#i hate the world but i have faith in humanity again and that is a big fuckin something <3

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Cole Conversations

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Cassandra [1]

Blackwall [2]

Iron Bull [3]

Dorian [4]

Solas [5]

Vivienne [6]

Varric [7]

Sera [8]

Leliana [9]

Josephine [10]

Cullen [11]

1 - Cassandra

Romanced Cole: Petals fall open as lips shape words that rhyme. Candlelight softens the edges.

Cassandra’s personal quest incomplete Cole: Stomach full of mantras, she burns like a beacon, Faith a flame to bring succor for a Seeker.

Cassandra’s personal quest complete Cole: Faith seeks a friend in Compassion, cautious, careful, too much grey but growing.

2 - Blackwall

Romanced He feels naked without the name on the armor, but now he knows you want him naked.

Blackwall’s personal quest incomplete An old name burns inside armor that shouldn't fit, lit by faces of the children he couldn't save.

Blackwall’s personal quest complete The name breaks free, pulls the pain with it. A black wall to shield the self when the sky is rainier.

3 - Iron Bull

Romanced Tied, but tenderly, loving in the letters of a word that would stop it, knots in satin scarves.

Personal quest active “The,” a joke. He laughs to himself, imagining herds of cattle in fields of iron, but now he worries it fits.

Personal quest complete, made Tal-Vashoth Salt-spray smell of Seheron. Lost in smoke from a burning ship. Guilt at not feeling guiltier.

Personal quest complete, sacrificed the Chargers Copper on the lips. Dalish lies dead-eyed beside me. He'll come, he'll call, he won't leave us. Horns pointing up.

4 - Dorian

Romanced Glittering to gloss a hidden hurt. Unlearning not to hope for more. Stumbling steps where the wall used to be.

Giselle gave letter, have not met Dorian’s father Bright, like the fish that kill you if you eat them. Can't hate you for hiding if you burn so brilliantly.

After meeting Dorian’s father He tried to melt a snowflake because he liked waterfalls. Swallowing bile and pride as he sees his son defend himself.

5 - Solas

Cole’s personal quest complete Voice ringing with fullness from both worlds, guiding me to the shining places. He calls himself Pride.

High approval, other conditions unknown Old pain, shadows forgotten from dreams too real. This side is slow and heavy, but here is what can change.

Personal quest completed Wisdom knows enduring is pain. He hurts for her, another of many he couldn't save. He carries necessary deaths.

6 - Vivienne

Personal quest not started A breath-caught smile from the Enchanter as the candle lights. The walls are safe; she will never be hungry again.

Personal quest completed A cold flame blazes in a robe worth more than children. Protect her, and she consumes you, burning because she can.

7 - Varric

Cole’s personal quest complete Kid, says the stone. Kid, kidding. It would keep me kept with a name, but the cairn can't catch me.

Hawke lives, other conditions unknown He writes words that aren't real, but they are for him, in a quiet place whose stone shape shakes the ground.

Hawke left in the Fade The stone is cracked, split, jagged. The hawk would have been safe if it had stayed, but that isn't what hawks do.

8 - Sera

Romanced Fleet-footed and free, the arrow that caught the miller's sack, but no longer shot alone, aquiver in a quiver.

Cole more human Shite. He's wrong. Dead-eyed crazy, shite. I called him a 'him'. Is he alive, is everything alive, shite. I hate raisins.

Cole more spirit She hurts, but helping hurts more. She sees the strings that pull me, eyes like raisins in a stale cookie.

9 - Leliana

Leliana’s personal quest not started The Left Hand remembers a knife slipped to her in the darkness, and wonders why the flower blooms.

Leliana hardened The Left Hand is harder, faith fallen in folly. It makes the dreams worse, but sends them away faster.

Leliana softened The Left Hand blooms on the bush, remembering the light that shone in her darkness. She knows how to sing again.

10 - Josephine

Romanced Steel flashes, like at the top of the stairs, but this time she knows her voice and it ends with a kiss.

Josephine’s personal quest started She spins, plucking strings, matching wits and words, an admiral who will never send ships of her own.

Josephine’s personal quest complete Ships launch on changing winds. Dizzy sometimes, like the top of the stairs, but sometimes like dancing.

11 - Cullen

Romanced Safe and solid, protecting and proud. He feels like quiet, stronger when you hold him.

Personal quest incomplete, talked about lyrium He is quiet, behind the noise. The little bottle makes him shake, but he tests the chains.

Continued lyrium He sounds right again with the chains in place, but the music makes him sad.

Quit lyrium He sounds new, echoes of laughter on an empty riverbed. Not for sailing, but safer.

[teojira]

Really enjoyed your headcanons on Caeser and Proximus, do you mind doing the same with Noa?? 😊🙏

[Noa and day to day life with him!] [Headcanons!]

Summary: Noa takes you back with him to his home, and the clan accepts you as one of them. Even if you're concerned otherwise.

Word count: 1k (Jesus christ)

Warnings: None that I can think of! Can be read as Platonic or Romantic! You and Noa are attached to one another. (Yes, this is me projecting.)

A/N: Noa is so near and dear to me, I literally did not mean for this to be so long, and I STILL cut myself off. This is 1k words worth of headcanons for him, and it is not enough. I'm Noa's #1 fan, I am sorry to all my friends and family who have to hear me talk about him constantly.. Ask me for Noa anything, and I will give you the world.

Do me a favor and strap the fuck in for this it's alot.

I am so glad someone asked about Noa bc I got ALOT to say.

Noa has had it with humans, Mae put him, his clan, and countless others at risk, he should not trust humans, really he shouldn't, but he can't help it. She also betrayed you in the process, and now you're alone.

You agreed to help him and Mae against Proximus, you're the only one who actively goes up against Proximus as well.

Swinging and trying your best to try and get Proximus off of Noa, yelling and crying while the other apes just stare in fear. (Later on they apologize, but you don't hold it against them.)

It's a huge risk to invite a human with them again, but then he remembers Rakas words, Caesars words, and decides he can't told another's decisions over you.

So when he gently grabs your hand in his, looking down at you with a strained smile, blood seeping from his lips, you follow, back to his clans land.

Now on to the good stuff, it's kinda awkward finding your place among the eagle clan, the elders are gone, his father Koro is gone, there really is no guidance as to where to place you.

You drift mostly, either helping Dar or helping with the young ones, teaching them how to read and write, helping fish, farm, the basic tasks.

Dar loves you by the way, doting on you and making sure no one messes with you in a harmful way. She teaches you their customs and traditions, all the while playfully teasing you about Noa. She's a mom, she knows.

You're happy with your work, happy with your place among the clan. It's genuinely shocking how much they were willing to forgive and to not hold any grudges against humans after one ruined everything.

It helps that Noa takes accountability for you, somehow so trusting that you will not cause harm. His faith in you speaks volumes and you remind him everyday that it won't go to waste.

All he does is send you a sweet smile and ruffles your hair.

You find yourself helping Noa alot with crafting new tools and contraptions, being a second pair of eyes that can catch onto things he can't.

"Very smart." "Thank yo-" "For an Echo." and he does that stupid cute little sniff afterwards and it makes it tremendously hard to hit him.

He's such a little shit I fucking hate him.

You're his shadow when his duties permit, he's taken on a higher role of the clan, sometimes going out for days at a time but you're always at the edge of the Village waiting for his return, anxiously working your bottom lip until you see him in view.

You're both extremely attached to one another, Soona and Anaya become attached to you too, dragging you along in everyone's free time to go climbing, to eat, to hunt, just about any group outing has you as their fourth member.

Noa was worried about them accepting you, but they love you just as much as he does.

It makes his heart swell when he sees you and Soona together, giggling about something surely only you both understand while Anaya groans and complains about being left out.

It's like you've always been meant to be with them, to round out their group.

Soona and Anaya will offer to be the one to carry you this time, they do want to, genuinely, but Noa won't let them 99.9% of the time, He's used to your weight, he trusts that he can keep you safe the best. (Says the ape that literally almost died multiple times doing stupid shit)

"Noa worries too much, they will be fine." "Anaya is clumsy. Can't trust you to carry yourself, much less echo."

He tries not to carry you everywhere, but it is so much more convenient than waiting for you, so he scoops you up often enough that the stares don't bother you anymore.

Remember how in the movie, all the apes sleep together communally? Well you're at first extremely nervous about that, not wanting to ask what exactly are your accommodations because surely they don't want you there with them.

Actually, Noa does, so jot that down.

When you shyly move away, he raises his palm up at you, nodding to the space besides him.

When you don't move, he gently tugs you down, laying on his back and shutting his eyes. The clan hasn't really fully rebuilt and started to gather things needed for shawls and coverings, so it's not strange to him that you cuddle up to him to steal his warmth, peeking an eye open to see your face squished into his side, knocked out.

He wraps an arm around you, incasing you in more warmth.

This is a nightly routine until you finally take it upon yourself to throw yourself on him, he chokes out a breath as you make yourself comfortable.

Soona and Anaya usually join in, he cannot fucking breathe but he's so happy that it outweighs it.

When Mae inevitably shows back up, she sees you out in the distance, you look so genuine happy, so at peace with where you are. You even have some eagle feathers in your hair, integrated into their life that it shocks her.

It's enough to make her put the gun away, grasping at Rakas necklace like a lifeline, sucking in a deep breath to stop her from crying.

Maybe apes and humans can live at peace with one another after all. She hopes you prove her wrong.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

[writingwithcolor]

Author with cultural disconnect: How do I write without making it seem as if I hate my own heritage?

