Pac: I don't know what to say- Bagi, I'm so sorry. It's not your fault, you know? We can revenge, you know? We can make a revenge.
Fit: Yeah. We'll make them pay.
Bagi: I will destroy this place, Pac. I will go back to the fcking Purgatory. I'm going to kill all of them. All of them.
Pac: I know, I know how you feel. I know words don't help much, but - We got your back, you know? [...] We're gonna revenge Empanada. We gonna make them pay.
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Pac: I don't know what to say- Bagi, I'm so sorry. It's not your fault, you know? If we- if you wanna- we can make- we can revenge, you know? We can make a revenge.
Fit: Yeah. We'll make them pay.
Bagi: I will destroy this place, Pac. I will go back to the fcking Purgatory. I'm going to kill all of them. All of them.
Pac: I know, I know- I know how you f- like, how you feel. I know words don't help much, but - We got your back, you know?
[Ramon hugs Bagi]
Pac: Yeah, a hug.
Bagi: Thank you, Ramon.
Pac: Everything's gonna be okay.
Fit: Yeah, we're in this together.
Pac: Yeah.
Bagi: I'm going to find the fcking Luffy.
Pac: How can we find him?
Bagi: We can, Pac. We can. I found him once, I will find him twice.
Pac: I'm sure you're going to find it.
Ramon: and we'll help u
Pac: Yeah. Exactly, Ramon. Anything you need.
Bagi: Thank you. [Sighs] Dammit. You know, I- I hope Cellbit is still in Purgatory and is killing all of those fckers. All of them.
Pac: No, yeah, me too... If he was here, he would- well, you know... He would also help.
Bagi: I actually hope Cellbit is still a cannibal to eat all of those fckers after killing them.
Pac: I hope too, you know, and he's probably still -
Bagi: God dammit!
Fit: Mhmm.
Pac: Yeah, no, he- We gonna- we're gonna revenge Empanada. We gonna make them pay.
It's kinda shocking to me how few people seem to know how prevalent the 'my great grandmother was cherokee' myth is and how it's almost never actually true, especially when it comes with things like 'never signed up' or 'fell off the trail' or 'courthouse burned down destorying the documentation' etc etc.
People just don't even seem to know the history like.. when the Trail happened. My great great great grandfather was 2 years old during Removal in 1838, so peoples 'my great grandmother hid in the mountains!' is so clearly wrong. And we have rolls. From before and after removal, rolls done by cherokee nation and others by the government, rolls that were not stored in one random flammable courthouse. It's not difficult to find the actual evidence of ancestry.
And just.. there are lots of ways those family stories get started. It was a practice during the confederacy to claim cherokee ancestry to show one's family had 'deep roots in the south' that they were there before the cherokee were removed. Many people pretended to be cherokee and applied for the Guion-Miller payout just to try to steal money meant for cherokees - 2/3rds of the applicants were denied for having 0 proof of actual cherokee ancestry. [We even see lawyers advertising signing up for the Miller roll just to try to get free money.] And the myth even started in some families in the cherokee land lotteries, where the land stolen from us was raffled off, including the house and everything that was left behind when the cherokees were removed. We have seen people whose families just take these things stolen from the cherokee family and adopt them into their own family story, saying that they were cherokee themselves.
If you had some family story about being cherokee and you wanna have proof one way or the other, check out this Facebook group run by expert cherokee genealogists that do research for free. Just please read the rules fully and respect the researchers. They run thousands of people's ancestries a year and their average is only around 0.7% of lines they run actually end up having true cherokee ancestry.
i'm actually lowkey sooo curious if we ever get confirmation if charles or matthew is clary's direct ancestor. you'd think it's matthew because he's like, actually attracted to women, but then there's charles' red hair, and i kind of wouldn't put it beyond him to put himself back into the closet and have some comphet babies to save his career (but at the same time that's something i can't see cc ever writing because she's an ally like that #slay). i guess we will find out in matthew's novella. maybe
just thinking about thranduil and how he categorises his life and how the events of his life affects the way he rules his kingdom…. how so much of his development was defined by huge cataclysmic tragedies… thinking about how his youth is defined as before Doriath and his adulthood is defined as After Doriath… how when he became a prince he probably held on to his more idealistic beliefs only to be sternly reminded of the fickleness of life during war….. how the entire kingdom of the woodland realm probably has a Before Dagorlad and an After. how could you not after losing your king and the majority of your people? it is incredibly telling how these events of Thranduil’s past has affected his rule and everything about him down to his parenting. he understands he’s alone. that’s tragic. but he also understands his kingdom is alone. he’s a lonely king. there's no one higher than him, no one to seek advice from. he understands he is the final defender of a kingdom and he is fighting an inherited war, he has first hand witnessed the tragedies of this war and has been directly critically affected by it, he is just as much a victim of Sauron as his people. his nobility offers him zero protection, at any point he could lose everything, and yet he remains empathetic. he remains kind. he remains generous. he obviously sees the worth in fighting, he refuses to give up fully. he is (reasonably!) incredibly cautious which some call him an isolationist or consider him fickle for, during events like his refusal of gandalf’s invitation to the White Council but it becomes incredibly clear why he is like this when it’s put into context of his past. he has trusted allies before, he has seen what