#Never forget your value

[lily-drake]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I hope that all of the authors, artists, and readers here have an amazing year full of new experiences both good and bad so that you can look back and say, “look at how far I’ve come! I’m proud of myself from we’re I started to were I am now.” Good luck to all of you in your future pursuits, and remember to always do what feels right.

[rabbigfirlee]

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[vaugarde]

terribly sorry for progressively getting more and more annoyed and tired with jn. this show kinda gets a lot more exhausting on a rewatch when you know its not going to get better

[mire-7viii]

whoever said something along the lines of "outspoken conservative women are the most masculine of all" was so right

[pyrriax]

hi everyone remind me to never look at deviantart again

[blindecho6]

Did anyone ever had a problem on firefox where the twitch will show people were live and when you clicked on a livestreeam it wouldn't load and just show that the person was offline. And then you checked on other browser or sth and it was working.

Well. I might have a solution to that problem.

You might've changed the setting that will load the whole yt video in one go and not just the few second (y know, that made so if you pasued a video it wouldn't buffer to the end no matter what).

If that's what you did then follow instructions below:

open about:config

look up media.mediasource.enabled

set it's value to true

???

profit

[hyunebear]

what is happiness to hyunjin? ♡

[spacebug07]

just rewatched luca. i miss my silly little fish guys :(

[detective-piplup]

okay but like I joke about how much I like fireknight and how it consumes so many of my waking thoughts but it actually does . it does so much to me. a lot of it was built through fanon and clinging onto scraps from the games bc i doubt devsis will ever let them interact again but they are like insane to me.

fire spirit’s weird relationship with affection and love is also part of why I like them so much yes that was the source of the divine visions earlier .

nobody look at the tags of this post.

[deactivateddsstuff]

It did not pride me…it humiliated me.

It was not power…it was weakness.

Most tragic of all it was an unfortunate misunderstanding made worse by my own lack of experience and control because of the alcohol…

This is why I need to work on myself…

[indigodreames]

muses tags drop 3/??

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ life teaches us to make good use of time; while time teaches us the value of life ⊱ ◜time◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ when you heal you will understand why you broke ⊱ ◜phichai ritthirong◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ be the moon and inspire people even when you’re far from full ⊱ ◜prasong ratnaphan◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she walks through hell with a smile because she owns her own demons ⊱ ◜ alejandra naranjo ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she looked daisy safe but smelled rose wild ⊱ ◜seo jangmi◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ never forget how wildly capable you are ⊱ ◜hikari hasagawa◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ but without the dark we'd never see the stars ⊱ ◜karim taghavi◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ there’s a special kind of magic only found in books ⊱ ◜tanawat weerapradits◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you deserve to be the person you were meant to be ⊱ ◜avery cassadine ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ believe in yourself and you will be unstoppable ⊱ ◜jung minsoo ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you are made of flowers ; how you bloom when there’s light on your skin ⊱ ◜malia danvers◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she blooms wild and burns bright ⊱ ◜furong◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings ⊱ ◜winnie tan ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ not everything that weighs you down is yours to carry ⊱ ◜chaisai sangthong◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ find what you’re passionate about and let that be your wings and soar ⊱ ◜song euntae◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ don’t settle for anything less than magic ⊱ ◜ kamon bannarasee ◞

[sycophantzealot]

this is all there is and ill never arrive at heaven. everyday i try to scratch beneath gods door but i dont have hands. i am starving everyday, and i cant ever get closer, and i cant ever feel full. i hear muffled voices from the other side of the door, i will never be allowed in. i dont make a sound. it would be unsightly

[daydreamer-in-reverie]

Started rereading the Hunger Games series and I feel like it’s so overlooked how in 74th and 75th Hunger Games, we don’t know every Tribute’s names, with Katniss only referring to them by their District numbers but in TBOSAS, we knew every single Tribute by name. We associated them with the clothes they wore on the Reaping Day and Suzanne even goes so far as to describe how they looked, however briefly. We see these Tributes and we’re familiarized with them by the little tidbits provided to the mentors and to Snow and Lucy Gray. But we never get this in the original trilogy.

