#For now have those UwU

[pinkyjulien]

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🔹 On Nexus

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive come to realise that i dont actually hate kubokai, i just hate the way people write them

[sugarcoatednightshade]

Israels actions against Palestine make me sick to my stomach. Every time I look at the news I see some new horror they are committing, and see how they are justifying the inexcusable, I feel sick to my stomach with rage. But now, in the heart of Ramadan, the word angry feels too small for the fire I feel in my chest.

Palestine will not be able to properly celebrate Ramadan this year. Trying to explain the situation to people who have never interacted with the community is difficult. Even when thinking to myself, I have the urge to compare it to what I know. "Imagine if there was no Christmas." "Imagine if someone took away Easter." "Imagine there was no food on Thanksgiving."

But Ramadan is not any of those things. The fact that there is no Ramadan in Palestine should be enough to make you angry.

I've been living in a muslim country for six months now. Ramadan is not nearly as festive as Eid was, but its presence is unmistakable. You can taste the joy in the air. Children here get out of school early this month. There is a school across from my home; I hear their laughter every day. String lights hang from the balconies of my neighbors, wrap around palm trees, dangle from streetlights. In the news I read that the Sheik has pardoned hundreds of prisoners, paying off their fines himself in the spirit of charity. Shops here are decorated to match, with cut out stars and crescent moons and streamers. Many shops offer discounts. "70% off home delivery."

There are festivals in the streets and lectures in the colleges.

It is wonderful. And the people of Palestine do not have this. Their fasting is forced, their children out of school by force, their houses lit by firebombs and not crescent moon LEDs, homes that smell of gunsmoke instead of oud.

I hate Israel. It feels childish to admit this. It feels like a shortcoming; hate is what causes this crisis, I should be able to focus on loving Palestine instead of adding more hate to the world. But it is a word I can't help but feel when I think about what Isreal has done, is doing, will do to the people of Palestine. What injustices they will force upon them next. Hate. It's not something I say lightly, but it is something I feel I must say.

I am not disappointed in Israel. I am not sympathetic to their 'cause.' I will not censor myself to sound more moderate, to convince the undecided. I hate Israel. I hate Israel. I hate Israel.

[vellichorom]

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[gentil-minou]

[sysig]

Bad time of it, all things considered (Patreon)

[r0semultiverse]

We gotta go back to tiny Pokémon in rubber ball vending machines being the norm at like every store and chain restaurant.

[livelaughlovelams]

Why waste your time? JOIN A RANDOM AMREV DISCORD. YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED. THIS IS OUR JAMES MADISON THREAD. ( I said nothing mom teehee)

[jessicas-pi]

I conducted a vote on which fic snippet to share, and you chose the shipfic I'm writing out of spite!

(Sooo, just for a little context: this is from a short fic set in the same setting as my main Medieval AU, but not in the same universe/continuity as my main Medieval AU. Kinda like what SW Legends is to canon, yknow?)

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“I’m the PRINCESSSSS!”

Ahsoka’s flailing arm nearly hit Rex in the face, but he dodged, and caught her around the middle, stopping her tipsy swaying. “Yes, Your Highness, we know.”

She threw an arm around his neck and squished her cheek against his pauldron. “I’m prettyyyyy.”

“If you insist, Princess.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

She swerved wildly, and he redirected her. “It would be unseemly for me to answer that, Princess.”

“Seemly. Seeeeeemly. Stupid Seemley Ress,” she said, slurring his name, then trying to correct herself. “Stupid Seemly Ress. Resss. Ressss! My tongue’sss not workin’, Ress!”

“So I hear.”

“I’m pretty. And I’m strong.”

“As everyone knows.”

“And I’m tall!”

“Acknowledged.”

“And I’m orange!”

“Correct.”

“AND I’m… I’mma walk on my own now!”

She shoved him away and took two wobbly steps forward before he had to catch her again.

“I can do it!” she whined. “I’m a lady. I’m twen’ny yearssss ol’. I can walk!”

