otter-byte · 2 years ago
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I will say the amount of time you spend caring about "cancel culture" or "culture wars" is like,,, directly proportional to the time you spend on platforms using conflict to drive engagement (i.e. news websites, twitter, reddit)
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homunculus-argument · 1 year ago
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Have you ever had one of those things happen that just straight-up sound like something that'd only go down in a badly written sitcom?
This one time a few years ago, I had nothing to do in the middle of the day so I went out to wander around the city, and encountered one of those christian missionaries of some sort - not mormons, some local finnish-speaking one, probably Jehova's witnesses, I can't recall - who addressed me first. Having only gone out to kill time I figured I'd stop to see what he had to say, this might get interesting.
He started talking about sin, and I told him that I don't think that's real, humans aren't inherently bad creatures that need to be goaded into not doing evil by an outside force. Apparently taken back by my confidence about this, he asked me why I think so. And while I was absolutely not this eloquent about it while talking as I am typing it out now, I explained that if doing good didn't come naturally to people, it wouldn't feel good to do it. There's been studies about that - it makes people feel happy to help others, even when they gain nothing from it, or even at a cost to themselves sometimes.
Doing good things feels good for the same reason as eating, sleeping and having sex feel good - because we're supposed to do it. It doesn't matter to me why that is - either there's a god who made people with inherent goodness to them, or natural selection of the cold uncaring universe saw this behaviour as beneficial for survival. People want to be good to one-another just like migratory birds want to fly south for the winter.
He gave me his best annoyed "alright, fair enough"-shrug and was clearly trying to think of how to disagree with that when we were interrupted. I have no idea how a person that large and entirely indifferent to concepts like subtlety, stealth or an indoor voice even can sneak up on people, but we were both startled when someone I had briefly met appeared out of apparent nowhere, loudly going
HEY AREN'T YOU THAT TRANNY FROM THE PARK
addressing me. I used to go drinking at the park quite often back then, and while I did meet a lot of people that way and my memory is the first thing to disappear when I'm drunk, someone that loud, tall and broad-shouldered, covered in tattoos, with long hair, braided beard and electric blue eyeshadow isn't someone you easily forget. I was, indeed, the tranny from the park and I had been the person who had explained the concept of "nonbinary" to them.
My acquaintance here was somewhere between 30 and 50 and not exactly up to whatever the kids are doing these days, and their reaction to this information was roughly "oh huh so there's a name for the thing I'm doing". As they only spoke finnish, I can't say that I would have been the one to explain the concept of gender neutral pronouns to them, but they had been fascinated to discover that other languages have gendered pronouns in the first place.
Refreshing my memory of the encounter - and apparently unintentionally also recounting it to the missionary who was still silently standing with us - they proceeded to explain that they've never really felt like a man or a woman. And sometimes not really even like a human, but more like an alien who had just been dropped off here from a spaceship - but not like in a psychotic delusions sort of way, but just the vibes, you know? They then proceeded to tell us about some other fascinating epiphanies that they had had while on psychedelics.
As they went on, the christian missionary next to us was drifting backwards so slowly that I don't think I noticed him actually take an individual backwards step, just silently sliding gradually further away from this situation, with apparent mild concern. And while my happenstance acquaintance - whose name I either never heard or couldn't remember hearing - was talking, I noticed I had gotten a text message from a friend, who asked if I'm around and whether I want to come hang out.
So as the nonbinary giant self-appointed alien was finished with their story and took their leave - telling me that they'll probably see me around, and as I was around a lot, I reassured them that they would - I turned to the missionary and told him that while I'd love to carry on with what we were talking about, I actually have people to see now, and bid him good luck with whatever he was trying to do.
It's been like five years between that day and today, and during that time I moved to a different city and back here. I don't think I've seen the nonbinary giant again even once during this time, and wherever they are, I hope they're doing ok and no longer doing any weird drugs. Or if they are, that at least they're having fun.
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rollinouttahere-writes · 1 year ago
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WAIT WAIT Hear me out , what if Platonic Yandere! Strawhats ... As Mermaids/Mermans with Human!Y/n ?
Let's say people that Strawhats meeted either hated them or tried to kill them until they got into fish trap and Y/n sees that Strawhats are quite injured and can't get out so Y/n helps them then runs away because they are hella scared?
I hope this is good! I kinda rushed it so I could have it done before the end of the month.
(Don't) Face Your Fears
Yandere Merfolk Straw Hats x GN!Reader
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Part 2
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Deep breathes, you remind yourself. Deep breathes.
It was taking everything you had not to turn tail and run, but you stood your ground. You need to face this. You won’t be able to grow if you don’t. Waves crashed onto the shore ahead of you, the noise not allowing you to forget for a second where you were. The salty and fishy scent in the air was also a strong reminder.
You’re not even sure where this fear came from. You can’t recall some traumatic memory revolving around the ocean, you just hated it. The mystery of what hellish creatures lurked beneath the surface, the mere idea of being lost at sea, drowning, it all terrified you. 
All your life you’ve done your best to avoid the ocean despite living so close to it, but now you are trying to face it. You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life trapped by your own fears. What if you want to leave this island one day but can’t bring yourself to do so because you’re too scared to get on the boat?
You’ve made some progress, a lot really. Being able to stand on the beach like this was something you couldn’t have done a month ago. Tonight, though, you were going to take this a step forward. You hated doing this at night, but you were too embarrassed about your fear to risk people seeing you potentially freaking out over some water.
Your bare feet dug into the sand as you tried to will yourself to relax and step towards the water. It’s fine. Everything is going to be fine. You’re just going to wade ankle deep in the water and then call it a night. That’s it.
Ignoring the pounding of your heart and the sweat starting to form, you take the necessary steps, bringing yourself onto the wet part of the sand. You cringed at the sensation, not enjoying it even a little bit. 
You stood there and waited for the tide to come back in, forcing yourself to stand still. Finally, dreadfully, a wave comes in and laps at your feet. Your first gut response involves dry heaving and wanting to run away, but you endure. It’s barely touched you, you need to tough it out. 
Despite every nerve of your body violently disagreeing with this idea of yours, you take another step forward. More water rushes over your feet. It’s cold, but not freezing. It almost feels nice in contrast to the humid summer air. 
Now, you decide to wait here and adjust, forcing your breathing to even out again. As the minutes tick by, you find yourself not minding it as much as you initially did. If you closed your eyes, you could almost pretend you were simply soaking your feet in the river by your home. Maybe you’ll be able to enjoy this? Maybe.
Shockingly, you found yourself walking through the water. Not deeper into it, simply staying at the same depth and wading along the shore. The silence was peaceful, and you found that your previously thundering heartbeat was slowing to a more normal rate. Against all odds and expectations, you couldn’t help but smile slightly. This was incredible progress for you, and you were proud of yourself.
The atmosphere changes as you hear something in the distance. Splashing, and a lot of it. It sounded too loud to just be a fish. Was it a person? Was someone drowning? You ran towards the source of the noise. As you got closer, you could hear yelling over all the splashing, too. It sounded like several people. What the hell was happening?
“Hello? Is everyone alright?” You called out, trying to get a feel for what was going on before you got there.
The splashes stopped, but you did get a response, “Hello? Who’s there?” The voice sounded feminine and distressed. Scared even.
You were getting close enough to be able to start to make out the people. There were a lot of them, at least five, but they were moving around too much to be able to count clearly. All of them were caught in a net.
“I’m (y/n). I was going for a walk when I heard you guys, and I wanted to see if you needed help,” which they most certainly did. How did that many people manage to get caught in a fishing net like this?
“We do! Can you cut this net open?” A different voice piped up, this one sounding like a young boy. 
You could do that, there was a knife strapped to your belt that you kept there both for functionality and self defense. There was a problem though. They were deeper into the water than you were. If you went out to them, you would be waist deep. Much farther than you were prepared to go so soon.
Your hesitance didn’t go unnoticed. “Please! We need to get out of this! Some of my friends are hurt and we can’t treat them while we’re all stuck like this!” The same voice from before desperately pleaded.
Nausea rumbled deep in your stomach, but not just from the ocean this time. You couldn’t just leave a bunch of people to die because you were scared of a little water. Okay, a lot of water, but you won’t even have to swim. It’s going to be okay. You can do this. You will do this.
Forcing yourself to take deep breaths, you march forward. Miraculously, the rising water doesn’t crumble your resolve. You don’t look down at the water, purposefully focusing on the net ahead of you. You need to get them freed, and you need to do it now before you can have a chance to chicken out.
Unbuckling the holster for your knife, you unsheath it and get to work trying to cut through the thick rope of the fishing net. There was a lot of resistance, but you didn’t give up. The segment you were sawing your knife through snapped and you immediately moved on to the next one, vying to get a big enough opening for them to squeeze through.
There were loud cheers from a few of them as the net came undone enough for them to get out. They wasted no time and all headed for the opening to slip through. You held it open for them, wanting them to get out as quickly as possible. 
The first one escapes, and that’s when you feel it. Something large and slimy brushes against your exposed legs. What? That was just a big fish, right? Maybe even an errant piece of seaweed. As the rest of the group filed out, you felt the same sensation on your legs each time. 
These… These people were human… Right?
Chills were running down your spine as you questioned what exactly you were dealing with here. Before you could back away or ask questions, one of them approached you. He didn’t just come up to you, no. He full on threw himself out of the water and wrapped his arms around your torso.
“Thank you for saving us! We don’t get a lot of help from humans most of the time, so I’m really happy that one as nice as you came to our rescue!” This was the same boy that had spoken to you moments before to beg for help. He smiled widely at you, and the moonlight reflecting off the water was enough for you to be able to make out his too sharp teeth. As well as the fins on the sides of his head where ears should be.
Oh my God. Merfolk. This is a merman and you’re surrounded by more of them. Every rumor you’ve heard about them comes to mind instantly in one big violent pang. That they love nothing more than to drag any poor unsuspecting human they come across out into the ocean to drown them. That they would eat you after you died. That they could curse humans into becoming like them.
No. No no no nO NO NO!
With a scream, you shove the merman off of you and make a break for the shore. You get there faster than you thought humanly possible and kept running, not looking back. Fuck this. Fuck them. Fuck the ocean. Fuck everything you’re never going near the ocean ever again for as long as you live!
The merfolk could only sit in the shallow water and stare at your rapidly retreating and screaming form.
“I suppose they didn’t know we were merfolk when they helped us,” Robin mused.
“I like them,” Luffy was positively beaming despite being thrown off you seconds before. He’d crawled closer to the shore to watch you leave, his tail loudly splashing in the water behind him.
“Of course you do, you like everyone that looks at you twice,” Zoro scoffed, waving a webbed hand dismissively. He winced when the action strained one of his injuries, causing Chopper to snap at him to hold still.
“No, I really like them! I want to see them again! I bet that if we talk for a bit, they’ll come around,” Luffy nodded resolutely, already imagining what he’s going to say next time he sees you.
“How are you going to do that? I doubt that they’re going to go anywhere near the ocean for a long time,” Nami pointed out.
This gave Luffy pause, but only for a brief moment. His eyes lit up as an idea struck him, “There’s a river that goes through this island, right? I can use that to try and see them again. Maybe we’ll get lucky and they live along it!” 
“At least let one of us come with you, you have no tact throwing yourself at them like you did,” Sanji could tell that this would take a certain level of finesse that their captain absolutely did not have. No doubt he would up and drag you into the water with him if you were close enough to do so.
“You’re only saying that because you want to see them again, too,” Zoro splashed water in Sanji’s direction, extinguishing the cigarette he finally had a chance to enjoy. Naturally, this caused a fight between the two to break out, with Sanji slapping Zoro with his tail while Chopper was yelling at both of them to cut it out.
Luffy didn’t pay them any mind. While your form may have vanished from sight, he could still follow your scent. Even if you weren’t right next to the riverbed, he wasn’t opposed to dragging himself across land to get to you. Now that he had your scent, there’s nowhere on this small island you could hide to stay away from him.
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dyns33 · 2 months ago
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Without warning part 1
I wanted to make a soulmate Frank Castle with some angst
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Frank Castle didn't believe in soulmates.
Or rather, he did, he had seen his parents happy, at first, and many other people who had said their sentences to each other, but he considered that the universe had been wrong.
He had almost immediately fallen in love with Maria, before she had even spoken to him, and it had been a shock that she was not meant for him.
But it didn't matter, because he only wanted her, and she didn't seem to care that he wasn't her soulmate either. They had been very happy together, for years, with their children.
He wished it would last forever, and that he would never hear the phrase "Well buddy, shooting people without warning ?"
His decision to join the army had already been made before the phrase appeared, but it had scared him. Frank didn't want to be the kind of man who would shoot someone without warning. He was neither a coward nor a monster.
He didn't understand in what context someone would say such a thing to him.
Then Maria and the children had been killed. He had thought he was going crazy, and it was no longer so impossible for him to put a bullet in a man's head without being polite.
Red could have said his sentence to him, and Frank thanked his God for not having stuck such a boring blessed ass with him.
Some thought he could have resumed a normal life with Karen.
Sweet Karen. He loved her very much, he cared for her, she was family, but Frank didn't see her like that. Both more romantic than they probably wanted to admit, he knew she wanted to find her soulmate, and he didn't want to put her in danger, as strong as she was.
He couldn't relive the same thing as with Maria. Neither the same love, nor the pain of losing her.
After avenging his family, killing several bastards, dying in the eyes of the world, Frank had understood that he would never have a normal life again. So he remained hidden, sometimes helping Red stop bad guys, even if they continued to disagree on the method.
The last one had disturbed them a little. First, because the Devil couldn't determine if he was really a criminal.
"I've already crossed paths with him… He smells of blood, I know he kills people, often for money. But he seems like you, only targets criminals. And he sometimes works with Spiderman."
"The kid ?"
"Yeah. The kid seems to trust him. He told me he was a fan of my work, before he cut a guy in half, so I don't know, Frank. I don't know at all."
"I know. I'll take care of him."
"Wait, there's something else…"
As was often the case with Red, Frank hadn't taken the time to listen to the rest, certain he knew what he had to do. It had been a surprise when Murdock hadn't screamed because he had shot the guy.
It had been a surprise when the guy had gotten up, whining because a bullet in the heart was really painful, even if it was an honor to be shot by the Punisher.
"Deadpool, big fan, nice to meet you !" he had hummed as he hopped towards him, one hand outstretched for Frank to shake. He had shot him again.
They had then often crossed paths with Wilson, who continued to stick to Frank by acting like a madman, and each time he ended up killing him, because he was really too unbearable.
This seemed to make the mercenary laugh, who considered it a mark of friendship. Even if he was immortal, Red and the young spider reprimanded him, first violently, then out of habit after a while.
It was a surprise to hear a new female voice rise against the bullet he had just fired into Wilson's leg in the hope of silencing him.
"Well buddy, shooting people without warning ?"
Frank froze at first. Since the others snickered, he knew that it was not an enemy who had just appeared behind him. He vaguely heard them call her 'Ghost'. Obviously they had known each other for a long time, they trusted her.
So they didn't understand when the Punisher pointed his gun at her, as she approached to help Wade get up.
Still as naive, Daredevil thought it was because Frank had never met her before. A simple reflex. It had to be said that Ghost was strange, surprising. Her costume was entirely black, and her helmet of the same color completely hid her face.
Her voice was strange too. A distant sound, as if muffled by the wind. Later, much later, Red would explain the powers of Ghost, who had given her her name.
