#but learn your history and listen to your elders kids

[mariuslepual]

bitch I think you mean PIONEERS they did that shit in 2017!!!!

[tooangrymustinternet]

Don’t forget, Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs is real. If you don’t have food and shelter, you’re not going to be spending your time garnering esteem. If you are LGBT in America and you feel like you can’t function right now, it’s not some kind of personal failure on your part. If anything it demonstrates that you are human.

[Image of a diagram of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs with each level showing the impact of bills and recently passed anti-LGBT legislation on LGBT Americans, as follows from top to bottom: Self-actualization: Made impossible. Esteem: Directly endangered. Love and belonging: At risk. Safety needs: destroyed. Psychological needs: Directly endangered.]

You’re not broken, they just hate us, and that breaks everything.

[atlasxspeaks]

I love the idea of Tsu’tey adopting Spider so here are some headcanons I have of that old grumpy guy raising his little son.

Tsu’tey’s injuries from the Great War caused him a lot of mobility issues. He often wakes up in pain from stiff joints and muscle spasms. To help, Spider will crawl over him and lay on whatever limb is hurting him to most in the morning because his body puts off a lot of heat and relaxes his muscles. He’s like a little heat pack.

Spider originally did need to wear his mask constantly, but over time, through constant communion with Eywa, she changes his lungs to be able to breathe the air. He doesn’t tell anyone though, because it happens years into him realizing nothing he can do will make most see past his humanness. Tsu’tey, however, finds out after seeing Spider lift his mask to shove a large piece of fruit in his mouth that he specifically told Spider not to eat.

Spider’s English is abysmal. He barely has the patience to sit through the normal lessons he gets from Mo’at and some of the other elders who like him, let alone enough to go to Hell’s Gate to learn about Earth. Mo’at scolds Tsu’tey for slacking in teaching Spider his native language, but he isn’t too worried about it.

Tsu’tey’s biggest mistake as a parent (in his mind) is letting Spider believe his hiss was intimidating. It was the best thing in the world for Tsu��tey when Spider was a baby. But then came a stint of time where Spider would hiss openly at anyone when annoyed which just made his reputation among villagers worst. The kids who made fun of him got bitten, mask be damned, which does not help his case.

Despite his short stature, Spider can actually fight and hold his own against fully grown Na’vi. Tsu’tey teaches him how to strike fast and hard, going for weak points in Na’vi anatomy and focusing on their legs and feet, places Spider can reach easily and do a fair amount of damage. This does mean Spider gets into a larger number of fights with other Na’vi adolescents compared to canon.

Spider is still best friends with Lo'ak and Kiri in this AU, much to Tsu'tey's dismay. He likes them well enough, Lo'ak is kind of loud and Kiri has an unnerving tendency to stare directly into his soul when talking, but overall they're good kids. He does wish they would stop eating him out of house and home though.

In canon, Tsu’tey has a brother named Arvok, who lives with them. Tsu’tey also takes in Tarsem, whose entire family died in the fall of Home Tree. He and Arvok are best friends, so it makes sense for him to live with them. The boys are like Spider’s brothers, but they pull out the "We're your uncles" card whenever he’s not listening to them or when they want to get out of doing chores.

Regardless of who you ship Spider with, Tsu’tey would find a fault in them. Neteyam? Too obedient to his parents, he needs to rebel more. Lo’ak? Too rebellious, he will get Spider killed doing one of his hair-brain stunts. Kiri? Eywa help him; she’s too much of everything. Any of the Metkayina kids? It’s laughable you’d even think for a second he’d let Spider marry into another clan.

Spider has an ikran in this AU cause I say he does. He finds a baby ikran abandoned during one of the trials he attends with his father. She’s the runt, too small and weak to fly with her family away from their nest back to their roost. Spider takes pity on her and nurses her back to health, hiding her away so no one knows because it’s technically illegal to raise an ikran. She imprints on Spider and the rest is history once Tsu’tey finds out she exists. He’s adamant they cannot keep her but one look from their combined puppy eyes breaks his will.

Tsu’tey and Spider’s ikran have the same relationship as those dads who say they hate the dog and then the dog becomes their best friend. When Spider gets kidnapped, Tsu’tey spends several nights awake with only the ikran for company, praying and begging Eywa to bring his son back to him.

Spider overall was a pretty healthy child, but there was one time when he got very sick and slipped into a coma. The scientists genuinely thought he wouldn’t make it for a while. This is the first time Tsu’tey has ever contemplated suicide, something that is forbidden under Eywa’s laws. He cannot imagine a life without Spider. The second time is after he’s taken by the RDA, but seeing Spider’s friends rally to try and get him bad makes him push the thoughts away.

After the battle at Three Brothers Rock, Neteyam lives but is mortally injured. The combined knowledge of Norm, Max, Ronal, and Mo’at is the only thing that keeps the boy from being paralyzed for life, but he’s essentially got the same disabilities as Tsu’tey now. And he’s a shell of himself. Tsu’tey doesn’t really have time to focus on him, though, because Spider is in just as bad shape as Neteyam, but mentally. After weeks of seeing both boys break down physically and mentally, Tsu’tey comes up with an idea. He gives both boys the task of planting and raising a plant together. Almost everyone thinks he’s crazy for this, but after a few weeks of watching their efforts to make this tiny plant bloom, they see that their moods have improved. Neteyam does his physical activity more to get outside and care for the plant, and Spider uses the plant as an outlet to air thoughts he knows would devastate his family.

When asked how he knew making them care for a plant would help, Tsu’tey simply replies by saying that the only thing that saved him after his injuries was Spider. Carrying for another helpless creature forced you, in turn, to care for yourself. His son saved his life.

[braceletofteeth]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by @scarefox ❤

1) Are you named after anyone?

They just thought the name was pretty, I think.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Today :) I've been doing it a lot lately, but only a little at a time. Probably just need some rest.

3) Do you have kids?

For many years, I've been helping my grandmother raise my younger brother. I'm the one people call when there's an emergency, I'm the one who takes him to the doctor and tend to him when he's sick, I'm the one who notices when he needs something new, I'm the one who takes him shopping, I'm the one who attends school meetings, I'm the one who guides him through the government's bureaucracy, and I'm the one he talks to about his problems, as well as his prospects for the future. Sometimes, when grandma allows me in her kitchen or is unavailable, I'm even the one who feeds him.

