesn’t want to play eddie as a queer character. ryan has played a gay character before and ryan has been supportive of buddie for years. like im pretty sure they didnt let him do interviews for a few seasons because he said something about eddie replacing abby in buck’s life and fox didnt want that 😭 he has also said in these interviews where he’s called eddie hetero that if the story were to go the buddie route he’d be down for it. if he wasnt they wouldnt even let the journalists ask the question.

RYAN ALSO SAID. BY THE WAY. THAT THEY WERENT SURE WHO BETWEEN HIM AND OLIVER WOULD GET THE QUEER ARC THIS SEASON. HE SAID THAT IN AN INTERVIEW. WHERE THE JOURNALIST ASKED ABOUT THE EDDIETOMMY STUFF LOU MENTIONED. IF RYAN WASNT OKAY WITH IT THEY WOULDNT ASK.

like ultimately i do think any time ryan has referred to eddie as hetero its just abc telling him to say that in interviews. like he’s a very eloquently spoken guy and in those interviews he’s come off more stilted to me. more rehearsed. but im also not a psychologist so maybe im reading this wrong

[untitledselfpublishedcomicbook]

As someone who grew up in a very recently post 9/11 USA and had to do this myself, I'd like to hear how the rest of you started deconstructing the islamaphobic rhetoric we've been fed our whole lives.

I remember one specific incident, I dont remember anyones name, where a young girl had written a book and was invited on the news to talk about it. She sat down, all excited and happy, about as young as I was, maybe a few years older (I was about 8 or 9, this would have been 2008 or 2009) all ready to share her story and how she had written it with the world. And the woman who interviewed her started it out by asking her "do you condem 9/11"

All the happiness instantly leaked out of her face and was replaced by genuine fear. THEY (the adults) were scaring HER (young child) and everyone expected me to believe they acted like that because muslims are scary and evil. Even at that young age I understood why she would be scared. By asking her if she comdemned it, they subtly implied she has something to do with it. She now has to defend herself against random, unrealistic, ludicrous, unfair claims about a terrorist attack shes too young to personally remember. I knew she HAD to respond to these things calm and measured, she HAD to keep her cool or they'd have painted her as some crazy pyscho. She tried to explain she was to young to remember or have had anything at all to do with this, but the interviewer threw a large and noticeable bitch fit demanding she condemned it verbally. And so she did.

Never once did that interviewer though. Never once do any of them. The grown adults, old enough to have had something to do with it. Old enough to have sent support to Osama Bin Laden and Al-Qaeda. Old enough to have been an informant or a spy. They never condemned him or his actions. In fact as I grew to notice, it was only okay to ask muslim people that, and deeply DEEPLY offensive to even suggest that they the interviewers do.

She never got to talk about her book. The demands of the interviewer wasted all the time.

In less specific examples, I remember random muslim people I saw asked this question on the news or random street interviews would answer calmy and concisely even if their anger was obvious. In an admireable show of self-control they'd keep their cool and not go off on the interviewer.

I always felt it was disrespectfull to the dead to do that. Dragging their memories up and waving them around in the face of these random people because they shared a religion with someone evil. They died horrificly, some people burning, some jumping, many being crushed to death. It didnt need to be treated like a Q&A moment everytime someone had an obviously muslim person in their presence.

Eventually it just began to click that the fall of the twin towers, the hijacking of the planes, the deaths of all 2,996 people wasnt the issue these people had. They cared about loudly hating muslim people and the deaths of those people provided a nice excuse to do it for 20 years publicly.

[therealmsdelulu]

My Little Mermaid Part 3:Poor Unfortunate Souls

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"Who are you," Y/N asked looking around for the source of the voice.

"I could help you," the voice claimed," Y/N found the source of the voice, an orb with the face of a woman inside of it.

"I don't need your help," Y/N claimed as she sat back down.

"Fine, whatever you say," the voice said and the orb disappeared.

"Wait," Y/N called out as she got back up looking around for the orb.

"Yes," the voice said as if it knew she would reconsider and was waiting.

"What do you mean, help me?" Y/N furrowed her brows curiously.