Not only could she completely disappear, either only for the eyes, or by becoming gone, passing through matter, but on top of that, she became undetectable. No smell, no heartbeat, no breathing, no footsteps. Nothing.
The first time, it had been complicated for poor Red. She had wanted to help him against a gang, and even if he refused to admit it, she had scared him. He had thought he was losing his mind when enemies were beaten by nothing, then a voice had spoken to him.
Without him saying anything, Ghost had finally understood. And then, suddenly, he had heard her heart, as she asked him with an amused voice if that was better.
Able to go anywhere, she could have known who he was, who Spiderman was, everyone, and no doubt she knew, but she had never said anything, not even to Wilson. In any case, he didn't want to know, because of his vigilante bro code of honor.
That wasn't the problem. He didn't have a secret identity, and even if people learned he was alive, he knew how to defend himself. But this Ghost had said his sentence, which echoed in his head, and he couldn't accept it.
"Calm down, Frank. This isn't…"
"Fuck no." he said simply.
If the others noticed that she froze, they didn't say anything. She hadn't seemed afraid when she saw the gun, but that simple word had paralyzed her, which didn't help the situation at all, because Frank was then completely certain of who she was.
And then, without thinking, he fired.
Frank could have meant that he knew what would happen. But it was a real shock to see the pierced helmet fall to the ground, while the rest of the woman had vanished into thin air. He didn't know yet that she could do that. He would have killed her instantly.
The others were very angry with him. Much more than with Deadpool. And besides, Wilson got mad for the first time with him, threatening to cut off his head. Ghost was a friend, a sister.
They didn't understand why he did that. To be completely honest, Frank wasn't sure he knew either.
It wasn't that girl's fault if fate had decided they had to be connected. If to meet her, he had to lose Maria, the children, become a murderer. He didn't want that, it was out of the question, and she had to know it.
It seemed like Ghost was smart. Frank didn't see her again after that. After that exchange, he also saw Wilson a little less often, and the mercenary ignored him most of the time, when he wasn't insulting him.
His behavior had disappointed the Spider kid and Red, but it was nothing new, and their opinions didn't matter to him.
Life went on, as if he had never met his soulmate.
Then he crossed paths with Y/N.
As if his life wasn't complicated enough already.
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blueflipflops · 2 years ago
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Blessed is The Fruit of Thy Womb II
Chapter 2: Blessed Art Thou Amongst Women
cw: violence, pregnancy, blood, death
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Inspired by @cyrwrites 's prompt of Talia being pregnant from exposure to the Lazarus Pits. Sorry long post again. If some sentences doesn't make sense its because english is my 3rd language.
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Talia hums out a soft melody that is seems so foreiegn to her lips yet familliar enough to let the words out.
Go to sleep little one
Let us rest on this straw mat
Gentler than what her hands of killing are used to, she scooped out her child from his crib. Softly rocking him back and forth, she caressed the tiny tufts of dark hair, kissed a delicate cheek, and rubbed her own cheek to the child's. The lullaby spilling from her lips,
Go to sleep while it is yet dark
Soon the clouds will disappear
And reveal a great light to light up the neighborhood
There was no wet nurse, unfortunately. As much as Talia would love to delegate the child care to someone else like she did with Damian, her youngest is just too important to leave alone. It certainly did not help that when they did try, the... sire seemed to disagree. The ground shook and the pits boiled as if in anger as they were discussing the matter of wet nurses. The glow and stench of power from the pits was too overpowering that they are left to kneel even as screams of terror overlaps with her darling child. Whatever was affecting them doesnt seem to affect the child. If the squealing laughter was anymore evidence.
Something dark and calculating took over her father's eyes as he looks over to the laughing infant. Out loud, he denies the practice of bringing in a wetnurse and instead, for Talia to raise the Child of Lazarus with her own hand and body as it should. It unexpectedly silenced the commotion. The interaction gave people ideas, theories that lead to...
"Child of Lazarus?"
That was what they called him and the title spread among the numbers of their people and Talia could not blame them. Even if the buzzing noise hurts her ears from hearing about it over and over again.
The night it was born, Talia looked over the child cleaned off of blood. Both hers and the midwife's. Even if she herself was present at the time, Talia couldn't quite explain how nor why that damned woman had suddenly gone mad nor was she to stop her from swiping the scalpel from the table and plunging it to her own neck.
It wasnt a clean death, no. It wasnt even a fast death either as she fell to the floor writhing and choking in her own blood. It was such a mess. Annoyed and tired, Talia had people called in to drag the body into the pits. Oh, well, she also had the other nurses and helpers shot and offered to the pits.
There was something in Danyal Al Ghul that makes her...enamoured. She doesn't quite know what it is but she just can't keep her eyes off him. The crystal blue eyes (that reminds her so much of her beloved) tinged with green and power behind them blinked and stared at her as if looking through her soul. Talia did not freeze nor was she anxious of what he will find. She does not fear having the same fate of that midwife handed to her. There is nothing to worry about. She is the Mother after all. She was Chosen. Lo and behold, she was correct once more as the child seemed satisfied at what he saw and snuggled in more close to her breasts.
With a shaky exhale from the breath she unconsciously held, a wide grin slowly stretches to her face until it hurts. Her own green eyes lighting up in adoration and maybe a bit of madness too. She could not believe it at first but the power held in such a small frame that tries to bury itself upon her breasts is undeniable. She can feel it in every inch of her skin. She almost even taste it. A shiver went through her spine as little hairs stood in thrill of the sheer power her...her child had just shown with a simple eye contact.
Her precious beautiful Danyal would grow strong and powerful. He would bring her family honor. She has brought her family honor just for bearing him.
A giddy kind if excitement overcame her uncharacteristicly as she thought about her child's future.
Singing more of that soft lullaby with slightly mad love tinging her voice that has never before sang a lullaby this sweet.
Behind the door stood a young Damian confused and frustrated as he watched his mother shower this new child with love whereas he had to beg her to stay just a little bit longer by his side til he sleep.
He looked over the new addition to the family and decided,
Damian did not like this child.
...
Saying that Ra's did not like the little interloper at first was understatement.
In fact, when he first caught wind that his daugther was fool enough to become pregnant, his blood boiled so much that he was tempted to have her killed along with the child. She was supposed to raise his heir! The one of his bloodline and the genetic material of that rebellious former apprentice of his. As is her place as a daughter. Not bear this...this bastard of dubious origin. How dare she sully his lineage!
He quickly changed his mind seeing the results of the numerous tests his daughter herself has demanded as she claimed not to have laid with anyone that would result with a child. Any child of his line would have some level of contamination from the constant exposure to the Pits, there is no doubt about this. But this... he would hesitate to call it child for that much level of contamination it might as well be a miniature version of the Pits in a mortal form!
Well this...certainly changes things.
It gave Ra's a reason to believe that this child was one that of the Pits, once he had cooled over his anger. As the Child grew up in outstanding standards and with training, it has become a sharp weapon Ra's could feel from before.
There was a little problem with the Child's tendency to go in blind rage with its form flickering to something not quite human but that was easily remedied by a few baths in the Pits. Surely, it just wanted to be near its other parent as much as it did for its Mother, his daughter, Talia. With its hair floating in flame like wisps and the green glow of it eyes is nothing less than proof that the Pits has deemed his lineage worthy of the honor to bear this Incarnation of Power a mortal body so that it may roam the living realm. Within his leash, of course. After that, it seemed to improve in bounds.
As much as Ra's tries to steal away the Child to mold it himself, it only seemed to actually listen to its Mother's word and hers alone. It would follow along her like a little puppy and bites like the devil himself whoever she points at. This would not do, no. That would be giving his daughter too much power but he supposed that would be the perks the Pits have blessed her for bearing its...child.
And his daughter seemed enamoured by the little demon child, clearly blinded by her love for it. It did not help that the child' mortal form grew up to look uncannily similar to her past lover. He guessed that the child simply form a body basing on the one person its Mother is quite fonder than most. Almost like it wanted to be liked by its Bearer. The slim yet coiled strength within the small frame, the stubborn scowl, the thick set of eyebrows, even the coloring of this child seems of like Bruce Wayne.
And she loved it.
Ra's supposed that he can see the appeal of it. A powerful child of Batman with his likely inherent prowress and skills yet without the actual blood connection, he would not have any claim to this child. And seeing the bessoted look of his daughter, she sees it too. Even before the child was born, she had been subtly suggesting that Damian is to meet his father. For training or for raising, it did not matter as they both knew that the Batman has some claim to the boy even if he was unaware of his existence. That used to be a main source of trouble for Ra's who wanted a clear succesion of power and claim for his lineage.
But in the event of the birth of Danyal Al Ghul, suddenly things have turned for the better for Ra's. He has a powerful heir and a spare. Although its strong loyalty to his daughter might be a problem, he is assured that Talia will see sense in moulding the Child into the next Great Demon Head.
What Ra's didn't expect was the Child's loyalty to its older half brother. He thought that just as Damian loathes the Child, it would do so as well. Then again, he never really knew the Child.
One day Ra's stolen away the Child for "training", a test, more like. A test of its loyalty. There shouldn't be any problems with this as these tests are something that he periodically give. To keep the Child in its place and strengthen its faith in the League. The Child has never failed a test of loyalty barring the time when it still had its rages so there shouldn't be any problems.
That is if Ra's didn't tell it to kill its Brother.if not, someone else will.
Looking up to the enormous form of the Child of 10 years of age protectively covering the bloodied body of his Brother, white floating hair sparks like a violent wild fire, big sharp black claws on glowing white hand that fades to black to its forearms, big sharp teeth taller than he is snapping at anyone coming near, spiked fin-like spines that go down to it's long dark tail as black as the void black sceleras with glowing toxic green eyes fixed upon him, and a gutteral growl that shook the very earth they were standing upon.
Ra's then knew that he has crossed a line and he would come to regret ever harming Damian Al Ghul in the prescence of the Child.
With a lick of his lips and a geniune fear of his own mortality that he hasn't felt in decades, his eyes once again gleamed in pure greed.
Oh...
He can work with this.
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Damian + Batfam POV Next
I swear I want to say that the next one would be the last one. But i also want to write more of Talia's descent to obssessive madness for Danny and how it fucks up Danny and Danny's POV growing up. Also wanna write the batfam finding out about danny and finally meeting him. So probably... not done with this yet. i just...*clenches fists* wanna fuck him up so badly
The lullaby is Nami Nami.
Also check out this cool art inspired by this fic and prompt by @canyoubethestalkertomytango
Anyway here's them tags:
@emergentpanda-blog @skulld3mort-1fan @rosecinnamonbun @ver-444 @learning-to-fly-on-my-own @dannyphantomphan @yasminerd00 @blep-23 @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @vythika96 @terzatheunderscorerima @ballzfrog-blog @readerzj @overtherose @undead-essence @justwannabecat @fisticuffsatapplebees @satoshy12 @thegatorsgoose @meira-3919 @mynameisnotlaura @gmkelz11 @chrysanthemum9484 @aph-mable @lizisipancardo @rasalghul777 @writer-extraordinaire @u-a-wizard-jamie
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dancingbabya-notes · 2 years ago
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Do you love me?
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Sometimes you’re just in your feelings and you feel a little unloved… actually it’s pretty bad. How does your boyfriend react when you ask?
(Welp here we go, I got an idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head no matter what so I just made it. I feel like this one needs a bit of a TW because it deals with feelings and I might not have grasped them right. Also I don’t know how they progressively got longer)
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Midoriya
You had been lackadaisical for at least a week, had it not been for your regenerative quirk you would have been seriously injured. But it was your fault. Or at least you think so. Finally fed up with avoiding your boyfriend, you take your blanket and crawl into his hold while he’s reading a book one day after class.
Usually he’d be training, but it was highly recommended he rest properly. He didn’t stop reading Midoriya simply adjusted his hold on the book and started patting your back as you lay on his chest. You weren’t sure how long you were there before he finally spoke.
“How are you feeling, cookie?”
Looking up at him you toyed with the words in your head a bit before finally speaking. “Do you love me?”
Midoriya looked hurt. “Of course I do. What made you think otherwise?”
Frowning you wrap your arms around him. “Everything. I don’t know, I just need to hear you say it.”
Bakugo
Granted you always felt a little sad, your only solace was your brother, and your boyfriend. Though they did disagree on the whole dating thing because of something like your don’t date your best friend’s siblings, even if they’re adopted. That wasn’t what got you down. What got you down was probably just the situation.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be helping?”
“I only if I can help otherwise I might accidentally kill someone,” you laugh hollowly.
“That’s not something to joke about, freak.”
It didn’t usually bother you. So you tried to seek out some comfort. Class A was used to seeing you walk in and either go to Ejiro or to Bakugo. Meaning no one batted an eye when you curled into Bakugo’s arm. He didn’t either, you honestly could tell if he cared.
“Do you love me?” You mumble for him to hear and he turns to you.
“The hell do you think?”
Okay. You had to admit you didn’t know what to think. Gathering a bit of water from the room you splashed it in his face before getting up.
“Oh I dunno? A clear fucking answer. I can’t read your mind Bakugo!” Your frustration and sadness was welling up. “I should never have come here.”
Storming out of the dorm, Eijiro groans. “Really? Bakubro, I know telling people how you feel isn’t your strong suit. But I’m sure they’re in their feelings since the anniversary is soon.”
Bakugo smacked himself. Of course he messed up somehow. Eventually he managed to get you to answer your phone, then shortly after talk to him away from the prying eyes of the extras where he berated you for asking such a stupid question. He cared about you, he just shoes it differently than you.
Kirishima
Let’s be honest the moment you started feeling down and even considered trying to deal with the feelings alone, Kirishima knew. He knew something was wrong and that you needed something, he didn’t know what it was but he would do anything if you asked.
So when you popped into his room while he was doing homework he put all his attention on you. Like a child you held your arms out for him and he picked you up and held you in his lap. Choosing to sit on the bed since the moment both your weight was on the chair it’d probably result in injury.
Cuddling into his hold you sniffle. “Do you love me Eijiro?”
His heart broke, because just from the sound of your voice you’d been crying before coming to him. He lifts up your face to look at him.
“Of course I do, and I’m going to tell you over,” he kisses your cheek. “And over.” The other cheek. “And over.” Your forehead. “And over again until you stop feeling like this.”
A small chuckle comes out. “Okay.”
Kaminari
You weren’t exactly the overly affectionate type especially when it came to your boyfriend. But right now you felt like you should be, and that was what tipped you off that something was wrong. 
“I don’t think-
“It’s fine, I didn’t tighten it too much.” You huff.
“But-
“I said it’s fine!” A puff of smoke blew from your teeth as you tried to reel in your quirk.
“Y/N, that’s enough. You’re being a bigger danger to others than Mei. Go back to the dorms and cool off,” power loader scolds.
Taking your bag you left reluctantly. Who just happened to be walking by? Kaminari. Trying to abscond you couldn’t avoid him.
“Hey baby.” His arm wrapped around your waist and you couldn’t even think to push him away.
Maybe you’re just tired. “Hello love.”
“How have you been lately? I haven’t seen much of you.” He smiles. “I mean I don’t spend to much time with you usually but-
“I-
You look at your boyfriend and decide now is a better time to ask. “Denki, do you love me?”
He froze. It was like his brain was on dialup and someone just picked up the landline. Waving your hand in his face you try to see if the aliens will give your boyfriend back.