So, by all means, yes, I do have a kid. And soon from now he won't be a kid anymore, but I know I'll always consider him my utmost responsibility in this world.

That's one of the reasons I don't want any more kids than I already have. Looking after the lives of two people (mine and his) is enough.

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I was never a sportive person tbh.

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Yes (usually for a humorous effect).

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their... apparent age? “That's a teenager.” “That's an elder.” It's one of the factors that help me predict/understand others' behaviors/expectations.

7) What's your eye color?

Dark brown.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

That might come as a surprise, but I've never been much fond of scary movies 😅 Unless they are something like psychological horror, it's rare for me to actually get invested in them.

I like happy endings, but I'm ok with sad endings too. I just feel averse to open endings—especially when the story feels incomplete because of it.

9) Any talents?

Very good at elaborating questions that will lead people to talk more than me during a conversation (in a way that is enjoyable for them, of course!)

10) Where were you born?

North of Brazil. I lived in other places, but I'm back in my hometown now.

11) What are your hobbies?

Learning other languages

Baking cakes

Watching asian dramas and talking about it on tumblr dot com

Reading books and fanfics

Finding places where listening to music feels more intense than usual

Lazy walks along the river

12) Do you have any pets?

It's technically my cousin's, but we do have a pet in the house. It's a cat we call Relâmpago (it means Lightning). It sleeps at my doorstep during the day and we frequently eat together.

13) How tall are you?

168cm. Most women are shorter than me, but I still wish I was just a tiny bit taller 🤏

14) What was your favorite subject in school?

Story Time with real events (a.k.a History).

History teachers from public schools are very passionate about their field of study! They know exactly why we're forced to live on hard mode and go through so many injustices today. If they could, they would tell everyone about it, so we'd argue more, question more, and bend history in our favor for once. I loved my History teachers, loved learning about the people that came before us, and especially about how changeable everything is.

15) What is your dream job?

The idea of doing anything, and I mean anything, repetitively, for decades, non-stop, takes off the spark of any career path I have found compelling in the past. I don't want to do something I love in exchange for profit/out of obligation, because I know this won't work for me. I tried it before, and all it did was make me resent my hobby. So I don't mix the two concepts anymore. I literally do not dream of labor.

But I still need labor—at the very least, not to starve to death. So what I dream about, now, is a job that doesn't take too much of my time and energy, so I can dedicate them to enjoyable activities and to the people I love; so I can live a life that is not determined or owned by my job.

—

tagging: @softneomiro @somebodycallixii @srabaskerville @kdreader02

As usual, only if you'd like to 😊

[macrotiis]

- 29 y/o aries ♈️

- gender-neutral testosterone beast, I'm trans 💉(2016) & post-op (2023) TME & perisex.

- xe/xem/xyrs, he/him or she/her.

- @rainbowmancer-gwen is my fox gf 💙

- Aus/NZ Pakeha (white)

- 18 +, no minors pls, this is not a NSFW heavy blog tho.

- #noid is for images without descriptions or functional alt text.

No DNI, I just block. I usually block bigots, rude ppl, pointless discourse, harry potter fans, proshippers (some "antis" too, idk this whole thing is dumb to me), & sometimes ppl who just annoy me. I'm here for a good time, I'm not here to argue & I don't appriciate ppl trying to start shit. (Letting me know of I'm rbing someone shitty is appriciated.)

Please HARD BLOCK me if you don't want me to follow you. I'll assume tumblr is fucking up & re-follow if I'm softblocked coz that happens a lot, please just properly block me.

I'm Blitz, I'm a commie anarchist furry from down-under & my tagging system is a mess. (More info under the cut)

I love animals, hairless cats & australian wildlife are my faves. Blue & purple are my fave colors. I like loud electronic & alt music; Punk, Metal, Nu-Metal, New-Wave, Ska, Drum n Bass, Industrial, Breakcore, ect.

I draw a lot, it's like my number 1 thing, art blog is @staticblitz.

I'm not a huge fandom person, but I have a Crash Bandicoot blog @n-trance, Crash Bandicoot is my number 2 thing.

I love science fiction, fantasy & horror, stuff like; Crash Bandicoot, Spyro the Dragon, Elder Scrolls, Fallout, Star Trek, Invader Zim, Doctor Who, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Dorohedoro, Berserk, Digimon Furries & table top role-playing games.

I'm a weird kind of aroace bisexual queer, I'm a transsexual in the sense that I'm trans, I take hormones (testosterone) & am post-op (hysterectomy); I believe being trans is different for everyone & hate truscum/transmeds. I also don't like transandrophobia/transmisandry truthers, listen to trans women & learn about transmisogyny without getting defensive. I promise you, there is space for us in the framework of discussions about transmisogyny already. PLEASE don't take posts I make about *MY* experiences as someone transmasc adjacent & get mad thinking I'm generalizing the whole trans man/transmasc community. I am one guy (system) & cannot speak for the entire community & I don't try to!

I am kink & sex positive, I sometimes do sexwork & I talk about it sometimes. That said I do have boundaries & I do think you ought to be responsible for what you post & where (ie; tag that shit & keep it away from kids). I cant prevent it, but would prefer DDLG or ABDL blogs not follow or interact with me (it's fine if you use a non-kink related blog instead. I don't judge you, I just have trauma surrounding this). Thanks 💖

Proshippers are weird, not keen on antis either but equating finding your pedo/incest fanfic a bit gross to police violence is actually nonsensical, end of discussion.

I think Marxism is pretty pog, I'm by no means an expert but I am very politically active where I live. I grew up poor with my 2 siblings & my single disabled mum, we are ex-Jehovahs Witnesses (yes thats important). This has shaped a lot of my world view, I align myself with the marginalised & working class people of the world. I am heavily critical of capitalism, liberalism, nationalism & imperialism. If you have a problem with commies or anarchists, you probably won't like me. I hate fascists & I hate cops. I love my community tho & working together with anyone who wants to work toward a better world.

I am moderately able-bodied, but have mental disabilities. I don't wanna share all but I have autism, C-PTSD & chronic fatigue among many other things. I am a system, I hate syscourse, endo systems are welcome here, ableists demanding medical history are not.

I will tag for any trigger if you ask me, I already tag a large amount of things for both categorization & moderation.

Do not send me donation posts, thanks.

This is my fursona, draw xem if you want I would love that :3

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

15 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @sergeantnarwhalwrites and I'm gonna let it rot in drafts for a while, because I have no idea who to do this for.

