#( long post tw. )

[pitgritted]

          " you know ... people'll won't recognize 'ya just cuz' you got sum' makeup put on 'yer face 'n' expensive coat . "

          " you gotta prove it to 'em . show 'em who's boss ‘round here . that's what i plan to do . "

[chillingpenalty]

◈ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄 [ ; ] 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 .                                 wriothesley  began  his  career  of  fighting  prematurely  in  his  sentence  ,  committing  murder  on  the  people  he  thought  were  the  best  parents  he  could  ever  ask  for  .  being  as  young  as  sixteen  ,  the  young  wriothesley  received  his  glass  encased  vision  ,  trying  to  hide  his  favoring  of  the  gods  by  celestia  .  at  the  time  ,  he  had  no  fighting  experience  [  ;  ]  but  found  he  had  a  painful  lust  for  the  thrill  of  hammering  down  his  fists  .  they  were  concussive  ,  without  skill  &  experience  ,  his  skin  ripped  around  the  balls  of  his  knuckles  until  they  bled  .  this  only  would  be  further  influenced  by  the  sight  of  a  vision  ,  that  he  has  long  hid  from  other  inmates  &  staff  of  the  fortress  .  he’s  never  once  used  the  vision  ,  fearful  of  drawing  attention  to  himself  ,  otherwise  he  began  his  influence  in  the  penkration  ring  .  having  the  opportunity  to  combat  against  men  as  old  as  him  – &  on  some  instances  –  the  manipulation  of  binary  code  of  fortress  personnel  gardemecks  .  

                                although  having  a  vision  that  tactfully  would  have  helped  improve  stamina  &  elemental  comprehension  of  his  less  savory  fights  ,  wriothesley  never  once  used  it  for  combat  in  the  ring  .  resulting  in  obtaining  various  scars  over  the  period  of  his  teenage  years  ,  in  some  cases  so  lethal  the  infirmary  advised  him  to  wear  bandaging  until  the  scars  have  properly  healed  .  

wriothesley  had  gotten  nicked  in  the  face  once  or  twice  ,  resulting  in  the  scarring  over  his  nose  &  left  eyebrow  &  cheekbone  .  clutching  onto  his  treasured  belongings  [  ;  ]  vision  ,  wolf  pelt  ,  &  rustic  timepiece  ,  the  young  cerberus  became  a  revered  young  man  underwater  .  nobody  daren’t  touch  or  steal  his  items  while  he  slept  ,  nobody  daren’t  question  what  his  crime  got  him  there  in  the  first  place  —  lest  at  such  a  young  age  compared  to  many  of  his  peers  .

                                for  various  years  serving  his  sentence  ,  wriothesley  has  dedicated  himself  to  learning  how  to  survive  in  the  fortress  as  opposed  to  the  streets  .  while  indeed  he  had  a  bed  ,  a  roof  over  his  head  ,  the  satisfactory  of  getting  a  warm  meal  to  quell  the  rumbling  of  his  stomach  ,  the  fortress  at  the  time  was  more  harsh  .  so  he  had  to  get  into  shape  quickly  ,  mentally  &  physically  .  eating  habits  have  also  changed  ,  his  stomach  being  accustomed  to  one  meal  a  day  ,  or  the  alcohol  he  could  obtain  from  hidden  sources  of  the  fortress  to  keep  him  warm  if  the  pipes  ran  cold  at  night  .

[daecaerys]

beware that this post constaints sensitive content (!)

discussing mereen, astapor and yunkai and the plot threads of book V, not including her marriage to HIZDAHR and how awfully wrong it was portrayed in the show:

the  book  makes  some  things  quite  clear  about  the  slave  masters:  first,  is  that  there  is  no  distinction  between  the  ‘guilty’  and  the  ‘innocent’  in  a  systematic  system  of  slavery,  and  that  is  proved  by  how  the  noble  in  special  react  to  the  fall  of  said  system.  second,  that  dany  personally  hears  and  asks  the  families  to  deliver  the  responsible  for  crucifying  the  children  outside  of  the  city  and  that  it  did  not  happen  arbitrarily.    she  did  not  need  anyone  to  make  her  question  that  decision,  though,  and  did  so  herself,  coming  with  the  conclusion  that  it  was  time  the  take  the  bodies  out  of  disposal  too  and  constantly  reminding  herself  of  why  she  is  doing  it  to  begin  with  (her  terrible  decisions,  or  as  we  can  put  out,  her  acts  of  extreme  violence,  often  come  for  a  reasoning  that  leaves  her  worried  about  her  own  morals  and  the  perception  some  might  have  of  her  considering  her  family  but  as  she  often  does,  she  comes  to  the  conclusion  it  is  necessary  to  shown  straight  against  oppressors  —  though  i  believe,  personally,  that  she  shows  more  restraint  than  not  and  that  it  is  something  which  will  change  in  the  next  book  as  seen  by  her  admission  to  fire  and  blood  by  the  end  of  ADWD).  

dany  first  preoccupation  is  restoring  peace  in  mereen,  yet  the  nobles  murder  the  former  slaves  as  punishment  against  her  new  regime,  something  that  is  never  discussed  or  brought  up  in  the  show.  much  of  her  decisions  about  mereen  come  from  her  advisors  instead  of  herself,  so  we  don’t  get  a  glimpse  of  her  politics,  or  how  she  uses  religion  as  a  political  coin  to  ensure  the  rumors  about  her  dragons  are  true ( something to be discussed in another meta).