has happened. to join an organisation full of ring bearer’s as the sole leader of a nation with no ring to protect his people is almost an insult. they would not and do not understand what it takes to lead in that situation. Thranduil and all of his people are living in the after of the war of the last alliance. why would they join another? Thranduil has put his people first. He recognises that they themselves are the only ones who understand just how at risk they are. and yet with all of this in mind it should noted that he allies himself with men (who historically have experienced and understand the dangerous climate of their respective nations) and creates trade routes with them to provide for his people and also provides aid to them. and it is noted in the text that Legolas has been raised incredibly happily, and he is well-adjusted. throughout fighting a seemingly losing war thranduil found it implicitly important to raise his son with joy and hope. i like to believe he understands the importance of childhood whimsy and enchantment and worked to instill and maintain his child’s innocence. he raised his son as trauma-free as he could (saying this bc we do not know if his mother is dead or sailed or not but either way to be without the mother is traumatic but besides that Legolas appears to be generally mentally healthy). despite knowing first hand just how cruel and painful life is he did not feel the need to raise his child to be prepared and worried about very real threats. rather he raised his child happily, and simply worked to give his son the skills he needed to survive and to defend himself. usually military father's who have expreienced a great deal of trauma and haven't processed it correctly tend to succumb to the urge to raise their children to understand the cruelty of the world, and loathe their children for their innocence. i think that in thranduil not doing this with legolas, we can infer that he has taken time to healthily process his experiences. I believe that Thranduil is an incredibly important figure in the Lord of the Rings because he is truly an incredible example of someone who learns from their mistakes, learns from tradegy, who learns from life. i think that Thranduil never wanted to be a King, it is a responsibility that fell into his lap unwillingly and that is why he is a successful and well-loved ruler.
As someone who read the books and is only barely into the tv fandom, scrolling through and seeing people's reactions to the AMC Interview With The Vampire is wildly entertaining
I have been debating with myself for awhile now whether to keep a dragon I bought solely to breed for a scry project and have finally decided to keep the beautiful bastard, SportsDrink
I have dressed him up as a steampunk era diver. He's a scrap collector, scavenging the sea floor for sellable metal and equipment.
Me, 5 days ago: I'm just gonna go over my outline again, I feel like I'm getting stuck.
Me, today, exhausted and covered in blood: So I restructured the entire plot and changed the timeline and half of the conflict. Also it's a trilogy now.
(Guess who is now actively working on a rework of ASE... this guy.)
Name: Thalia Sullivan
Aliases: T, Sully, Tilly
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: aromantic asexual
Eye color: purple
Height: 5'8" / 172cm
Place of birth: Carson City, NV
Date of birth: June 8th, 2049
Date of death: August 19th, 2076
Role: 2076 - nomad | 2077 - [REDACTED]
“Christ you’re beautiful,” someone groans softly in his ear and he takes it, because he needs it, let’s it settle deep in his bones, let’s his parched soul drink it, and thinks at least I’m beautiful.
Someone reaches out, presses fingertips to his mottled chest, “it’s actually quite beautiful,” they whisper as they trace the ghosts of Neil’s fists. Pain blooms at the pressure but he doesn’t release the stop that’s cloying in his throat, he just takes a shaky breath and thinks at least I’m still beautiful.
Eyes track him constantly, he can feel the weight of them as he moves, can sometimes, when he’s close enough, hear their comments “have you ever seen someone so beautiful? Can you imagine what he’s like in…,” he’s seventeen, they’re at least double his age but he just smiles and thinks at least they think I’m beautiful.
…
He’d thought he was something else once too. Good maybe, talented maybe. Remembers the cheers as he’d passed home base but then he remembers his father’s face.
“Not good enough.”
Those few words had hit him in the gut, ripped a hole in the high and brought him crashing to earth.
His mother had held him, rocked him as tears trailed his cheeks, “Oh baby, you’re even beautiful when you cry” she’d smiled, she’s so wonderful he’d thought, it can’t be a lie at least I’m still beautiful when I cry.
Except maybe it was because right now his back is against a wall, tears streaking his cheeks, and he doesn’t feel beautiful at all.
Neil’s fists paint him purple and blue, his ring ripping skin, as his mouth spits poison.
“Ugly fuckin faggot,”
“Good for nothing freak,”
Poison that sinks into those open wounds, seeps into his blood, burns his already bleeding heart.
…
Later, when he’s finally alone he stares at his broken face in the mirror.
His split lip, his swollen eye, his bleeding nose, he finds he can’t look for long.
So he smiles a bloody smile raises a fist and pretends he’s his father, breaks the image, breaks his face.
Blood drips from his fingertips as he stares at himself in the splintered glass.
Ugly is all he thinks.
Inspo from a post by @ickypuppi3 and @imsodishy addition to it.
i was tagged by both @not-rome and @groundbreakingdot872 (hello remus hello joan :D)
Post the last sentence from your WIP or wherever you left off in your art. Then tag as many people as there are words in your sentence. Don’t reblog, make a new post.
I wonder, Arthur thought privately, as they continued to the grotto, what she would have said about you.
i don’t really have any to tag (the two people i would have tagged me >_>) but if you see this and want to do it you have my permission to say that i tagged you!