Anonymous asked:

I’m a white-passing Asian author, and I’ve never felt all that connected with my heritage. My current story centers on a fairy (re: fantasy-world POC) child and ends with her realizing that her parents are toxic af and her human best friend’s family takes her in. This is the perfect opportunity to sort through my own issues with my heritage and finally convince my monkey-brain that it’s okay to not know how to cook Vietnamese food or celebrate tet or speak Vietnamese… But I also realize that if I’m not careful, this could easily slip into “Hey, I hate my heritage and so should you!” So how can I stop that from happening?

Writing for yourself first, not an audience

I ask you a simple question: why put pressure on yourself to have any sort of non-offensive messaging for a story that hasn’t been drafted yet and is to convince your monkey brain it’s okay to exist as yourself?

That seems like the fastest way to stop the story from being actually cathartic and instead a performance art piece when you already feel hung up on performing as “properly” part of your culture.

As I said in Working Through Identity Issues and Other Pitfalls of Representation, not all stories you write need to be for public consumption. Especially stories you’re using for your own self-processing and therapy, because you’re trying to get a cathartic moment that is rewriting your own story.

At what point does the public need to be involved in that?

I do understand the compulsion to want to post—I have definitely posted some Questionable™ material in my drive to get validation for feeling the way I do, wanting people to witness me and say “same.” It’s a powerful urge. Sometimes it’s worked, but most of the time it’s just made me feel horrifically exposed.

But you really do not have to post in public to get any sort of validation. Set up a groupchat with friends if you want the cheerleading and witnessing—people who will know your story and give you good-faith interpretations and won’t accuse you of anything. Honestly I’d suggest setting up this groupchat anyway; as someone who just got one again after quite a few years without it, my productivity has skyrocketed from being around supportive people.

Let the monkey brain have its monkey brain moment and shut off the concept the story is for the public. Shut off the concept of performing for an unknown audience. It’s for you. Be authentic, no matter how bad it would look to outsiders. They’re not reading it. Part of getting catharsis, sometimes, is being the worst version of yourself, somewhere nobody else can see it.

Deciding to publish the work

If, after you do write it, you find that you actually do want to polish it up and put it somewhere… edit it. Rewrite it entirely if that’s what it takes. Take the story through the same drafting process every story needs to go through, ripping out the unfortunate implications as you go.

Editing can be its own form of healing, as you try to figure out what this character would need to not be hateful. As you realize, once this longform journal entry is out of your head, what was bothering you now that you can see it pinned down on a page. But you absolutely do not need to write with the intention of editing in that healing. When I’ve tried, it’s fallen flat.

The healing will come from being yourself, no public involved, and writing about your feelings in their rawest form. Anything else is extra.

There’s no point in trying to put guard rails on the drafting process, not for a deeply personal piece. And by the time that drafting process is done, you’ll likely have specific scenarios and contexts that you can ask about, and you might even have ideas on how to fix it yourself once the story has a shape to it.

This is 100% a situation where there’s no real sense in idea workshopping something in the plotting stage. You’re doing something for you. Decide if it’s for public consumption later (while acknowledging “no” is a perfectly valid answer), and only figure out how to make the story not overtly harmful if you decide to put it out into the public.

~ Leigh

[dalliancekay]

AFTER

After Crowley slowly drives off, looking heartbroken and lost deep in thought.

After Aziraphale walks into the lift, contemplative and sombre.

I don't think Crowley goes off on a binge drinking session or a hundred. I don't think he goes looking for someone new. I don't think he sleeps until whatever happens next, happens.

I don't think Metatron will succeed in keeping Aziraphale under his thumb as he envisioned. Unless he does something drastic and awful to him (locks him away, erases his memory that kind of thing), Aziraphale will find a way around rules. As he's always done.

And Crowley back on Earth is thinking about what he's learned in Heaven, that he had no time to tell his beloved. He will think about the way Gabriel, who he still hates with his whole being, said no to another Armageddon and was going to be punished for it. He will think about how Aziraphale was willing to try everything to save the world the first time, up to killing a child in the end. And the danger he's in now. Because he will try the same thing again for sure.

Aziraphale wasn't in Heaven for 6000 years, but it didn't change much in the meantime. He still can't stand it, but he also knows it holds prisoners; millions of lonely, overworked angels who never had the chance to learn how to question anything.

Crowley will do things. He's good at doing things after the first shock of a crisis. Just jumping in and trying something. He might go speak to the only other nice angel he knows. He might have questions. He hasn't been in Heaven in a long time. Where is God he asks. When was the last time anyone seen Her. Did anyone get any messages directly from Her since Jesus died on Earth? Aziraphale will find ways to speak to angels no one spoke to for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. He will be kind, gentle and curious and he will answer questions about Earth with a farewell look in his eyes and the angels will beg him to show it to them sometime and the Supreme Archangel will promise to try. Crowley will think back to the tentative talks they had in the last few years about what is most likely to happen. To them. To the Earth. To Heaven. To Hell. When.

Aziraphale will touch his lips and miss his home intensely, vowing to himself to find a way to save it. Again and again. To save his beloved, even if he'd never take him back (but he has hope) to save what matters. And what matters is to be free. To have a choice.

Crowley will think about Aziraphale, hugging the soft grey cardigan to himself, hoping his angel will find a way to break from Heaven. To snap the chains that hold them in the unforgiving system they exist in. And he knows Aziraphale will. Because he has faith. He is mad, but not at his angel. His angel is the only one he can trust. He will wait.

Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate and Crowley, The Serpent of Eden, who lead humanity to question rules and choose the option to know; understand that nothing is perfect. It never was and never can be. And they want to keep it that way.

After pt. 2

[loveswrites]

hi love, I don't know exactly if you write reactions, I thought I would found something like this on tumblr but I didn't so i'd like to request a reaction of the vampires (in general, not just the Cullen's if it's ok, of course) to reader being their blood singers, like how would they deal with it and stuff (don't need to be poly if you don't want to)

thanks lovely <3

Head Cannon Cullens x Reader X Volturi Reacting to you being there blood singer.

Hi love, I hope this was kind what you were talking about. I've never done one like this before but I think this is what you meant. I hope you like it. I didn't get around to doing everyone but let me know if you would like me too.

Love <3

Word count: 871

Edward

~ Avoids you constantly until his curiosity gets the best of him. Always quoting Curiosity kills the cat. It’s like he forgot he himself was the cat. Yearns to be with you 24/7 but also aches to be away from you 25/8. The fact that he can’t seem to stay away from you kills him inside. The fact that he might be the one to lead you to your death kills him even more. Can’t help but to love you up close instead of afar. If he went more than a week without your scent he loses focus that he can’t regain. 

“Edward.”

“Edward!” Emmett yelled, snapping Edward out of his lovesick high.

“What?” Edward frowned, eyes still unfocused. 

“He’s doing it again!” Emmett yelled, shaking his head.

Jasper

~ Jasper would have the hardest time out of all of them. Jasper being scared of hurting you would over shine his love for you. But the fact that he’s even trying to have this much restraint when it comes to you shows how deep his love goes. He wouldn’t trust himself to be alone with you for more than two minutes. So count on spending constant time together with him, Edward and or Alice. 

“Come closer Jasper, Please I trust you.” You pleaded.

“I can’t.. I really wish I could But.. I’m just not strong enough.” Jasper stood in a corner with his eyes closed tightly. 

You sighed in slight disappointment. 

“I’m truly sorry, darling.” He spoke softly.

Alice

~ Alice would be one who can handle it as long as your blood stays in your veins. The moment it’s reached the oxygen of the outer world she gets upset at herself for her personal faith being so weak. Even though she’s seen that she never hurts you in the future she wonders if it’s her constant worry that keeps you safe from her nature. 

“You told me you wanted to take me shopping today.” You smiled at Alice. 

“I’m sorry but today won’t be a good day we’re going camping today. It was late notice.” Alice responded upset that she doesn’t know how strong she is when it comes to you. 

Carlisle

~ Carlisle though your blood, your scent is more tempting. He wouldn’t have much trouble with it. In fact your scent would be calming to him at the end of the day. After a long day at the hospital surrounded by so many scents of others yours is the only one he couldn’t wait to smell all day. 

“I missed you today.” He said smiling as you kissed his lips softly.

“Long day at work?” You smiled back.

He silently nodded softly stroking your hair. The simple act of love was like it made your scent smell sweeter. He was in love. 

Rose

~ She hates you at first. She takes pride in the fact that she’s never had one drop of human blood. And then here you come like you were made to be her number one temptation. And she hates you for that. She doesn’t talk to you. She doesn’t look at you. She stays ten feet away at all times. You and Alice became friends so the fact that you're sitting in her house. On her couch. Making the house smell like nothing but temptation from the devil himself she hates. She feels like Edward, which she also hates.

“Hey Rose!” You yelled trying to catch up with her. She brushed past you when you got up to greet her. 

“Rose?!” You yelled once again. Slowing down you frowned. 

Why doesn’t she like you?

Caius

~ You would have to build a very strong connection with Caius for him to even care to keep you alive. Once he smelt your scent he wanted nothing more than to drain you dry and watch your body go limp. In fact he got a thrill out of the thought. But he thought blood singers only come once in a lifetime and to kill you now would be a waste. Especially since in his lifetimes of living he’s never smelt a scent like yours. As your connection grew because your life literally depended on it he thought Maybe I’ll just have a sip every now and then.

“I love this painting.. What does it mean?” You asked, hands gliding against the moist paint. 