Every  morn  the  sun  rose  upon  fresh  corpses,  with  harpies  drawn  in  blood  on  the  bricks  beside  them.  Any  freedman  who  became  too  prosperous  or  too  outspoken  was  marked  for  death.  (ADWD  Daenerys  II)

These  Meereenese  were  a  sly  and  stubborn  people  who  resisted  her  at  every  turn.  They  had  freed  their  slaves,  yes  …  only  to  hire  them  back  as  servants  at  wages  so  meagre  that  most  could  scarce  afford  to  eat.  Those  too  old  or  young  to  be  of  use  had  been  cast  into  the  streets,  along  with  the  infirm  and  the  crippled.  And  still  the  Great  Masters  gathered  atop  their  lofty  pyramids  to  complain  of  how  the  dragon  queen  had  filled  their  noble  city  with  hordes  of  unwashed  beggars,  thieves,  and  whores.  (ADWD  Daenerys  I)

still,  though  her  actions  were  violent  they  did  little  result  in  solving  the  biggest  issue  in  the  slave  bay.  and  that’s  what  makes  her  even  more  stubborn  to  make  it  work  by  marrying  without  love,  yet  again,  and  constantly  sacrificing  her  views  in  trying  to  end  slavery  in  a  way  that’s  non  violent ( such as allowing hizdahr to make an agreement with yunkai and astapor, returning ''commerce'' in the city ).  but  what  does  the  universe  itself  say  about  her  crucifying  the  masters?  is  it  too  much,  a  sign  of  her  cruelty  and  tyranny?  well,  not  really.  there  are  rumors  about  those  that  speak  against  her  being  killed  violently  yet  that’s  not  true  because  it  is  established  that  collective  punishment  is  considered  fair  in  mereen,  as  show  by  the  children  themselves.  and  she  did  not  do  it  out  of  bloodthirst,  but  revenge, which she tries to justify ( of course, it is up to the reader wether the violence was justified but, in sum, it was an act made out with hurry and anger):

She  had  them  nailed  to  wooden  posts  around  the  plaza,  each  man  pointing  at  the  next.  The  anger  was  fierce  and  hot  inside  her  when  she  gave  the  command;  it  made  her  feel  like  an  avenging  dragon.  But  later,  when  she  passed  the  men  dying  on  the  posts,  when  she  heard  their  moans  and  smelled  their  bowels  and  blood  ...

Dany  put  the  glass  aside,  frowning.  It  was  just.  It  was.  I  did  it  for  the  children.

and  it  was  not  an  isolate  act,  but  an  alignment  to  her  bigger  goal,  ending  slavery:

The  cedars  that  had  once  grown  tall  along  the  coast  grew  no  more,  felled  by  the  axes  of  the  Old  Empire  or  consumed  by  dragonfire  when  Ghis  made  war  against  Valyria.  Once  the  trees  had  gone,  the  soil  baked  beneath  the  hot  sun  and  blew  away  in  thick  red  clouds.  “It  was  these  calamities  that  transformed  my  people  into  slavers,”  Galazza  Galare  had  told  her,  at  the  Temple  of  the  Graces.  And  I  am  the  calamity  that  will  change  these  slavers  back  into  people,  Dany  had  sworn  to  herself.  (ADWD  Daenerys  III)

which  is  supported  by  her  actions  towards  the  former  masters  as  they  continue  to  commit  crimes,  act  against  her  people  (though  she  considers  them  her  people  too  in  an  attempt  of  union)  and  constantly  try  to  bring  slavery  back:

“Kill  them  all  and  take  their  treasures,  I  say.  Whisper  the  command,  and  your  Daario  will  make  you  a  pile  of  their  heads  taller  than  this  pyramid.” “If  I  knew  who  they  were—” "Zhak  and  Pahl  and  Merreq.  Them,  and  all  the  rest.  The  Great  Masters.  Who  else  would  it  be?" He  is  as  bold  as  he  is  bloody.  “We  have  no  proof  this  is  their  work.  Would  you  have  me  slaughter  my  own  subjects?”  (ADWD  Daenerys  IV)

first  and  foremost,  daenerys'  crucifixion  of  the  masters  was  a  powerful  message  sent  to  the  slavers  who  had  oppressed  the  people  of  meereen  for  generations.  it  was  a  demonstration  of  her  resolve  to  break  the  chains  that  bound  so  many  innocent  lives  and  a  stark  warning  that  the  days  of  unchecked  cruelty  were  over.  by  taking  such  decisive  action,  she  not  only  sought  retribution  for  the  countless  lives  lost  under  their  rule  but  also  aimed  to  create  a  climate  of  fear  among  those  who  profited  from  the  slave  trade.  though, perhaps, it wasn't so calculated as one would think.

if  her  goal  was  to  rule  through  cruelty  and  oppression,  she  could  have  continued  her  campaign  without  attempting  to  negotiate  with  the  masters  or  exploring  non-violent  solutions.  instead,  she  chose  to  engage  in  diplomacy,  offering  compromises  and  seeking  peaceful  resolutions  through  marriage  alliances  and  other  means.  this  approach  demonstrates  her  willingness  to  avoid  unnecessary  bloodshed  and  her  desire  to  create  a  just  society.

[prtector]

           — Some would whisper that the golden age of Demacia has passed. Unless you were wise enough to adapt to it’s ever changing ideals of justice, honor, and duty… founded by surviving refugees of the Rune Wars. Using petricite to protect themselves from magic. With time, the kingdom devolved into a magic-abhorring, mage-oppressing culture. Demacia was in a harrowing state. Once a land brimming of flourishing waters, fermenting the greenery from the harbor, now turned dark and ridden of blood. A bastion of ships, that which once carried the promise of returning fathers and sons, now docked and seemingly left without pilot and devoid of travel.