In two generations, President Snow alienated the Districts from each other so much that Katniss didn’t even care to know all the names of the Tributes sent into the Arena with her, with the exception being those who posed great risk against her safety and those she felt great compassion for (e.g. Cato, Thresh, Rue, Mags, Betee, Wiress etc.). Katniss even went so far as to call the D6 Tributes in the 75th Hunger Games morphlings, for their affinity to imbibe in the drugs that help them forget their own traumas (an incredibly hurtful description, in my own opinion, to be known by the qualities you hate the most about yourself). We never know the real name of the 74th D5 girl, with Katniss only referring to her as Foxface and we don’t even know Marvel’s name until we get to the second book and he was Katniss’ first personal kill. Katniss even kills the D4 girl in the books with the same tracker jacker venom that killed Glimmer and yet still, we don’t know her name. We are so removed from the identity of the other Tributes that we don’t even know what some of them looked like beyond brief descriptions of mangled bodies and dead Tributes in the bloodbath at the Cornucopia.

And, the thing is, Suzanne established the importance of names in the series. Even in real life, we recognize the importance of being named. It is a fundamental aspect of being human. If you’re ever in a perilous situation where a person might be placing your life in danger, we’re told to remind the person that you’re human. “Keep saying your name, how old you are, where you came from. Remind them you are a human being just like them.” Before any propaganda can work against a group of people, refusing to recognize a person’s name is the first step to dehumanization. And just like the people of the Districts, we don’t care enough about the other Tributes to even want to know their names. Their propaganda worked on us, the readers.

In two generations, President Snow completely wiped out any sense of familiarity and camaraderie the Districts may have shared with the other. In two generations, Snow sowed the seeds of distrust and division into the Districts so deeply that even we, the readers, were affected by the effects of Capitol propaganda. In two generations, the Districts ceased to genuinely care about the others beyond the vague sense of injustice they feel for their shared plight. It’s why Career Districts don’t seem to care about killing the other Tributes. How can you care, to show your compassion and humanity, when you can barely see them as people? Yes, they may have been in the Arena with you. Yes, they may have been starved and beaten and forced into labor like you were. Yes, they might be children just like you. Yes, they might be subjected to the same deplorable system that turned you into virtual slaves. But they are not your friends. They are not your allies. They are strange, with different customs and traditions that you have. You do not share the same values. They do not care about you. At the first chance they get, they will kill you with your bare hands and they will do it with alacrity if it meant their survival. There can only be one Victor and it can’t be them. It has to be you.

[touchlikethesun]

i called my mother for career advice. i really shouldn't have.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Constantine Is Having Fae Problems

Not as in 'problems with the fae', but as in 'the Batfam don't understand shit about fae and it is somehow Constantine's problem'

"Thank you."

Whatever thoughts Constantine had before come to a screeching halt. He slowly turns around, praying he's misheard, but, unfortunately, no. He heard that right.

The black-haired kid - he looks like a kid, but, really, he is not, and he is not even human to begin with - is smiling at Nightwing, who just laughs and ruffles the boy's hair.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing," the moronic eldest batkid says, like it's not a big deal, and Constantine just... can't. He is not dealing with this right now. He needs a drink.

And then it happens again. Not with the Nightwing, though. This time, it's Black Bat. Now, in all honesty, Constantine is not so sure about her being human either, what with her appearing out of goddamn aether and being silent as a ghost, but the point still stands. The new addition to Bat's menagerie of children, the fae boy, the changeling who insists he is Robin's brother, thanks her.

It's quick and easy, just like a human would say it, and Black Bat just nods back at him, but Constantine knows what it means. He knows the weight of fae gratitude.

The big question is, do the Bats know it?