“It represents the desperation of death.” Caius spoke, wrapping his arms around your waist hiding his face in your neck hovering his fangs over the very line of your life.

Jane

~ Jane she wouldn’t know what to do with this information. Does she just kill you and get it over with or does she play with her temptations? She’d keep you around But when upset she can be very hostile and her actions may be unforgivable so keep your distance when you hear she’s had a bad day.

“Jane I saw this beautiful hair pin that I think would-”

“If I just suck you dry do you think you’d still be able to talk this much?” She spoke glaring at you with her piercing red eyes.

Once no answer came from you as you stood there with wide eyes she simply walked away from you.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

okay let's get them hard truths out in the open following episode 6, bearing in mind that i am in the UK and am therefore chronically sleep-deprived, and have watched the Feral Domestic™ maybe only like oh 7 times:

crowley is as much at fault as aziraphale. they are both as bad as each other. their own individual idiosyncrasies are literally the other's emotional downfall and if im honest im not entirely sure there's any way they can adequately move past it.

waxed on and on and on about it, but aziraphale's issue is not that he has any allegiance to heaven. he doesn't at all, and that is obvious in his initial reaction to the metatron, in that he essentially says that he knows his place and it is not Up Above. it is right there in the bookshop, and with crowley (even if he didn't consciously think it that explicitly at the time). he doesn't want any part of the heaven that it currently is, he has had enough and is tired of trying to be the angel that hides who he is and what he wants from his existence. that much is very much clear.

but the mantra throughout most of life is to be the change you want to see in the world. look at the major societal issues that are happening in the world today; people are rising up and fighting for what is right, and what they believe in, and wanting to make changes. now look at this opportunity that aziraphale has been given. regardless of the questionable motive of the metatron offering it to him; if you were in his position, could you say you'd find it easy to refuse that?

the issue here with aziraphale is that he (again, ill harp on about it until the cows come home) thinks that crowley - this demon that isn't a good demon because he is good and kind and gentle - would want to have his place in making that change happen; be by aziraphale's side whilst they create the world and heaven that is different from the largely shit one they've always known, hated, and feared. this is where the Pedestal comes in; like i said before, aziraphale has now been confronted with the fact that this demon, his best friend and love of his life, is acting in the way he's always acted but that aziraphale refuses to acknowledge... because to acknowledge crowley's shortcomings (which ill discuss in a sec) would be to question aziraphale's faith in him, and mean falling from the pedestal that has been aziraphale's status quo for the last few thousand years at minimum.

edit: this also needed adding because it touches on aziraphale's tendency to hold himself superior to crowley, which he also does in the Domestic scene.

crowley's issue is twofold. one, he cannot move on from the fall. second, that he is sometimes a manipulative and childish shit. the first is obvious, and his recent experiences with heaven have only compounded this (ie his conversation with gabriel/goob, where he lays into him about gabriel's part in the cruelty shown towards aziraphale to the point he almost makes goob kill/injure himself). crowley can also however be incredibly cruel borne out of his own pain. there were major hints in s2 that not only did crowley fall (no matter what the metatron says, im still not convinced he fell for only asking questions) but he fell from a great sodding height that in his mind should have made him untouchable. my thoughts on morality in heaven have already been discussed, but that must have had a huge impact on crowley; it is no wonder that it's a sore point and he feels bitter, resentful, and angry.

in the above context, id want nothing to do with heaven either. but crowley doesn't communicate and im guessing that his feelings about the fall are a No Go area in terms of what he's shared with aziraphale... so for crowley to assume that aziraphale turned down the metatron is grossly unfair - how was aziraphale necessarily meant to know how deep his trauma (if we're applying human mental health constructs) runs? he isn't to know that at all - so it does track that aziraphale would think that crowley would want to help him make a difference so they don't have to keep getting involved in the toxicity that is the heaven/hell politico-moral dichotomy.

what also upset me about the Domestic was the kiss. i loved it for what it was in isolation and it was a long time coming, and a huge movement in the dance they constantly have with each other, but it was in essence manipulative. i realise crowley was on his last emotional straw and yes, perhaps the love and devotion got too much for him to contain... but he literally just stood there and heard aziraphale tell him that he wanted crowley and he wanted them to be together. there were no qualms at all that aziraphale loves him as much as he loves aziraphale. so, what was the kiss meant to prove?

to my mind, it was manipulation; specific, a temptation. whilst very romantic and 'sweep him off his feet with the violins playing', it was also non-consensual and unwarranted on crowley's part - to the point of being derogatory and redundant (lets be clear: not a criticism on Neil for adding the kiss, im purely talking about crowley as a character and his Choices here). there was nothing to prove, nothing that that kiss could have possibly convinced aziraphale to do. so the only thing that leaves, imo, is that it was a temptation. crowley does not typically use temptation in this way, or at least that's the impression ive had throughout s1 and s2, so he chooses now is the time? to tempt aziraphale into staying with him? of course he does!

he's desperate, but also childish and immature and completely ignorant of what aziraphale is actually saying to him. aziraphale never denied him; aziraphale wanted him in this opportunity exactly by his side as he always has been. but that didn't fit with what crowley wanted, so he tried to make aziraphale bend to his will. aziraphale says the fatal words "i forgive you", but if he has (as i suspect he has) realised that crowley was trying to manipulate him... well, id probably say something as damning to crowley as 'i forgive you' too.

when aziraphale said 'nothing last forever', i realise crowley took that to mean him and the life that they built together, but it obviously wasn't that at all. aziraphale is saying that they have eternity ahead of them, that he wants to spend it with crowley, whatever has to end around them (ahem the world? apocalypse from s1, anyone?). aziraphale demonstrated consistently throughout s2 that he is trying to give crowley his own agency where heaven/hell are concerned (paraphrased but: "I want you to help me but if you don't want to, you are free to leave"). crowley however seemed that he was constantly one foot out the door in case things got Too Much (which, you know - valid) but aziraphale really did his best to make crowley not only not feel suffocated but also that crowley was wanted. and for anyone that is a tough balancing act.

the two of them have had 6000+ years of Not Really Communicating. this is the detritus that remains when they don't, and it was absolutely needed in this season. for them to break apart and break in and of themselves. s3 needs to be where they learn more about themselves than each other, and stop believing that the other is infallible, because such thinking - worship, blind faith - only ends badly.

[crownmemes]

Sad Sentences, Vol. 6

(Sad sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How can I tell what's real and what's not?"

"Do you remember how many times you said you loved me?"

"It was my fault he got shot!"

"You said I could be whole, but how can that happen now?"

"Love is something I can never feel again."

"I'm so sorry for what I've become."

"I'll get better. I always get better."

"I had to do what I thought was right."

"We're all alone in the world. I have you, you have me. Only for a little while, I mean."

"It's not really letting go of the past that sticks with you. It's coming to terms with letting go of the future that'll never be."

"You get distracted by pain. It leaves less room for the things you don't want to think about."

"The world is divided into two parts - those who have friends, and those who are lonely."

"A man lost his life, and I took it. You don't want to know how that feels. You don't ever want to know how that feels."

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, and that should count for something, but it doesn't. It just doesn't."

"For me to be loved for the first time ever... You can't imagine what it's like."

"They say I'm the smartest man in the world, but the truth is I've often felt stupid at being unable to relate to anyone."

"The only difference between me and you is that I made some bad decisions, and you made some good ones."

"Relax. You can't see everything coming."

"I don't exactly know where I fit in."

"I have to tell you some news that's pretty bad..."

"Why are you doing this?"

"My life is just one big joke."

"I'm packing to leave, and I won't be coming back."

"You're the only human being in my entire life who ever gave me hope."

"You wouldn't want to spend your future on a man like me."

"I'm glad that you came into my life, even if it was only for a little while."

"If you put your faith in people, eventually they're going to break your heart."

"I'm tired of being afraid."

"Do you regret marrying me?"

"You can either have a life with me, or you can have a life with him. It can't be both."

"I thought we were going to grow old together..."

"What did I do that filled you with so much hate?"

"You're my only remaining link to the world."

"What value is money, or even life, without love?"

"You know, you don't have to keep humouring me like this."

"Hope can be a horrible thing."

"Some relationships aren't meant to happen."

"I was in love once."

"At some point, you'll need something more. You'll need someone who can give you something I can't."

"I hate feeling like a victim! I don't like it!"

[fairuzfan]

Hey! Ignore if you please but I'm genuinely curious how Muslim leftists are a thing as hierarchy and inequality are inherent in the religion. What is your personal views on it and what does faith mean to you if I may ask?

It's really disorienting for me seeing Muslims who've had pleasant experiences with Islam considering my own experiences have been horrid, having lived in Iran. I understand religion itself is amoral and can be used as a tool but when establishing Islamic law in society is a must in Islam and the abuse it brings about can be justified by the ayat and hadiths within it, isn't it fair to assume that The Purpose Of A System Is What It Does? Like are we ignoring the fact that Iran's supreme leader wants to conquer the whole region and create a single homogeneous Islamic state and his justification is the holy text.

Again I understand that personal faith is different from systematized religion. Tasawuf is pretty cool for example and only focuses on the spiritual connection of self and Allah, that's why I'd like to know your thoughts on it and how it works for you alongside your leftist beliefs.

Thanks 🙏

I'm not gonna lie, this is kind of a weird ask. I'm not Iranian and I can't speak on that but there are billions of Muslims around the world first of all and not all Muslims practice the same. Like, there are different sects of Islam. So to make overarching statements about things that are "inherent" go Islam like this is really odd?? I don't think it's true that inequality is inherent in Islam....

