Look I just want there to be a moment in the fight against Gortash where durge is about to strike the final blow. Then their eyes meet Gortash's for the briefest of moments. His eyes aren't filled with hate or even anger. No, he just looks up at them with this melancholic longing in his last moments. This fleeting-look becomes more paralyzing then any spell or poison ever could be. Durge in that moment freezes. Maybe their dagger stays suspended right above his throat, refusing to move closer to its target. Maybe a spell fizzles out of durge's already bloodied hands. Their mind can't give an explanation for why they freeze. They know all the horrors he's unleashed on the city, on their friends. Yet, there they are, utterly frozen, from only a glance. Bonus points, if the moment durge can actually manage to move, they act on autopilot, taking a critical blow from Karlach that was intended to end the tyrannt.
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hey! as the first season of connor bedard gets underway i, your local indigenous hockey fan, have a request of you: please don't let this kid's sure to be marvellous and jaw-dropping rookie season make you complacent with the racism of the blackhawks as an organization. it is beyond heinous that they were able to secure the first overall pick this year for a number of reasons i'm sure we're all familiar with, but i am pleading with the hockey community not to let the racism of this org fall through the cracks.
they drafted connor bedard and handed him a jersey with a giant racist caricature on the front. their mascot is named tommy hawk. they continuously fail to curtail their fans' egregious displays of anti-indigenous racism at games.
i'm not going to ask anyone not to post about bedard. i know he's huge news and i'm bummed as all hell that i won't be able to enjoy the beginning of what is sure to be an incredible career myself. but i am asking, given that his presence on the team is likely to increase the prevalence of people making and reblogging posts about the blackhawks, that you please care, loudly and actively, about the racism of this organization and how much it hurts indigenous fans to see that go unquestioned so often.
consider mentioning it in posts. consider amplifying the voices of indigenous fans and community members about the issues of these types of sports organizations. consider reading up on the history of the person they claim to 'honour' with their hideous effigy of a logo. consider censoring the logo in your posts if you are able to (please do this if you are able to). consider tagging posts so that indigenous fans are at the very least able to blacklist that team and not have to see it.
above all, please just. don't forget about it. don't forget about us. we belong here too.
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Have y'all heard of this really cool and obscure cartoon aired on MTV called Wokesona that got cancelled in the early 00s because of that one episode where everyone summons demon using guns and the satanic panic crowd finds out about it?? Good times
Anyway other versions undercut :3
Anyway hhh I've been overwhelmed by nostalgia lately (i just watched mtv downtown and oh god poetic cinema) and I just want to make them look grungy here and also I want them to wear silly and fire outfit hhh shoutout to @gaki-jakku for the road dog tshirt lol 😆
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growing up is so dreadful
life here is a race but i stay loitering at the starting line
oh id rather be asleep anyway
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A gets caught in the rain the way home. B, who's been watching to see when A gets home, opens the door and ushers them inside with a flurry of affectionate fussing. they put a blanket around A's shoulders and listen for the “thank you, sweetheart” that A usually never forgets when B does them a favor. it doesn't come, and B is a little worried and maybe a tad crestfallen that their fussing doesn't seem wanted.
“does that feel okay?” B asks quietly.
“huh....... hhUH’szchew!”
A bends at the waist with a heavy sneeze, rainwater falling from their hair. they scrub their nose a little bashfully as they straighten.
“‘scuse me,” they say in a hoarse voice. they meet B's eyes.
“the blanket feels wonderful,” they say. “thank you, sweetheart. i didn't mean to ignore you; i just had to get that tickle out.”
ah, so that's what was keeping A from their usual sweet gratitude. B gives a tender and relieved smile and draws the blanket closer around their love's shivering shoulders.
“that's okay, honey,” they say gently. “you're welcome. bless you.”
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atla crack au where zuko and azula burn the palace down as kids (like 12 and 10, respectively, pre-banishment but post-grandpacide), run away to avoid consequences, and somehow end up "discreetly" living in the abandoned fire nation ship in the south pole ("discreetly" is a word which here means "all the adults know they're there bc they have massive arguments every other day, and when hakoda's nearby he "drops" things that might be useful")
ozai ends up blaming the palace fire on iroh and banishes him. he must capture the children to regain his honor (translator's note: this is adult speak for "get their asses back here so i can ground them for the rest of their lives")
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At some point, you have to concede that the abuse wasn't your fault - that there was no action you could have taken to have prevented it, and that it wasn't your fault.
I used to try finding the magic things that would stop the abuse - gifts, kind words, tears, smiles, pretending I didn't exist - and that was because I first and foremost saw the abuse as my fault. It was my responsibility to end the abuse, otherwise, I am somehow proving to the skies above that this is what I wanted from life. I've noticed that for some people, this is a common impulse. It's the victim-blaming internalized and molded in such a way that feels true, and it's hard sometimes to notice it.
What I want to do is, at the very least, remind you (if this resonates) that it isn't your fault. But you don't need to blame yourself for this, either, because you never deserved this in the first place. This isn't "atonement," this isn't right, this isn't cosmic justice. I can't tell you how to leave this situation, but I will say that you deserve to know that you don't deserve this, that you aren't an irredeemable monster who is being punished, as I've seen some people (including myself) believing about our abuse.
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