Almost three months later, I decided to do this for my new sad boi! :D

Are you named after anyone? "When I chose my new name, I thought of a children's story my mother told us when we were little, of the rats Finnian and Winifred. My sister's name is Winifred, and I thought that would be nice. Haven't regretted it, so it was probably one of the better decisions of my life."

When was the last time you cried? He shrugs. "None of your buisness." By the looks of it, it can't have been too long ago.

Do you have kids? "No. I don't… No."

Do you use sarcasm a lot? "Too much, probably. It has gotten me into trouble before."

What’s the first thing you notice about people? "Whether they look like the kind that's looking for trouble. The kind that looks for an excuse to beat someone up." He sighs. "I also can't stop myself from noticing if someone looks ill, or injured. Some people don't even realize, or they try to ignore it."

What’s your eye color? "Dark brown."

Scary movies or happy endings? "How about a scary story with a happy ending? Don't they exist?" He looks away, muttering, "Probably not. I don't have time for stories. I can barely make ends meet as it is." He does indeed look thinner than might be healthy, bundled into layers of clothes despite the late summer warmth.

Any special talents? He laughs, but not happily. "Fuck off. Wait, you're serious? I'm a healer who can't heal. Don't… Just. Get to the next question already."

Where were you born? "Little farming village a few days north from here."

What are your hobbies? "Trying not to starve. Getting beaten up. Did you listen to anything I said so far?" He's clearly annoyed.

Have you any pets? "Do the ants I shake out of my boots in the morning count?"

What sports do you play/have played? "Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean." His will to cooperate is clearly running thin, and he has no patience to figure out questions he doesn't understand.

How tall are you? "Just short of 1,70." He doesn't look too happy about that.

Favorite subject in school? "I don't... we didn't really have school. Our village was too small for that. Our parents taught us most things, and some summer days, we spent listening to our elders, telling us about our country's history and about far away lands." There is almost a smile on his face. "When I was accepted into the temple as a healer, I was taught more specific things. Most of it, I didn't care about, but I always liked learning which plants can be used as a cure."

Dream job "Isn't it funny?" He doesn't look like it's funny at all. "When I was a child, everyone dreamed of getting out of our small village, of being more than a farmer. I got lucky, didn't I?" He stares at his hands, rubbing a stiff thumb over the scar on his palm. "I'd give a lot to be a farmer now."

Tagging @whumpinthepot @whumpflash @winterandwords if you wanna do it :) Been a while since the last time it came around.

Template beneath the cut.

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye color?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

What are your hobbies?

Have you any pets?

What sports do you play/have played?

How tall are you?

Favorite subject in school?

Dream job

[daisiesforkate]

I think the most important skill/quality you need to have to be successful in society is…Storytelling

Being a good storyteller. Seriously. Being able to tell a good, captivating story is the make-or-break skill in creating strong relationships in society in my opinion.

Storytellers are our mentors, guardians, parents, teachers. Our most famous celebrities are storytellers: actors, singers, artists.

Almost every greeting is a prompt, an invitation, for you to tell a story.

“How was your weekend?” Boom. Story.

“How was your day?” Story.

"I haven't seen you in so long! How have you been?” Story.

The first words we say to each other when we meet are rooted in storytelling. And it makes sense; it’s in our nature, our blood, and our history. It’s how we, as humans, taught lessons to our children, seated around a fire, listening to elders tell stories and not caring what was true and what wasn’t; or maybe truth wasn’t what mattered in those moments.

Stories were how we measured history, recanted wars- both great wins and devastating losses. It’s how we remembered our fallen brethren. It’s how we learned not to fall the same way.

Stories are how we explained the world. Our creation myths, the spirits in the trees and wind- stories of how those spirits came to be there and who they were before. We had stories to explain why the sun rose every morning, why it rained for days and days, why wolves howled and birds chirped.

We had stories for why we fall in love and what happens when we die.

Stories are how we protect each other. Women would tell stories of men in the village and it was how they knew who lied, who cheated, who beat their wife, who to avoid after sunset or when they were drunk. Stories made women powerful. It wasn’t just gossip, it was accountability. It was reputation. Stories were how we kept our daughters and sisters safe, how we influenced politics, how we crafted the morals of the next generation from the time they were in diapers. Women had no land, no money, no jobs, no vote; but through stories we clawed our way into society from the bottom up and gave ourselves as much influence over our communities as we could. We put fear into people’s hearts every time we whispered in each other’s ear.

Stories are how we kill each other. A frantic phone call to 911 with a rushed story of a black kid in a gray hoodie playing with something in his pocket. An accusation by a wife told to her husband of a 14 year old black child violating her in the grocery store. A lie about a jewish underbelly rearing up to wage war on the modern way of life. That’s not to say that these things happened BECAUSE of stories, there are many complex factors that contribute to any event. However, stories do play a big role in the mentalities of people who commit these atrocities and our reception to them. Especially when only one side of the story is/can be told, and especially when that side is passed through big news outlets and corporations before it gets to us. Stories have been used to propagandize and justify every conspiracy theory and outcome thereof. A story passed between two people over dinner can incite events that permanently shape the world; for better or for worse. Stories of boogeymen far outlast those who tell them.

Stories are how we connect. Stories of our pets over covid interfering with our work-from-home setup that helped us realize that even if we didn’t share language we did share something. Stories of my trip to London in summer of 2016, and a realization that the new girl on the frisbee team was there at the same time and “hey look at these pictures, we must have been 50 feet from each other.” Stories of our family, our parents when they were young, and realizing that maybe you got your propensity for hair dye from your teenage mother who dyed it orange in the 70s and pissed off her dad. Or maybe your typing speed is from your typewriter-wizard grandmother who gave up being a secretary to raise 7 kids.

Being a good storyteller isn’t just a measure of how entertaining or extroverted you can be because to say stories are just entertainment is a discredit to the versatility and impact of our words. Being a good storyteller means knowing the power you hold to change lives for better and worse. Being a good storyteller means knowing when to choose your words wisely, and when to be outspoken. Being a good storyteller means keeping part of each person you’ve met with you, maybe even remembering part of their life that they themselves have forgotten. Being a good storyteller means protecting those around you, passing on lessons, handing out knowledge. Being a good storyteller means tucking your kids in at night with a fairytale and a kiss on the forehead so that they can sleep without nightmares. Being a good storyteller means being able to distract your best friend from the terrible day they had and maybe even get them to laugh a little. Being a good storyteller means cherishing the relationships you make, being responsible with your words, and finding a story in everyone’s life to tell, including your own.