“Look you don’t have to answer, I’ve just been feeling a little low lately. Usually I try to solve shit like this on my own but since you’re also involved and I care what you think about me or how you feel about me I jus-
He covers your mouth and hugs you. “Is that even a question? Do I love you?” Kaminari sighs. “Baby I’m in love with you. Now if you’re feeling unloved let me know what I can do to make you feel all my love.”
You laugh a bit pushing him off. “Okay lover boy. We still have things to do.”
You both walked together for a bit before saying,
“Thanks.”
Todoroki
Todoroki wasn’t an expert on other’s feelings. His usual solution to complicated feelings was to eat soba or use his quirks until he got tired. So when he saw you with your wings practically dragging behind you, he didn’t need to understand feelings that much to know. You weren’t feeling well.
Not to mention being in different areas made it a lot harder to talk often. What was getting you down though? Stress. Probably older sibling problems. That didn’t help because you were also a younger sibling. But that’s what happens when you’re one of twelve.
The last straw for Todoroki was probably when you, someone with the ability to fly, fell. “Are you okay?”
“No.” Like a mentos in a soda bottle you shot off. Explaining to Todoroki your recent fears and feelings as of late with all the news not to mention the dangers of his job versus yours.
“Do you love me?” You finally finished off feeling practically empty.
“Yes.”
Todoroki takes your hand in his. “I do love you, just like how you told me you loved me.”
“I doubt taking someone’s pain away and telling them you love them is the same as this. But thank you, Shoto.”
Mirio
Everyone could feel your emotions. Despite your best efforts you weren’t exactly skilled at not using your emotions to control your quirk. At least you knew it worked in the opposite direction. It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel sad, or down but it was usually other people’s emotions and you’d probably get over it later.
But for some reason since it was your own feelings it was much, much worse. It didn’t help that you fought with your dad too.
Dropping your support items you glare. “I never asked to be trained to shoot. You did that all on your own.”
“Y/n, don’t you start with-
“I wish you’d never adopted us! Maybe at least I’d have a reason to feel angry or upset.” You took off returning to your room.
Entering through your balcony you left your shoes outside. You wanted to huddle in your room and possibly cry if that was the type of feeling you were feeling. But a knock at the door broke that train of thought.
“Birdy, is everything okay? You don’t usually make others feel angry or upset,” hearing your boyfriend on the other side of the door you stand up.
If you don’t let him in he’ll invite himself in.
“No.”
Mirio didn’t need much past you weren’t feeling well. “Do you want a hug, or do you want me to help you forget whatever it is?”
“A hug.”
He was big so that meant his hugs were extra comforting. You had to keep yourself from crying too loudly as you held onto him. Trails of incoherent babbling string from your mouth but he could pick up on one. “Do you even love me?”
He frowned at this. “Birdy, first I want you to look at me.”
“Hmm?”
“Do not ever doubt my love for you. If I don’t love you then I’d let you know and do my best to make the break up easy. But I can say without a doubt that I love you.”
This started you crying again. “But how could you love someone like me? related to a criminal. My quirk is…”
“Stop that. Now what did I just say?” Mirio asks.
“That you love me.”
“Good. Let’s go, when was the last time you ate?” He grabs your hand pulling you back into the hall.
Amajiki
Amajiki was always nervous about how you ended up with him. So when you weren’t feeling your best it was a little more obvious to him.
“Y/n.”
You were used to the feeling of needles going into thread to pull it back up again.
“Y/n.”
So why didn’t it feel right?
“For fucks sake. Yagi y/n!”
Confused, you look down seeing that the thread has finished. “Oops.”
Your classmates sigh. “Get out. I don’t know what’s wrong with you today but go figure it out away from all the sharp things.”
You had to admit, your bleeding hand was a compelling argument. “Right.”
Why were you feeling like this? Maybe it was how quickly people turned on your dad, the world loved him and got upset with him when he couldn’t save them. As his child the same thing could happen to you, maybe you wouldn’t feel like this if your big brother wasn’t working to help outside.
Frowning you curl into your bed, hugging the stuffed animals you kept for comfort. “I shouldn’t bother him, he's probably training.”
Holding your phone in your hand you tried to tell yourself it’s a bad idea but the phone rang. Picking it up you answered reluctantly.
“Hey? What’s up?” Forcing your voice to be happy wasn’t working.
“What’s wrong, lovely?”
Pouting you bury your face in your stuffed animals. Your voice was muffled as you spoke.
“I can’t hear-
Lifting your face you finally say. “Do you love me? Would you love me if I couldn’t use my quirk anymore? Would you leave without telling me anything? Wo-
“Lovely.”
“I’m sorry.” You mumble.
“Whatever you’re feeling I feel that all the time. What if you don’t love me, what if your feelings change. But you’re always right there telling me how much you love me.” Amajiki took a moment to breathe. “I love you and if you need anything let me know.”
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writingmia · 1 year ago
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percy jackson/heroes of olympus love languages headcanons
In honour of the teaser trailer and the show release date, I have relapsed into my Percy Jackson addiction, so here are some of my headcanons for the characters and their love languages.
Authors Note: This are my personal headcanons for my interpretation of the characters, but I'd love to have a discussion if you disagree with me. I have tried my best to avoid putting physical touch as the main love language of any character, not because I find it less valid than others, but because I see a fair amount of mistyping with physical touch, since majority of people in love tends to want to have physical contact with their partner. Finally, these are non-specific, so you can apply them either for ships or as imagines with you and the characters.
English isn't my first language, so please beware.
Warnings: none
Percy Jackson: quality time/words of affirmation Percy's love languages were influenced by Sally Jackson herself, and the way she raised Percy. He didn't get to spend a lot of time with his mother, the one person he cared about the most, for in the first years of his life, so it became natural for him to treasure every second he had with her. This continued on when he found out he was a half-blood, especially with the dangers that come with the job and the constant knowledge that he or the people he cared about might not make it to tomorrow. Spending time with the people he cares about, no matter what they're doing, is one of the main ways he shows his love. Furthermore, he is very vocal with his affection towards his loved ones. He isn't scared to verbalize his appreciation for them, to praise them for their achievements or to verbally reassure them, much like Sally did for him growing up
Leo Valdez: acts of service/gifts When Leo cares about someone, he takes care of them almost subconsciously. He doesn't really think about the fact that he constantly does small things for the people he cares about - it comes naturally. He knows their favourite snacks so he can always have them at hand, he fixes their weapons or devices or whatever needs fixing without them needing to ask. On an equal level with that, he is also constantly making little gifts for his loved ones to make their life easier. A new weapon with the perfect balance for them? He made it immediately after hearing their weapon was causing them issues. He finds out what their favourite flower is? He's giving them a small bouquet of them, made from scrap metal he found lying around and just fiddled with without even thinking about it. He just wants to make the life of the people around him easier and he'll go to great lengths to do that
Annabeth Chase: quality time/acts of service Annabeth is a busy woman. She's always in a rush, always has a project to work on, a duty to fulfill, a place to be and people to please. So the way her loved ones know how much she cares about them is because she manages to find time to spend with them. They might not even be doing anything important, just sitting by the lake or in their cabin, not even speaking to one another, with Annabeth consumed by another project or a book, but she has found the time to go and be with that person. Even more, if she stops something she undoubtedly has to do, just to help out a person she cares about with a task or something else that gives them trouble, that is someone she is ready to die for. If you're anyone else and you try to bother Annabeth Chase, you can bet you'll end with a knife in the throat or, somehow worse, with the worst death glare you have ever experienced
Hazel Levesque: physical touch I find Hazel with a love language physical touch a fascinating concept because of the way she was raised. When she was a child, things were a lot more conservative, so casual touching isn't something that was implemented often. Still to this day, Hazel would sometimes get flustered or uncomfortable by PDA, so the fact that she shows affection to people by finding small reasons to touch them is something so special to me. Whether it would be a pat on the back after a job well done, casually grabbing a person's arm while telling a story to keep them engaged or sitting thigh to thigh when it's not strictly necessary, Hazel would find these little excuses to hold contact with her loved ones for just a bit longer, and while in the beginning she was very unsure of that, with time she had grown more confident and comfortable in showing affection
Those are my headcanons for now. Please feel free to share yours in the comments, I would love a discussion! If you want me to post more headcanons I have for the characters, or if you want me to do the love languages they live to receive, please let me know!
All from me for tonight, - mia
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the-badger-mole · 1 year ago
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I feel like I don't harp on Aang's lack of leadership skills enough. I can already hear people cracking their knuckles to type out some long diatribe about how it's unfair to judge Aang's leadership because he's a kid. Let me stop you right there. As with his lack of respect for consent and his lack of preparation to deal with Ozai, his age is irrelevant because the framing of Aang would have us believe that he's right. The show wants us, the audience, to see Aang as clever and wise beyond his years. To say I can't be too hard on Aang because he's a child flies directly in the face of what the writers intended. So, step away from the keyboard and let me finish, alright?
Bet.
When I think of Aang as a leader, the episode that comes to mind is The Great Divide. Someone recently brought this up to me as an example of Aang being a Trickster type. I disagree. I think Aang is more of an Innocent than a Trickster, but I get how someone might see him as either *. It doesn't make him a great leader, in any case. In fact, it supports my theory that he's a bad leader. His actions in TGD show that he is far more interested in taking the easy way out than in any real sort of conflict resolution, which in a world looking for guidance post war is...not a great attitude to have. This is the most egregious example of his lack of conflict resolution skills, but it's not the only example of this. He also looks for the easy fix when Katara and Toph are fighting (although, this is interestingly actually framed as a misstep for him. A box of Mars bars to Bryke for that, I guess). It would be fine if this was acknowledged as a short-coming in him, but the way TGD ends, it's supposed to make Aang look clever. (P.S. there's NO way those groups didn't go right back to fighting, because that's not how conflict works).
Bryke could have left that alone and just have more examples of Aang being a good leader in the rest of the series or in the comics, but seeing as they don't seem to understand why Aang isn't the wonderful person they frame him to be, I get why there's not a whole lot of growth in him. Speaking of the comics, remember that time that Aang jumped on board with anti-miscegenation without considering the consequences? Remember how the only reason he changed his mind is because he would be personally affected by it? Yeah...
So, in the comics, Aang meets a group of wanna be Acolytes who studied Air Nomad customs and wanted to actually live them out. They shaved their heads and painted on some tattoos, and Aang was all about it...until he realized that it wasn't paint, they had actually gotten the tattoos, and at that point, he feels insulted. Mind you, he wasn't insulted about his culture being used as cosplay. He was mad that they misunderstood the significance of the tattoos and in their misguided attempts they did something they weren't supposed to. I'm not saying he was wrong to be upset, per se, I'm just saying that cultural appropriation is probably something that the creators of Avatar: The Last Airbender are out of their depths on. Well, this incident sours him on the idea of mixing cultures and in his anger, he jumps right to anti-miscegenation.
Let me repeat that. Avatar Aang, who is supposed to represent all peoples, got angry at some well-intentioned, but severely misguided girls, and decided that the solution would be to support policies that would literally tear apart families. Then he only walked that back because he wouldn't be able to keep Katara. It wasn't him realizing how much damage he would do to other people. It wasn't him understanding that the issue he's trying to solve requires more delicate handling than simply saying "everyone go back to where you came from". It was his selfishness that saved the day (sort of? I think annexing a part of the Earth Kingdom to make pseudo-New York was...questionable at best).
These are the two biggest, if not only examples of the type of leader Aang is. In both cases, his solution had more to do with him, his personal convenience, his feelings, than any thought of how best serve the people looking to him to lead. They are not presented as issues with his leadership, highlighting the ways he needs to grow into his role. The solutions he comes up with are presented as examples of his cleverness and wisdom, but actually, they just show how he leads based on what's best for him. The people of Planet Avatar ** are subject to Aang's whims and how much work he feels like putting in on a given day. But the people he's leading are supposed to think he's a Big Dang Hero. In a better written story, this would be the beginning of a villain arc.
*(btw, it is still The Year of Content ™️©️®️, so probably expect another post in the future about why I think Aang is more in line with the Innocent than the Trickster. Maybe. We'll see...)
** (is there a name for that world in the fandom? Can we come up with one? Planet Avatar is incredibly lame.)
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perpetualproductions · 5 months ago
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Never Be The Same- Chapter 7
All For Us
- Jordan, Emma, and Marie confront Andre, demanding an explanation in regards to his new job.
(Title song: All For Us by Labrinth & Zendaya)
[a/n: This one's a little bit heavy. Tears may have been shed. But I love angst so we ride.]
CW: mentions of drug use, cigarettes, sense of betrayal, emotional hurt.
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Bad Habits. Everyone has them. Jordan has their fair share of bad habits, though, some people might call them something else; dependencies, unhealthy coping mechanisms, whatever the fuck. But Jordan prefers to call them bad habits, cause everyone has them, it's only human.
So, there Jordan sits in the driver's seat of their Dark Blue 2018 Honda Civic, partaking in one of their many bad habits. They were meant to be getting gas, which they did, but instead of heading straight back home, they found themselves parked in the middle of an empty parking lot, windows rolled down, and a lit cigarette in hand. 
They sat there in female form, taking a drag as they stared off in the distance, contemplating on all the shit going on in their life right now. Even though she wasn't there, they could already hear Marie's voice telling them off about their “nasty habit” as she'd put it, and it's not like they disagree either. It really is an ugly habit that developed as an adolescent act of rebellion, which only became more frequent the more they realized how shitty life was to deal with sober. They had tried to quit a few times since then, only picking it back up when they had a particularly shitty day, but by college “quitting” was really just doing other drugs in place of it. As long as it took the edge off it worked for Jordan.
The longest they'd gone sober (besides a couple drinks and a blunt every now and again. It's not like they were an actual addict.) was when Marie and Emma convinced them to do so a month after Godolkin fell. They actually kept it up for a while too. Marie being there was a big help. With her, they honestly didn't really feel much of a need to get high or drunk. She was more than enough to make them feel good and content with their life. That did of course all change with recent events. 
Since Marie moved away, they did find themselves smoking weed a bit more than usual. But that was just weed, not like it was cigarettes or coke or whatever, and they were also back in school and weed always helped them unwind after a particularly stressful week. But now, Andre's in the Seven, and Vought's back on their radar, and as much as they didn't want to (especially with Marie back in town), they needed something to keep them from fucking exploding. So while they were at the gas station, they bought a pack along with Gatorade, gum, and some car air fresheners, and drove to an empty parking lot by a construction site that they used to frequent (with Andre, actually… fuck).
They just couldn't catch a fucking break, could they? Frustrated, they put out the cigarette and threw it out the window, the entire pack following after it. They chugged some Gatorade, popped a stick of gum, hung up one of those silly tree shaped car air fresheners, and made their way back home.
Later that day, Jordan found themselves back at that same parking lot. Except this time, Marie and Emma were in the car with them. It was dark out, the sun having set not too long ago. Jordan sat in the driver's seat in their female form, all their nervous energy manifesting as incessant finger tapping. Jordan's eyes flickered around from mirror to mirror, watching and waiting for a certain someone to show up. 
“Can you please stop with the fucking finger tapping? It's a steering wheel, not a fucking drum.” Emma exclaimed from the backseat, clearly annoyed. 
“Well, sorry if I'm a bit on edge, Emma! How about you leave me the fuck alone?” Jordan snapped back, the tense energy getting to them.
“Hey! How about we all just fucking breathe for a second, yeah?” Marie interrupted from the passenger side. She turned to look between the two of them. “We're all on edge, alright? But it's almost 10:30 so let's get our shit together before Andre shows up, okay?” 