She very clearly could not, so with a sigh, Rex bent over and lifted her completely, carrying her down the hallway. “All due respect, ladies do not get sloshed at formal dinners.”

“Isss no’ my fault,” she muttered. “Issstupid Korkie’s fault.”

“Right,” Rex said, ignoring her and the looks he was getting. Mostly sympathetic ones; everyone knew the Princess was trouble and was used to her getting into worse predicaments than this.

“Korkie says you liiiiike me,” she continued, singsongy. “He says you’re—you’re not sssaying an’thin ‘bout it cause of, uh. Uhhhhh. Clones! People don’t like you. Stupid people don’t. Good people do. Korkie says I like you.”

“That would be surprising, considering the amount of complaining you do whenever I’m around,” Rex deadpanned.

[zinniapetals]

whenever I read a sskk fic that has Atsushi acting so…wimpy? I guess is the word, I have to exit off.

That boy is sassy and rude and honestly, so snarky towards akutagawa so why do so many people write him all teary eyed and uwu baby ?? I’m just—

[drewsaturday]

obviously different people say different things and you can support something existing while still complaining about things not being to your taste as long as you don't comment it on actual creationssss

but sometimes it does get mentally chaotic seeing posts saying you should be allowed to write whatever you want and bad art is okay etc etc and then i scroll down a little more to see people having incredibly high expectations for things that people make for fun and for free in fandom spaces and it's like...

i think there is a gap between seeing our tumblr peers tm as people and creatives having fun, but ourselves as consumers expecting perfect content. you are demanding perfection from those same people you claim to want to support.

???

[perelka-l]

Do you have any fun or interesting hc for Kieran and Carmine? My personal hc is that Carmine wears hearing aids and a lot of the communicational issues between her and Kieran are a byproduct of her hearing loss making her sometimes seem oblivious to his feelings when shes actually just missing part of the conversation.

Hello Anon!!!

I'll be honest, I didn't think much about Carmine in terms of hc, but I wanna try to formulate something during my playthrough ;w;)b

In terms of Kieran... I have a few, though most are fuelled by my fujo shipper brain dsjafhsdjf

cw: self-harm

So yeah, I bet entirety of my ass he does sh. But then, one of first fanart I saw of him was precisely that and it kinda sunk deep. I do agree that he does have issues with Carmine but I do think it stems from her being a dominating force in their relationship and he can't quite handle that and so he kind of, uh, tries to deal with frustrations some other way, though I assume it escalated pretty badly after Teal.

Also yeah I am close to solidifying hc about Kieran being trans so I guess there is that. Also is his autism even a hc at this point?? I think some of misunderstandings between those two can also stem from that.

Additionally all the gorgeous emo/goth Kieran art solidified for me his vision with piercings and earrings and I can't resist that imagery... It just fits him so well. I really like the thought of him having a forked tongue but I am unsure if that would be even body mod he chose to have or is this just a casual thing with humans in Pokemon world being a little off at times (I think if yes, it does extend to Carmine as well with them being snek siblings and all).

That's all that comes to my mind atm ;w;)a

[widevibratobitch]

aaaaaaand it's starting. mom's bestie just texted me asking to come over this weekend cause it's Bad and it's probably the last chance to talk and maybe say goodbye to my mom's husband and i need to take care of her. god. i wont get through this weekend unless im high or drunk istg.

[randomnameless]

I've seen a post on redshit saying deghinsea was racist and I don't understand how people even came to that conclusion. The fandom isn't ready to Tellius remakes

Are you sure it was on redshit and not here anon? lol

If it's about the branded issue, Deghinsea received a very crappy hand to deal with - and we sure as hell don't see what happens or how the Branded are dealt with in Hatari, save for a meaningless "kumbaya" because the Tellius verse completely falls on its head with this question -

Tellius is all about discriminations and how stupid it is - only to, uh, biologically, tell you one race is "superior" to the other because the other "dies" when both races mix to make a baby.