I’ve used some pretty extreme examples in here to get my point across, and it probably sounds preachy, but it’s an opinion I’ve held for a while. I try to take any opportunity I can to tell stories and further the skill, including being a better listener when other people are telling their stories.

Why Storyteller isn’t a job in today’s world I don’t know. It’s a failure of ours that the craft of storytelling is not as respected as it should be and HAS BEEN throughout history. The most important method by which we shape our children’s values is largely only distributed by multi-billion dollar companies pushing multi-million dollar movies, shows, and content. The methods by which we tell stories have been co-opted by capitalism and the demand for a profit. I think social media is bringing storytelling back, and small, independent creators and studios. Shows like Bluey gaining traction show that people still crave these earnest stories like those that used to be told thousands of years ago around the fire. They give me hope that my child (if I decide to have one) won’t derive their morals from a YouTube ad or AI generated content that only mimics the ancient tradition. I think many people don’t even consider storytelling to be a skill that one could have/not have. But it is. And it should be honed and crafted like anything else. Good storytellers are my favorite people. They are the people who I, and many others, gravitate towards. The ones who seem like they hold so much experience and make me excited to grow older.

Being a good storyteller is the most important skill to have to create strong, long-lasting relationships, and perhaps a stronger, longer-lasting society, too.

[palebloodcvrse]

Heres my fuckin gremlin:

The main event

The creature

His name is Ae, he got turned into a weird demon dragon thing when he was a kid, also some weird shit happened that left him mildly silly shall we say

He isnt part of any particular fandom and is part of his own story :p

Btw his design includes a lot of black and red and lemme just say if youre a black/red hater leave that mentality on deviantart. Fuck that shit

Every day wear:

Monster form:

Armor his adoptive father gave him:

His dad is a giant dracolich man who adopted him when he was 7 and turned him (dont worry, it wasnt forced on him, ae didnt wanna be human anymore due to some bs that happened to him, ill get in depth in another post)

They have a very addams family esque father son dynamic

This is his dad, kvstrathos (he didnt start wearing metal merch til ae did lol)

Heres Ae when he was a kid, he had ultra long hair lmfao

His dad is a few thousand years older than him btw.

Youd think being adopted by a murderous dracolich warlord would mean they have a tumultous dynamic, but no. Kvstrathos loves and spoils Ae and has dad of the year award behavior, always cookin him stuff teachin him life lessons tutoring him going on hunting trips telling him stories, playing games with him etc

So, this gremlin is very skittish and really doesnt like interacting with people much having grown outside of human contact for 90% of his life

His disposition often switches from impish/happy to a complete stormcloud the next

He often has intense mood swings and flipflops from being silly goofy to being not so silly goofy and concerningly... unstable.

(other than the fucked up court wizard his dad has, and even then the dudes an insane warlock and ex surgeon who was made immortal by an evil deity, ill upload him later)

Its left ae pretty much ignorant of how the human world worked other than outdated shit (he still thinks humans have widespread villages and farms like in the middle ages, boy was he wrong) since all his dad had in the archives about human history are all outdated historical texts (oh but all the occult crap? That got saved.)

So he grew up learning how humans tried to bind demons but doesnt know what a stanley cup is.

His dad spent his days training ae in various combat arts, sometimes showing him some weaponry or old siege equipment/medieval torture devices, etc and mr insane warlock was there to tutor him on dark magic if his dad was busy, and also to act as some sort of babysitter

Ae grew up in a castle with nobody but his dad and the court wizard for company so he pretty much doesnt know how to socialize with like... normal people.

Ae likes a lot of things:

Morbid crap, gardening, the woods, (he has an obsession with farms and nature.) Medieval weaponry, the occult, FOOD and the baking and cooking/preparing of said food, animals. Especially cats. And metal. Holy shit he went to the human world very few times but he fucking found some metal records in an abandoned shed and couldnt stop listening to it after.

As a result his dad gave him an enchanted guitar that has destructive properties and now hes some fucked up heavy metal bard on top of being taught by a giant dark knight and warlock on various combat arts.

Gory descriptions under the cut

His body is heavily mutated from the amount of dark magic that seeped into him since the ritual™ and therefore it has weird traits like worsening his vision while increasing his other senses like hearing and smell, regenerating wounds but also randomly forming painful clusters of black nerves, mouths and eyes that sometimes dont go away on their own, sickening him or strengthening him randomly, etc this boy is not normal and doesnt function as such.

As a dracolich (not all undead dragons are azeratean dracoliches, more lore on that later) he consumes the flesh and souls of demons and corrupted humans.

He often needs said blood and flesh to stay and healthy and strong.

He and his father are children of a dark elder god but theyre not wholly evil, its a whole thing that I dont wanna type out in one post for now.

[the-nimbasa-trio]

*Echo laughed as Titan moved again, flying quick for newbies, but rather slower than Echo herself was used to.*

"I've never needed a helmet. After a while, a Golurk just. Learns to accommodate you. Here look-"

*She points to the spot she is hanging onto, obviously comfortable with her grip. There are little grooves and jutting pieces of rock coming out of Titan's back exactly where her feet and hands rest.*

"I don't remember the explanation for it." *She says, shrugging,* "But my ma always said a Golurk fits their person."

*She pats Titan softly, tracing a section of dark rock.*

"We're both shinies too. I was the first kid in like, ten generations to have the green hair of our town's founder. Some crazy rare recessive gene. Made the elders weary, till Titan hatched and came out glowing the same shade."

*She grins, moving her gaze from the twins to look around at the city instead.*

"It's why I don't have any other pokemon, sides Titan. When you have a bond like that...it can't be replaced. I knew I'd never be able to connect with another pokemon like I did Titan. It's me and him till the end of the line."

*She blushes, looking at the twins sheepishly.* "Sorry! Didn't mean to ramble. He's just real special, y'know?"

(OC lore to bridge the travel time hehe)

The twins listened breathlessly and with curiosity. Their eyes shone with unbridled interest, and they stared intently with incredible focus. When Echo apologized for rambling, Ingo was the first to act by putting a finger to her lips.

"No need to apologize, my friend!" Ingo exclaimed, though a bit too loudly. He removed his finger from Echo's lips and gave his best smile, albeit strained, and didn't look much like a smile. The thought is what counts. "We very much enjoy learning about the world. Thank you for sharing."