“Fine.”
“Fine.” 
Jordan and Emma mutter in unison. Jordan stops their tapping and Emma leans back against the window and takes a breath.
Marie reaches over and gently places a hand on Jordan's knee, looking into their eyes once she has their attention. “Hey, it is going to be alright, you know.”
Jordan sighs and nods their head. “Yeah, I know. I'm just… I don't know.” They shake off the thought of how they really feel about this situation. Facing someone they considered a close friend, the third close friend that they would lose within the past year. It was just too much and they really didn't want to think about it. 
Marie nods understandingly. “It's okay. I get it. Just remember, you're not doing this alone. Emma and I are right here, and we're all in this together.”
Jordan looks forward, biting their lip a bit to hold back a smile. But they couldn't help the small breathy laugh that escaped.
Marie gives them a confused look, “What?” she asks, curiously.
“It's nothing, really. Just- just ignore me.” Jordan says, still trying to hold their laughs in.
“No, tell me! Come on, why are you laughing?” She nudges them lightly. “Was it my speech?” 
Jordan clears their throat in attempts to recompose themselves, looking back at Marie. “No, your speech was great, babe! Very comforting. It's just…” another chuckle escapes as Jordan explains themselves. “You said “We're all in this together” and all I could think about was fucking High School Musical.” A smile makes its way onto Jordan's face. “I was laughing at myself, okay? Not you.”
“Dude! I fucking LOVED High School Musical as a kid! That was my shit!” Emma exclaims from the back seat, leaning forward to be included in the conversation.
Marie can't help the smile that makes it onto her face, mirroring Jordan's. Hell, seeing Jordan's smile always made her want to smile just as big. She lets out a chuckle. “It was kinda silly, wasn't it.”
“Maybe a little bit.” Jordan answers, glad Marie was laughing along now. “It did help break the tension.” 
“Seriously guys, when are we doing a High School Musical marathon? We need to do one!” Emma pleaded, but they were all interrupted when a pair of headlights appeared in front of them.
As the lights turned off they finally recognized the car in front of them as Andres. Everyone went silent, the previously light atmosphere now replaced with the same tension from before. Jordan shifted to their male form before taking a deep breath.
They watch as Andre steps out of the black Audi R8 convertible. Once out, he raises his hands to show that he means no harm. Marie looks back to the others in the car. “We ready?”
“As ready as I can be.” Emma replied.
Jordan nods, eyes still looking at and around Andre to make sure he was really alone. “Here goes fucking nothing.” They say, opening the car door and stepping out, Marie and Emma following after.
“You alone?” Jordan asks as they scan the area. 
“As alone as I can be.” Andre responds with a shrug. 
Jordan just stares at Andre, making it clear that they weren't here to fuck around. “Yeah, I'm alone.” Andre says, dropping the sarcastic tone. 
Jordan glances over at Marie, who nods her head, confirming that Andre was telling the truth. The three friends stand side by side, facing Andre who's standing in front of his car. “You care to explain why you fucking betrayed us?” Jordan blurted out, disdain clear in their voice. 
Marie turns to look at them, placing a hand on their shoulder. “Hey, we said we'd leave the accusations for after he explains himself.” Marie mutters.
“No, it's fine Marie. I get it. I will explain myself and hopefully you guys can understand that I did this for you.” Andre voiced. Jordan scoffs, shaking their head, but opting to listen to Marie and remain silent. 
Marie takes her eyes off of Jordan and looks to Andre. “Just explain what happened, Andre.” Marie spoke, clearly tired of the conflict. She just wants to know why Andre did what they did. There was no taking it back at this point, and she was really hoping she wouldn't be losing a friend here.
Andre clears his throat and prepares to tell his side of the story. “A few months ago I was visiting my dad, and as I was leaving a woman came up to me and told me that Ashley Barrett wanted to talk to me. And of course I was fucking shocked, cause why the hell would the CEO of Vought want to talk to me? After months of visiting my dad there, no one bothered me- no one bothered us, and I didn't know what to do so I said no.” Andre takes a breath, running a hand over his hair. “But then, she mentioned how apparently, Ashley was the one paying to keep my dad alive this whole time.”
Andre looks away, wringing his hands together, nervously. He clears his throat again to distract from the emotion rising in his chest. “They said they could've, and probably should've pulled the plug by now. But Ashley kept him plugged in, and even paid a whole fucking team of scientists to find a cure for this thing.” Andre gestures to his head. 
“Fuck… that sucks.” Emma comments, earning a small chuckle from Andre. 
“Yeah, it fucking does.” Andres eyes are watery, his voice rough from the knot in his throat. 
“So is that why you did it? They're holding your dad over your head as leverage?” Marie asks. Just the idea of Vought doing something like that to Andre pisses her off. 
“Not exactly. When I went up to talk with Ashley she mentioned that my dad's most likely not gonna make it. ‘He's too far gone’ “ Andre said with air quotes. “But by keeping him alive, they could hopefully figure out a cure for me.” Andre explained.
“So it is all about you then? You agreed to join The Seven just so you could use your powers again? And you're not even sure if they'll actually find a way to cure your fucked up head!” Jordan accused, switching into their female form. 
“That's not the only reason! I'm doing this for us. You think I wanna be in The Seven?” Andre retorts.
“Oh, what a fucking sacrifice!” Jordan shouts back. They take a step forward, Andre mirroring the move, and both Emma and Marie go to pull Jordan back.
“How about we don't fight in the middle of a fucking parking lot?” Emma notes as she and Marie make sure there's distance between Jordan and Andre. 
“Yeah, how about we talk like adults instead of fighting like fucking children?” Marie adds. 
Jordan and Andre stare at each other for a moment before relenting. They both take a breath, Andre avoiding eye contact as Jordan continues to glare at them. “Finish the damn story, Andre.” Marie mutters tiredly.
Andre straightens himself out, and continues talking. “Long story short, I talked with Ashley, and she was really fucking weird and intense. She said if I joined The Seven, then Vought would keep leaving you guys alone, so I fucking agreed, okay? Cause yeah, Jordan, it's not that bad of a sacrifice. It's a good deal. I just have to look pretty for Vought and you guys get to live your fucking lives!” Andre exclaimed, leaving the group in a relative silence for a few seconds. 
Jordan continues to stare at Andre, listening to his every word. They didn't know what to think. They hated Andre for folding so easily, walking back into that world like they never left. They also understood wanting to keep Vought out of the others' lives. Marie and Emma especially had bright futures ahead of them that could all come tumbling down if Vought wanted it to. But for the Tenth time in their life, they felt abandoned, left behind to deal with the pain while the others got to move on. 
Jordan felt tears start to prick up but forced them back as they switched back to their male form. “We didn't ask you to do that! You just agreed on the spot and didn't even think about how we would feel about it! I mean, what did you expect from us? After you told your sad little story about how your dad's dying, and now you have to do what you've been trained to do your whole fucking life; being Vought's little bitch!” Everyone looked at Jordan, shocked at their outburst, but Jordan wasn't done. 
They stepped closer to Andre, Marie and Emma throwing themselves in between Jordan and Andre. Marie tried pushing Jordan back, but she might as well be pushing against a brick wall. “What did you expect, huh? You want us to feel bad for you? Say thank you? Thank you, Andre, thanks so much for signing a fucking million dollar contract with a corrupt business, to run around and play fucking hero!” 
“Jordan, stop! Blowing up isn't gonna fix anything!” Marie pleaded, still standing in their way as they continued to walk towards Andre. 
Andre just shook their head, “Nah, you know what? Fuck this. This was clearly a mistake.” Andre turned around and began to walk back to their car. 
Jordan scoffed, “Of course you give up already. Just walking away like a fucking coward! Is this not worth fighting for, Andre? Too fucking difficult for you?” Jordan shouts as Andre makes it to their car door, unlocking the vehicle. 
Andre just bites their tongue. They know there's no winning with Jordan when they're this upset. Maybe they can try again later. 
“I thought we were friends!” Jordan yelled out, eyes watering as their emotions got to them. They wouldn't admit it, but they didn't want Andre to walk away. Basically pleading for him to stay even though they were berating him. 
Andre stops just as they were about to climb into the car. He looks up at Jordan, tears present on his face. He shuts the car door, pocketing the keys and walking over to Jordan, standing a couple feet in front of them. “We are friends, Jordan.” Andre states. 
“Friends don't do this, Andre! They don't abandon you!-” Jordan shouts but is interrupted by Andre. 
“I'm not abandoning you!” Andre declared. 
“Yes you fucking are! You're leaving me behind just like everyone else did!” Tears begin to fall down Jordan's face. Emma and Marie look at each other and silently agree to step back and let the two friends work through their stuff. 
Jordan runs their sleeve across their face, trying to erase the tears, but they keep falling. They clear their throat, attempting to loosen the knot that formed. “You know, when I first met you in my freshman year, I thought you were just another stuck up rich kid that didn't actually give a shit about school, and was just there to fuck around and party. And I was right.” Jordan takes a breath, looking Andre in the eyes. “But you were also the first person to not give a shit about the whole bigender thing. Even before Brink. You were the first person to not give a shit that I was a guy sometimes and a girl at other times.” 
Andre slowly nods as they recall first meeting Jordan, which felt like fucking ages ago at this point. More tears began to stream down his face. “You introduced me to Luke and Cate, taught me how to properly party, and humored me when I'd ramble off on whatever bullshit was happening. You were my first real friend Andre… So why?” Their voice broke as they spoke to Andre. 
Jordan's face was wet with tears, and raw with emotion as they stared back at Andre. “Why didn't you come to me? Why did you just walk away, right into their arms like it was easy? Why didn't you fight harder?” Jordan pleaded, their voice breathy and broken, just above a whisper. 
Andre shakes their head, wiping some tears away and shrugging his shoulders. “I don't know. It seemed like the right thing to do. My dad's dying and I don’t know what I'm gonna do once he does.” Andre couldn't help but laugh at his situation. The laugh was so misplaced, you would have thought he was losing it. “You're right, Jordan, I have nothing going on for me! My whole life, everything I was taught, was to prepare me for this. All I'm good for is running around, playing superhero, and smiling at the camera, so that's what I'm doing! Me being Voughts bitch was inevitable, I thought the least I could do was spare you guys the same fate.” Andre was so tired from their rant, the tears and shouting taking a toll on them.
Jordan looked at Andre, trying to process what they said. They didn't know if there was anything they could say at this point. They didn't feel satisfied with their answers, but they realized if they threw out more words, they'd just be going in circles, the point getting lost in the chaos. So they surrender… 
“Okay.” Jordan nods, accepting his answer. They turn around before Andre can say anything, and walk away. They've fought hard enough.
Jordan goes to open the driver's side door, but Marie stops their movements with a gentle hand on the shoulder. “Is it okay if I drive back?” She speaks softly.
As if they lost all the fight in them, they nod and walk over to the passenger side. They shift into their female form as they climb in, buckling their seat belt and leaning their head against the window. Emma climbs into the back and Marie gets into the driver's seat. She glanced over at Jordan, then back towards Emma, who just shrugs tiredly at her. Marie looks forward, starts the car, and drives off.
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That was a fun chapter to write, honestly. Big thanks to @paperdoll201 💜 as always for reading it over and giving very helpful feedback. Tears were shed, lol. But yeah, big thanks to everyone who has read this far. I have one more fully written chapter left that I will post next Saturday. After that, it's guesswork for when the next chapter comes. But yeah, I'll keep you all updated ofc. Thanks for reading!!
Much love, 😎👍❤️
-PB
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heckylapologist · 11 months ago
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TW: Shawn, Racism, Ableism, Manipulation
Hello everyone. I didn't want to make this post, but I feel like it's finally time i speak out about this horrible person. They go by @shawnthevampire on here. She is very popular within the Jacksepticeye community and she is a horrible person. She is Racist, Ableist, narcissistic and manipulative. This is gonna take a while..
Shawn is manipulative. She lies and gaslights people to get her own way. She once lied about one of my friends to try to convince me that he didn't care about me, saying things like "He's a rich shit" and "Why would a rich shit care about a couple of poor, mentally disabled biological females?" She did this a lot. She manipulates and lies, and then deletes all evidence of it every happening. Not to mention if your trauma is not the exact same as hers, she will invalidate it either to your face or behind your back. Personal experience: I was having a panic attack and she said it was amusing.
She silences anyone who disagrees with her. On Discord, if you say something she doesn't like? Timeout. Try to diffuse an argument? Timeout. I once got timed out for a week because I was defending my brother from her bullying. But she got rid of it a few hours later. You cannot say ANYTHING to her that she doesn't like, or.. doesn't have. If there is something she doesn't/can't have or something she just doesn't like, You can't talk about it. One time me and my friends were talking about "Amanda the Adventurer" and she banned us from talking about it all together because she didn't like it! She abused her power so much, and the changed the rules to her own server so it was convenient for her. For example, She could talk about politics but if you tried to it was against the rules and you weren't allowed.
She's abelist. Shawn will probably deny this as she is autistic, but being autistic does not give you an excuse to being abelist. I had one person tell me how she made fun of them for being hard of hearing. And there is a whole tumblr thread where she got involved in an argument over the Jacksepticeye ego character, Jameson Jackson. She says she hates her brother all because he's more autistic than her so he needs to be taken care of a little more. She went on a whole rant about how much she hates her brother and her parents, who bend over backwards to her will and anything she wants. She treats the people close to her like shit and with disrespect with no regard to the fact that they are human and have feelings too.
She is racist. Oh ho ho ho. Shawn is racist. Because why wouldn't she stop at being abelist? I have a couple of examples. On roblox she said to someone "Bro is black Irl" because they were apparently harassing her. Then she tried to defend it when called out by saying that "History is built up on racism" and that people should be used to racsim by now. The second example is she defends the infamous app "Temu" like she is the creator herself. After me and my friends sent her multiple piece of evidence that Temu still people's data, she just turns a blind eye and has blocked people over it. When defending the app she said, and I quote, "Also, if the USA truly cared about our Internet safety, they'd stop allowing apps from other countries to be approved onto the app store". And that this was all because Temu is a Chinese company, and that all the products are cheap and "suspicious" is because its a Chinese company.
Boundaries aren't a thing to her. If you are uncomfortable by a joke she's making and you tell her, she just thinks it's funny and does it more. These mainly include sexu@l jokes. And uh, here's a personal experience. I had a crush on a friend and I told her about it, she proceeded to give me a deadline to tell them my feelings and then decided to tell them behind my back anyway.
This is just on Discord and a couple things on Tumblr. She also caused things on Wattpad but I don't have the patience or energy to get into that.
Please do not go and bully Shawn or anyone involved in this situation. If people need proof, I'll post it on Twitter. Thank you everyone.
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empressofthesunwriter · 5 months ago
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Kill La Hero: 10
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In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!
(But not too closely please!)
MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!
Chapter 10: Attack on the USJ!
On the water fountain formed a black-purple vortex.
Out of it looked someone who had a severed hand on his face.
What the...?!
"Gather together and don't move!", commanded Aizawa-Sensei. "Thirteen, protect the students!"
Out of the vortex stepped the strange guy with the hand on his face and a lot of other people.
Kirishima wondered if this was like the entrance exam.
Aizawa-sensei disagreed: "Those are villains."
All the young heroes-to-be gasped in shock.
Oh no, what would happen now?!