URSULAS LAIR

Y/N cautiously swam through the entrance of a dark and mysterious cave. She slightly jumped as several scary creatures jumped at her and swam faster. Sebastian and Flounder not too far behind her, close enough to keep an eye on her but far enough that the mermaid wasn't aware of their presence.

"Hello there child," said a mysterious voice as Y/N felt herself being grabbed by two eels and dragged forward.

"Who are you?" Y/N tilted her head at the purple skinned woman with large tentacles and spiky white hair.

"You dont remember your dear, Aunt Ursula," she gasped in mock offense.

"The sea witch," Y/N inquired, "I've heard stories about you"

PLAY POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS FOR BEST EXPERIENCE

"I admit that in the past I've been a nasty," The witch sang as she swam around the cavern,"they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch"

"But you'll find that nowadays,I've mended all my ways," Ursala vocalized as she sat near a cauldron, "Repented, seen the light, and made a switch," the witch claimed,"True, yes" The mermaid watched carefully as the witch swam around her.

"And I fortunately know a little magic," she boasted, "It's a talent that I always have possessed"

"And dear lady, please don't laugh," she commented as she noticed Y/N's expression."I use it on behalf," she paused for the purpose of suspense before she continued, "Of the miserable, lonely, and depressed, pathetic"

"Poor unfortunate souls," she exclaimed as she swam around the cavern, "In pain, in need,"

"This one longing to be thinner ,that one wants to get the girl," she told stories of her past 'clients'.

"And do I help them?" she asked rhetorically and answered her own question, "Yes, indeed" "Those poor unfortunate souls, so sad,so true" the witch scoffed,"They come flocking to my cauldron,crying, 'Spells, Ursula, please!'"

"And I help them," she remarked, "Yes, I do"

"Now, it's happened once or twice,someone couldn't pay the price," the witch warned,"And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals" Y/N widened her eyes in shock which amused the sea witch.

"Yes, I've had the odd complaint," she admitted,"But on the whole, I've been a saint" "To those poor unfortunate souls," she declared.

"So here's the deal", the witch announced,"I'll whip up a little potion to make you human for three days"

"Of course you wouldn't have those precious mermaid gifts of yours," the witch snarled, "that just wouldn't be fair now would it?"

"Got that? Three days," Ursala declared"

"Before the sun sets on the third day," she formulated, "you and Princey must share a kiss"

"And not just any kiss," she enunciated, "the kiss of true love"

"If you do, you will remain human permanently," she affirmed the mermaid,"But if you don't, you'll turn back into a mermaid"

"And you belong to me," the with declared"We got a deal?"

"Dont do it child," Sebastian whispered at a volume only him and the guppy could hear.

"I don't know," Y/N blurted considering the consequences.

"Life's full of tough choices, isn't it?"the witch asked rhetorically in an attempt to tempt the mermaid.

"No, this is wrong," Y/N declared as she began to swim away,"I can't do this,"

"Fine, then! Forget about the world above," Ursula scoffed as the mermaid stopped in her tracks,"Go back home to daddy, and never leave again!"

"Come on, you poor unfortunate soul," she encouraged, "Go ahead" "Make your choice," the witch scoffed impatiently, "I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day"

"It won't cost much, " she remarked, "Just your voice,"

Y/N softly clutched her throat and considered

"You poor unfortunate soul," the witch cooed in mock sympathy as she swam around the mermaid "It's sad but true"

"If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet," she vocalized, "You've got the pay the toll," "Pluck a scale from off your tail," the witch declared, "A drop of blood inside the bowl"

"Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her, boys", the witch looked at her two eel sidekicks knowing that the mermaid was falling into her trap.

Sebastian and Flounder watched from afar in horror hoping that the mermaid wouldn't reconsider.

"The boss is on a roll," the sea witch exclaimed,"This poor unfortunate soul"

"Okay, I'll do it," the mermaid agreed as she swam closer to the witch and plucked a scale off her tail and handed it to her.

"What did you just do, child," Sebastian asked wide eyed mouth open in shock and horror.

The witch quickly accepted the scale and threw it into the bowl before the mermaid had the chance to back out

"Beluga sevruga,Come winds of the Caspian Sea," the witch recited as she hovered her hands over the cauldron.