"I am Emmet. I enjoy learning. Your history is interesting," they declared. "Titan is beautiful, as are you. Shiny Pokemon, shiny human. Fitting. If you get criticism, send them my way. I'll shut them up!"

"Emmet, no."

"Emmet yes."

Ingo shook his head playfully, but both he and Emmet knew that Emmet was serious. He'd have to keep an eye on his brother. "Regardless... both Emmet and I have a trait that is very unusual! Our eyes glow in the dark."

"Only reason they're not doing it now," Emmet began, "is because the station is lit up. Not enough darkness."

[medleymisty]

Tagged by the very awesome and cool @nigmos!

are you named after anyone? - My mother has said that she knew a babysitter at some point in her life with my name? I don't know for sure though.

when was the last time you cried? - I can't remember specifically but probably the last time I thought about cats not being happy and safe.

do you have kids? - nope

do you use sarcasm a lot? - No. I don't really get it, being probably somewhere on the autism spectrum. Sometimes I say really obvious sarcastic things and I tell the spousal person, "I was using sarcasm!" to make sure he knows. ;)

what sports do you play/have you played? - None, really?

what's the first thing you notice about other people? - If they're nice or not, I think.

scary movies or happy endings? - Both! I like horror and I also like silly stories that end happily.

eye color? - I think sort of hazel?

any special talents? - I used to be good at writing! The spousal person says I am good at petting cats. :)

where were you born? - North Carolina, US

what are your hobbies? - playing Sims and Elder Scrolls Online, taking pictures, watching Korean dramas with the spousal person because he's probably also on the spectrum and that's been his special interest since 2019, learning about humans and why they do the things they do, listening to podcasts at work about kdramas or debunking pop science or the history of how current cultural myths came to be or about how cults and other high control groups work, and petting cats.

do you have any pets? - Currently we are at 8 cats. In 2014 we found a pregnant stray in our backyard and she had six kittens and we kept the whole family, and there is one surviving member of the four cats we already had when Pixel showed up. Yes, we have approval from our vet, who called once to tell us that we're the best cat caretakers she's seen.

how tall are you? - 5 feet, 7 and a half inches

fave subject in school? - English and science. I actually got better grades in science than English, despite the aforementioned used to be good at writing thing.

dream job? -  The job I've had for...18 years come September. Taking pics and virtual tours of real estate. I get to drive around by myself most of the day, listening to podcasts, and I get to take pictures and see some cool properties and set my own schedule mostly. It's nice.

I tag anyone who wants to answer these questions!

[thebestpartofwakingup]

For a while really wanted to write a pathologic fic based on this idea of like, Oyun and Isidor growing up together and Oyun always being very obedient and diligent listening to his elders and doing his chores and learning to do them well and listening and learning history and mythos and folklore of his heritage and culture and then Isidor being the cliche “rambunctious” kid but like really leaning into the contrast to almost a farce from a writing angle and almost just making a bit out of the repition of “Oyun learned and memorized the names and roles of all the great Menkhu families of the past; Isidor learned how to do a handstand” “Oyun learned the traditional way to harvest and tan leather; Isidor learned how to do a cartwheel” with sort of a repeated motif of everyone being like “wOAH LOOK AT THAT KID DO A CARTWHEEL WOOOAH SO COOL” “oh don’t mind him Oyun, some people take longer to mature into their responsibilities but your diligence and hard work will be recognized in your time and allow you to become a great leader” and then Isidor’s simple acrobatics leads him to build a foundation of intitial endearment with enough of their peers and adults in high standing it just develops into a general “he’s always been well liked” charisma that earns him more opportunities and respect

Maybe even some additional tragic irony of Oyun watching this develop over the years as they become men and internalizing it in a “customer is always right” sort of way and assuming that he is the worse Menkhu because he’s never been as good with people (and that insecurity making him worse with them in a self fulfilling loop) but also leading to it being Isidor and not him who gets targeted by Simon, but this already established self doubt now also leading Oyun to miss or ignore the red flags and signs that Simon intends to turn Isidor against the kin or that Isidor is neglecting the more social/emotional/cultural aspects of the responsibilities of his title (disinterest in the kin, not having their best interests at heart, etc.)

[dragonsarrow]

I think I might be alone thinking this, but we need to pay more attention to how youth perceive and react to queerness, especially if they're queer themselves. I agree that it's important to remember our history and listen to those who've lived through it. But responding to criticism from the younger queer generation with "shut up and learn your history, respect your queer elders" doesn't do anything productive. It encourages them to dismiss us, since we're dismissing them.

Did everyone suddenly forget that we used to be in the same position, critiquing queerness while we were kids and teens on this hellsite? What happened to the critical analysis of media we used to engage in? Why do we feel like we're the experts of queer discourse, and why do we invalidate critique from queer youth who've had completely different experiences while growing up queer?

It's upsetting to see so much infighting. We should be listening and engaging in conversation with them. We might think they're silly, and they might think we're silly, and that's okay. We still need to try and understand their experiences as queer youth in the constantly-changing hellscape we live in.

We can't expect them to listen and learn if we don't do it ourselves. I remember posts from 2012-era tumblr describing the ways in which we were being dismissed by older generations. What happened to the thousands of tags from users promising to end the cycle? It's time to end the fucking cycle folks. Why do think they call us boomers?

[osbob-the-existent]

Thinking about Artopia in its capacity as an educational program, the first series is about laying down the groundwork - sharing, listening, being polite, and so on. We meet our four protagonists- Arin, Ezra, Pepper and Hylie- as well as our antagonists- Blanq, Scrubb, and Turp & Tine- and supporting cast- Pencelope, the Elders (who also serve as narrators, when need be) and Pascel. We also get our setting intro, showing off Artopia and Monochromopolis, and a few brief areas of the Shadelands and the wider Kingdom of Artopia. (Supplementary note, they don't have a king, it's moreso just because they thought it sounded better than the Republic of Artopia)

Season 2 introduces more teaching characters as we begin to get into lessons. This season also introduces Woolbur, but mostly as a comic relief character (with B plots revolving around him trying to find something he likes doing). In no particular order:

Inknatius covers history, though his stern demeanour often leads to the kids bunking off (note 2, Artopian history is probably different from ours, so he spends a lot of time talking about how to study things instead).