Taric disliked it. He very much despised it. All the life he had so cherished in his Demacian age of youth, had all been buried between this boiling cauldron of animosity amongst themselves. Here. —- in this city so proud of their cultural heritages and lofty-ideals. His days felt like it bled together as of late. Being among the peak of Targon’s mountain that touched the heavens, tasked to govern the life and protect all that dwell within Valoran. And the world itself. Then, a young lone intrepid explorer appears in her lonesome. She was beckoned at the summit with an objective, crystalline eyes inlaid upon the protector, her voice unwavering as the chill of the mountain caress her rosy cheeks and the blonde of her hair.

Thus did she declare her name, Luxanna Crownguard, and she sought for the man who triumphed the Crown of Stone that hailed from the land of Demacia. She brought with her a talisman embedded with her family crest. Taric would describe her attitude as something between a spoiled brat and self-sufficient individual. He had quickly learnt of the turmoil that had succumbed his homeland. The upheaval of protests led by a strong man that used his shackles for power. His sudden absence led putting innocent mages all across Demacia behind walls of stone and magic swallowing cages.

This included the nation’s sudden death of the king. Whom ruled even when, he, was ranked as Vanguard. He would listen as Luxanna voiced her enigmas, before she wept into her hands in guilt. Ashamed she even allowed herself to call the very man who manipulated her a friend. He can empathize with her. After all, this branded her someone with a calling. It would seem leaving Demacia proved to be fruitful, but she acknowledged leaving it the state as it were now, would not ease her anguished heart. Her face were toiled in a grimace, delicate fingers digging into the folds of her cloak and pulling it fitly over her small frame.

❝    i have a plan, Protector.   ❞

This plan is what got him coveting for protection in a sanctuary. A temple within Demacia, a semblance of a safe-haven for the Illuminators and other mages. With Luxanna’s clever path along Valoran’s estuary and into Demacia’s harbor, they didn’t need to enter through the Last Gate. He and Lux were esteemed loyal guests of the Illuminators, both having volunteered to provide charitable work for the sick and the orphaned. Having followers whom disapproved of the persecution of innocent mages proved to be supportive of cleverly hiding said mages or any person befitting of magical abilities.

Village folk or Illuminator, they greeted them at the harbor beneath the blanket of darkness and stars. They wear hoods, their profiles lithely cascaded in shadow. Lux took the lead, explaining her return in a bated breath, as well as provide identification of himself. Taric could feel his jaw fix in on itself, his dark hairs now pooling down his shoulders and descending over the hood he wore as well. As opposed to being able to defy the notion of gravity and float with the wind.

Taric had a feeling he wouldn’t be recognized as easily as his companion would’ve. It’s been many a decade since he had stepped upon these lands. His face had become more angular and age caught up to him beautifully. He was imposing in height and muscle, a stretch from the knight he was in youth. His hair long and overgrown. Limpid eyes appeared tired but were full of resolve. Once his name was uttered, the strangers would glance at another briefly, before a look of awe flashed on one of the stranger’s face. They stared at him like they looked upon the dead. Taric lowers his eyelids, lashes kissing his cheekbones.

Nobody in Demacia ever expected his return.

The Crown of Stone. A sentence that subjected him to climb Mount Targon. Many expected he would instead go into exile, daunted by the task that lay ahead. However, he accepted the challenge, a challenge befit of a soldier that honed his skills. It was a test the Demacians did not expect him to succeed in. The climb, in succession, would reward him with redemption. His failures would be overlooked with newly born eyes of respect. He would be welcomed back to his homeland. Taric hadn’t returned. He was a different man than he was when he left. Taric didn’t want his nation’s respect or apology.

In spite of all the admirations, hostilities… Taric found his calling. He doesn’t regret what he did. He doesn’t regret what he became as a result. The stars yearned for a new vessel worthy of daunting tasks. This brought another title to his name. The Protector. He doubted Demacia would want to welcome back a soldier of exile, lest a soldier now blessed with abilities that would make him appear like some wrathful god — being in the state as it is now. His title means nothing here. This wasn’t within Targon’s power.

[nubivgant]

with vaella velaryon + vaelenora velaryon ( @malvella ) location : princess vaelenora's chambers , the morning after the decree

                     ceria couldn't bring herself to leave the princess's side . . . not after having experienced this same thing with vaella . waiting at the edge of her seat , having to check every so often to ensure she was still breathing . she would not face the same waiting game with vaelenora . that , and she had promised vaella she would not leave her side as she traversed the castle . . . aiding in the organization of the hunt for the monster who did this to her .

pale hand clapsed around the princess's , whispering secrets she had collected throughout the night before , hoping that the sound of her voice would be enough to welcome her sweet summer child back into the realm of men . but it never worked . not her doubts about particular members of the queen's council . . . not her hilarious whispers of the young boy who cornered her in the gardens to report of his overlord's groanings about having to be in king's landing . ceria would play a waiting game , pray to the gods for her safe return , and continue to tell her stories at her bedside .

icy gaze lifted towards the heavy chamber doors as they swung open . in all her glory , vaella floated through the door . ceria had never failed to bask in the queen's beauty . to take a moment to appreciate her dearest and closest friend's company . but vaella looked troubled , her eyes sank in from lack of sleep , sitting in the very seat that she , herself , now warmed .

" my queen . " ceria greeted as she rose , offering vaella to take her place at vaelenora's side . a slight smile could be seen on the queen's face , gentle hand placing atop ceria's arm as she took her seat . " i shall leave you . " ceria offered , making haste to approach the chamber doors .

" lady ceria , please wait . " vaella's voice said from behind her . without hesitation , ceria turned to face her good sister , eyes alight with some hope that she would beckon her to stay . " i must apologize . "

confusion took place of sincerity , head slightly tilted to the side as she attempted to understand the queen's intentions .