"Thirteen... and Eraser Head, huh?", said the black purple vortex. A shadow head with long yellow eyes formed. "The teacher's schedule we received the other day said that All Might was also supposed to be here."
"The trespassing the other day was the work of these scumbags after all, huh?", though Aizawa-Sensei aloud.
The creepy guy with served hands all over told in a shocking calm voice, how disappointed he was that All Might was nowhere when he brought so many friends and he wondered if he killed the students if All Might would come.
All the young heroes-to-be gasped in fright, while Thirteen stood protective before them and Aizawa-Sensei got ready to battle.
Michi felt a deep sense of foreboding and fear.
So this was what the Pro-Heroes and one day she, Izuku and all the others would have to fight.
Pure incarnated evil!
"What? Villains? No way!", gasped Kirishiman in disbelief. "There's no way they could get into a hero school!"
"Well if we are not all mass-hallucinating you better believe it.", joked Michi because of her nerves.
Izuku took her hand and squeezed it tight.
Thankful for the little comfort she squeezed back.
"Sensei, what about the trespasser sensors?", asked Momo Thirteen.
Good question!
"We have them, of course, but..."
"Did they only appear here, or around the whole school?.", finished Shoto the sentences. "Either way, if the sensors are not responding that means they have someone with a Quirk that can do that. An isolated area separated from the main campus during a time when a class is supposed to be here. They might be fools, but they're not dumb. This surprise attack was carefully planned with some sort of goal in mind."
All got more frightened hearing this.
However, Michi had to add something: "I heard how the creepy dude with all served hands over his body said something about All Might. Could he be their target, their goal?"
"Possible, but why?", agreed Shoto.
Aizawa-Sensei asked Thirteen to start to evacuate the class and call the school.
If the villains could fool the sensors, there had to be one with a Quirk who could do this.
Then he asked Denki to try with his Quirk to contact the school too.
"Yessir."
"What about you, sir?", shouted Izuku worried. "Will you fight by yourself? With that many, even if you can erase their Quirks...Eraser Head's fighting style is capturing after erasing the enemy's Quirk. A frontal battle is..."
Calmly their teacher told them how a hero needed one more trick up his sleeve, with a last plaid to Thirteen to protect the class, he jumped into the fray of villains.
It was incredible!
Aizawa-Sensei used his scarf to bond and the same time erased the Quirks of the villains.
He was fast and agile.
Thanks to his glasses no villain knew who's Quirk he erased at the moment so the teamwork was practically null.
In awe, Izuku looked on.
"Wow, Aizawa-Sensei is actually good at fighting by himself against a lot of people, huh?"
"Izu-Chan no time for analysing.", reminds Michi, dragging him by the hand to their fleeing classmates. "We need to get out of here!"
"O-Of course!"
They were nearly at the exit as the shadow guy appeared before them.
"I won't let you. Nice to meet you. We are the League of Villains. It may be presumptuous of us but we have invited ourselves into the home of the heroes, U.A. High School in order to have All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take his last breath."
"I freaking know it!", whisper-shouted Michi.
Still, it didn't make her feel good about being right.
Shadow-Figure wondered if there was some kind of change since All Might wasn't with them, however at this moment Kirishima and Bakugo attacked him!
After the big explosion created by Bakugo, Kirishima told cool: "Did you consider that you'd get beaten by us before you did it?!"
"Oh dear, that's dangerous.", mussed the shadow villain and reformed. Looks like Bakugo and Kirishima didn't even make a scratch. "That's right. Even if you are students, you are excellent golden eggs."
"This is bad!", shouted Thirteen, getting his Quirk ready. "Move away, you two!"
"My job is to scatter you all and torture you to death!"
With these words, Purple Shadow Guy expanded over the class and Thirteen.
It felt like they were in a tornado!
Suddenly Michi felt how someone grabbed her.
It was Tenya with Ochaco in his other arm.
The three stared in disbelief and fear for their classmates at the purpled dome.
"Izuku! Izuku is still there!", shouted Michi and wanted to run back in, however, Tenya and Ochaco held her by the arms.
"No it's way too dangerous!", reminded Tenya.
"Please Michi-Chan stay with us!", begged Ochaco.
"I know all in your screams to save the boy.", said also Ares. "But you wouldn't even find him in this dense fog. Stay with your other friends."
Tears sprung in Michi's eyes and she shouted: "Damn it!"
Ochaco hugged her in comfort, and Michi laid her head on her friend's shoulder.
The Shadow Villain turned back into his shadow form and nearly everyone was gone.
Besides Michi, Tenya and Ochaco, Thirteen, Mina, Sero and Shoji were still at the entrance.
There was only one way out of this situation and hopefully, find the others.
Fight!
So Thirteen stood before Shadow-Villain, while Shoji, Tenya, Michi and Sero got ready to fight with the Pro-Hero.
Mina and Ochaco stayed behind them all.
"Shouji! Is everyone here? Can you check?", asked Tenya the boy with the many tentacle-like limbs.
"Everyone's scattered, but they're all in this building."
All breathed a sigh of relief.
At least something!
"Damn it, physical attacks can't hit him, and he can warp things. His Quirk's the worst!", grumbled Sero.
Thirteen seemed to think for a second before he told Tenya, their class rep, to get out of the building and get the other Pro-Heroes since this would be faster than searching for the person who interfered with the sensory and smartphones.
"But it would be a disgrace as a class rep to leave everyone behind—"
"Iida Tenya, go!", shouted Mich and got into her preferred Kung-Fu stance, Ares got ready to boost her body. "Think, the villains are only here inside, this means the alarms outside still work."
Sero stepped beside her, getting ready to fight too.
"As long as you go outside, they won't follow you! Blow away this fog with your legs!"
"Use your Quirk in order to save others!", added Thirteen.
"I can totally support you like I did in the cafeteria!", said Ochaco with Mina nodding along. "I will! Please, class rep!"
Finally, Tenya got himself ready to run out of the building.
Shadow Villain mocked them for how stupid they were to talk about their plan before him, as Thirteen told him it didn't matter if he heard or not.
Thirteen then started to use his Quirk Black Hole to suck Shadow Villain into his body.
"Black Hole, which sucks up everything and turns it all to dust. I see. That is an astounding Quirk.", mussed Shadow Villain, like the Quirk of Thirteen did nothing to him. "However, Thirteen, you are a hero who works to rescue people from disasters. As expected your battle experience is less than half of that of a normal hero!"
He lets a Warp Gate appear behind Thirteen, which sucks now Thirteen in and ribs open his back.
Thirteen falls on the ground, defeated.
Michi and the others can just look on in shock.
What should they do?!
"Tenya, come on, run!", shouts Michi. "This is your chance!"
Finally, Tenya runs, but of course, Shadow Villain doesn't won't that he calls the other Pro-Heroes for help.
So he makes a Warp Gate appear before Tenya. Coming to his help is Shoji, embracing the Warp Gate and begging Tenya to go!
Of course, Shadow Villain won't let this happen and tries to catch Tenya, however, Ochaco noted the metal-like necklace he wore.
So she grapes it and makes him float.
"I don't know the theory behind it, but if he's wearing something like this then it must mean he has a physical body!", shouts Ochaco and throws Shadow Villain into the air. "Go, Tenya!"
Finally, Tenya reaches the door and tries to open it.
Shadow Villain comes after him again, and now Sero catches him with his tape on the necklace.
Michi grabs the tape and turns herself fast round and round, then lets the villain fly so high, that he smashes against the dome of the USJ and even creaks the glass.
"Go Tenya!"
Their class rep manages to get out and hopefully will return soon with help.
The Shadow Villain was thanks to this enormous smack against the dome, confused as hell but still, he thought about how now was all over.
Michi nodded to herself, this would teach this shadow asshole before she turned to the others.
While Mina and Ochaco looked after Thirteen, she discussed with Shoji and Sero what they should do.
Should they risk going to find their classmates or stay where they were?
Then out of nowhere, the Entrance Door got destroyed and All Might stepped into the USJ!
Michi and Ares could practically feel how full of hope their classmates became, they were also happy to see All Might, no question, yet they thought: "How much time has he left and will it be enough to drive away the villains?"
"I had a bad feeling so I tore myself away from my chat with the principal and came. I passed Young Iida on my way and got a rough idea of what had happened. It's fine now. I am here!", yelled All Might with an angry scowl, throwing his suit jacket away and then ripped his tie.
Severed Hand Guy got all excited about how All Might was here, while his lackeies got scared.
Faster than anyone could see All Might jumped down to the Plaza and defeated a handful of villains in a second.
It was incredible!
He even managed to grab poor Aizawa-Sensei, who had been beaten by this thing-person called Nomu.
Then he grabbed Izuku, Tsuyu and Mineta and told them to take care of Aizawa and to go to the entrance.
Izuku tried to warn him how Nomu took one of his hits like nothing, but All Might reassured him it would be fine.
Sadly as All Might started to fight against Nomu, he realized how Young Midoriya was right.
This thing with his brain in the open could take anything he gave!
Worried Michi and Ares looked on, as the others celebrated All Might power.
Every day on their way to school with Izuku, they read together the hero news in real-time.
When Aizawa-Sensi and Thirteen were talking about how All Might wasn't here at USJ the three fingers Thirteen put up secretly were probably because All Might was at his limit!
It must have been because he'd used too much of his power!
And right now the only people who know this are her, Ares and Izuku.
Could she really just stand there and not help All Might?
All Might who had become practically family to her?
As the dust lifted from All Might's suplex on Nomu, all saw how the Shadow Villain helped Nomu to not get hurt and how Nomu was gripping All Might's left side.
The side that was hurt 5 years ago!
His weak spot!
Then the Shadow Villain started to suck in All Might in his Warp Gate!
"Oh fuck it!", shouted Michi.
She couldn't not, not do anything!
So she runs down the stairs, ignoring the shouts of her classmates to come back.
I have to...I have to help him...Somehow!
"Ares, get ready, this will be hard for sure!"
"Michi, don't. If I suck too much blood from you to make you stronger you-"
"I know, but I can't just stay around and not do anything!"
Her supersuit stayed still as she ran over the Plaza to reach All Might.
She saw how Izuku came from the other side, he was faster than her and reached All Might first.
Then the Shadow Villain appeared before him and would have sucked him in if not for the exact moment, Michi punched and Bakugo let an explosion go off on his necklace.
"Move, you're in the way, Deku!", shouted Bakugo.
Together with Bakugo Michi smashed the shadow villain on the ground holding him by his necklace.
Izuku stared at them in wonder.
Then ice appeared, freezing the left side of Nomu.
Shoto!
"All I heard was that you all are here to kill All Might.", said Shoto as cool as the ice he controlled.
Finally, All Might broke away from Nomu's grab and jumped beside Shoto.
Meanwhile, Kirishima tried to attack Serverd-Hands-Dude, but he jumped away without problems.
"Damn it! I didn't get to show off!", lamented the redhead.
"Stop acting so stuck-up, foggy nobody!", told Bakugo the Shadow Villain.
"I will make you fly again against the dome if you move on of your non-existent muscle!", growled Michi.
"The Symbol of Peace cannot be killed by the likes of you.", told Shoto.
Izukue wiped away his tears, glad to see his strong best friend and classmates on his and All Might's side.
They all looked at Hand-Face.
"Kurogiri.", that was the name of the Shadow? "Our exit and entrance have been overcome. We're in a pinch."
Preening Bakugo explained how he figured out that the Necklace of Kurogiri was his actual body and if you could hold it, he was down.
"Stop being so arrogant.", chested Michi. "Ochaco-Chan found this out before you!"
Mature as he was he stuck out his tongue to her. 
Michi copied him.
Both never let go of Kurogiri.
Kurogiri tried to move, but Bakugo let out a mini explosion and Michi pushed him down harder on the ground.
"I wouldn't do anything if I was you.", explained Michi with a grin. "Either the bastard explodes you into another dimension or I will break your necklace! Let's see how long you can go without it!"
"Damn Massaro, didn't know you had it in you."
"Oh shut up!"
"You are both not really very hero-like right now...", mussed Kirishima.
Severed Hand Face strangely cutely gripped his own hands and lamented how neither of the kids was captured or hurt and how amazing kids these days were, making the League of Villains look like fools.
Then he called for Nomu.
The beast got sucked into the still-existing Warp Gate. He got out of the other side and his freeze parts fell off.
However, it was not a problem for this monster since he just regrew his limps!
His master, Severed Hand Face, told them how Nomu had more than one Quirk and how they would now get the entrance and exit back.
All got ready to fight.
But Nomu was so fast, that Bakugo and Michi were paralyzed.
They couldn't move away!
Thankful All Might threw himself before the kids.
The shockwave was so big that Michi and the guys all flowed away.
"Michi-Kun, Kacchan?! Y-You dodged? That's amazing!", praised Izuku.
Before Bakugo could insult her love, Michi answered faster: "No Izu-Chan, neither I nor Bakugo saw anything, this Nomu thing was too fast!"
"Then how...?", wonder Kirishima.
"Then that was...", began Shoto.
"All Might!", enden Izuku.
The number one hero didn't look very good.
Oh, he was standing, but he coughed and Michi saw blood from his mouth flowing down.
"Do you not know how to hold back?", growled All Might.
"It was to rescue my companions. I had no choice. I mean, earlier, that plain-looking one. He was about to punch me with everything he had, you know.", began the hand face, while Michi griped Izuku's not wounded hand. She needed to reassure herself that he was mostly fine. "Violence for the sake of others makes it admirable. Isn't that right, hero? You know what, All Might? I'm angry. I'm angry at this world that categorizes the same violent acts as heroic or villainous deciding what's good and what's bad! What with this "Symbol of Peace"? Ha. You're just a device to repress violence. Violence only breeds violence. The world will know this, once we kill you!"
"That guy is nuts.", whisper-shouted Ares to Michi and the boys. "This doesn't make any sense."
All Might agreed with Ares: "That's preposterous. The eyes of white-collar criminals like you burn silently. You just want to enjoy this yourself, don't you, you liar?!"
"It's three against six.", reminds Shoto his classmates.
Izuku nodded.
"Kacchan already exposed the fog's weakness!" 
"These guys are crazy but if we backup All Might we can push them back!", agreed Kirishima.
"No! Run away.", command All Might.
Michi and the boy stared at him.
"You would have been in trouble if I hadn't done anything earlier, right?"
"That was a different story, young Todoroki. Thanks. But it's fine! Just watch as a Pro gives it everything he's got."
Izuku disagreed while Michi nodded along: "All Might, you're bleeding! Besides, time's—!"
The boy stopped himself before he said more.
All Might gave them a thumbs up to reassure them before he faced their enemies.
Hand Face told Nomu and Kurogiri to take care of All Might, while he would take the kids.
The boys and Michi got ready for anything, as Hand Face ran towards them.
Suddenly the air vibrated so violet, that all, besides Nomu and All Might, stood still.
The Symbol of Peace and the Monster engaged in a fierce fistfight.
So brutal was their fight, that all got thrown away because of the formed currents.
The kids looked on in awe, as with one final devastating punch All Might let Nomu fly out of the USJ till he was only a little twinkle in the sky.
"Is this some comic book?", wondered Kirishima. "It's like he nullified the shock absorption. His brute strength is crazy."
"What insane power...Does this mean he rushed at him so fast he couldn't regenerate?", guessed Bakugo.
Worried for All Might, Michi and Izuku turned to him.
The dust lifted from where he stood as he said: "I really have gotten weaker. In my prime... five hits would have been enough. But it took more than 300 hits ."