Paintricia's art lessons go down much better, due to her excitable nature and high energy. The kids still leave, because of course they do, but it's more like an impromptu field trip

Al Crylic starts teaching physics (which is probably the only science that makes logical sense in an art world) and is wacky enough the kids enjoy his lessons. More impromptu field trips, but he also occasionally knocks himself out anvil-on-head style and they just walk out

Pencelope does language, probably English. Ideally, her segments would be done in such a way that they can be translated into other languages and act as EFL stuff. The kids already know they can cause trouble here

Geoff and Dimitri, the geometry twins are in charge of mathematics. I'd like to imagine they aren't always down for chaos, but when they are the kids absolutely know about it

This is also where we see Blanq starting to reach out, talking to Pencelope about maybe setting up traps that require they use the things they learned in the lessons to escape. Nothing life threatening, and they can all be sprung from the outside, but still

Season 3 introduces more new characters: Stacy O'Neary, who runs a craft supplies store; India Tag, who manages the city's treasury (she doesn't show up often here, she'll be more prominent in Adventures Beyond Artopia); Howell Punch, who is imagine is always worried about something (he needs filling out a bit); and Robbin the Bobbin, who I think is one of Woolbur's in-laws. I'd imagine we have a double-length holiday episode, featuring a range of holidays (because it feels silly for a show about teaching kids to be curious and creative to only do Christmas). We also see Woolbur start trying out more things, occasionally getting other characters involved

Season 4 is probably where I'd call it done- the kids are starting to connect with people around them, bonding together and reconciling with Blanq; Scrubb has a bit of an existential crisis over having to stand down before getting consoled by Woolbur, who teaches him that not knowing your purpose is okay, there's more to life than chasing that horizon; Blanq and Pencelope start talking and hit it off, leading to their decision to explore more of the world; Woolbur finds an old abandoned train in a shed and discovers his true passion; and Turp & Time probably end up making cookies for everyone. Seems like something they'd do. And the final episode helps tie it all up in a bow, complete with photo montage credits:

The protagonists, teachers and Blanq celebrating their graduation

Blanq and Pencelope looking at ancient maps

Woolbur teaching Scrubb how to work with the engine (immediately followed up by Scrubb running away scared as it whistles to hide in the ticket office, then discovering the joys of being stationmaster)

Ezra and Hylie starting a mystery club

Arin and Robbin riding the train with Woolbur

Al accidentally blowing himself up in front of Pascel

Paintricia and Inknatius doing joint lessons together

And a photo of the protagonists just hanging out at the top of a hill, looking out over the sunset, as we fade into the photo for the closing shot

And of course, after the closer, we pan upward to look at the night sky, and we get a "Thanks for watching!" Painted across the stars.

[sleepynegress]

Dave Chappelle is the exact kind of man that abused me. He's the man that "slaps the queer out of you" and laughs and laughs, except a grown man just hit a kid. He's someone who'll scream homophobic abuse in your face, but if you try and ask to be treated right, suddenly you "can't take a joke". He's the man who threatens your mother because "boys don't need soft shit." I think a lot of people are very familiar with men like him.

Okay. This may be a long response...But I have been thinking a lot about the dichotomy of a black man, who can be considered a thinker, who literally ran away to Africa because he felt so much discomfort at the idea of his white audiences laughing *at* him and black people, vs. him...SAYING and believing, and worst -proliferating and enabling others to feel normal inflicting violence upon queer people. So. Here are the conclusions I've come to about this entire thing (bulleted because ADHD and I'd be here all day w/o it)

● Chappelle is an old "Unc-ish" black man who thinks he's still being edgy by reciting his old black man fears and insecurites to an audience who (he thinks) is shocked by it in a way that makes him "brave" for "telling the truth of what many feel" vs. being one of many very common and typical people, who age w/o growth w/ the social changes in society... i.e. those you see fold their arms and complain about "new words" like agender, them/they, et al, instead of just learning how to use new words.

● You see... Here's a secret of aging that no one tells you. Everything you knew "back in the day" even if you were empathetic and loving enough, strong enough to see and combat regressive hatred back then/go against the grain.... Will shift for new generations. And lately, so much for the good of marginalized people... i.e. undoing the normalized harassment, dismissal and hatred of marginalized queer folks back in specifically Dave Chappelle's day. The simple truth of it is this: Many people age and lament the loss of normalized cruelty. And many (thankfully, these are the elders you see w/o 'the old man yells at cloud' vibes...) simply change w/ the evolving norms.

● Dave. Refuses to grow. Point blank. His fame and privilege and his personal sense of thinking he's being "old school black and honest" helps w/ that.

● There are also many toxic specifically 'black' masculine traits that he has swallowed hook-line-and-sinker; rooted in ancestral trauma/memory. Specifically in black men, hat has caused many to adopt many of the thought processes of yt masculinity, i.e. misogynoir, and homophobia, while pretending it's some kind of super-black man b.s.

tl:dr Many black men flex extra hard in toxic ways to compensate for all the racial humilations they've dealt w/ in history and day-to-day. I've seen many an angry black male elder who went through Jim Crow, pass that ish; that righteous anger in sadly toxic ways, to their male children. And I've seen many elder black woman spoil their black sons (i.e. not teach them to respect queer people because the bible) to "make-up" for the hardships black men would experience in life.

● I guarantee Dave grew-up w/ that. A specific black male youth experience, in his day of listening to homophobic and misogynistic music and chatter from friend-groups trying to "date" i.e. mistreat as many black girls as possible to puff up a deflated sense of masculine self in dealing w/ cops pulling him over for nothing but melanin. ...A certain kind of black male "cool" that acts as a shield for those normalized racial traumas.

● Dave still traffics in and peddles the old style of "cool" that has evolved past him (shout-out to Lil' Nas, the entire cast of POSE, etc.), to the point where all that remains are dull, baggy eyes and a voice ruffened by all the weed smoke over the years. He is an old man standing still, in the singular "black" good old days...that doesn't know or want to know shit about the black queer community that also had to carve out an existence in those days.

● That is where his stubborn transmisogyny comes from. And why he can seperate the fact that he literally ran from people laughing past the joke because he realized it was at black people's expense...from throwing trans woman (many of whom are also black...intersection what??) under the bus of all the violence inflicted upon them, with that TERF head-ass bullshit.