" i knew your brother to be innocent . . . but i needed to have faith in my advisors . " vaella said , violet eyes never removed from vaelenora's peaceful face . " though i know lady greyjoy and lord tarly to have had some involvement , i trust my hand more than any person in westeros . . . i could not face a mutiny in light of all else that was happening in the capitol . i had to bring someone to trial for the attempt on my life , and the evidence pointed to joss . " tears could be seen glistening on her cheeks , igniting a fury within the lady baratheon that had yet to awaken .

tears would be felt atop her own reddened cheeks , suppressing the words that threatened to ruin the long - standing relationship between the two women . lips pressed into a hard line , giving vaella a simple nod in response .

" speak , ceria . you have my attention . " vaella demanded , eyes now boring a hole into the mistress of whispers .

" what precisely should i say , your grace ? that i forgive you ? do you want me to fill your head with nonsense to make it seem as though all is well between us ? " ceria demanded , noticing as vaella's eyes narrowed in disapproval . " you admitted to killing my beloved , innocent brother to make yourself appear as a strong sovereign . you are not . i do hope the gods bless us with prince vaelyx ascending the throne sooner rather than later for the sake of a kingdom you have scorned . "

silence briefly halted the room , the two almost facing off for whom would speak first . ceria dare not open her mouth , having allowed vaella to the inner workings of her head since her appointment as mistress of whispers . she would not be the first to utter a word of apology in light of this conversation .

" you may leave . " vaella demanded , returning to fawning over the peaceful princess in her bed .

" your grace . do send for me if ellie wakes . " the lady seethed , fleeing the princess's chambers in pursuit of proving loyalty to the heir to the iron throne .

[jedimastre-archive]

I've always wanted to make a meta on Obi-Wan's mental abilities because I feel its a huge part of how he effortlessly grasps various Force capabilities. In a bit of a personal sense, he unwillingly compartmentalized a lot of his emotions and thought processes in order to be the perfectionist he is today.

To break this down there is a difference between Mental Abilities and Force Abilities. As seen in several cases already, more recent the Kenobi series, your mental state holds a lot of weight in regards to your Force abilities. It can prevent you from achieving your goal and can also cut you off completely from the Force. A lot of this can very well be things people aren't inherently aware of.

An example being, Obi-Wan's many attempts to communicate with Qui-Gon but he failed because he was still just not letting go of the guild and pain he felt over everything that's happened. The whole series, to boldly say, is a general metaphor of picking yourself up out of literal depression and anxiety and remembering your a whole person again. But that is besides the point.

Qui-Gon made an effort in teaching Obi-Wan to shield his mind and control his emotions, given it isn't perfect but its more than what most other Jedi train for. While he isn't capable of completely cutting himself off ( speaking in terms of before Order 66 and the trauma that proceeded it. ) from the Force, he is able to mask his emotions/thoughts from others. It is why in a lot of cases, even Anakin can't fully read him, despite their Master / Padawan bond.

As a Jedi Master, Obi-Wan is at his prime. His connection to the Force enabled him to have full control with what training he had and if he wanted could learn more. Here is a list of Force abilities he is best known for:

Mind Trick / Mind Touch

Animal Control

Force Healing

Force Premonitions ( able to react faster than normal. )

Telekinesis

Force Augmenting ( leaping, pushing, pulling objects or himself. )

Force Manifest *

( * abilities learned during his time in exile on Tatooine. )

Here are some other notable ( non Force related ) abilities he is known for as well:

Hand-to-Hand Combat

Marksman

Various Languages / Galactic Basic, Twi'leki, Amani, Felucian, Old Alderaanian, Shyriiwook, and sign language.

Piloting / Navigation

Negotiation

Well versed in galactic history and conventions of war.

[okeancsa]

I     am     here     once     again     to     say     how     much     i     love     you     and     care     about     you     and     tell     how     amazing     you     are.     You     are     a     very     incredible     person     and     i     will     never     get     tired     of     saying     all     of     that.     I’m     so     glad     to     have     you     in     my     life     ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️     |     @athinakori

[powdermelonkeg]

Important rules/tips I've learned as an adult that helped with anxiety

If people are mad at you, it's their responsibility to tell you, not your responsibility to guess

If they're mad at you in secret anyways, they're the ones in the wrong, not you

If people don't like what you're doing, it's their responsibility to tell you

If they say it's fine when it's really not, they're the ones in the wrong, not you

People are allowed to be wrong about you

If they are wrong about you, wait for them to bring it up, because if you try to, you will inevitably overcorrect

Some people are committed to misunderstanding you. You will not win arguments against them. Yes, even if you explain your point of view. They do not care. Drop it

The worst thing that will happen from a first-time offense is being told not to do it again. Maybe with a replacement if you broke something

You can improve relationships and gauge willingness to talk to you by giving compliments. It's like a daily log-in bonus and nobody thinks twice about it

Most things are better after you sleep on them

Most things are better after you have a meal

Most things are better after you shower

Your brain makes up consequences that are irrational. If the worst DOES come to pass and someone acts like they do in your head, they are overreacting, and you are entitled to say "what the fuck"

If your chest hurts after you feel like you've made a social error, that's called rejection-sensitive dysphoria. It means your anxiety is so bad that it's causing you physical pain, which is a good indicator that you're overreacting. Tense yourself, hold it for 20 seconds, let it go, then find a distraction

If you're suddenly angry at someone after you feel like you made a social error, that's also rejection-sensitive dysphoria. You are going to feel annoyed about it for awhile, but being genuinely pissed off is your anxiety trying to find something to blame to take the responsibility off your shoulders, and getting scared because it can't justify itself. Deep breaths, ask yourself how much you ACTUALLY want to be angry at that person, then find a distraction