Ergo, if beorcs and laguz "coexist" peacefully and make tons of babies, the laguz will cease to exist - because each time a branded is born (or even just conceived?) the laguz parent ceases to be a laguz.

In a context of racial tensions (Tellius isn't very clear on the details, but there used to be a war where laguz enslaved beorcs, then beorcs enslave laguz?) revealing this to the public meant ultimately yes, Laguz were going to go extinct unless they got rid of beorcs.

In a way, I find it very different from the manakete - dragon stone - problem, because Manaketes still can access to their power through a device, but they are still manaketes. In the Archanea verse at least (but it's suggested even in Elibe?) the dragon parent doesn't lose their power, even if they have a dragon stone, when they hold hands with a human to make a baby, Nah exists, the Nini siblings exist (and iirc it's implied their mom was a dragon when she went "missing"?) etc etc.

But in Tellius?

Lehran wanted to kill himself because he wasn't a "laguz" anymore, he can't sing, he can't hear the voice of the Goddess, he can't transform - he is not a laguz anymore, but he isn't a beorc either.

In an era where people genuinely thought Claude "killed the CEO of racism" and don't even want to think more than 12 seconds about the Nabateans and what revealing the truth about them may create as a result (it's a egg hunt, but this time, humans are hunting chocolate eggs for easter, they hunt living beings to vivisect them to create more shiny weapons or magic milkshakes to gain a longer life and superpowers), Tellius remakes and the kind of themes and discussion brought by this duology are completely inaudible.

(and especially since Tellius's main lead doesn't give a fuck about the world or the consequences of his and the general party's actions as he fucks off to another continent with his besties, letting everyone else piece back and rebuild the continent)

What was Deghinsea supposed to do? Reveal to Laguz that yes, coexistence is impossible because they are bound to disappear if they coexist too much with Beorcs? How would the Laguz react? Lash out against Beorcs and exterminate them to make sure the Laguz, as a race, will continue to exist? And how would the Beorc react? Feel even more superior because whatever happens the "punished" parent for branded unions will forever be the Laguz and not the Beorc, and thus will start to call Laguz "subhumans" even more recently than they do in canon?

What was the solution? His lie sure led branded to be shunned and outright despised - but let's be real, if he revealed the truth, wouldn't branded still be despised by Laguz, who would see them as symbols and reasons why "their race" loses to Beorcs ?

I've seen some fics try to dance around the question by saying, more or less, Laguz are seen as giving their powers to the baby and it's a gesture of affection - but still, why should the Laguz be the only to "pass on" something to the baby when the Beorc can just, you know, get said baby without "losing"/"passing on" anything ?

I really don't know what IS was thinking when they made this "rule" - especially coupled with Yune's insane "teehee it was never intended it just happened like that!" that made Stefan weep, at Deghinshea's lie, of course, but in general, at the entire "Branded issue" ; ffs the Goddess (or one half of the goddess) said Laguz and Beorcs cannot coexists, and it wasn't something that was planned, it just happens.

I honestly consider this message "race A is superior to race B because race B ceases to exist if it breeds too much with race A" as bad as Fodlan's "imperialism good akshually" and honestly don't know why IS went through this route.

To add more drama maybe, but damn if this is a stinky message to have in a series about acceptance and coexistence - especially coming after Elibe and the heavily implied (as of FE7) dragon hybrid hero (of FE6).

[galaxseacreature]

Queer bookclub at the library, I wish I knew how to quit you. I sit through so many mediocre sounding romance recommendations (valid! just not my jam!) and ya (also valid! but not usually my jam) and the group has a pretty bad record for picking books when we do all read the same thing (tbf the synopses sounded good) and there's a person who just annoys me for no fair reason........but then I have an outlet to talk about scifi that fucks with gender (unclear if anyone else in the group is interested in this but turnabout is fair play) and also I get just enough genuinely good recommendations, especially from the couple of people who read nonfiction. Gambler's fallacy. Next great read is coming soon I can feel it. One more meeting

[arcanaaa]

COOL MOONLIGHT BATHED HER SKIN, WHILE THE NIGHT'S QUIET SOUNDS TRILLED AND CHIRPED ON GENTLY IN AN ENDLESS SUCCESSION. It was this night that the Seer sought a calm moment to spend alone with her own thoughts and Cana had stepped outside the bar-- a quick mention to Loke and Gray for fresh air, her hands waving away their insistence to join her: "Nah s'alright, just gonna clear my head, don't wait up--"

Don't let the good times stop on her account.