Relieved that he was okay, Michi and Izuku let out signs.
Then All Might turned back to Kurogiri and Hand-Face, provocating them.
Izuku and Michi saw how he must be bluffing. He was shaking, bloody and steam was coming out of his body.
Would the bluff be enough to let the villains leave?
They ignored how Kirishima called for them to go, to let All Might handle this before they became hostages.
But...!
However, Kurogiri, the stupid fog, was smarter than they thought. He told Hand-Face, whose name was Shigaraki Tomura, how All Might was defiantly on his limits, then the kids still were standing and some of the villains were wakening up.
Maybe the Pro-Heroes would appear soon, but if him and Shigaraki fought together they could take All Might.
Shigaraki actually calmed down and agreed.
Damn it!
Beside Michi and Izuku, who couldn't stop looking at All Might, the other boys noted how the lackey villains came towards them.
"All Might will do something about the main bad guys.", said Kirishima sure, activating his Quirk. "Let's go help the others!"
"Midoriya? Massaro?", called Shoto for them.
Kurogiro and Shigaraki run up to All Might, and at the same moment, Michi and Izuku run to be between them and All Might.
They got ready to punch Kurogiro out of the way, but then the hand of Shigaraki appeared.
The hand who could destroy anything!
Oh no!
Suddenly a gunshot was heard and a bullet struck Shigaraki's hand.
It bleed and he took it away.
Both Michi and Izuku fall down on the ground, not destroyed.
Finally!
The other teachers, the other Pro-Heroes have arrived!
And so like the cowards they were Shigaraki and Kurogiri vanished.
Michi stood up and picked the hurt Izuku carefully up bridal style.
Her best friend/crush let out a tiny moan of hurt.
"One For All did again a number on you!", she lamented. "But at least you are okay! I thought the Shigaraki guy got you!"
She kissed his forehead.
If Izuku had any force left he would blush, but he hurt everywhere and could only try to not faint from the pain of his broken bones.
"I wasn't able...to do anything...!", Izuku cried.
Before Michi could disagree, All Might said first: "That's not true. If it weren't for those few seconds you and Young Massaro bought me, I would have been killed. You kids saved me."
"All might...", said Michi and Izuku together, glad their teacher was somehow okay.
Izuku cried how he was so glad that All Might was okay while Michi sniffled a bit.
"Midoriya! Massaro!", called Kirhsima for them running. "Are you all right?"
Since Michi knew All Might was about to transform back into his anorexia form she ran up, as gently as possible, to Kirishima.
Izuku hissed a bit, but he could manage.
"Man, Midoriya, your arm and legs are broken! Massaro, how are you? Can you carry him? Do you need help?"
Michi snorted: "I'm really, really strong in my Ares suit don't worry, Izuku is like a feather to me right now."
Behind them, a wall formed, made by the Pro-Hero Cementoss, to hide All Might, as he told the kids to go to the front gate.
So Kirishima ran up to Shoto and Bakugo to tell them this.
Michi and Izuku signed relief.
"Man, what a day!", signed Ares. "Let's hope something like this never happens again!"
***
All Might and Izuku were brought to Recovery Girl, while Michi stood with her classmates outside USJ, as the police officer counted if all the teenagers were there.
She rather would be by Izuku, but she needed to be patient.
Aoyama desperately wanted to tell them where he had been, but Michi just shoved him away, before Tsuyu entertained him.
The French then said it was a secret.
Well, thank you.
The police officer told them to return to their classroom, they would later ask for their testimonies.
Of course, they wanted to know how their sensei and Thirteen were and the police officer told them how Aizawa-Sensei had comminuted fractures in both arms and a facial fracture. Fortunately, there does not seem to be any serious brain damage. However, his orbital floor had broken into small pieces and his eyes may suffer from its aftereffects. 
Thirteen had lacerations from the back to the upper arm that were bad, but his life was not in danger.
 All Might will also survive.
"How is Izuku? Midoriya Izuku !", demanden Michi to know.
"Yes, how is Deku?", added Ochaco as Tenya nodded along.
He would be in good hands by Recovery Girl and now they really needed to go to their class.
So all the teens let out an agreeing yes.
***
As they arrived finally in school and made their way to their classroom all teenagers were thinking about today and what it meant for them.
Michi got slower and slower till she stopped, all passing her.
She looked at the setting sun.
"What's on your mind, whirlwind.", asked Ares.
"Today, changed anything.", she said quietly. It was like this had been only a taste of what would come. "We need to get stronger."
"Together we will be. And with Izuku and our new friends.", promised Ares.
Softly smiling Michi stroked one of Ares's eyes.
Then she looked back at the sun.
Whatever my come...god give me the strength to protect the people I love and the people who need me!
***
A beautiful full moon was shining down on them as Michi was leaning on a pillar, with Ochaco's head on her shoulder, while Tenya had his arms crossed.
They waited for Izuku to get out of the nurse's office.
Finally, Izuku came out of school!
"Izu-Chan!"
"Hey Deku!"
Fast Michi ran over to her best friend and they both hugged each other tight under the smiling faces of Ochaco and Tenya.
After all made sure all were okay they walked home together.
No one of us knew that this attack on the USJ was just the beginning of something much bigger and terrible. Don't forget this is the story of how Izuku and I became the greatest heroes of all time! And it wasn't a walk in the park!
The Number Two Pro-Hero Atheres
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ziamln · 1 year ago
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Long ramble post. [1D]
I’m feeling nostalgic, overanalysing shit, and bored on a Thursday night with nothing to do. You can read this or skip over it, especially if you disagree, I’m not looking for drama. This will probably be messy and incoherent with 0 structure. For those of you who weren’t there during the 1D era, this may be confusing, particularly if you weren’t there during the shit storm that was 2015/16. Again, feel free to skip this, as it will be long and probably won't make sense, but this is my blog so you don’t necessarily have to agree with me. Before I go into this I feel like I need to clarify, I am proud of all 5 boys and their solo careers, I support them all wholeheartedly, and my saying I miss OT5 doesn’t mean I don’t. some things are facts stated by the boys others are merely a speculation or my own deduction from what has been implied or reading between the lines, just to put that out there. Bear in mind I am a Ziam blog, Liam and Zayn have always been my focal point, and always will be and I also have a Louis [& slight Larry] bias so, do what you will with that information. Basically feel free to skip!
It was so good to see Zayn in an interview after so long [I can't lie it's so weird hearing people commenting on his talking voice as something new and unusual], but hopefully, he’ll actually get better promo for this upcoming album, I’m super excited either way, his music is rarely short of anything but a masterpiece. But there’s a line in Zayn’s recent podcast which stuck out to me.
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Personally, I found this intriguing, because at least to me, I feel as though it explains quite a few things. Particularly regarding Zouiam [Zayn, Louis and Liam], I’m not saying it didn’t apply to Niall or Harry but, I feel like it provides some sort of perspective on things others have speculated on, and also some things I have speculated on. Again, this is merely a speculation on my part, you don’t have to agree [scrolling is very easy]. I will not claim to know as much as I may have known about all 5 of them as I did 8 years ago, admittedly, though I support most of the boys through listening to their music, I don’t pay much attention beyond that to anyone other than Zayn, Liam and sometimes Louis, this isn’t to say I don’t like Niall, I enjoy his music or Harry, I have always been a Ziam/ Zouiam account and have always stuck to them, and as solo artists, I prefer their music, even during their time as a band. [As I’m sure many have a preference for the other boys. I don’t see an issue with it unless it is purposefully disrespectful or hateful to others.]
I know a lot of people are stuck on the line of how after ‘5 years together they all got sick of one another’, which is understandable and perhaps almost inevitable. [Personally, as someone with a sibling I definitely understand the sentiment] I don’t see any malice or drama in it, it would naturally happen to anyone after so many years of constantly being together, with barely any breaks and performing together non-stop for almost 5 years. It would catch up to even the most patient of people, especially considering how they were literally teenagers/ young adults the whole time. Nothing he said in that interview was hateful at all.
Also not to dismiss his line about how he said "I completely selfishly wanted to be the first person to go and make my own record." with this, whilst I’m not saying it’s untrue because it could be true that that's what happened. But I can’t deny its a little confusing because of the number of times the story of his reasoning for leaving the band has been changed throughout the years, initially, it started as him citing stress and saying he wanted to be a ‘normal 22-year-old’, then it was that he said there was ‘never any room for me to experiment creatively’ made sense as it was rumoured that his writing had been snubbed on Four and it could possibly be a mixture of all the reasons combined. But my point is we have been given many different reasons, but we will probably never know the full truth, so at this point, it's anyone’s guess as to what the actual reasoning was.
Of course, there is no doubt that behind the scenes of the entire One Direction era was a complete shit show, as has been stated/ hinted at by most if not all members at this point in some way, shape or form. So we can only begin to imagine the stress and pressure they were constantly put through. There is a lot we don’t know about that time, and probably never will. Some things are perhaps even traumatic for the boys who had to go through it, all we can do is speculate and be as supportive as possible as fans. 
I mean I feel like this trauma has presented itself in different ways with each member, perhaps in ways we will never know, Zayn himself has stated that we could never understand that time as it is something only they would get. 
In terms of image and what they show; Niall is quiet, unproblematic and as far as I’m aware he seems pretty much like, other than his music and tours, he keeps to himself. Harry from my impression, is a loudly quiet person, by this I mean, he comes across as loud as though he divulges a lot, people may claim he is the one who people have the most knowledge of, which is true to an extent. But in terms of his personal life, there are limitations, understandable of course, but it seems to me we only know what we are shown and the rest is left to be read between the lines. 
Louis, I feel as though we learn more about him through his music, his private life is fairly private, other than what he talks about and what we are shown, [side note: not everything that we are shown is necessarily how it is/true, this applies to all 5 boys] Louis is also quite an interesting case, we saw him get progressively quieter as time went on, especially in comparison to how he was in 2010/11, [many fans who believe in Larry attribute this to him being pushed into the closet and having to hide his more ‘flamboyant nature’] or it could be a simple case of all the stress and difficult life events taking its toll, or even [I think it's likely] a combination of all of this. Either way, it has been disheartening to witness.
Zayn has always been the most misunderstood I think. As Zayn himself said, they were all given personas and that has stuck with them from their time in the band, even until this present day I would say, [I wish some would consider this in Liam's case but that's for another post]. If you saw Zayn from 2010/11 he wasn’t particularly ‘mysterious’ or such, in fact, he was quite boisterous and funny if my memory serves me correctly, but again If the management wanted them to have a certain persona they were going to make sure it stuck. Zayn has always kept his private life exactly that, private. Typically in the case of his relationships [I would say this applies to some of Liam's also] but the main times we would hear about Zayn's relationships is if it was to make Zayn out to be a bad guy or to benefit the woman he was dating at the time through PR or some way as such, which is quite telling in itself.
Liam, again, people would think Liam is quite public and we know a lot about him but if you pay close attention, it's not the case at all. We don't know anything other than what we are told by the press or what we see. This is the case for all of them but as we know, from recent videos that Liam has done, there are a lot of other factors at play and a lot of distortion of stories and such that happens that we will never truly understand, we can only look out for it.  [another side note: IMO Liam is the full package he’s got the vocal range, the lyrical range, the melodies the dance moves, the fashion but he got so sabotaged and that pisses me off so much.]  Liam had always been the spokesperson for One Direction whilst in the band. Some people, particularly some groups of ‘fans’ or newer fans think that all his talking about 1D is him ‘trying too hard’ or whatever else to bash him. But the truth is, if you look closer, he never really stopped being the spokesperson for the band. He speaks on all of their solo endeavours, all of their achievements, indulges the nostalgic fans and is the one who most openly shows his support, he still holds the role of the spokesperson, just in a different manner. 
At a point you would seldom hear them talk about their One Direction days, unless you are the spokesperson... [it has become more frequent now], which is understandable as they are now Solo artists and perhaps wanting away from that image, but it is also quite curious in a way. But that is best left for another ramble. However, up until recently, I feel like the boys who have spoken the most about the band have been, in a sense, allocated to speak more on the topic than others [Personally I link this to the Politics comment, I’ll explain a little later on] But I find it interesting as to the different reactions we get from certain groups about each member when they do speak about their time in One Direction. Typically, Harry and Niall are met with positive reactions, with a few exceptions of course. Zayn sits in between, some of it gets regarded with nostalgia, other reactions are positive and hopeful and then the outright negativity too. Louis again sits in the middle. Liam however, you do of course get nostalgia and of course positive reactions from his fans and some OT5 fans. However, this is severely outweighed by the negativity he receives for it from *certain* ‘fans’ and some newer fans and just general people who like to jump on the hate bandwagon [side note: my god I miss 2013/2014 1D Twitter].
I’m not sure how many remember ‘Weed Gate’, how this was in a way at the time ‘damaging’ to the clean image they had and how much shit it was speculated to have caused behind the scenes, involving Zayn and Louis. 
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Louis and Zayn take a video doing weed in a car in one of the Peru (where weed isn’t illegal) on tour, there started some articles that make it sound like Zayn was sick or addicted to drugs. I feel like this was also a big player in how things turned out, Zayn took most of the heat from this and from our end it looked like no one did a thing to help. [We don't know what happened BTS]. Particularly interesting from this headline was the reiterating of the ‘squeaky clean image’, not long after this there were articles about 1D not getting along that came out of nowhere, particularly about how Harry was really angry with them and such. Even more interestingly disgustingly, Zayn took on most of the heat from this despite Louis also being in the video. 
Not long after this, Zayn missed some promo interviews and the album release in Orlando because of 'illness’, they get asked on the Today show if it’s actually because of drugs [entirely inappropriate] Liam, [looking pissed] reiterated it was a stomach bug. it would also be poignant to point out that Zayn looked very unwell at the time [I would think this would be regarding the eating disorder he previously mentioned] but many thought and press stated it as being related to drugs. At the time he was also, as he did throughout his time in the band, until this very day in fact, received disgusting prejudice and hate based on his religion and ethnicity. 
To touch lightly on the politics comment: obviously, we won't know the full extent. But if one were to speculate on the matter; we know certain people had been trying to pinch Harry since pretty early on in the band, so it would make sense that some of the comments Zayn made about the contracts make a lot of sense, I feel like it also links well with what Louis said about Harry calling the Hiatus. 
‘Certain people didn’t want to sign contracts,’ This line is so vague, but at the same time, I feel like it could be linked to a number of things. It could have been Harry wanting to leave to go solo. If you believe in Larry and Ziam it could have been a harsher contract regarding keeping them hidden with more shit attached. It could have been regarding the music they make, ridiculous NDA’s or any number of things, the speculation could be endless. However, it further reiterates the point that we can never understand fully what was at play behind the scenes, as much as we would like. But one thing we did see was how the boys went from being seemingly happy, excited and relatively carefree to burdened, exhausted and jaded which is somewhat self-explanatory [fuck 1DHQ]. I was going to add a bit about their images regarding the politics but I believe that is best left for another post.
If you think the boys are free/ ever have been, I’m sorry to burst your bubble but I doubt that has ever been the case, be that within the band or as solo artists. Feel free to check out this post if you require more insight, https://www.tumblr.com/yaz-the-spaz/662781923367747584?source=share. I don't think we could ever understand, nor will we ever know the extent of what the boys were/ have been put through. Hence why they all say they have a special bond because only they understand. I feel as though villainizing any particular member is very harmful, because at the end of the day at the time they were kids doing something so amazing that hadn't really been done on that scale before. What I do find gross is the fact that some refuse to speak up about the unnecessary hate certain groups give to other members [that again is another post entirely]. At the same time, it is important to remember whilst it might seem like other members have more freedom than others, which could be the case, it doesn't mean any of them are entirely free.