But establishing a single Islamic state is not a 100% must in Islam like how hajj and Salah are...? Like it's not a requirement for you to do as a Muslim. The only things you're absolutely required to do are things like Salah, Zakat, Hajj, etc and even those things have exceptions. The absolute requirement of Islam is to take the shahada and believe in it.

Even between Iran and Saudi Arabia (a government which I hate) there are pretty obvious differences. So like to make Iran the end all be all of what constitutes as a government that operates with Islamic law is kind of a weird assumption to make.

I don't really want to comment on this beyond what I said. It's not like any other government in the world is much better?? Seems odd to single Islam out with the rising Islamophobia that results in the ravaging of SWANA.

But if you're asking me personally why I'm muslim, it's because I grew up being taught that justice is a core principal of Islam. My parents always emphasized "always stand on the side of the oppressed" as something Muslims should do. The hadith that personally always stick with me as a guiding principal is:

Anas ibn Malik reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said, “Even if the Resurrection were established upon one of you while he has in his hand a sapling, let him plant it.”

And this ayah:

O believers! Stand firm for justice as witnesses for Allah even if it is against yourselves, your parents, or close relatives. Be they rich or poor, Allah is best to ensure their interests. So do not let your desires cause you to deviate ˹from justice˺. If you distort the testimony or refuse to give it, then ˹know that˺ Allah is certainly All-Aware of what you do.

And this ayah:

O humanity! Indeed, We created you from a male and a female, and made you into peoples and tribes so that you may ˹get to˺ know one another. Surely the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous among you. Allah is truly All-Knowing, All-Aware.

But yeah I always think back to these ayat and hadith when I need to.

[jimin-my-sunshine]

~ My letter to you both ~

You are by far, the strongest man that I know, Jimin and every single day- I am so much more proud to call you one of my other halves.

You're incredible, and regardless of what anyone says, I know there are people who see what is going on with you and they don't approve at all over how you are treated.

I believe that they will speak out when the time is right, because I have faith in the people who are your real fans.

They came through for you when you really needed it- back in November 2023, after it got announced you were leaving with Jungkook and they did more for you than HYBE.

They fought for you and spoke up for you in ways I have never seen.

There was so much hate surrounding you and it was quite easily the worst you have ever been through from a public standpoint- but they pushed through for you and it was so beautiful to see their support for you.

They are the people that hold you close and cherish you Jimin and I know they will come through for you again when the time comes.

That being said, Jungkook and Taehyung aren't terrible people, because you wouldn't care so much for them if they were- but they need to be more aware of themselves and take accountability for the things they do.

Loving them, doesn't mean you need to put up with their cruelty when the three of you are together, but you forgive them so easily- because this is the kind of man you are and they are so lucky to have you in their lives.

I know that they cherish you, because they are the one's you are the closest to, but at the end of the day- we need to forgive them for being only human and you do that so well.

I continue to learn from you even after all of these years, Jimin and I am honored to call myself one of your other halves.

You and Jungkook mean the world to me and I'm so glad that I have been blessed enough to be a part of your wonderful twin flame union.

I will wait for the day when you find me and we can begin again, where we left off back in that time.

I am here and I am waiting for you, because hiding in the shadows is no longer where I belong.

"You are me, and I am you..."

[hwangism143]

treat you better

synopsis: in which changbin gives you a pick me up, while making you realize your feelings along the way

pairing: non-idol!changbin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, platonic to something else (?)

warnings: mentions of eating, starvation, fatphobia, self-hate, fatshaming

word count: 1.1k words

requested by: @kayleefriedchicken

now playing: treat you better - shawn mendes

a/n: i'm open to writing a part two, if kaylee and the rest of u want me too!

"when you could be with me instead?"

Society's view of women was so fundamentally that it led women themselves to believe that they were fundamentally flawed.

The obsession this wretched society had with a women's appearance and the amount of hatred they displayed to a woman when she didn't fit the bill was enough to ruin somebody's faith in humanity. Maybe that's why you were so wary of people.

They thought their comments were passable, needed constructive criticism. Hell, they thought their words were encouraging. But in truth, every sentence felt like a deeper stab wound, pushing you to the brink of exhaustion in an effort to just be acceptable.

You rarely made friends. Each time you did, it just took a few weeks for them at most to say something along the lines of the way you look. The distaste, covertly disguised as concern, was so familiar to you that you instantly knew it.

It was the same situation you had to suffer through at the hands of your family for eighteen years.

And so, when you met Changbin for the first time, despite taking an instant liking to him, you kept him at an arm's length. You waited, waited for him to say something and anything about your weight, your face, you skin.

Why? Because Changbin was somebody who genuinely seemed to look past the way you appeared and having never felt that, you constantly thought he was taking advantage of you. But he never was. Over five years of friendship and he was still here, with you.

He took you to the gym and helped you get on top of losing any harmful weight. He introduced you to his friends, as kind to you as he was. (Except maybe Seungmin. Seungmin was a little shit.) But most of all, he was always there, a shoulder to cry on and an ear to talk off.

Whenever you felt like you were posing to be a bother to him, he replied with a quick, "You can always talk to me, I will always be here for you."

That was why you were currently sitting on his apartment sofa, your eyes red and puffy and his full of concern.

Once again, un fucking lucky you, was regarded based on looks, not merit. You were passed over for a promotion you had worked relentlessly a whole year towards in favor of a younger, prettier college fresher.

To make it even better, you had dinner with you loving family. Your mother prodded at you, forbidding you from eating anything more than a morsel which was unfit to fill the stomach of a baby. Your father joked around about how you looked less 'whale-like' from before, but still retained some of it's qualities. Only your sister gave you a reassuring smile, reaching over to squeeze your hand.

It was ironic. Your parents acted as if you invited yourself to dinner, as if it wasn't them begging for you to join them for just one meal.

You were spiraling again.

Maybe not eating would be better.

You weren't obese. You weren't even overweight. Just curvier than the beauty standards that accompanied most women these days. But the world was so fucking dystopian that people were ready to come at you like sharks to chum.

This world was so fucking dystopian that even you were quick to berate yourself.

It had taken a very, very long time for you to finally love the way you looked standing in a mirror. It had taken a long time for you to even face a mirror. And yet, you still poked at the skin the hung loosely on you, pinching yourself until you felt like crying.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

To say that Changbin was worried would be an understatement. He had seen you at your best and worst, and could say with his full chest that he preferred you at your best.

Watching you cry made it feel like his throat was drying up. Making you happy came as naturally as drinking water to him; so you not being happy had severe consequences. The repercussions were deadly, but then again, Changbin was spending a lot of time as of late with Hyunjin.

"My curves are in all the wrong places," you huffed, picking at your skin.

"I am of the humble opinion that wherever your curves are, those places instantly become the right places," Changbin retorted.

He handed you a bowl of ramen and gave you a glare that sent a resounding message of 'eat. or else you will be attacked by tickles.' You bit your lip nervously. Maybe not eating really, truly would help. But you knew that he damn well knew that family dinner meant you were coming home hungry.

Changbin looked at you, his eyes softening. "Everything will feel that's it's not okay but don't forget - you're not alone this time."

You give him a small smile. You would never be alone when you had Changbin. But you wouldn't be free from the demonic voices in your head either.

"I know, it's just-"

"Stop," Changbin interrupted you gruffly, "and eat. And let me speak."

He brought his face level to yours. "You, Y/N L/N, are beautiful. I am so sorry that you have never had anyone to say this to you, but it's true. You're so beautiful that quite frankly, the first time I met you, you took my breath away. So stop making yourself feel inferior because I care for you and I will always be here to tell you that you are an incredible woman."

He turned quickly, as if he had committed some forbidden act. You felt a blush creep up your cheek. The lined between 'just friends' and 'something more' blurred indefinitely. But that was a headache to deal with for another day.

"Changbin?" you said softly.

"Hm?" came his steady response.

"You're very beautiful too," you told him.

A smile slowly stretched across his face, his eyes still trained on the wall in front of you. You were entranced by the way his hair fell into soft curls and the way his eyes sparkled like stars were embedded into them.

You were so lost in his features that you didn't even notice Changbin reach for your ramen and take a bite, munching on it silently.

And so, two beautiful people sat on a couch. One, who slowly came to terms with how she really felt about the person next to her, the way his very presence lighting her up ignited flames that friends don't feel. And the other, who had been in love with her since the first time he saw her.

Changbin decided to ask you out on a date tomorrow.

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[lorillee]

kaiji is just such a fun mc for this series because like. very distinctly in the comic he is portrayed kind of like as the dregs of society insofar as you can get without being like morally depraved. hes a gambling addicted neet who has basically no aspirations in life nor motivation to do basically anything if he isnt actively beaten into it and like you can kind of just imagine the type of person he is, but somehow, inexplicably, even though hes more than happy to call hyodo and tonegawa and their ilk essentially demon spawn and a significant amount of the worst things that have happened to him are a result of him sticking his neck out for somebody else and hes been subjected to and witnessed some of the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he's got this completely unshakeable faith in people to do the right thing to choose to care to want to do good in a world that entices them in every single way to do the opposite because its such a core tenant of the person that he is. and like i said before this concept in and of itself is great but really really what sells it is that he actually hates himself for it he hates this part of himself so so much but every single time without fail, even right off the tail of getting thrown under the bus yet again by somebody he stuck his neck out for, even if the only solid evidence he has that people will, despite the terrible circumstances theyve been placed in, choose to do the right thing is himself because everybody around him has failed him, he still chooses kindness even if its for complete and utter strangers who dont even know his name

[waitimcomingtoo]

Part Of Your World ~ p.p

chapter two: kiss the girl

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The next night, as soon as the sun began to set, Peter snuck out to the ocean to see you. He had spent the day studying the travel log of Tony’s boat to see exactly where he had been thrown overboard the day before. With a little math, Peter was able to use the wind speed of the day before to figure out which way the waves would’ve been moving. He estimated how far the waves would’ve carried him and eventually estimated the coordinates of the rock he washed up on. It was a leap of faith, but he took it anyway. He swung as far out as he could and saw a flat rock that reminded me of the one he saw the day before. It was a little far, so he decided to jump. He landed hard on his side and winced as he rolled over.