● And one more thing... because I am also on twitter and it disgusted me to witness... So many transphobic black people on that platfrom were wiping their brows in relief at being able to parlay that into a misdirect at "anger" at yt trans woman co-showrunner of Dear YT White People for it's lacking show quality and *successfully* squashed the transmisogyny at the heart of the discussion around Dave. ...That shit irked me to no end. So, queer community. I hear you, I see you all. I love you. ....Especially my trans black brothers and sisters. I'm a demi elder black woman who feels incredibily fortunate to have had the life experiences and perspectives necessary to still *see* people and grow in that seeing every year I exist on this earth. That is *not* an experience everyone gets or WANTS to get, sadly. There is a certain kind of stubborn safety in aging and staying in what is already known to you, while crossing your arms and scoffing at all the "changes". My message of wisdom, is DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN to NOT do/be that.

[opheliawillowbrook]

How the Cookie Crumbles

To say his brothers fought would be an understatement: They warred. That. That was the better word. However, it was Dick who was the peacemaker among them. The mediator extraordinaire, translating all his brothers’ woes and misunderstandings into less doom-pending transgressions. But to say this unofficial, yet very necessary part he played was tasking was yet another understatement of unspeakable proportions. It was a FUCKING LOT.

“I swear to God, Drake. You and Brown are a special kind of stupid.”

“Shut up, Damian! It’s a good idea!” Tim grumbled in reply.

“Yeah! You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!”

Dick’s face fell upon hearing the argument and considered turning the other way, but he’d learned the hard way that his lack of interference could result in bloodshed. Damian did have a history of stabbing Tim, and Robin had an impressive body count, according to Jason. I’d better  make sure he doesn’t add two more.

“Well, fuck me and my  entire life,” Dick droned in frustration. “What are you three bitching about now?”

“Damian keeps saying our idea is stupid,” Stephanie tattled.

“Yeah!” Tim added with crossed arms. “He says we lack the fortitude for good ideas!”

“You do!” the current robin exclaimed.

“Damian?”

The youngest batboy rolled his eyes and reasoned, “Listen, I know these two brain donors barely have two brain cells to rub between them—”

“That’s not the only thing they rub!” Jason called from the other room.

Damian again rolled his eyes in contempt and continued, “And I’ve accepted, as a member of this family, that everyone gets to act a little stupid from time to time. However, as much as I would like to respect their commitment to their shared stupidity, I feel as if they are abusing the privilege and it needs to stop before one of them gets hurt.”

“Wow, he actually cares,” Jason added from still in another room.

“Have you been sitting there listening the whole time?” Dick asked, near facepalm.

“Affirmative,” Jason confirmed, entering from the hall.

“And you did nothing to stop them fighting?”

“It’s funnier this way.”

“Do I always have to be the responsible one?”

“Affirmative,” all four said with little thought.

“Okay then,” Dick sighed with reluctance. “Damian, I know you find it hard to accept the choices of others, but you need to understand that free choice and expression is about accepting that others may not make the same choices as you, and that’s okay. It’s the same as you choosing not to take my dating advice and ask Raven out because you’re afraid of rejection—”

“Shut up, Grayson! This isn’t about me!!!” Damian spat.

“Damian has the hots for Raven?” Jason teased. “You have good taste, Mighty Mouse. She got a great—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Todd!” Dick and Damian ordered in unison.

“I was gonna say personality,” Jason droned. “Get your minds out of the gutter. I mean for fuck’ sake.”

“Sure you were,” Tim replied with a glower.

“Yeah Tim, cause you never stare at her tits while you talk to her,” Jason added, throwing him doubly under the bus.

“Dude, are you trying to get me killed?” Tim said, shooting an elbow into his brother’s ribs as Damian and Stephanie both glared. Spurring Dick into a further mood for murder.

“My point being is, just because you don’t like other peoples’ ideas, doesn’t mean they’re stupid.”

“Tell them the idea, guys!” Jason urged, stirring the pot.

Stephanie and Tim looked at each other and nodded, as though they’d discovered the holy grail itself. “We’re gonna write a series of YA novels and sell them on the web!” Steph sang optimistically.

“Yeah, it’s a huge and diverse market,” Tim added.

“And with established characters, we’ll make a killing.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “That sounds like fanfiction?”

“It sounds like utter bullshit,” Damian sneered, not single fuck given.

“It’s not bullshit,” Tim snapped. “YA novels make up a huge portion of the market. People love those things.”

“Then name one YA novel that has sold more than a manga in the last 10 years?”

Tim shrugged. “I can’t think of one at the top of my head, but there they definitely exist and sell.”

“Yeah, so does my fanfiction based on this family,” Jason added under his breath.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Nothing. Continue.”

“So anyway, I told Damian it’s a foolproof plan.”

Dick rolled his eyes with a bit of doubt, but who was he to judge or discourage their creativity. I mean, he dropped out of college after all? “I’m not saying I believe it’s bulletproof, because frankly, nothing is. But I’m curious why you would consider telling Damian? I mean, he hates most things.”

“And Drake. I hate Drake.”

“We’re all very aware, Dami,” Dick drawled in annoyance. “But yeah, why would you tell him anything important to you? Especially that?”

“Well, we kinda needed a loan. I knew Bruce would undoubtedly say no and, well, Damian has money.”

“Because I make good business decisions.”

“I don’t know why I thought of asking you?”

“You didn’t, Jason told you to,” Stephanie confessed, recalling an earlier conversation.

“Jason, really?” Dick tsked.

“Hey, Damian does make good business decisions. Who do you think cleans and invests money? It’s certainly not Alfred.”

“Because Alfred would have nothing to do with your blood money, Jason. And Damian, I’m very disappointed in you!”

“Grayson, I don’t know what high horse you are riding on today, but you better come off it. Father told me if I wanted money, that I needed to earn it and that I should get a job. So I got one.”

“Laundering money for Red Hood’s criminal Enterprise is not a job!”

“Actually it is. Mighty Mouse made us an LLC and everything. I own several Wash & Folds, all legitimate! Thanks to Hell Spawn here! I’m actually considering making him a partner.”

“So will your LLC fund our YA Novels?”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Come on, Jay! We have a solid business plan,” Stephanie pleased.

“You’re business plan is a bunch of meaningless numbers written on the back of a napkin and poorly illustrated versions of us,” Damian said, holding up the napkin in question.

“Okay, so it’s not the final draft, but we’re working on it!” Tim said pointedly.

“Yeah, as tempting as this all sounds, I didn’t make my money making half baked business decisions,” Jason reasoned

“No, you made it by taking over Gotham’s drug trade,” Dick clarified with disapproval.