I’d say back to my point, but I wasn't particularly trying to make one in this post, this was simply an info/ speculative ramble, you don't have to agree with what has been said. But if you did read through, I’d love to, respectfully, of course, hear your thoughts, and opinions on everything. I will make posts on everything I’ve said requires its own post because I feel as though there is a lot to talk about on a number of topics so they will come in due time. 
At the end of the day, as Zayn [and Liam in the past] said; “You know, we’ve done crazy things with each other and that nobody else in the world will ever understand or have them. Experiences that we've shared.”
But yeah, all in all, it was good to hear Zayn talk about his chickens and describe himself as a chill, funny and loving guy because it's so much more true to him than being painted as mysterious and I love that for him.
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eastgaysian · 1 year ago
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where do you get the sense that shiv feels tom getting her pregnant was a physical betrayal...?
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my beautiful mind :)
eh it's definitely not the most clear or elegant phrasing on my part, written on my phone at 1am etc, also realize it's kind of dependent on an understanding of the tomshiv gender-body-fucked/fucking matrix that only exists within my mind palace. and people are ofc free to disagree with my reading of anything, i have, like, extremely specific takes that have built up over time.
shiv's feelings about her own pregnancy/specifically that tom got her pregnant are obviously extremely complicated - 'physical betrayal' is not the clearest expression of what i'm trying to say there but, yeah, imo, a sense of betrayal is part of it.
(NB: i am 100% aware that scenes set after it's revealed shiv is pregnant were not all shot afterwards/with knowledge that shiv was pregnant. i will still be talking about them in the context of the show as reflective of shiv's feelings about her pregnancy/her body etc because i think not talking about the show the way it aired and we watched it is nonsensical.)
like, i don't think it's totally accurate to say either that shiv wants to or doesn't want to have a kid - in one sense it happened to her and she went along with it, and in another she did have to work towards and choose it to some degree. it's something that she wanted to be able to choose but couldn't bring herself to decide. she distances herself from the prospect with the suggestion of freezing 'baby popsicles' but never fully rejects it. i believe lucy prebble on the official podcast post-honeymoon states said that she felt there was a part of shiv that wanted there to be some kind of issue with the fetus so she could justify terminating it - hearing that everything is fine is partially a relief, and partially terrifying because it means whatever shiv decides about her own pregnancy is completely her decision and her responsibility.
the concept of having/raising kids isn't innately repulsive to shiv, imo. there are some aspects that appeal to her, which have less to do with the actual child than what that child could represent - logan's approval and affection, as she imagines in honeymoon states; getting one over on kendall/her brothers as a whole by successfully having her own biological child; spiting caroline by proving actually i can be a mother, and a better one than you. deciding to never have kids means giving up on all of that and tacitly admitting to a deficiency. at the same time, shiv knows that child's going to be fucked and is daring someone to call her on it by continuing to drink and making jokes about fobbing the baby off on a nanny. it's a bad decision, but nobody's stopping her, so it's her bad decision to try and prove something.
the physical aspect of being pregnant, though, is definitely disturbing to her. her whole life shiv has been limited by and demeaned for being a woman, getting reduced to her body and its perceived sole function of carrying children. (kendall voice) it's only your teats that give you any value! the corporate world has no respect for a pregnant woman or a mother and shiv cannot stand feeling disrespected. related to this, shiv highly prizes her bodily autonomy. to her being impregnated by someone else is always going to feel like a violation, being treated as an incubator for someone else's purposes. (citing dalia oreganosbaby's post that explains this better than i do.) her keeping the pregnancy a secret/continuing to drink is in some ways an attempt to retain her sense of agency and bodily autonomy by refusing to let it affect her lifestyle or emotions.
in this sense being impregnated by tom particularly registers as a 'betrayal' in that, like, because tom was unique as the man she felt safe around emotionally and physically - because shiv felt she was the one with the power/the one doing the fucking - he became the man who was able to truly fuck her emotionally and physically (betray her to logan/impregnate her). she thought she had control over him (he was more openly emotionally invested than her, she fucked other people and he didn't) and he turned it around to subordinate her positionally and physically. the broadness/masculinity that made her think he was reliable humiliated her instead.
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bobgoesw00t · 10 months ago
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I wanna take a moment to talk about a few things in regards to the comments and discussions this post on twitxter has brought up, as basically 99.99% of the comments are all the same thing over and over and over again.
A. First off, if you plan on boycotting the final season because of the various things Noah Schnapp has been up to in his personal life/social media when it comes to the conflict in Gaza...don't even fucking bother. Stranger Things is on its final season now so there's literally NO POINT IN BOYCOTTING IT AS IT'S ALREADY AT THE FINISH LINE!!!!!!! If this happened even before the last season, then I would understand the need to boycott it, but we're not...we're on the FINAL SEASON....so if you don't want to watch it, please SHUT THE FUCK UP, DON'T WATCH IT, AND LET THOSE OF US WHO WANT TO SEE HOW IT ALL ENDS ENJOY IT!!!!!
B. Seeing as how all of this "boycott the final season" crap is stemming from Noah's stance on the Gaza conflict and that he's a Zionist, all of you dumb fuckers are forgetting one VERY CRUCIAL ASPECT: THE CONFLICT IS ONE OF THE LONGEST (if not THE LONGEST) TUG-OF-WARS BETWEEN RELIGIOUS GROUPS IN THE HISTORY OF OUR PLANET!!! This debate over which religious folk deserves the land has been happening for centuries now, and there are SO many layers to it that it's gotten to the point where unless someone builds a time machine to go back to when the core issue of the conflict happens, witness it and bring back irrefutable proof for all to see...the only real "answer" (if there even is one right now) is that both sides are neither right nor wrong...just in some sort of weird purgatory. Hell, even if someone DID use a time machine to go back and bring proof, there would be a good chunk of people who would disagree with what was brought forth.
C. Noah Schnapp isn't a god...HE'S FUCKING HUMAN AND HUMANS ARE NOT PERFECT!!!!!!! Everyone, AND I MEAN EVERYONE makes mistakes and has their own thoughts on various things that are a part of the world we live in today. Just because ONE PERSON says or does something you don't agree with, and/or their friend/s agree with them or remain friends with them, doesn't mean it's the end of the world. In the event it happens to be a celebrity of a wildly popular show on Netflix, feel free to say your stance on the issue, then please SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! No one is FORCING YOU TO WATCH THE SHOW/MOVIE OR SUPPORT ANYONE WHO WORKS ON IT. Not to mention EVERYONE IN ENTITLED TO THEIR OWN OPINION.
My personal stance on the crap that's happening in Gaza is that as someone who doesn't have all the facts but believes humans should learn to accept one another regardless of any differences we may have...I don't actually have a stance, rather I'm very neutral and find both sides to be at fault. Same thing with Noah Schnapp, I don't know him personally, and the only time I really hear anything about him or other celebs is if they're trending on tumblr and I just randomly happen to check that part of the website. Therefore, I can't agree with his actions, but I also can't condemn them as I don't have all the facts and I really don't care that much about what he does in his personal time.
More people need to learn how to separate celebs from other aspects of life and remember that they're human just like the rest of us, they make mistakes and either learn from them or don't. ...I also feel like people need to avoid social media more often as it tends to be a place where negativity festers into something that can consume you until you're nothing but a toxic husk of who you once were.
Now despite what I first said, feel free to boycott the final season of Stranger Things if you want to, I won't stop you just like you can't stop me from watching it to see how the journey all these characters have been on concludes. Let people make their own decision on if they want to boycott or not, and if they decide not to, respect their decision and don't harass them about how, "THEIR SUPPORTING GENOCIDE" especially when BOTH SIDES ARE GUILTY OF THAT!!!
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ooc-miqojak · 4 months ago
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People love to say they support neurodivergent people - but I've found that this is lip service, more often or not, because it requires a lot of patience - and the ability not to assume the worst about a person (especially in a digital space). Every ND person is unique, and has their quirks! But in an online space, I've found that people just tend to assume the worst about you, and kick you/block you/ghost you for your behavior or words, instead of taking the time to have an emotionally mature talk about what happened, and explain why this thing that happened/thing that was said was upsetting or problematic - you're never given the opportunity to explain that you meant no harm. Many of these people, in my case, I've spoken to at length when I was getting to know them about how important communication is - if I've said or done something upsetting, I can't read your mind! I have to know, before I can amend things, and adjust my behavior.
Sometimes I'm oblivious to what I've said/done, because my 'normal' is different. For instance, I love to debate - not argue - but debate. It's interesting to see others' POV! Variety is the spice of life after all, and if we all had the same beliefs and outlooks, that would be boring! But for some reason, most people seem to see a debate as an emotional argument? It's as though you can't disagree - not even respectfully - without people assuming you're angry or mad or attacking them. I don't understand people who get intensely emotionally invested in these debates (when they're not about typical hot button topics, as I don't do religious/political debates) - to me it's like a football player claiming someone on the opposing team was legitimately attacking them, not tackling them as a normal part of the game.
But I also don't engage in 'sub-text' as many neurotypicals do, either - to me, it's not only a waste of time, but a quick way to end up tangled in miscommunication. I say what I mean, and I tell people this... and they'll still apply some hidden meaning to it that is entirely fabricated... then get angry at me for sub-text that isn't really there. (When I was reprimanded in an online space earlier this year, I kept asking what I did wrong... and got told that I was arguing by asking what I was being scolded for/why I was being condescended to.)
ADHD people are regularly called 'passionate' - so much so that I almost want to roll my eyes when I hear it, now... but it remains a decent word to explain, for neurotypical people, our seemingly 'over the top' behaviors - be they positive or negative. And I've had people online assume I'm mad, or attacking them... when I'm just excited... or "passionate." Emotional dysregulation can be hell - some compare it to a car with no brakes. Normal people apply the brakes before the words come out - ADHDers lack those brakes. It means I try to be hyper aware, instead, and apply the Fred Flinstone brakes. I don't always catch myself, either - and in-person/on voice chat, this can result in things that seem rude - like interrupting others; but this isn't meant to be rude, and I don't realize I've done it! I'm excitable, and with the way ADHD works, I feel as though I have to get this comment out before I forget it! If I have to hold onto this thought, I'll either forget it, or spend the entire time the other person is talking trying to hold onto that thought, and miss what's said. But other people just tend to assume I'm being rude by interrupting - so I told a friend I upset this way that he's allowed to notify me in some manner when I've done this - because I don't want to be rude! I don't want to steamroll a conversation - and sometimes I need a gentle reminder that I've done so. I often jokingly compare myself to a jumpy golden retriever - I love people! But no one really wants a big dog jumping all over them, even if the dog means well - sometimes you have to say 'down', and the dog will stop jumping! They just forgot not to do this unwanted behavior because they were so excited!
Emotional dysregulation to me is like my emotions are a volume dial on a radio that was cranked way too high, and the dial broke off. The volume is permanently too loud - which is great when I'm happy, and devastating when I'm sad. But I don't get to turn them down, either way - the volume is stuck at max.
So yeah, sometimes people online need a little grace - a little patience, and for others not to jump to the worst possible assumption. Your normal isn't the same as everyone else's normal, and you might have to take extra time to understand where someone is coming from, and what they meant. Sometimes you might need to explain something that seems obvious to you, but it isn't to someone else. Sometimes that 'rude' thing that happened wasn't at all intended to be upsetting/rude, and talking to the person who said/did that thing can clear the air, and they can apologize and note that this is something they should not do or say, or that they should be more aware of.
Sometimes, the dog is just jumpy and excitable - not aggressive.
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wisteria-lodge · 2 years ago
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lion primary + slightly burnt bird secondary
Hello ! I did the quiz twice with slightly different results and I wanted to have your opinion cause I'm having trouble figuring it out. I tried to keep it short, but it's 4 pages on my google sheet i'm sorry, if it's too long I'll cute some parts there's not problem ! 
Also, I hope it's the right "place" to send it, I wasn't sure. 
You're doing great, although all that apologizing his making me think we're going to run into some burning here.
PRIMARY 
Lion: “Lions are probably the most likely to forgive their enemies, if those enemies seem to repent and change.” → I always say that it’s how you end that matters, not who you were before. 
I mean, I would hope so. That's a human thing. The real question is what proof will you take that someone has really changed. That's where we start getting into primaries.
“For a Badger, it is not about sides or repentance; it is about the inherent worth of a human being. Badgers who value other people in that way can and often will help someone or forgive someone who they dislike, distrust, or disrespect.” → No way. Not everyone deserves respect or help. It’s better to be right than kind. And being kind to someone bad isn’t right. 
That's intense. And probably points to either a Lion (possibly a Badger defining people out of their community, it depends where the rest of this goes.) But I'm leaning Lion. This knee-jerk 'some people are just BAD' and 'it's WRONG to be kind to bad people,' is a Lion's felt morality. A Badger would be more likely to say something like 'lack of kindness CREATES bad people,' or that the kindness *itself* is moral, rather than the Lion classic 'it's better to be morally right than to keep the peace.'
Snake vs Lion: If Snakes will be loyal to their loved ones and they won’t leave them on any instance, but Lions will be willing to leave friends or family members behind if they disagree on some important values and principles, then I’m stuck between the two.
Family is very important to me. I’ve always been close to my parents, sister and brother. We share the same principles and we generally agree on the same things but there are still differences sometimes that bothers me (ordinary sexism for ex).  At one time, I was so pissed off that I didn’t want to see them during the holidays. But I feel like it’s my responsibility to make them understand my point of view and to educate them on certain subjects. I wouldn't do this much effort for people I barely know, but it’s my family and I don’t want to lose them. I think that if they were really intolerant and opposed to my principles, I would avoid them, but I would be really depressed about it. And I’ll never stop trying to change their minds. 
That's... a really really REALLY Lion primary answer.
I hate losing people. I’ve always wanted a friendship that would lasts forever. But I had this friend, she was “problematic”. But, bc she was my friend, I was avoiding some topics so that we could just chill. But she started to debate at parties, and me, hearing these things, I couldn't stay silent. And then she was like “you’re so annoying, we can’t say anything with you”. I tried to explain to her how I was feeling so she could understand me. But due to our disagreements and her refusal to listen to me, I ended our friendship.
Lion. Lions have a LOT of trouble nurturing friendships or close relationships with people whose stances don't line up with theirs. And it might be hard, but they ultimately feel good and kind of badass about giving those people reduced access to them.
It was a bit hard, but I won’t accept toxic relationships and intolerant people. 
Like, if you were a Snake, you would have just rolled your eyes when your friend started talking politics at parties, and changed the subject. It wouldn't have felt like it mattered all that much. I'm also considering Lion secondary to you, because going into hard-core debate at parties is a *choice,* and not one that everyone would make. Because like you say, it runs the risk of making you seem annoying, a buzzkill, holier-than-thou. But a Lion secondary is willing to take the hit, and they get a lot of their power that way.
“Ultimately, lions are about their principles, not people. No matter the means, if the end is what is needed, then it all works out.” → Principles are important because people are. When you fight for a cause, you fight for people. I think it’s more like Lions fight for people they don’t know personally, who can be different, because it’s right, whereas Snakes for instance can do that but it’s not their priority. As for the end justify the means, again, it depends on the situation. I wouldn’t agree with this every time. Also, I realized that if I knew everyone personally, I wouldn't fight for them, I would fight them.