“Ow. Owie. I definitely have nerve damage now. Ow.” Peter whined and rubbed his side. He jumped when he heard water splashing beside him and watched you emerge from below the water.

“You came back?” You asked with a surprised smile on your face. Peter forgot all about his pain and moved closer to you.

“I had to see you.” Peter said simply. “You’re stuck in my head. I’ve been thinking of you ever since we met. I spent all day trying to find out how to get back to you.”

“You did?” You sighed happily and rested your chin on your hand.

“I don’t have a lot going on.” Peter admitted.

“But how did you get back to the rock?”

“I swung. I’m sort of a superhero. No biggie.” Peter shrugged and checked to see if it impressed you.

“You’re one of those super humans? The ones that save the city?” You gasped.

“I might be.” Peter played coy.

“Like the Iron Man?” You asked in excitement.

“Even better. I’m Spiderman.”

“Who?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Okay. That hurt. You were my dream girl up until two seconds ago.”

“Sorry.” You laughed. “I don’t know much about the human world. I only learn about what’s above the surface if it falls into the water. I’ve seen the Iron Man flying above me a few times. He dropped a couple parts into the ocean once. I kept them for years and they still haven’t rusted.”

“Are you not apart of the human world?” Peter laughed in confusion.

“No. I wish to be. But I’m not.” You sighed and flicked your iridescent tail above the water. Peter jumped in surprise and suddenly, it all clicked for him.

“Oh shit. You’re a mermaid. How did I miss that?” Peter wondered, mostly to himself.

“I’m not sure.” You laughed and and hopped up on the rock to sit beside Peter.

It was the first time he had gotten a real look at you in the light. Your tail was shimmery like sequins and changed colors when Peter looked at it from different angles. It was an array of pink, purple, blue, and green that illuminated in the setting sunlight. Peter got a better look at the rings you had braided into your hair. On top, you had two starfish covering you for modestly. Peter thought all of you was beautiful, but he could not take his eyes off your tail. The way it blended into your torso seamlessly was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

“Wow. It’s beautiful.” Peter said breathlessly.

“You think?” You asked skeptically and flicked your tail again.

“I do. Everything about you is beautiful.” He said sincerely.

“Thank you.” You smiled warmly and looked down at your tail with a newfound appreciation. You had always hated it for the way it restricted you, but Peter made you look at it differently.

“Can I touch it?” Peter asked, catching your attention.

“If you want.” You agreed. “But under one condition.”

“Which is?”

“I get to touch something of yours afterwards.” You said and scooted closer.

“Okay. Deal.” Peter smirked and held out his hand. You looked at it skeptically before shaking it. You still weren’t used to the way another persons skin felt when you weren’t underwater. You’d only ever touched other mermaids before, never a dry human.

At the same time, Peter was experiencing something new himself. He reached out and put his hand on your tail, feeling the warm scales beneath his fingertips.

“How does it feel?” You asked him. It was a strange moment of intimacy for you. You never thought you’d ever get to talk to a human, let alone let one touch you.

“Like a big warm fish.” Peter answered honestly.

“I mean, I kinda am a big fish.” You chuckled.

“Well, you’re the prettiest fish I’ve ever seen.” Peter flirted. “And I’m not just saying that because your only competition is my childhood goldfish and the lobsters they keep on display at grocery stores.”

You threw your head back and laughed because even though you had no idea what a grocery store was, the way Peter said it was funny. You liked the way he talked even if it was nothing like you imagined humans would sound like. You thought they were all scary and mean like the way your father had described them all your life. Peter didn’t fit the evil narrative your father had created for humans. Peter seemed genuine and kind.

As you laughed, the two starfish you were wearing as a bra caught his attention again and he titled his head.

“Whats the deal with these guys? What’s their story?” Peter asked and pointed to your starfish.

“They’re star fish. They just suction on.” You shrugged and pulled one off to show him. Peter turned bright red and quickly turned away to give you privacy.

“Oh my. So you just whipped your boob out. Just like that. Okay.” Peter nodded to himself and kept his head turned so he wouldn’t freak out.

“Are you okay?” You laughed and put your starfish back on.

“No.” He squeaked.

“Humans go into the water naked all the time. I didn’t think it was such a big deal.”

“That’s called skinny dipping. But what you you just did, my dear, was called changing the trajectory of my life forevermore.”

“Haven’t you seen them before? I thoughts humans had the same anatomy up top?” You genuinely wondered.

“They do. We need to change the subject. I’m about to pass away.” Peter said with a wave of his hand.

“Then I’d just have to save you again.” You smiled flirtatiously and scooted closer to him so that your shoulders were touching.

“I’m not opposed to that.” Peter smiled back. “Wait, what thing of mine did you want to touch?”

“Oh, right.” You smiled shyly. “If it’s all right, I’ve always wondered what dry hair felt like.”

“That’s it? You just want to feel dry hair?” Peter laughed in surprise. You looked sad for a moment as he laughed at the thing you’d been dreaming of for ages.

“That’s a great idea.” He quickly followed up. “Here. Dry your hands off on my shirt so you can get the real experience.”

You smiled in excitement and did as Peter suggested. Once your hands were dry, you ran them through his messy brown curls. You gasped initially and withdrew your hand as if scared they were sharp. But once you felt how soft they were, you put both hands back in and played with his hair.

“Well? Is it everything you imagined?”

“It’s even better!” You gushed. “It’s so soft. I’ve never felt anything like it.“

“You can touch it as much as you want. I don’t mind.” Peter smiled softly. Your hands traveled from his hair to his face, then down to his clothes. You were both silent and you felt all the new textures and materials for the first time.

“Wow. Amazing.” You whispered to yourself as you touched the leather part of his shoe.

“I feel like if I showed you what hand cream felt like, your mind would be absolutely blown.” Peter chuckled.

“Hand cream?” You asked him.

“Oh, yeah. It’s also called lotion.” He explained. “You put them it on your hands to make them softer.”

“You just use it a lot. Your hands are very soft.” You noted as you held his hands in yours. The touch of another humans skin was enough to make you want to abandon your home and stay on land forever. Peter could see the longing in your eyes and reached out to brush the wet hair off your face. You looked up into his eyes, then down at his lips. You felt yourself start to lean in, then pulled away.

“So, have you recovered from your little drowning incident?” You changed the subject.

“I coughed up a couple gallons of sea water and nearly blacked out when I had to close my eyes to wash my face but other than that, I’ve been okay.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay. It felt like fate when you dropped into the water. I’d been watching you all day when you were with your friends. When I saw you plummeting towards the bottom of the sea, I knew I had to save you. Even if I was breaking every one of my fathers rules.”

“I’m glad you did it. I would’ve died down there and become fish food.”

“The fish are my friends. I wouldn’t have let them eat you.” You laughed and playfully shoved him.

“Aw.” Peter smiled at the sentiment.

“But the sharks are kinda rude so they definitely would’ve gobbled you up.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“There’s sharks in these waters?” Peter gasped and pulled his legs to his chest.

“Yes. But don’t worry. They don’t come around here.” You assured him. “They got annoyed by me sitting on this rock and singing all the time.”

“Well, then they’re missing out.” Peter smiled coyly and leaned against you.

“I’m the ones who’s missing out. I didn’t even know what hand cream was until a few minutes ago. There’s so much of the world that I’m never going to see.” You sighed wistful and looked away.

“I promise, hand cream is not that exciting. You can’t use doorknobs for like a solid throat minutes after you put it on. I’m sure you’ve seen way cooler stuff under the sea.”

“Maybe. But it’s all I’ve ever known, so it doesn’t excite me anymore. There is so much I want to see and know. I have so many questions and no one to answer them. If I were in your skin, I’d treasure every moment out there. I’d give anything for just one day. Just one perfect day.”You pleaded with no one in particular as you looked up at the sky. Your eyes fell on Peters legs and you put a hand on them. You smiled a little, thinking of all the things you’d give to have a pair of your own.

“So mermaids don’t turn into humans when they dry off?”

“No. That’s a myth. We stay as mermaids on land or at sea.”

“Hm. So H2O is a bunch of bullshit?”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll never be able to watch Aquamarine the same way.” He whispered to himself.

“What is Aquamarine?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Don’t worry about it.”

You continued looking at Peters legs before running your hand down your tail and flicking the end with a sigh.

“I envy humans. I envy how versatile your lives are. You can jump into the sea any time you want, but then you can leave it. You can walk and run and dance all the way down the- what do you call it again?”

“Street?”

“Yeah. That.”

“You knew the word versatile but not street?” Peter mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“All I know is the sea. I’ve seen all the coral reefs and I know all the fish. I know my cavern and the things I’ve collected. But I want more.” You professed and looked longingly at the shoreline in the distance.

“What’s stopping you?”