"Amnesia glaucitis,Et max laryngitis," she continued and the cavern soon became filled with purple fog.

"La voce to me,now, sing," the mermaid was now surrounded by purple smoke and being pulled closer and closer to the cauldron.

"Ah, ah,"she sang as the smoke found its way around her neck and she looked around slightly horrified but found herself not being able to move completely.

"Keep singing!," exclaimed Ursula as she continued to move her hands over the cauldron.

"Ah, ah, ah," the mermaid sang until suddenly she couldn't anymore she gently gripped her neck and looked around mouth ajar as she gained legs.

"Yes," the sea witch applauded herself and sat back and watched in amusement asthe mermaid struggle to swim to the surface, "Get along now"

"Now its only a matter of time boys," the witch declared confidently towards her eels and lay back calmly on a rock and impaled a shrimp with her long fingernails and put it into her mouth crunching down obnoxiously , "until shes mine"

[shirawords]

ive been having difficulty with the rhetoric around the i/p conflict and the genocide that the israeli state is committing rn and its something ive been trying to work through but

like. i do the 'terrified rabbit freeze' whenever i see someone referring to zionism or zionists as a bad thing that needs to be destroyed. and thats not because the government of israel doesnt need destroyed. its because ive spent so long seeing zionist and zionism be a stand in for dirty Jew that thats where my mind immediately turns

and the other reason is that i have a relationship w zionism. a very very complicated relationship, but id be lying if i said it didnt exist. the historical kingdoms of Israel and Judea are the homeland of my people. despite the many expulsions, weve never totally left. i feel a connection to the sacred land of my very place-based religion, and the reason i still feel attached to zionism as a term is because its just the anglicized transliteration of ציון, the word weve used for thousands of years to refer to the holy land. im working on that, because my connection to a word doesnt get to outweigh the harm that word has done, but its gonna take time for me to sever the connection between zionism as is exists in the political landscape and zion(ism) as is exists within my religious and cultural tradition

but the thing is. the thing is. it makes me uncomfy when people refer to Palestinians as indigenous and the state of israel as a colonizer. both of these things are objectively true, but the way theyre often phrased reads as an attempt to reject the indigeneity of Jews to Judea and cast the israeli establishment as white european colonizing interlopers. and the thing about geopolitics is that its not as simple as white = european = colonizer = bad, wherein if the oppressor is one of those four, the oppressor is considered to be all of those four. the world is more complex than that and to deny the complexity because its easy is to do a great disservice to everyone involved, including the oppressed peoples. no one will get anywhere by telling the israeli government that its a bunch of white european colonizers, because its actually a bunch of israeli colonizers of debatable and varied ethnicity and indigeneity. to actually make any progress on anything you have to start with what the thing is, not what you want to to be or think it should look like.

and now is obviously not the time for me or anyone else to be nitpicking about the goyische understanding of the interplay between Jews and the land of Judea as a historical & physical concept and the state of israel and Palestinian liberation. its just that i see the rhetoric speaking about people as if they are their government and it scares me for all sorts of reasons, not least because of the trend towards moral purity thats basically people trying to figure out who they can be mean to while virtue signalling about it.

i dont have answers and i dont even have a point to this whole ramble. i guess its just to say that im working on my internalized biases and id really appreciate it if people could try to be accurate in talking about everything

i may or may not answer any well-intentioned questions that people have. im much more likely to talk about this with Jews (or obies tbh) but well see how much headspace i have

[lesbiangiratina]

People saying pokémon game releases are on such a strict consistent schedule because of all the other media in the franchise makes me feel so crazy like i dont know specifics but im aware the anime has had some production issues lately (safe to assume its been going on longer than we know.), the tcg seems like it barely meets the Huge demand as they had to fix a shortage just a few months ago, the manga has been struggling to keep up with the game releases for YEARS like i need you to really think about how the black and white 2 arc concluded in fucking 2020. But anyway. Literally the franchise cant keep up with ITSELF so whats the point of all this even like really. Rhetorical question the answer is money but still what the fuck is going on. Tpc explode