“Which was a solid business decision.”

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“I don’t know why I talk to any of you,” Damian scowled, arms crossed, grateful there was no shared genetics between him and his adoptive kin. “I don’t understand what father saw in any of you.

“I can’t answer that,” Jason replied. “However, I can tell you, from personal experience, what he saw in your mom.”

“Do you wanna die, Todd?”

“Do you wanna not have a job?” Jason wanted. “Also, been there done that. But hey, if I died twice then I’d have buffy status so don’t threaten me with a good time, kid.”

“On that note, I’m leaving,” Damian grimaced. “I have to meet Raven, anyway.”

“Oh,” Dick sang. “You have a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“Bet you wish it was a date,” Stephanie teased. “Y’know, if you just stopped acting like a dick all the time, I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Shut up, Brown.”

“Oh no,” Dick smiled. “I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s nice to Raven.”

“Hey keep that shit up,” Jason added. “If you’re nice to her, she’d be nice to you!”

“I hate all of you,” Damian proclaimed and stormed away.

“Fuck you too! See you at work Monday! Jason called, earning a tiger middle finger.

“He might be an asshole, but he’s a good kid,” Jason nodded with a sense of pride, causing to Dick to silently scoff. “Still needs to get laid though.”

“Bruce is gonna be so pissed when he finds out you pulled Dami into your bullshit.”

“You’re using Raven’s pet name for him now?” Jason mocked. “And fucker’s gonna have to prove it first; there’s a reason I hired ‘Dami’ for that job.”

“Dude, fuck you; dig your grave,” Dick lamented. “And don’t come at me with one of your tired ass death jokes, they’re getting old.”

“Suit yourself,” the Outlaw glowered as silence set in.

“So Dick,” Tim dared sheepishly. “You, um, wanna invest in--”

“Absolutely not,” the elder hero replied.

Leaving Jason to chuckle. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbled.”

If you enjoyed that feel free to leave me kudos 👉 here on Ao3 lol. If you have any remdom prompts send them my way; maybe I’ll feel inspired 😘

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 3 - Short Episode #4 “Secret of the Itou Brothers!?”

this short episode makes me think of my own brother lol. we went by different last names for a long time (our last name is hyphenated and we each used different parts of it)... so added with the fact that we really don’t look alike, everyone we introduced ourselves to as siblings resulted in someone being surprised.... and with the occasional person asking if one of us was adopted. To this day though, i’ve only had one person tell me that they didn’t find it odd that we were family since we were similar in our “demeanour.”

anyway, enjoy~!.

Secret of the Itou Brothers 原田・三木・伊东

itou:......Is what it means.  That is precisely why it is important for warriors to learn from the classics/history to know of what should be done in times of national crisis/when the country is in turmoil [reword later?]. 

Heisuke: Ye-Yeah. As expected of Itou-san. I didn't understand more than half of what you said though....

Hey, Sano-san?

Harada: zzz...

heisuke: Hey, Sano-san! Itou-san went through the hassle of explaining this stuff to us, so why are you sleeping right now!

Harada: Nn, nn? I’m awake... So, Kintaro defeated a bear, right?

Heisuke: We're not talking about Kintaro!. Listen to other people when they talk?

Miki: Wouldn't it have been better if you brought Nagakura over?

If it’s Harada, let alone half, he won’t understand of tenth of what is said. 

Harada: Ah? Are you trying to pick a fight/ asking for a fight/provoking me?

Miki: I’m not “trying” to do that, I am definitely doing that. 

Harada: You...! Don’t take back what you said/there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Heisuke: Sano-san, calm down! Private fights are punishable by seppuku!

Miki: That’s fine, isn’t it?/In that case it won't matter then. Harada already committed seppuku, right? I'm sure it won't matter if he does it again.

Itou: Saburou, please /please stop! Really...! Why is this child's mouth so poisonous/vicious.

Miki: Sorry, sorry. I can’t help but be honest. I just can't lie.

Itou: Truly... you’re hopeless. 

Heisuke: Speaking of which, Itou-san and Miki, you two don’t look alike, so are you really brothers?

Itou: Yes, that’s correct. We are often told that we don't look alike/we look different.

Harada: That must be a lie since your brother must have been picked up from under some bridge, right?  This jerk isn’t anything like Itou-san. 

Miki: Want me to tell you something?/Let me tell you something, there's no use in provoking someone without finding out/knowing what the other person's weakness is.

Well, there's no point in talking to someone with the mind/brain of a five year old kid since he wouldn’t understand it.

Itou: I told you to stop! Really... this child is so naughty!

heisuke: This goes beyond the scope of being naughty...

But, if you're brothers, why are your last names/surnames different?

Itou: Saburou and I were originally born to the Suzuki family/Domain/-han in the Hitachi Province.

After I arrived in Edo/When I arrived in Edo, I eventually decided to inherit the Hokushin Ittō-ryū dojo , and was later adopted into the Itou family.

Heisuke: Huh? What about Miki? I didn't hear Miki's surname being mentioned. Was he adopted by a different family?

Itou:  That’s right――Saburou was supposed to inherit the Suzuki family. However, this child was not good with drinking and had enemies everywhere. 　　　　

They couldn’t let a bad child/A bad child wouldn’t be permitted to inherit the family, so he was kicked/cast out. He wasn't even allowed to use/claim the Suzuki name.

Heisuke: So that’s how it is/There was such matters...

Itou: Our relatives have said that a lot too/have even said that. Even though we’re brothers, we’re very different. 

Heisuke: The so-called wise elder brother and the stupid younger brother?

miki: Hoh? Toudou, what did you just say? I'm a stupid younger brother? You better prepare yourself. 

Heisuke: No, don't get angry! I just said what I was thinking.

Itou: But you’ve been much better lately, and have been a very good child/have become a very good child, right?

Miki:...Well, in comparison to how I used to be.

Itou: You were always getting into trouble, and wasn’t I the one always dealing with the aftermath?

Miki: I know. I haven't forgotten.

Itou: You're a very righteous person, and won't forget what./about the favours you've received. So after this, you'll be repaying the Shinsengumi's kindness with me later, right?

Miki:...Ah, I know.

Heisuke:...Hey Sano-san. Although Miki-san has a sharp tongue, he can't lift his head up in front of Itou-san at all.

Harada: It seems that way/so...

End