“My father.” You admitted and looked down.

“You mentioned talking to me was against his rules. Does he have other rules?”

“He has many.” You nodded. “No swimming beyond the old ship wreck. No going above the surface. No talking about going above the surface. And absolutely no interacting with the humans.”

“Sounds like a fun guy.” Peter said sarcastically.

“He is very closed minded. He doesn’t think humans and mermaids can coexist.” You frowned. “He thinks if humans knew about us, they’d hunt us down and mount us on their walls.”

“Not to take his side here…”

“Peter.” You warned.

“I’m sorry. But I have met a lot of men who would 100% mount you on their wall if given the chance.“

“What about you? Are you like these men you speak of?” You smiled teasingly.

“No. As much as I would love to see you everyday, I’d rather it be because you’re living with me as my beautiful mermaid girlfriend and not my wall decor.”

“Girlfriend? Is that like a wife?” You asked him.

“Yeah, kinda. It’s the title you hold before wife. We also call them significant others.”

“Oh. I get it. So like a partner? But the most important partner you have?”

“Exactly.“

“We don’t have that down here. My father chooses who each of my sisters marrys and we have no say in the matter.”

“Has he chosen for you?” Peter gulped.

“Not yet. I’m not of age yet. But on my next birthday, he will.” You sighed and played with one of the rings in your hair.

“Oh.” Peter said quietly and put his hand over yours to comfort you. You turned your hand over so that you could hold his and stayed like that for a minute.

“I wish that wasn’t his way. I want to fall in love. I want romance and chivalry. And I want to make my own choices.”

“I want that for you too.” Peter said sincerely. You looked at him and smiled sadly, appreciating the sentiment but knowing there was nothing he could do to help you.

“What would be the first thing you’d chose if you could make your own choices?”

“I’d want to be where the people are.” You said without hesitation.

“And then?” Peter asked. You smiled shyly and looked at him again.

“I think I’d like to be your girlfriend.” You used the new word he taught you.

“I can’t give you the first thing, but I can guarantee the second.” Peter said and squeezed your hand.

“I don’t know. We don’t know each other, Peter. We’ve only just met.” You replied as you stared at your intertwined hands.

“So we’ll get to know each other. By going on dates. Do you have those down there?”

“Uh uh.” You shook your head.

“Then I’ll be back tomorrow to show you.”

“At this time?” You asked hopefully and Peter nodded.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter. For our date.” You grinned. Before Peter could overthink it, he threw his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. You froze before hesitantly wrapped your arms around him as well.

“What are you doing?” You whispered into his ear.

“Hugging you.”

“This is a hug?” You asked and tightened your grip around him.

“Yeah. It’s meant to comfort people.”

“I think I like it. It comforts me.” You smiled as you pulled out of the hug. Peter smiled sadly, knowing you must not get any affection under the sea.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I promise.”

When tomorrow came, Peter had an easier time getting back to the rock. He landed gracefully and put his hand into the water to let you know he was there. Soon enough, he could see you swimming up to the surface before emerging from the water.

“You had be worried for a second. I didn’t think you’d come back.” Peter smiled in relief as he helped pull you up onto the rock.

“It’s getting harder to sneak away from my dad. He’s getting suspicious about where I’m going all the time.” You sighed.

“What did you tell him?”

“That I was having a girl issue. That shut him right up.”

“Does your mom care about where you go?” Peter wondered as he set up the picnic he had brought. He had promised you a date, so he filled his backpack with things you’d eat on one.

“She was killed when I was little. Humans found her.” You admitted without meeting Peter’s eyes.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s all right. It’s not your fault.” You smiled sadly.

“I lost my mom too when I was young. I know how it feels. It never gets easier. I’ll always miss her.” Peter said and put his hand over yours. You looked down at your intertwined hands before pulling him into a hug.

“Am I doing it right? Does it comfort you?” You whispered in his ear.

“You’re doing it perfectly.” He laughed and hugged you back. When you pulled apart, he finished setting up the picnic. He had two plastic cups that and a bottle of cranberry juice.

“What’s this?” You wondered as he poured it into your cup.

“Cranberry juice. I got it cause it’s called Ocean Spray.” Peter admitted as you took a sip. Your eyes went wide and then you grimaced.

“It’s so sour.” You said and wiped your mouth. Peter was about to apologize but then you downed the rest of the cup.

“I love it. I’ve never had cranberry juice before.” You smiled at the cup as of it was a diamond that Peter had gifted you. Peter smiled in surprise, loving the way the simplest things delighted you.

“I don’t know if you eat human food, so I only brought things that are ways to digest.” Peter explained as he took a few things out of his picnic basket. He laid out two apples, a loaf of Italian bread, ritz crackers, and pretzels. You were immediately drawn to the apple and picked it up to examine it. Peter watched you roll it in yours hands and look under it, gasping when you saw the stem.

“What is this?” You asked in bewilderment.

“That’s called an apple. It’s a type of fruit. They grow on trees. Sometimes people pick them when the summer ends.”

“This grew on a tree?” You smiled in delight as if that was the most amazing news you’d ever been told.

“It sure did. Although, I personally retrieved it from my fruit bowl.”

You took a bite of the apple and your eyes went wide. Peter watched with amusement as you savored every bite like it was the last time you’d ever get to eat. When you were done, you looked at the core and gasped.

“Wait a second. I have seen these! It’s a thingmabob.”

“Thingamabob?”

“When I find something but don’t know the name for it, I make something up. I’ve seen these a few times at the bottom of the sea. Humans usually throw them in the water.” You explained.

“Oh. Did you find these down there too?” He asked and touched the rings in your hair. You nodded proudly and showed him your collection.

“Girls lose these all the time. I don’t know what they use them for on land, but I think they’re beautiful.”

“They’re called rings. You wear them on your finger, like this.” Peter explained as he slipped his finger into one of the rings. You watched him curiously before taking a ring out of your hair. You put it on your finger the way he had and gasped.

“That’s amazing! I love it even more now. Thank you, Peter!” You gushed and hugged Peter again. He laughed and wrapped an arm around you. He took his time explaining all the food he brought and let you try them one by one. He loved how amazed you were by all of it and reminded himself never to take the simple things like fruit for granted again. If it was enough to make you smile, it had to be special.

Once you finished eating, you laid on the rock together with your head on Peters chest. He told you about his life on land and told you him tales from under the sea. Peter could tell that being in land was something you’d been thinking about for a long time. You lit up when you talked about it and made it seem like it was the most magical place on earth. Peter didn’t have the heart to tell you he had seen a rat eating a diaper on his way to you.

“So you still want to be with the humans? Even after what they did to your mom?” Peter asked quietly.

“Yes. I do. That was a couple of bad men. I don’t let them speak for all of human kind.”

“I hate to tell you this, but there are a lot of bad men out there.” Peter frowned as he looked down at you.

“I know. But I don’t think you’re one of them.” You shrugged, making Peter smile.

“I try to be good. I don’t know if I always am.”

“I think you’re good. I can feel it.” You sighed and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. You laid quietly for a moment and just enjoyed each others company.

Peter returned the next night, and the night after that. Instead of rushing out of school to go on patrol, he was rushing to see you. Each night, he brought you new foods to try and little things you’d always wondered about. Your mind was blown when he showed you a spoon for the first time and you nearly passed out when he brought you Sour Patch kids. Every night, rain or shine, Peter came back to you. You spent all day looking forward to your nights with him.

“Why’d you really come back here, Peter?” You asked him one day as you ate the strawberry he had brought for you.

“I said I’d show you what a date is.” He shrugged.

“Two weeks in a row?” You teased him.

“That’s what happens after you go on a date. You go on another one, and then another one, and then another one.”

“I like you, Peter. And I can’t deny that I’ve been hanging around this rock all day in case you showed up again. But we would never work. It’s a nice thought. And one that I’ll hold on to forever. But it’s not meant to be.” You said without looking at him. Peter moved closer to you and tilted your chin up with his thumb.

“But what if it is? What if you hate it down there because you’re meant to be up here?”

“I do want to be up here. More than anything.” You admitted. “I’m so sick of swimming. I’m ready to stand.”

“I know some people. Maybe we could make that happen.”

“Really?” You asked skeptically. “What kind of people?”

“Witches and wizards and sorcerers.”

“Oh my.” You smiled in surprise.

“Maybe if you can come on land, we could go on a real date.”

“Is this not a real date?” You teased him.

“A real date involves me buying you real dinner and giving you a real kiss at the end.” Peter said without thinking about it. He blushed when he realized what he had said and looked away from you, but you weren’t letting him off the hook that easily.

“A real kiss?” You played dumb and leaned in.

“Yeah. Don’t you have those down there?” Peter rubbed the back of his neck and felt his face burn. He wanted to lean in and kiss you. He’d been wanting that every since you met. But he was far too shy. He wasn’t gonna kiss you.

“I think so. It’s this, right?” You asked innocently before lightly smacking him across the face. It wasn’t enough to hurt him, just enough to surprise him.

“That was definitely not a kiss.” He laughed as he held his cheek.

“Oh, wait. Now I remember.” You said and tapped the side of your head.

Before Peter could respond, you closed the gap between you and kissed him. It was your very first kiss, and Peters too. His eyes initially flew open but then fluttered shut as he melted into you. He brought his hands to your face to kiss you and felt a mirage of fireworks going off in his stomach. For you, the excitement of kissing a boy for the first time mixed with the adrenaline of doing something that would shock your father made the kiss that much better. You kissed Peter until you ran out of breath and rested your forehead against his once you pulled away.