It wasn't a lie. Or at least the words were made as truth after she leaned against the building. Everything felt like too much. Too much noise-- the laughter and shouts, too many lights hurting her eyes, the cloying smell of wine, smoke, and perfume from the waitresses flirting too close to their table. That was expected. It couldn't be avoided. It didn't mean she couldn't be annoyed.

Best to swallow the envy and bite back the grimace as the bitterness clashed with the festive mood. This wasn't right. The feelings that Cana had kept buried were starting to seep beneath the cracks-- she could see Gray's silent expression communicate more than what a brief conversation could ever pass.

Leave it alone snowman. It's fine.

I'll deal with it.

The last thing either Gray or Cana needed to discuss was what was on her mind. She knew he meant well, but there was no way he would be able to untangle the clusterfuck of emotions that knotted inside her heart. Only one solution would resolve the chaos, and it required something that Cana did not currently possess: bravery.

CANA FLED THE WARMTH OF THE BAR AND GOOD COMPANY TO HIDE IN THE DARK ALLEY LIKE A COWARD. Because she was not brave enough to say what she wanted to say: that she needed him. Those were the words that grew heavier with each passing moment. The more that she spent time together, whether as partners or in the same company as Gray, every moment made their bond grow ever stronger. That was the simple truth of the matter, a truth that was undeniable even if she wouldn't say it out loud. Couldn't say it. Yet another confession kept inside her chest, another weight over her heart. But this was a burden that was easier to carry, one that she regarded in a fond manner.

She should know by now that she couldn't stop change, even if she could predict it. All she could do was accept it and brace for the aftermath. Though she tried to peer into her own future, the visions that reflected back taunted her with brief snapshots of scenes that were beyond her understanding. Even now she tried to focus, her eyes sliding shut, her breathing evening out and slow, her senses became refined while everything fell outside her scope--

--running, frantic, desperate, sick, and terrified, the ice mage's admission echoing in her head, he left he left he left why why did he leave did I do something was is something I said something I did I thought we could start over please tell me is it my fault oh God did something happen why didn't I see this why why stupid useless, where is he don't leave don't leave please don't go don't leave don't leave me--

❝ --na! Cana! ❞

A SHATTERED GASP, SENSES SCATTERING WILD AND CONFUSED AS SHE FOUGHT TO BRING HER HEARTBEAT UNDER CONTROL FROM ITS QUICK GALLOP. Another vision faced alone. Sweat dotted her brow despite the cool air. She felt turned inside out, her nerves too tight and yet not, hot yet cold, dizzy but still. A vision always left her on the cusp of sickness, and often she isolated herself to deal with the effects by herself.

Fortunately, her boys never indulged in her pride.

❝ M'fine, ❞ She would always say quietly, her assurances so much smaller than herself. ❝ It's fine, s'not that bad-- ❞

❝ Shut up. ❞ Gruff, quick to the cut was Gray, ever the charmer. ❝ Stop trying to do this alone. You know we'll always be here for you, okay? So stop trying to hide. ❞

He would stand just within arms reach, back facing her while he stood to guard her. Gray reflected much of his aspect and magic that he commanded, yet she saw beneath the curt frost of his demeanor. The Seer would shift her body to reach out her hand, only to topple forward as numbness settled over her limbs and left her weak--