He promises himself to address this issue later with the Big Bat himself. But every time he encounters the man, he just forgets to bring it up. Constantine strongly suspects it's not his bad memory at fault here, but a certain fae. Not that he is going to outright go and blame the damned creature, of course, Constantine values his life, mind, and consciousness. Also, he is very aware of the consequences of talking to the fae, unlike the furry brigade.

Alas, he can't forget something if he witnesses with his own eyes. So the next time he is in the Batcave, he makes it a point to wait until the same thing eventually happens. And, score for Constantine, it does.

"Thank you," the kid - again, not a kid, not a human, but whatever - tells Red Robin, and Constantine immediately snaps his head to him, pointing a finger at the smiling fae.

"I mean no disrespect, but what are you doing?"

The kid - Danny, as he insists to be called, although Constantine knows better than to call a fae by any name - tilts his head to the side. He looks confused, but there's a sly glint to his blue eyes. Oh, the fucker knows exactly what he means. He just doesn't want to admit to it.

"What do you mean?" It's not him, but Red Robin asking, and Constantine turns to look him in the eyes. Mask. Whatever.

"He is thanking-" a terrible thought crosses Constantine's mind, and he stares at Red Robin with horror, "Oh, don't tell me you were all thanking him and apologizing to him like he is a human being."

"I don't see how this is your business," Red Robin scolds, and his eyes narrow. Constantine can't see his actual eyes through the mask, but he knows the Bats well enough to know the kid looks as deadpan as he can.

"You can't do that!" He reaches down to the pocket where he keeps his cigarettes, but stops halfway. Right, no smoking in the Batcave. Wait, he never obeyed that rule! Constantine turns to glare at the fae boy. Danny appears as innocent as a newborn baby. Little bastard.

"Quit making a scene," comes another voice, and this one John recognizes, turning to look at little Robin. Now that he thinks about it, the demonic child claimed the fae as his brother, and he definitely should know how to talk to fae!

"Why didn't you tell them about the rules?!" He asks Robin, and the kid doesn't even bat an eye at him.

"You will not accuse me of incompetence in front of my brother," Robin huffs, not stepping closer and keeping one hand on his hip, "I did."

"You-"

"Okay, how about you calm down?" Danny interjects, and John is positive this is the first time he's heard the boy say anything other than 'thank you'. He turns to the fae, facing him, and, oh, Jesus, those are not human eyes. Or teeth. Or face. Holy fuck how do Bats live with this, it's like uncanny valley but hundreds times worse.

"If I tell you I use it for easier access, will you leave it be?" The fae tilts his head again, and this time it is not in confusion, but in the eerie manner of how all very much not human beings do it. Constantine swallows, but doesn't back down.

"Access to what, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Transportation," Danny provides. This does not explain shit and he knows it. Red Robin groans and rolls his eyes.

"We use it to summon Danny if we need him. It's faster than calling or texting."

Constantine freezes.

These fucking kids. Are using the fae debts. To summon him. Because they don't like texting.

Do they know that they can literally ask a fae to destroy a small country to fulfill a debt like that? It's not just a small favor, it's a gratitude. Fae take their gratitude very seriously. They value it. A lot.

Actually, you know what, no. John is not going to be explaining that part to them because God knows the batkids are all batshit crazy and this is an opportunity he is not willing to give them.

So he just nods stiffly, turns around, and heads to the zeta tube.

"Thank you for caring about my family," he hears a voice behind him, full of mischief and joy. Constantine feels the weight of the newly acquired debt, or better call it a favor, bind itself to his soul, and, great, he now has the power to part the sea like Moses, but only once.

He needs a drink. No, correction, he needs a whole bar to himself.

Wait, that's an idea.

"Get me a bottle of good bourbon, and we're even," he throws around his shoulder, stepping into a zeta tube.

When he steps out of it, there's an unlabeled bottle in his hand. John sighs and opens it, foregoing the glass or cup and drinking straight from the neck.

...It's good bourbon.

Inspired by @blackfoxsposts

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