Oh man, are either are really a Lion secondary, or just REALLY live in your primary.
(The rest of it is just people stuff)
I often wonder if people are worth it. (cf. wonder woman “they don’t deserve our help”). Like, I have the feeling that almost everyone is either sexist, racist, lgbtphobic, etc. when they’re not all of that at the same time. 
You know, I am going to pull up that scene from Wonder Woman. I want to talk about how it fits into this system.
DIANA: My mother was right. She said `the world of men don't deserve you.' That's why she left. They don't deserve our help.
STEVE: It's not about whether they deserve it or not. It's about what you believe. You think I don't get it? All I've seen out there? I wish I could tell you that there was one `bad guy' to blame. Maybe we're all to blame. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to do better. (beat) And if you believe this war should stop, Diana, if you want to stop it, then help me stop it.
Diana is a hurting Lion primary. It seems pointless, it seems hopeless, she's lost that burning moral certainty she had in the beginning. She doesn't even know if she wants to end the war anymore. But Steve is as Badger as Badger can get. He says it's a trap to talk about who 'deserves' saving, because everyone contributes to the whole, and all you can do push that whole back, or further into the light.
But that doesn't make sense to Diana. She's not really part of the whole, after all (she's both a really loud Lion, and an Amazon.) The argument that *does* make sense to her is the one she expresses later on.
DIANA: It's not about deserve... It's about what you believe... and I believe in love --
If you're a Lion, you *have* to believe in something, you just do. And Diana doesn't believe in people. She doesn't have to. She believes that love makes things better, and so she will love the world.
I believe that reformism is a tool when you have nothing else to ameliorate people’s conditions of life, but that only a revolution can change the system. But revolutions are violent, deadly, and even though I support it, would I be brave enough to give up my privileges, my life, my dreams, to fight for what’s right? I hope so. 
 I’ve always thought of Lion as the “activist." And I try to fight for what’s right. One day when I was a kid, my dad told me about the workers in the UK who went on strike for ONE YEAR in 1984-1985. He said some of them were so poor they had to eat rats and I was so shocked and admirative of their bravery that I still remember it years later. I’m always wondering if I could be as brave as them, and honestly, I don’t think so. But I try to be.
Strikes work. And I dunno. Everyone does suck, at least a little, and we should all do what we can to make ourselves healthier, wiser, better educated versions of ourselves. But that's kind of the point of Wonder Woman, and why it has to be set during World War I. People are capable of insane evil. But they're also capable of intense good, and if you burn it all down, you burn down the good too.
I try with small things, like saying what I think, not letting an injustice be unpunished. For example, my mother’s boyfriend said sexist and racist stuff so I stood up. I also try to do this at parties. It’s not easy bc i’m often portrayed as a buzz killer, a feminazi or else. But I feel really bad when I don’t do it, I feel guilty.  
You feel morally in the wrong (because you're a really loud Lion.) I'd watch that retribution streak though. That's something I tend to see with Exploded Lions.
Lion vs Bird:  Concerning my beliefs and principles, I like to have an opinion about everything bc I don’t believe in neutrality. Like, it’s okay not to know what to think about something, but it has to be temporary. I inform myself a lot. I want to know the truth, I believe there is one. Of course, reality is complex. But that doesn’t mean that there are not fair and unfair situations. Sometimes, it can be both. And for certain topics, I knew something was wrong even before getting some information and arguments, just cause I felt it was wrong. 
We've definitely got a little Bird secondary going on here. Could be a model you love. Could just be your secondary.
“They can often feel extremely strongly about something… but have trouble breaking down their argument or explaining why (at least in the moment). You’re more likely to hear something like, “it’s wrong because it’s just wrong” from a Lion. They have internal voices which are very important to them, and matter a lot when they make decisions.” → THIS !!!! For example with death penalty, I felt it was wrong without knowing anything around this debate. I only read and did research after. Sometimes, I do some research on a topic because I don’t have an opinion on it, other times I do this but I already have an opinion and I'm searching for arguments to justify it. 
Lion primary. And from one Lion primary to another, beware any black-and-white worldview. It's a thought-killer. But yeah, sometimes you have to go though the process of deciding *why* you think something.
“A Bird can explain the structure of ‘why’ they believe what they believe (and will probably be thrilled you asked. More importantly, they will be happy to field any questions and have a discussion about it. A Lion might do this… but it would be an all-around more stressful conversation, and not a fun thing to do over brunch.” → Reading this, I thought about all the debates I had about feminism, rape culture, the use of racist or homophobic slurs and yes this is stressful, because people say horrible things.
Of course, you're fighting from a place or morality (not practicality or utility, which is always easier.) And, chances are when you're debating these things, you're fighting for your survival and of course that's stressful.
(it's just not a fair fight, when only one party is risking getting hurt)
It’s not that I doubt my arguments and analysis, just that people are not easily convinced, even with facts. 
My take on this is that very few people are convinced by facts, and almost never in-the-moment. Debates are not meant to change the mind of the person you're debating. They're meant to change the mind of any observers that might be on the fence, or to get into someone's mind like a splinter and just sort of - wait their chance.
So yeah, don't let racist jokes slide (I wouldn't) but also don't... feed the trolls. There are a lot of people who want to make bad-faith arguments just designed to get you angry. And you can't teach people who don't want to learn. Just do your thing, be visible, and when those people are ready - they know where to find you.
“When Lions change their minds it’s a much messier situation, and takes a lot longer.” → Some of my opinions have changed, evolved. It’s unpleasant to see that we were wrong, but not everyone can be right every time. The important thing to me is to realize your faults and act better. But yeah, sometimes, it hurts. 
It does. But it sounds like you already know that the most important thing is to remember that you might be working with flawed/incomplete data just the same as everyone else, and *always* might be wrong.
“There are also [Birds] who believe that truth is discoverable, and there is a universal, objective truth, and that they have found it. Maybe it’s not perfect, but it’s solid, and they’re sure that if they explain it sufficiently to someone else, that person would also see the truth of it. [Bird] Primaries also value internal consistency. Hypocrisy means that something is off, and wrong, and it irritates them.” →  Hypocrisy is one of the things I hate the most specifically because it’s pure lies, denial and bad faith. I always make sure that I’m always in the truth and on the right path, and that I don’t let myself get carried away by my ego or else. Not always easy. 
I know that 'hypocrisy' is often held up as THE thing that most annoys Birds, but all your language here is really Lion. 'Denial' 'Bad faith' - that's feeling something is right and deliberately going against it (a lion would *hate* that.) And really intense, exploded Lions tend to get swallowed up by their ego... while intense exploded Bird almost have no ego at all.
 SECONDARY
I think the first time I did the quiz I had bird secondary, but the second time I did it, I had this result : Burned Snake Secondary.
Okay, that's really interesting. I totally see the Bird, but I never would have guessed *snake.*
It said that:  “It doesn’t feel deceitful to a Snake to change to fit the needs of their environment: to be kind with this person, forceful with this one, erudite to the next. This adaptability can be applied to manipulation, influence, and power, but a Snake secondary can just as easily focus their efforts on maintaining friendships, making people happy, encouraging positive social change, or streamlining communication.” → I’d feel bad if I was being nice to someone I hate except if the point behind this fake nice attitude was to trick them. Because then, it would be justified and not just because I’m scared to say what I think of them.
This seems to tie back to your primary. It's not uncommon for Idealists (Lion and Bird) to be REALLY against lying - even a little bit, in any circumstance. It's very Kant. BUT, if your primary was okay with lying for some reason... then of course lying would be all right.
But "being nice to someone I hate [because] the point behind this fake nice attitude was to trick them" isn't a Snake sentiment, because that wouldn't feel fake to a Snake. It wouldn't feel deceitful, it wouldn't feel like lying, it would feel like just a communication style.
If anything, what you're describing here sounds *more* like a situation specific Actor Bird - a you have a Nice!You, in order to get things from people you hate.
As a teen, I wanted to be myself,
Human stuff. (But that kind of existential how-do-I-define-myself angst is especially common with Lion primary.)
but I also wished for people to see my worth. I was searching for others’ validation and it often led me to elaborate a bunch of strategies to get noticed and “admired” where I needed to be a bit hypocritical sometimes. But this whole era is hard to explain. 
Glory Hound Lion primary. (It's common, it's a classic.)
“A burned Snake secondary might want to be flexible, adaptable, and clever, but they feel like they are (or like people think they are) clumsy, unobservant, or blunt.” → I sometimes feel like I’m dumb in the way like I’m not particularly cunning but I wish to be. 
Look... everyone thinks Snake secondaries are cool...
SNAKE : “They naturally create the mask, the persona, that the situation requires, and shift out of it just as easily.” → I try to put on masks to appear on my best day, especially with people I just met. But it’s so hard to keep it, I usually forget how I was supposed to act and talk, and end up being my normal self. But I like the cunning part, I don’t know if i’m good at that but I would love to be. I have this recent example where I wanted to know something about a friend of mine, but it felt weird and rude to ask her directly so I bypassed the topic and she told me what I wanted to know. 
I think all this is just being garden-variety polite. (Which you talk about as basically as an Actor Bird persona, that you don't especially love.)
I also try to adapt to people in order to convince them. I know how they can react and I adapt my speech to them, because if I don’t, they’re gonna reject it directly. But I don’t think I’m snake bc I can’t restrain myself from being myself. For example, when I was like 12, I was in this awkward situation where my friends and I were hanging out, and one of my “friends” mocked me, while the others said nothing. It was a habit : this girl bullied me but we still hung out bc we had the same friends. It happened to me again a couple of years ago. So I was shutting my mouth bc I was afraid of losing all my friends if I stood up. But eventually one day, I was so angry that I told them how I felt. Both times, one month is all I could endure of their bullying. And both times, when I spoke, it just slipped out. I really had zero control. And even though I was afraid of the consequences, it felt good to say the truth and not let them walk over me. 
Hmmm. I mean, no one likes being bullied. And just blurting out stuff unwisely because you're angry, that's just a person thing. It didn't make you feel strong after all, it make you feel out of control. Which is why it doesn't seem to point to your secondary.
In general, you seem pretty comfortable with the single-player version of your Bird secondary. But you're in process of getting comfortable with the multi-player version. You... don't totally trust your ability to use it yet, but I'm not sure I would call it burned.
I also had a LION MODEL which says that: “Lion values honesty and integrity. If you model Lion secondary, you also value these things and like to live by them. You like to be honest, straightforward, and consistent-- but you wouldn't feel guilty for abandoning those values in the service of other, higher priorities. It would be nice if you could always say what you mean and stick with it-- but sometimes you have to be circumspect, restrained, or practical, and you don't feel bad about that.” And elsewhere I red about Lions secondary that : “Every other secondary will act or wear different personas, but to a Lion that feels immoral.” → I don’t think it’s immoral, but sometimes i’m tired of pretending. In fact, I like to put on a mask and play a part if it’s to manipulate people I don’t like, or if it’s just to obtain information that I can’t have just by asking. But I hate situations where I have to be polite and pretend that I like people I can’t stand. For example, I’ll have to have dinner with my mother’s boyfriend who said racist stuff and I’ll have to be polite and it’s going to make me feel bad/guilty. I try to be more honest. 
When you HAVE to do things, it make them a lot less fun. That's just being human. Authenticity is - a presentation that you have given your consent to, free and clear, in the knowledge that you could have just as easily said no. It's fun to play a part and be nice when it's you deciding to do that all on your own, to get something you want. But playing a part and being nice because you HAVE to, because you have no other choice... no one likes that.
 LIONS : “They charge into situations and have faith in their intuition” → I can feel in my gut that a situation is unfair
That's your primary talking.
but for general topics in everyday life, when I have a choice to make, I can’t decide. Choices are hard for me. I’m not an improviser, I plan everything. But sometimes, I wish I could let go of things. 
I'm really doubling down on Bird secondary for you. And feeling sort of stuck, incapable of making a practical decision - that's something I see with Bunt secondaries, *especially* with Burnt Bird secondaries.
“Lions solve problems by being committed (or stubborn.)” → I made myself a promise when I was a child, to never give up. I don’t even feel like I have a choice, I don’t like to give up on things or people, so I will always try. I only give up when I have no other choice.
That's your primary talking again. (You have a very loud primary)
BIRDS: When I was a kid, I wanted to be the smartest in the world like Einstein and thought that knowing everything by heart was enough 😂
Ooooh... young Bird. Such classic young Bird secondary.
Sometimes I’m scared not to have time to learn enough in my lifetime. And one of the reasons why I want to realize documentaries as my job, is to learn, and teach people. I want to give people information and try to make them understand things, and maybe change their minds, make them see the truth. 
I think you'd be a fantastic documentarian.
(Also? You've collected quotes about the different primaries and secondaries from at least three different sources, collected them here, and arranged your response around them. A very Bird secondary problem solving method.)
Since I was a child, it’s really hard for me to take decisions because first, I want everything lmao, and secondly, I'm always making sure I have all the information and I'm always waiting for the "perfect moment" so I just freeze in place.
A lot of Bird secondaries have this problem. And hate the idea that they're never going to know everything, or KNOW that something is the perfect moment. A Lion primary comes in handy here - sometimes you just have to kick your butt into doing *something*... because doing nothing is just as much as choice as everything else.
I love to-do lists. I love traveling and I make super detailed lists about the countries I want to visit and the things I wanna do and see in order not to forget anything. Because I don’t wanna miss a thing. I’m always afraid of wasting my time and life. I’m not against improvisation sometimes, but not when it could waste the only chance I have to do/see something that really matters to me. I know I want control over everything, and I’m a bit of a perfectionist too, often leading me disappointed. 
Bird. And watch that perfectionist streak. You'll never do anything if you only accept immediate perfection.
Badger : “Rather than an integrity of performance (as with Lion Secondaries, who must be themselves or wither), there is an integrity of method with Badger. Things must be earned. Interactions and achievements must be fair.”→  I do want to earn my success. But when it comes to decisions that have an impact on people, I wouldn’t mind using manipulation and lies. If, for example, the only way to legalize abortion at some point in one’s country was to threatened anti-abortion voters to make them change their votes, I would do it, because first I don’t mind if they got scared and most of all, because the stakes are too high.
Kind of an interesting way to end, okay. And let's unpack this.
First off, it's definitely not a Badger answer. A Badger would say that a victory built on an unstable foundation, like a foundation of fear, of propaganda, of misinformation, is never going to be a *lasting* victory. But Badgers generally take longer to get where they're going, and sometimes you *do* need something to happen *now* or someone's going to die, which is pretty much the only place threats of violence have. I mean, fear is just a bad motivator. It's that whole consensual behavior thing. If you only do something because you're afraid of what will happen to you if you don't, then you just get resentful and better at hiding.
You also like these hypothetical power fantasies. "If the only way to legalize abortion was to blackmail/exhort/threaten the friends and family of the people behind an anti-abortion bill, would you do it?" It's a fun philosophical question in a trolley problem kind of way, but practically - that's never going to be the case because the world isn't that simple. I get that you're young, I get that you feel powerless, I get that the idea of scaring these people that say things that scare you feels good. But I get protective of young firebrand Lion primaries, because we *do* need you, and I *don't* want you to burn yourself out. OR hit that "Everyone not with me is an enemy" mindset, which just narrows down choices and possibilities.
Stay strong. Find some good friends. Don't let your mom's boyfriend give you a hard time. You're going to be okay.
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