❝ Now normally I'm not opposed to sweeping women off their feet, ❞ Loke would intone mildly, yet his gaze was piercing despite how gently he held her in his arms ( oh it was bad when she didn't register her center of gravity was altered ). ❝ But it doesn't sit well with me when my partner leaves to deal with this alone. ❞

The usual protests that bubbled in her throat died as her strength all but failed her. This moment of familiarity and intimacy would normally drive the card mage to shake out of his hold and reestablish herself as her own pillar of strength. It was what she needed to be, what she trained for, what he would expect her to be. But the truth was that she was tired. For so long Cana had so much to prove: to herself, to her peers and rivals, to her father-- but how long before the pressure of her own expectations would collapse on top of her and cause her to fall? Would that strength alone she carried help her?

THE ANSWER WAS RIGHT BEFORE HER, IN TWO DISTINCT FORMS THAT PROVED SHE WOULD NEVER RETURN TO HERSELF ALONE. It was in the steady, gentle silence between the ice mage and the ring mage. Their presence stood as her foundation to weather the storm that would always seek to render her helpless and weak. Cana was not someone who was easily moved by sentimentality. But knowing that her partners-- her boys-- refused to allow her self-isolation when the worst of her abilities revealed itself moved her.

Affection from the Seer was not dispensed frivolously, even when she wasn't sober. But allowances could be made, especially when concern over her wellbeing was at the forefront of their action.

So Cana did the unthinkable: she cried.

Naturally, the reception was met with varying reactions of alarm.

Later, when everything was calm and her emotions weren't so strung out and wrung, she would laugh at this whole affair as another humorous tale to recount. But the present moment was fragile and raw, and all Cana wanted in this moment was to be shown comfort. A sob rippled, causing both men to respond in varying degrees to her distress, yet Cana reached out and gathered them close to her side. One hand reached out and tugged her kin beside her so that her arm could wrap around his neck. Meanwhile, the other held tight to her mentor and partner, never letting go despite the awkward manner that which she was held.

Whatever their hang-ups were about expressing emotions or receiving affection didn't matter to Cana: right now, she needed them to know how much she appreciated them both.

❝ Don't go, ❞ She cried. ❝ I'm-- I'll be okay in a sec, I promise...just...please...don't go...please stay with me....please... ❞

( Now who could say no to that request? )

'Please don't leave me.' Was the echo. 'Don't leave me alone. Please love me. Even if I'm weak, even if I'm lost, even if I'm pathetic, even if I'm wretched and despicable. Stay. Please.'

❝ I'm sorry. I'm sorry... ❞

❝ Shh. ❞ A hand to her head, the gesture so tender that her heart swelled until it was fit to burst. ❝ It's okay Cana. We'll stay. I-- We promise. ❞

❝ Yeah, ❞ The admission of the ice mage was soft-spoken, almost hushed, as if responding any louder would break the fragile moment between the three of them. ❝ It's alright Cana. We got you. ❞

The sheer relief made her body sag-- as if the entire world rolled off her shoulders and fell into the void beneath her feet. That was all she wanted to hear-- that was all she needed to hear. Hearing such affirming words of devotion, of loyalty, of love brought such a cathartic release for the Seer that time fell off the wayside for the three mages.

Eventually, Cana stopped crying, but her grip over them did not cease. It was a tie over who she wanted to hide herself against, tucking her face into the space of their neck for comfort but the contender that she settled for was Loke. Even still, Cana did not relinquish her hold over her brother, instead compromising with contending to hold Gray's hand. As much as Cana complained prior about the cold, Gray's abilities never brought her discomfort. If it meant that he would stay by her side, she would hold him always.

It was the same for Loke too; where Gray embodied ice, Loke brought boundless warmth to surround her. She would know him in darkness, even when hope was gone and her shadows threatened to close around her, he was her light that blazed, triumphant, and gloriously.

Her Loke. Her Gray. Her boys. Her partners. Hers.

They were hers. And should the world stand against them, she would rip the fabric of fate at the very seams and render reality into spools of thread if it would protect them. Save them.

And heaven help anyone who would do ill unto her boys.