“I’m gonna get you legs one way or another. I promise.” Peter said softly as he stared into your eyes.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I won’t. Not to you.” Peter assured you. You leaned in and kissed him again before hopping off the rock.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter.” You waved to him before disappearing under the water. Peter reached his hand into the ocean and swirled it around, trying to understand what it felt like to be you.

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[fernsnailz]

take this ask as a free ticket to freely hate on elemental (WE SUPPORT THE HATER GRIND WOOO)

ok so to preface. i have only seen elemental once. it was in theaters. i did NOT pay money to see it (my friend worked at the theater and we got in for free). we also saw it in 3D (would not recommend). i chugged a canned margarita beforehand (WOULD NOT RECOMMEND). i sobered up halfway through the movie and had a terrible time. needless to say i am not a fan of elemental (2023)

below is an edited version of the review/rant i sent to the group chat afterwards. BE WARNED IT'S REALLY LONG.

much later edit: personally i think i did a very bad job of critiquing this movie in this ask, and some of the opinions i expressed below are some pretty bad faith takes. i still think this movie is worthy of criticism, but not in this form and not from a guy who chugged a margarita before seeing it.

ok so the big point of discussion with elemental i've seen is usually around the allegory it uses to portray its themes of race, immigration, and prejudice. generally speaking, it's my opinion that trying to portray concepts of this weight and depth with an allegory or metaphor is already a terrible idea*. this isn't stuff that you can make simpler to understand by portraying minorities as fire people or predator animals or whatever great new idea disney is cooking up next, because this isn't stuff that can just be MADE simpler. if anything, allegory makes discussion about race more complicated because you have to explore why racism and prejudice, an inherently illogical belief, exists within said allegorical world. usually said fictional explanation just seems to justify prejudice - for example, the allegory in zootopia is straight up DANGEROUS to compare to real world racism because predators, aka zootopia's minorities, literally used to hunt and eat prey animals (the majority). with this in mind, elemental is already off to a bad start since disney has a bad history with allegories of this kind.

(*EDIT: this is gonna eat me alive if i don't clarify this because i realized too late that i spoke WAY too generally here. to clarify, i'm mostly talking about creating an entire allegorical world that lacks humans here - allegory can be a very powerful way to portray a human experience, and i don't want it to seem like i'm arguing that allegory and metaphor can't be used at all to create a powerful story about race and prejudice. for example, here's a short film that i really like called OverWeight. it's about losing one's culture and identity, and that theme is explored entirely through a bag of luggage. and it's really good! just want to clarify that i'm not advocating for only extreme realism and a lack of magic here, but instead against using huge, non-human allegorical worlds that replace these human experiences. thx bye)

thankfully, elemental never got as bad a zootopia in its portrayal of prejudice (at least in my opinion), but that's not saying much. it mostly just feels kinda confused - as far as i know, fire people are supposed to serve as a sort of "immigrant everyman" allegory which is. not how that works. immigrants of different races and ethnicities are going to have different struggles and experiences, and trying to boil everything down into four different elements that fit every kind of person under an allegorical umbrella is over complicating everything again through a veil of simplicity. it's almost like all of this would be fixed if they just told a story about real human people instead of turning them into water and fire people but i mean WHAT DO I FUCKING KNOW!!!!

oh also the worldbuilding of elemental is. kinda ass. to further explain: fire people are the only immigrant characters really explored in depth, and a good amount of the worldbuilding around them is actually pretty interesting. they have their own language that the characters speak every now and then, they have their own foods, customs, and culture that you can definitely tell a decent amount of thought was put into. which i liked! and then you learn that the country they come from is literally called Fire Land. just Fire Land. i doubled over when they said that because compared to everything else, it’s so out of left field and just. GAHH. it really reeks of "exec in the disney board room wanted to make part of the movie about prejudice easier to understand for The Kiddies" and i hate it. god.

this is consistent throughout the film, a lot of genuinely interesting worldbuilding is intermingled with surface level, bottom of the barrel ideas that just feel. so confusing. like a big theme the movie centers around is gentrification and how the city (called “Element City,” by the way (SCREAMS)) is not built with fire people in mind. i like this concept a lot and they show this in some interesting ways! a main conflict centers about how water is flooding ember's home, and there are multiple moments where high-action scenes are revolved around ember just navigating the city and trying to avoid water, something that most of the city’s residents wouldn’t have issue with. i thought that was really good! it was something that, surprisingly, was very relatable! and then the movie goes full zootopia and just like. has one of the characters call the fire girl a slur (the slur was “fireball”) which, reasonably makes ember mad, but then the character that did the slurring faces NO narrative repercussions for her actions because. ???????????????? i don't know??? you would think that a movie that turns issues of class and race into a fun cutesy little allegory would at least take the time to go "hey kids! let's not call minorities slurs" but instead the Slur Woman ends up helping ember and wade on their shitty little romantic sidequest and never once seems to express any remorse. cool! great!!!! WHO'S IDEA WAS THIS???????

by the way who fucking wrote this who put all these element puns in here. there are so many element puns in the movie i want to eat the writers of elemental. i’m mostly made of carbon but i do not walk around like “wow what a long workday we have fellow coworkers, i guess we have to CARBON diem, amirite?” please kill me

the varying quality in the worldbuilding and allegory of elemental just goes to show that this movie would have likely worked better if it focused on humans on earth rather than elements residing in a confusing elemental world - previous pixar works like bao and turning red show that pixar movies that focus on real experiences told from a human perspective with a magical realism twist can work really well! the allegory of elemental makes its characters and experiences feel distant, i spent more time trying to understand the world of the movie than the characters and their struggle. that could be a me problem, but the world was so goddamn broken in the first place that i felt like i COULDN’T focus on anything else. idk can we just tell like actual stories about actual marginalized people without turning them into The Trope of the Week i’m so tired

and by the way. i do not like the character designs in this movie one bit. ember looks like if you asked a middle schooler to design a fire woman. "ohhhhh we're pixar and we have to give all of our woman characters a pencil thin waist and big feminine eyes and skinny little legs" i want to explode.

ok we're getting into just batshit insane rant territory here now. so with that in mind I FUCKING HATE WADE. from the moment he appeared on that screen i knew i had it out for that motherfucker. the first thing he does is start crying over a situation that HE CAN SOLVE. he’s a city inspector that gets caught in the flood overtaking ember’s home, and the FIRST thing he does is start writing up violations he sees in the basement of ember’s family home. and then. he has the audacity to CRY ABOUT IT because it’s sooooooo tragic that her dad’s shop is going to be shut down because of HIM. the movie frames the water people as overly emotional because they cry alot (because they’re made out of water, of course!!! isn't that so funny!!!!!!!), but wade’s actions make it clear that those tears are FAKE because he does NOTHING to help ember in the first scene they meet. then, only after ember explains to him that there’s LITERALLY NO OTHER WAY her family can survive if the shop is shut down, does wade agree to help her out. kill me

oh btw wade being very emotional and crying a lot is NOT a bad thing and imo most modern stories need more emotional male characters. but. elemental treats wade's crying mostly as a running gag more than anything. which just kinda doubles around to being misogynistic again

wade continues to be a fucking nuisance to my psyche, even after leaving that theater. i did not enjoy the romance between ember and wade because i hated 50% of that duo. ember was ok i liked her enough bUT I WANTED TO KILL WADE. they try to spin him like “ohhhhh hes a little bit clumsy and goofy and a little bit dorky ahah don’t you like him?” as if that doesn’t describe most of the male love interests in every movie released after 1990. the two sit on a beach where ember is on the verge of a meltdown because they haven’t been able to save her dad’s shop, and one of the things wade says to comfort her is “i think you’re beautiful like this tho uwu” HUH????????? who tf is trying to make moves while someone is having an anxiety attack i SWEAR to god. i want to use wade as bong water i hate him so much

and then. ember gives him some glass that she sculpted to look like a flower she likes. it’s a nice sculpture. later in the movie, wade is like “hey ember i have something for you” and then just. gives her the sculpture back. and they treat it like he gave her a gift of his own like bro SHE gave that to YOU WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT????

the one act wade does for ember before the big climax revolves around taking her to see some underwater flowers - it’s a nice sequence, but it’s not a gift that’s exclusively from him. they have to get the cloud lady that called ember a slur to help make an underwater bubble to contain ember. fucking. come ONNNNN

wade dies in the climax of the movie. straight up he evaporates from heat and they’re like “awww he’s gone :(“ and they manage to bring him back but i really wish he stayed dead. would have been worth it if he died. but no. there's so. many weird little things in this movie that make my blood run a little too hot. can the genre of kindergarten racism movies please stop here. i am begging i can't do this again please

completely forgot to mention this at the beginning: my friends and i refer to elemental as "The Movie of All Time" because the concept of "element people" or general element-based characters is such a common story trope within young animators and storytellers (at least in our experiences). the number of pitches we've seen about "this character is made of water/has water abilities and this one's made of fire/has fire abilities and they need to find a way to work together/it's a love story!!!" is uncountable. we could not believe this movie was a real pixar production when it was first announced we thought it was a joke

in conclusion. i wish i had another canned margarita halfway through elemental. might have been bearable that way

[i-cant-sing]

I'm surprised by how open you are about your views on 'controversial' topics. As someone who works in a hospital and a certain group of university in the US, I had to sign a contract that prevents me from speaking out on these matters. How do you manage discussing such topics in your role?