"Sour grapes" is more healthy for you than stewing. Deciding you don't like someone who's perpetually annoyed with you, won't talk to you, etc. makes letting go of anxiety over them easier

If people don't like you, they will find reasons to be annoyed with you when they otherwise wouldn't. If people do like you, they will find reasons NOT to be annoyed with you when they otherwise would. People do not ping-pong between the two

You DO have to make a conscious choice not to think about something. If you're having trouble circling back to it, say out loud that you're done thinking about it and why. Then find a distraction

When you're upset, part of you is going to want to make false bids for attention (suddenly texting differently, heavy sighs, etc. but when someone asks you about it, you tell them it's nothing). Do not listen to it. You gain nothing from it except more misery

People like to help people they care about. It makes them feel good about themselves

If you think you're insufferable for needing help, see above. Yes, really. They get a serotonin kick from it

If you think you're insufferable for mannerisms you have, you either have to consciously choose not to do them, or accept that they're part of the package that comes with you. Being apologetic about existing does nothing except make you more miserable

If you do things you don't like when you feel meh about it, it makes it easier to do them when you hate it

If you avoid things you don't like when you feel meh about it, it reinforces and magnifies how bad it feels when you hate it

Seriously. Read those last two points again. If you can make yourself make a phone call when you've got nothing to lose, you will slowly lose that panic you get when you have to make a phone call you haven't prepared for. You do have to CONSCIOUSLY take that step

Hobbies that make you care for something get rid of that nagging feeling that you're not doing enough. Go grow some rosemary

If you don't engage with your hobbies regularly, you will feel miserable, and anxiety will spike

Hobbies are things that give you a bit of happiness. They do not have to be organized or named to do that. Go be creative in something. Play with coins. Make up lists. Start a new WIP

No one cares what you look like

If people point out things they don't like about how you look unprompted, they are being rude. You are entitled to say "what the fuck"

People who like you will find you pretty to some degree. Minor things about your appearance go completely unnoticed. Literally, scars and dots and blemishes do not register to someone who likes your company

You looking at yourself in the mirror is 10x more closely than anyone is going to look at you

If you're anxious about your body type, and you're creatively inclined, make/write an oc with that same shape. Give them nice things and make other characters love them. Put them on adventures. You'll start to see yourself in the mirror more kindly

You care about wording and perfect lines/colors way more than anyone who views your work ever will

Sometimes when you're upset, you're going to feel like not eating. Do not do that. Not eating makes you more miserable

Same with things you normally enjoy. Denying yourself helps no one. You are punishing yourself for being sad. Stop it

Both of these will take conscious decision to break the habit of. Make yourself do it anyways, and it will slowly get easier

And again, to reiterate: If someone is mad at you, it is THEIR responsibility to tell you, not your responsibility to guess

[pitgritted]

          ➤ “ When  I  asked  for  a  tutor,  I  didn’t  expect  an  anatomy  lesson … ”  starter  for  @futureforged

⟐ 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 , & 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .                                            not  like  this  anyway  .  he  lets  his  lips  part  in  a  weak  attempt  at  a  smile  ,  a  soft  rasped  laugh  ,  relaxing  his  jaw  &  keeping  his  eyes  closed  for  a  moment  .  he  didn’t  dare  say  anything  lest  he  ruin  this  brief  &  unexpected  moment  of  physical  contact  .  his  tanned  skin  prickled  with  a  wave  of  goosebumps  upon  hearing  jayce  acquiesce  to  his  advances  &  let  out  a  sound  of  approval  ,  his  wider  &  more  robust  stature  almost  shuddering  .  there’s  a  discernible  groan  from  the  ionian  ,  digits  nimbly  peeling  at  the  golden  seams  ,  &  immediately  cooler  air  touches  his  rising  obliques  [  ;  ]  the  more  pronounced  his  sternum  became  the  heavier  he  sucked  in  air  through  gritted  teeth  .

eyelids  flit  open  ,  &  red  bangs  cascades  over  golden  eyes  ,  irises  highlighted  in  a  fine  ashy  brown  as  they  pin  jayce  to  the  floor  .  undisputed  &  held  in  restraint  .  alas  ,  he  unclenches  his  jowls  to  exhale  sharply  .  he  felt  hot  ,  irritable  ,  impatient  .  puffs  of  tender  &  husky  air  mingles  between  them  ,  &  he  could’ve  sworn  they  stayed  like  this  for  over  a  minute  by  now  .  fangs  curl  against  cut  -  up  lips  softly  ,  the  humidity  of  his  breath  wetting  them  to  a  shine  as  he  adjusts  carefully  atop  them  .  ❝  that’s  what  ‘ya  came  to  me  for  ,  wasn’t  it  ?  wantin’  to  get  ‘yer  body  fired  up  [  ...  ]  ❞

                                            to  be  frank  —-  fucking  with  a  piltovan  golden  boy  was  the  last  thing  that  had  occurred  to  the  vastayan  bastard’s  mind  .  this  was  supposed  to  be  a  simple  training  regime  .  sett  had  offered  jayce  a  spar  ,  of  course  on  the  account  of  being  a  harmless  jab  at  the  inventor  on  not  backing  up  his  prized  mind  of  his  with  action  &  clever  fighting  .  how  was  such  —  a  seemingly  innocuous  —  person  of  power  able  to  wander  the  streets  &  not  get  recognized  ?  sett  figured  this  would  be  harmless  ,  &  jayce  had  happened  to  back  up  his  tease  with  a  retort  &  took  up  on  his  offer  .

                                            their  skirmish  led  to  this  exact  moment  .  jayce  had  managed  to  nail  a  clear  fist  full  into  his  abdomen  ,  a  punch  that  connects  ,  probably  rearranging  his  organs  had  he  not  been  adjusted  to  this  sort  of  thing  ,  &  he  braces  himself  by  clinging  to  the  fat  of  jayce’s  forearms  ,  craning  his  neck  to  push  his  chin  &  forehead  against  them  .  &  slowly  his  weight  .  there’s  a  guttural  noise  from  him  &  he  keens  slightly  ,  saliva  stringing  to  the  sharp  edges  of  his  canines  as  a  wheezed  sound  of  amusement  blisters  off  the  walls  of  his  esophagus  .  he  remembers  using  their  close  proximity  as  a  clutch  ,  guiding  the  width  of  his  pelvis  to  push  annexed  with  jayce  ,  &  thus  his  right  leg  fitted  in  between  .

                                            musculature  arms  then  anchor  around  the  other  man  ,  tendrils  not  foreign  to  leaving  a  few  grazes  atop  bare  skin  ,  gripping  hard  .  teeming  with  the  adrenaline  of  vastayan  heritage  ,  he  thrusts  jayce  down  with  a  powerful  throw  ,  aiming  to  slam  him  into  the  arena  floor  .  trap  him  &  make  him  beg  to  be  freed  .  he  was  supposed  to  be  the  victor  .

jayce  seemingly  had  intended  to  not  let  go  of  him  either  .

                                            sett  grunts  softly  as  he  now  hovers  ,  limbs  entangled  &  met  like  a  sensual  joinery  of  a  sword’s  blade  with  it’s  hilt  .  his  knee  was  trapped  between  the  man’s  powerful  thighs  ,  he  could  feel  the  fat  of  his  core  thigh  press  firmly  into  jayce’s  cladded  genitals  .  stubbled  jaw  shifts  as  the  tendons  beneath  skin  work  to  swallow  the  spit  in  his  mouth  .  ❝  it  was  a  good  fight  [  ...  ]  but  y’  keep  lookin’  at  me  with  those  eyes  .  i’d  hate  to  ruin  piltover’s  golden  boy  [  ...  ]  ❞  he  begins  to  shrug  off  his  maned  coat  ,  a  handful  of  punctures  &  scarring  emasculating  a  seemingly  undeterred  fighter  ,  each  of  them  blending  into  the  fine  rolls  &  grooves  of  his  muscles  ,  pelted  in  the  coat  of  his  old  blood’s  fur  .

                                            the  boss  tosses  aside  his  expensive  attire  .  an  ear  twitches  as  he  ponders  on  this  for  a  moment  .  ❝  don’t  think  i  didn’t  notice  ‘yer  staring  [  ...  ]  &  don’t  give  me  that  crap  about  just  bein’  your  experiment  .  i  know  that  look  .  ❞  he  returns  to  jayce  &  leveraging  wide  tendrils  to  card  into  the  short  locks  of  the  brunet  gather  the  mass  of  hair  into  his  large  palm  as  sett  closed  his  teeth  gently  on  the  shell  of  jayce’s  ear  .

                                            his  findings  proved  successful  [  ;  ]  the  lobe  immediately  became  flushed  with  a  color  [  ;  ]  a  rush  of  blood  to  the  tips  .  something  sett  was  thankful  his  own  furry  auricles  couldn’t  even  muster  .  he  breathes  softly  ,  ❝  —  i’ll  give  y’  a  lesson  you’ve  been  itchin’  to  have  .  ❞  his  deep  bass  depletes  as  he  continued  his  exploration  of  jayce’s  ear  ,  nibbling  the  lobe  &  kissing  the  place  where  his  jaw  met  his  ear  .

                                            an  undignified  sound  resonates  from  within  the  half  -  beast  .  his  chest  churning  with  appreciation  ,  as  his  kisses  along  jayce’s  neck  &  jaw  become  more�� insistent  .  his  vastayan  decency  grazes  bronzed  skin  &  nipping  at  the  flesh  .  the  boss  wasn’t  afraid  about  his  inclinations  ,  he  wasn’t  afraid  to  seek  out  what  most  would  try  to  hide  .  he  exhales  through  flared  nostrils  ,  admittedly  finding  the  heat  beginning  to  surface  beneath  his  breeches  a  bit  cumbersome  .

                                            his  ear  twitches  once  more  as  his  eyes  follow  the  fine  wet  trail  of  his  lips  pathing  the  line  of  the  piltovan’s  tendon  .  his  tendrils  retract  from  jayce’s  skull  ,  plying  them  out  of  dark  tresses  ,  flexing  them  with  a  crackle  or  two  .  the  boss  quirks  his  lips  up  ,  almost  bemused  by  this  .  ❝  one  might  wonder  if  this  was  ‘yer  intention  on  the  get  -  go  .  what’s  got  ‘ya  riling  to  go  with  an  ionian  criminal  ,  smart  -  ass  ?  don’t  tell  me  it’s  just  the  heat  of  the  moment  ?  ❞

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

After School Ghost Theory 101 with Professor Fenton

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[Image ID: A four page comic that starts with Danny Fenton standing in front of a whiteboard holding up a white cat. "Question: Do ghosts purr?” 

Tucker: “Danny when was the last time you slept?” Danny: “Irrelevant.” 

Danny info-dumps: “The answer is yes, but also no. Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations. Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different. Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the ‘Heebie Jeebies.’”

Danny, wiping off the whiteboard: “Any questions before we move on?"