I mean where I'm from, we have much bigger issues than just someone's opinions. Idk what controversial topics youre talking about, but i dont be just going about and giving my opinions to everyone and anyone. No, not everyone gets it and my time is far much more valuable than to talk sense to an ignorant person who will just make it look like im banging my head against the wall. Also because opinions are constantly changing because Im also in a growing age and im still learning new things everyday. if you were to see my views from 10 years back, youd be surprised. but then again, i was still a teen back then and i was easily influenced so back then i used to think being a feminist is being "anti man" or that being "feminine" is wrong and weak, which is not true obviously.

again idk what controversial topics youre talking about, but im gonna take a guess its about the gaza genocide being comitted by israel and look, there is only one fact, not opinion but FACT! and thats that Israel is murdering Palestinians actively, torturing them, doing ethnic cleanising and still trynna defend themselves for murdering babies in the worst way possible, and then some. there is no other side to this- there is no excuse for israel to do this, not now, not then and not ever. they are comitting crimes WAY WORSE THAN THEIR OWN HOLOCAUST, and its so enraging to see how nonchalant they are about it, how they have ZERO humanity, how they are actually worse than the NAZIS- imagine being worse than Nazis.

now back to your question- how do i manage giving my two cents on this? I'm Muslim, and even if I wasnt i think its the pretty obvious and sane thing to do, but Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said: "Whoever sees something evil should change it with his hands. If he cannot, then with his tongue; and if he cannot do that, then in his heart- and that is the weakest of faith"

So if anyone of you can go volunteer in Gaza, or give humanatarian aid or donate, then he should do so. If you are not in a position to do that, then you should speak up, go to protests, post on your socials and raise awareness and keep up the boycott. If you are not even able to do that for whatever reason, then at least in your heart you should know that this is evil, go pray for palestinians, and keep on reminding yourself so that you dont get brainwashed into any western propaganda ever again about how Muslims are just deserving of this horrendous hate crime on such a level.

secondly, my reason for speaking up about this is because lets just forget for a moment that palestinians are majorly muslims and this is islamophobia. lets just consider them humans, okay? u could hate muslims adults all u want, but kids dont really have that much of a grasp on religion right? so, do you think that if Israel has and continues to comit a massacre on this level while the entire world watches, while everyone calls them out on their shit, while they have repeatedly documented their own disgusting tortures and crimes against these palestinians, have been called out by UN and the INTERNATIONA CRIMINAL COURT numerous times and they still continue on with this genocide, then what makes you think that you or i are safe?

If we let this continue on, if we dont speak up, then this is just giving a free pass to not only Israel but also anyone to go absolutely batshit crazy on any other country. The very fact that youre not in gaza and sitting in your home safe and cozy is by pure luck. But luck runs out eventually. And karma comes. What goes around, comes around. You stay quiet today over this matter, you dont try to help palestinians, then no one's gonna come for you too.

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 5!!

Hiya! Sorry about the delay! Life got in the way there for a bit ^_^" But I am here! With Part 5!!

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Crowley had liked Hozier (although Take Me To Church, predictably, wasn’t his favourite), and after whining at Aziraphale that it’s nooooooot ‘bebop,’ you finally managed to get an admission that all right, it wasn’t all that terrible. You took the win.

But the dance party couldn’t last forever. There’s still a world to save, after all.

And so, all of you sat, thumbing through Revelations. Well, Aziraphale and Muriel were. You and Crowley had given up on the fancy Bible-ness of it and googled the Cliff Notes version.

“Ugh,” You say, “John really hated the Romans.”

“Well, yes,” says Aziraphale, “He had decent enough reason, though, as far as humans go.”

“What, he hated indoor plumbing and heated floors?”

“Actually, he hated people of the Christian faith being arrested, tortured, and killed for their beliefs.”

“Oh….yeah that makes sense,” You say, and after a moment you add “...Sorry.”

“That’s quite alright,” Aziraphale replies kindly, “He wrote Revelation as a way to reassure Christians that all of their suffering would mean something in the end. That it must be part of the Great Plan.”

“The Ineffable Plan, you mean,” chimes in Crowley with a smirk. Aziraphale rolls his eyes.

“Yes, that one,” he replies. You notice the microscopic-Michael-Sheen-ian smile on his face as he says it. Honestly, the resemblance is uncanny. Aziraphale continues. “He wanted Christians to feel heard, and to encourage them to hold fast to their faith.”

You pause for a minute before saying anything. Then you remember a tumblr post or something from forever ago.

“Santa Claus,” You finally say. Crowley spurts wine from his nose, and begins to laugh. Aziraphale is confused.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s like Santa Claus,” You say again, “Like ‘be good, and you’ll get presents! it’s almost Christmas Eve! Santa’s watching!’ You know?” You look at Aziraphale imploringly. Crowley is still laughing. Aziraphale doesn’t look impressed.

“I think that’s rather an over-simplification.”

“Am I wrong?”

“…..It’s...it’s not...That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, okay, so I’m wrong then.”

“Sounds about right to me!” Crowley calls with glee from the other side of the room. Aziraphale looks all flustered, his face beginning to go red. Crowley hands him a glass of wine and Aziraphale downs it in one go.

Okay, winding him up is a great deal of fun, and so easy, but I’m guessing, dear Reader, that you love Aziraphale just as much as I do. You don’t actually want to hurt his feelings. Thus you decide to concede the point.

“So,” You say, “He said he had a dream about things getting really bad and then Jesus coming back and saving everyone.”

“In a nutshell, yes,” Aziraphale sighs, clearly relieved to be back on topic. You think back to old interviews with Neil and Terry about their back-then-hypothetical sequel would look like.

“Okay, well the only thing I know about it was something about it taking place in America. I read in an old interview somewhere that Jesus was meant to descend from the heavens in a private jet with a bunch of like...bodyguard angels or something.”

“America? Again? I mean really.”

You shrug. “Neil Gaiman really likes America.”

“But it doesn’t have to be,” says Muriel now, flipping back through their notes, “You said that the sequel was never written, and the third...season?was still being written too when you left. And you said that book isn’t the same as what happened in the tv show, or the radio show, or the musical. So how do we know it would be the same here?”

They make a good point.

“Maybe ask that author of yours,” says Crowley, looking over from his drink, “You said he answers questions sometimes. Who would he be to deny,” he swishes his glass around with what you suppose is meant to be grandeur, “The Famous Crowley and Aziraphale?” He empties his glass.

“Anathema might be able to find him,” You say after a while, “Jesus, I mean. She did a good job finding everything in Armageddon Part 1. Or Adam. I mean, Jesus is supposed to be all about love, right? Maybe we can convince him not to, you know, end the world.”

Aziraphale hums to himself. “Revelations states that Armageddon is meant to be started by the seven angels of the church, bringing together seven keys. I mean, John could be wrong of course, but I wonder...Could one of you find me a map and search these names? I might have an idea why Mr. Gaiman wanted to set The Second Coming in America.”

Good Reader, guess which country contains cities named after 5 of these 7 angels. I’ll give you three guesses, but you’ll only need one.

And so now we have three directions we can take this story in.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[bonefall]

Better Bones: CW List

Can't believe I have to make this disclaimer, but here we are

Better Bones is not a project that aims to fix canon by making the Clans wholesome and unproblematic. Though there can be fun and kindness in it and my philosophy is an optimistic one, It's not an escapist fantasy. It is a story about semi-realistic cats of human intelligence in a violent, war-obsessed theocratic dictatorship, and how they attempt to change it over the years.

Clan Culture is flawed, that is on purpose. Addressing and changing this is what the story is about.

I am very disappointed I have to state this because it should be obvious from my main post where I explicitly say that my goal is to "Address (Canon's) Problematic Elements." Not remove.

If you cannot handle themes or depictions of;

Physical and emotional abuse; Domestic, authoritative, and familial

Child abuse and inter-generational trauma

Somewhat graphic medical discussion, such as abortion, wound infection, and the use of leeches and maggots

The killing and processing of small animals into food, including tanning and butchery

Semi-realistic cat behaviors, specifically marking things with urine

Ableism; both externalized and internalized, Clan culture treats disabled cats poorly and this is something several characters struggle with

Xenophobia; to a violent degree, including stochastic terrorism, hate crime, and discrimination

^^^ read that one again. Consider that on this list twice.

Politics; Authoritarianism, fascism, and liberalism as an enemy, discussion of dog whistles and ideology

"Redemption arcs" of people who did bad things

Cosmic horror and supernatural curses

Graphic violence, including against innocent bystanders, through assault, poisoning, drowning, falling, and even being eaten alive by large fish and demigods.

Animal abuse; Human beings harming cats on purpose and Clan cats generally being terrified of all humans, even kind and loving ones

Clan cats, both villainous and culturally mislead, glorifying these things in-universe, not immediately staring at the camera and breaking character to tell you "This Is A Bad Thing!"

Then Better Bones may not be for you. I would at minimum rate this project as PG-13, but PG-16 would be a more accurate bet.

I have sympathy for you if these are not topics you can handle. My project tackles very upsetting real-world issues and not everyone is looking for something challenging; that's understandable and there's no fault in that. I try to tag appropriately but can't promise to catch everything, so please keep yourself safe.

There are other, softer projects out there run by cool people if this is not for you, and you can add #Better Bones AU to your tag filters and this project will not show up!

But, I'm not responsible for your comfort with my art. If you followed me under the assumption that BB is "Warriors without any ableism/xenophobia/violence" you were mistaken. If you don't have the maturity to act responsibly when something upsets you, or DO have the malice to read a disabled person's work with the most bad faith interpretations you can muster, LEAVE.