Danny’s audience consists of Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny’s clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter in a classroom. Wes is seated at a desk at the front taking notes. Tucker is sitting on Sam’s lap playing on a Switch, Ellie is sitting on a desk behind them. Dash is asleep at the back of the room.

Ellie, now holding the cat: “Is this Vlad’s first cat!?” Wes: "Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting." Danny: "What eyes?" Wes: “Please stop gaslighting me.”

A transparency trick on the last page reveals dark shadows and eyes all around Danny when viewed in dark mode. /.End ID]

An Extended Image ID is available under the read more because it’s over 1k. Side by side light and dark mode versions of the transparency trick is also available under the cut.

[Extended Image ID: The post contains a four page comic. The first page shows two comic panels with white borders. The top panel features a bedraggled looking Danny Fenton from the waist up holding a disgruntled fluffy white cat. There are bags under his eyes, his hair is messy, his arms are covered in bandaids and cat scratches, and his nails are painted black. He’s wearing a white shirt with red sleeves and a red oval on the front. In a large green text bubble he says “Question: Do ghosts purr?” A small orange text bubble under it asks “Danny when was the last time you slept?” “Irrelevant” Danny replies. 

In the bottom panel Danny is standing on the far left side of the panel in front of a whiteboard in a classroom with the cat under his arm. He’s wearing baggy jeans with holes in the knees and his classic white and red Converse shoes. The whiteboard behind him has partially erased doodles around the edges including some flowers, stars, and Phantom’s DP symbol. There are a few balls of paper on the floor. Partially out of frame on the wall behind Danny is a poster of  Einstein and above it a clock. Pointing at the whiteboard with a marker Danny says “The answer: Yes but also no” His words are written on the whiteboard. Under the words is a drawing of a stick figure and a green bedsheet ghost with a circle between them. The circle is surrounded by green squiggly lines radiating out from it. Under the circle, an arrow is drawn pointing to it with the words ‘core vibrations’ written on the board. A green text bubble in the space under the whiteboard says “Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations.”

On the second page there are two blocks of text, each followed by a drawing. The page background is a pale, greenish-grey with subtle scuff marks imitating the look of a whiteboard. The first block of text at the top of the page reads “Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different.” Under the text, imitating the look of dry erase marker, is a drawing of two simple ghosts smiling and waving to each other. They both have a small green circle drawn on their chest area with green squiggly lines radiating out from each ghost. Between the two cores, two parallel arrows are drawn, facing opposite directions. Under the arrows is the text “core to core communication.” 

Under the ghosts is a second block of text reading “Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the ‘Heebie Jeebies.’” Under the text a red arrow points from the words ‘heebie jeebies’ to a simple drawing of Dash Baxter holding a flashlight and looking scared. There is a cobweb with a dangling spider drawn to his right and a bunch of green blob ghosts behind him to his left. In blue text the blobs say “you forgot to update your mailing address with the IRS” and “you filed your taxes incorrectly.”

The third page once again shows two comic panels. In the top panel Danny takes up the centre. He’s stretched across the whiteboard in a dynamic pose erasing the drawing of frightened Dash with a big swipe. One hand is braced on the board as he looks over his shoulder and asks “Anyone got questions before we move on?” If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are five, messily drawn eyes of varying sizes surrounding Danny. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. 

The bottom comic panel reveals Danny’s audience to be Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny’s clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter. In the bottom left corner, Wes sits slouched at a desk at the front of the classroom with papers and an open notebook spread out over his desk. He’s wearing a red zip up hoodie with white sleeves. His hoodie is unzipped showing a green shirt underneath that matches the colour of his eyes. At the desk beside him Tucker and Sam share a chair with their focus on Tucker’s Switch and not Danny’s presentation. Tucker is sitting in Sam’s lap with her arms around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. Tucker is wearing a red beanie with short dreads, goldenrod yellow turtleneck sweater, green cargo pants, and white shoes. Sam is wearing a black crop top with a fishnet layer over top, purple pleated plaid skirt, artistically ripped purple leggings, and black combat boots with bright green laces. Tucker has the tips of his dread dyed green and purple. Sam has streaks of purple, green, and orange in her hair. Ellie is sitting cross legged on top of a desk two rows behind Sam and Tucker. She’s wearing a cropped hoodie with the same colours as Danny’s shirt and black track pants with white and red shoes. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail and she is holding the squirming fluffy white cat up in the air. At the very back of the classroom behind Wes’ left shoulder Dash can be seen asleep slouched over his desk. Wes has one hand resting on his desk holding a mechanical pencil the other partially raised with his hand open. In a beige text bubble with red text he replies to Danny’s question with an unimpressed look on his face “Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting.” Under his text bubble a small blue text bubble from Ellie asks “Is this Vlad’s first cat!?” If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are three visible floating eyes off to the side of the panel. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. 

The final comic page is a single, full body shot of Danny standing in front of the blank whiteboard. He’s looking over his shoulder, slightly turned with his back mostly towards the classroom and the eraser in his hand. He has an incredulous look on his face. If the page is viewed in dark mode, the background looks dark and Danny is surrounded by dozens eyes of in all different sizes. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. In a green text bubble Danny asks “What eyes?” In the bottom left corner Wes replies “Please stop gaslighting me.” /.End ID]

[suiheisen]

studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

[azuremist]

“Unfinished Painting” — Keith Haring

This painting was left intentionally incomplete. Haring began it when he was dying due to complications from AIDS, and knew he didn’t have much time left. The piece represents the incomplete lives of him and many others, lost to AIDS during the crisis.

“AIDS Memorial Quilt” — Multiple

This quilt is over 50 tons heavy, and one of, if not the, largest pieces of community folk art. Many people who died of AIDS did not receive funerals, due to social stigma and many funeral homes refusing to handle the deceased’s remains, so this was one of the only ways their lives could be celebrated. Each panel was created in recognition of someone who died due to AIDS, typically by that person’s loved ones.

“Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres

This pile of candy weighs the same amount as Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, Ross Laycock, did. Ross Laycock had died due to AIDS-related complications earlier that same year. Visitors who see this piece are encouraged to take some of the candy. As they do so, the pile of candy weighs less and less, like how AIDS had deteriorated the body of Ross Laycock.

The SF Gay Men's Chorus

This photo was taken in 1993. The men in white are the surviving original members. Every man in black is standing in for an original member who lost their lives to AIDS.

“Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers); Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997” — John Boskovich

After the death of his lover, Stephen Earabino, from AIDS, Boskovich discovered that his family had completely cleared his room, including Boskovich’s own possessions, save for this fan. An entire person, existence and relationship had been erased, just like so many lives during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglass, but added cutouts so that its air may be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense, restoring Earabino’s breath.

“Blue” — Derek Jarman

This was Jarman’s final feature film, released four months before his death from AIDS-related complications. These complications had left him visually impaired, able to only see in shades of blue. This film consists of a single shot of a saturated blue color, as the soundtrack to the film described Jarman’s life through narration, intercut with the adventures of Blue, a humanization of the color blue. The film's final moments consist of a set of repeated names: “John. Daniel. Howard. Graham. Terry. Paul". These are the names of former lovers and friends of Jarman who had died due to AIDS.

“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres

Created by the same man who created the previous untitled piece, this piece was also inspired by his lover’s deterioration and death due to AIDS. This piece consists of two perfectly alike clocks. Over the course of time, one of the clocks will fall out of sync with the other.

In a letter written to his lover about the piece, before his lover’s passing, Gonzalez-Tourres wrote, “Don't be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, the time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time. We are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”

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[jenderenvy985]

[186-3]

courting antisemitism

so i recently decided to take a look at the latest stonetoss comics (probably because i love suffering). and while i was expecting some content on the israel palestine conflict, what i did not expect was how... standard it seemed. well, most of it at least, but i'll get to that in a second.

for context, if you don't know what stonetoss is, it's a (poorly drawn) webcomic known for having radical alt-right views - meaning it's incredibly racist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, antisemitic. all that fun stuff.

so while i was expecting to see bad stuff, one of the first things i saw on the topic of israel was this:

terrible art aside, this comic is making a point that i usually see in left wing circles: that israel is pinkwashing genocide.

curious if there was more like this, i kept looking, and the comic right before that one was this:

again, this makes points that i usually see in left wing circles. that american healthcare is crazy expensive, that canada tells poor people to commit suicide, and that israel is bombing hospitals.

why does stonetoss, this well known alt-right nutjob, now seem to be bringing up left-wing talking points?

curious, i kept going deeper:

well this is... odd. clearly, stonetoss is trying to say that israel is on another level of bad, even worse than russia, iran, and north korea. i can possibly see someone on the left making the argument that the russian invasion of ukraine isn't as bad as what israel is doing in gaza, or that at least north korea isn't invading any other countries, but... iran??? the country that has a police force designed to enforce religious law, and gets away with murdering women who do not properly cover their hair? the country that props up paramilitary groups in countries all over the middle east, including lebanon, yemen, and yes, palestine?? that's completely ridiculous

but, given how much more israel is in the news nowadays than any of these other countries, i could see why someone would buy this

and now, we're starting to get to the crux of what stonetoss is trying to do. when someone sees this, they might be inclined to agree with it. they might begin to think that israel is the worst country on the planet

and that might not seem so bad at first. but the more you hate israel, especially irrationally, the more you feel allowed to dehumanize those who support it. the more you might be willing to agree with this comic, which came out two days prior to the one above

this comic says that jews, as a whole have no desire to exist with other people. it is blatantly antisemitic

i'm sure you could imagine some young leftist who sees the comics above this one and thinks, "this guy makes some good points". and then, when they get to this one, they might realize that this is antisemitism

or, they may not.

and that would start them down the road to becoming an antisemite.

this is what stonetoss and other alt-right nutjobs are hoping to achieve. to take left wing fury at israel, and direct it at jews.

we saw it with those neo-nazis at the palestine rally, and we're seeing it again here.

and if you've found yourself agreeing with what stonetoss has said so far, i would like you to see the last comic stonetoss put out before october 7th:

this horrifically racist comic is in reference to an environmental activist who was murdered by a black man in early october. this blatantly racist garbage is the kind of stuff stonetoss usually puts out.

but as soon as october 7th happened? these were his next two comics:

stonetoss completely changed the comic's tone as soon as the current crisis started. why?

to get as many people as possible to get on board with hating jews.

and i know many of you might be thinking that "well, everyone knows that stonetoss is racist garbage. nobody is going to fall for this"

except, as we saw with the neo-nazis at the rally for palestine, it's not always that obvious who the antisemites are and who is just rallying for peace. they are often a lot better at disguising it than stonetoss is.

AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO BE AWARE OF THAT

EVERYONE, no matter HOW much experience you have, can fall victim to propoganda. EVERYONE needs to be aware of what people around them are saying, and able to pick out hateful rhetoric, because even the stuff that is just kind of toeing the line of what's hateful is still putting your foot in the door

be cautious, everyone. and stomp out hate where you see it.

[tardxsblues]

Because you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other. We talk all the time. We've been talking for millions of years. Bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. I say something brilliant, and he says something unintentionally funny back. It's great. You never say what you're really thinking.

[bamsara]

'whoops'

tfw you accidentally resurrect something because your emotions went a little too haywire. very rough scribbles for a scene in TROD maybe later